Taking a break from delivering hard-hitting Bible teaching to talk about other things. I have not been very happy or well of late. Niggling concerns and stress entered my life and there are things I cannot / should not do anymore, that I used to take lightly. The world is a more dangerous place. Prices are rising, along with the ire of minimum wage workers, apathy and carelessness, bullying and revenge, bad blood between the lower and upper classes, judgmentalism and ungratefulness, forced relationships that end in blood.
I'm relaxing in my air-conditioned room, after a good meal of Chinese roasted pork rice and iced water (a must have in the tropics). About an hour till I see my relations from the north again. We go way back to when our family was torn by squabbles that I did not understand and I loved those who were trodden on by the wealthier and more fortunate. Time passed, and so did the coming of troubles. And in the end, there is that old Malay saying:
Air dicincang tetap bercantum semula (you cannot divide water, likewise family -forever)
I love my family and my close friends, whoever I meet who is reasonable and kind. And all those I crossed paths with during the LiLian conflict years, who were not to blame.
Soon it will be my father's birthday, the mid autumn festival. The first week of October, 5 short days away. More later...
I bought Dad a locally designed tee shirt which is moisture wicking polyester. Brand called Felet a.k.a. Fleet. Was cheap, sub 16RM. Feeling a little jostled and evil LiLian is singing in our ears. Mom got hit with joint pains and a stomach cramp. We looked after her, and my cousin made up with her, doing all the dishes. I gave my uncle a handful of fragrant tea balls. We are closer now than before, who love God and not money. It seems I still have things I need to learn.
It’s closing in on midnight and I have to take my meds and brush. Work out a bit soon. Dad gave me my monthly $100. Now I have 1kRM saved up. In my wallet, I have about 500RM. And 500RM in gold, yea just a gram. In a pinch, I can sell Grandma’s handed down 916 gold chain for maybe 5kRM. Enough to survive for a bit. My uncle was talking of investments, how he stashed away thousands in rarities and it got me thinking about my ‘investments’ which are mostly in my musician and author friends. I think relationships will prove wiser to cultivate in these end times, than a job or a rarity. IMHO, peace.
May work out at 1am since I took my meds late.
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