princess on the moon

my pastor's sermon reminded me of a bedtime story i used to tell my girls..

there once was a beautiful princess on the moon.  one day, she asked her dad about another planet that she saw in the distance, and if she could visit it.  her dad took her to earth; she loved it so much, she would visit each month, and eventually fell in love with a human.  when her dad told her she couldn't be with an earthling, she cried and cried - taking pity on her, dad said she could visit him once a year.  she could also watch him from a distance once a month... hence, we have a full moon each month so that she can see her lover clearly from the moon, and vice versa.  and once a year, we celebrate the moon festival - a celebration of love.

birthdays and sunsets

at 7pm, in Port Dickson Thistle Hotel, this photo represents a big part of my life.  this exact scene had been played many many times in my life, from the time when i was 18 in Port Dickson too, to Penang for countless ocassions, to Australia, UK, Rotterdam (though not by the sea) .......

later that night, we went back to this beach which would have been pitch dark, if not for the lighthouse signal, and a huge spotlight shining on the beach from the hotel, letting residents walk along or sit on the beach.  it was low tide then, and standing there in the peace of the night with just the waves serenely lapping away, i couldn't help but think back of all those times when i did exactly the same thing in various beaches, all alone.  it was a nostalgic moment, and thinking back of those days when my thoughts would wander with dreams and wishes, it was interesting to now look back and realise none of my dreams really did come true - well, maybe some of them came very close to it.

and another point i noted - as i stood there reminiscing, my daughter was a few yards in front of me, sitting on the sand, in her own world of thoughts too.  i wondered if she was dreaming the same dreams i had many years ago, and if she was, i truly hope that her dreams will come true.  and i pondered over the possibility that she would, one day, perhaps at my age, stand on some beach  and look upon her own daughter a few yards in front of her - each in their own thoughts and dreams.

if i am really blessed, maybe i would also be on that beach looking at my daughter and grand daughter...

and if i am in heaven, i would definitely be looking down upon them with a big smile!

birthdays

so it's just another birthday - have had quite a few now, some most worthy of thoughts, and i'm so blessed that only a handful are better forgotten.

i used to get a room full of presents; now it's just half a room, but hey, better than nothing right.  i used to have a dressing table full of perfumes as birthday gifts, from well-wishing interested males; these days, i still have a couple or two perfumes waiting to be opened, but from different well-wishers.

those were the days of party and fun with friends and friends; now it seems a little more sedate, but, hey, it's not old age! perhaps it's just maturity.  been there, done that............. hmm, i wouldn't say 'No' to Zouk though, or a good dance club, with great music, and great company.