**When the tears dry
and when the screams become a quiet cry
When the world is hard and cold
The darkness seeps into your soul
Hold up your eyes
Coz I see you.
When the world is twisted and unkind
And you feel thorn scar your mind
Hold up your eyes
Coz I see you.
I'll be the reflection to remind you
who you are
So dream your dreams
Look past the world
And keep reaching for the stars.**
~~Vince (he passed this handwritten note to me just minutes after he saw me crying. The best part? We just got acquainted) How unfortunate that the paper had no date on it. I forgot when it was given or even how the author looked like.
Dear Vince, thank you for this note. No words can express how much this note means to me. It's definitely the piece of paper I would want to keep to show my grandchildren.
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Saturday, February 04, 2006
Monday, March 26, 2007
My face
I was feeling troubled.
I wanted company for reasons I can’t explain.
I helped myself to the empty extra bed in sis’s room.
“Please la, let me sleep here. Not like I’m disturbing.”
“No. GET OUT.”
“Why?”
“No reason. This is my room and I want you OUT.”
Months later, I was pacing back and forth in my sis’s room.
Like a repetitive nightmare, I was experiencing anxiety yet again.
But I didn’t dare say anything.
I went to my room and hid under the covers.
My sis knocked the door and asked, “You want to sleep in my room?”
I nodded earnestly.
“Then, say so lar! Only show your stupid face!”
I told my father about a government doctor’s disrespectful treatment towards me.
I was 17.
“You know, you have a very unpleasant face. That’s why people tend to have a bad impression of you.”
If he had said anything else, I wouldn’t know because I wasn’t listening anymore.
Everyday only show your black face! That’s why we have such bad luck in the house!
My mother said many other things of course, but it’s irrelevant for my posting here.
"Do you understand? You have such blur face."
My teachers always say this. My ex-classmates would readily nod to this memory.
During my temporary stint as a waitress back in my teens, my colleague always asks me if I’m alright. I ask why I wouldn’t be.
“Because you always have such worried face.”
Then she did an impression of me that made me laugh.
She’s real sweet. Subsequently she told me a real life sob story that was supposed to make me feel better.
I was waiting for a friend. She’s late as usual.
I was walking back and forth.
Two jolly men walked towards me, “Ah Moi, are you okay?”
I looked up very surprised. I smiled and nodded, looking really confused.
“You looked really sad. Why lar? Young people should be happy.”
I beamed, not knowing if it was for his sake or mine.
I cried back in the psychiatric ward.
A friend there wrote this to me. http://teasips.blogspot.com/search?q=vince
I wanted company for reasons I can’t explain.
I helped myself to the empty extra bed in sis’s room.
“Please la, let me sleep here. Not like I’m disturbing.”
“No. GET OUT.”
“Why?”
“No reason. This is my room and I want you OUT.”
Months later, I was pacing back and forth in my sis’s room.
Like a repetitive nightmare, I was experiencing anxiety yet again.
But I didn’t dare say anything.
I went to my room and hid under the covers.
My sis knocked the door and asked, “You want to sleep in my room?”
I nodded earnestly.
“Then, say so lar! Only show your stupid face!”
I told my father about a government doctor’s disrespectful treatment towards me.
I was 17.
“You know, you have a very unpleasant face. That’s why people tend to have a bad impression of you.”
If he had said anything else, I wouldn’t know because I wasn’t listening anymore.
Everyday only show your black face! That’s why we have such bad luck in the house!
My mother said many other things of course, but it’s irrelevant for my posting here.
"Do you understand? You have such blur face."
My teachers always say this. My ex-classmates would readily nod to this memory.
During my temporary stint as a waitress back in my teens, my colleague always asks me if I’m alright. I ask why I wouldn’t be.
“Because you always have such worried face.”
Then she did an impression of me that made me laugh.
She’s real sweet. Subsequently she told me a real life sob story that was supposed to make me feel better.
I was waiting for a friend. She’s late as usual.
I was walking back and forth.
Two jolly men walked towards me, “Ah Moi, are you okay?”
I looked up very surprised. I smiled and nodded, looking really confused.
“You looked really sad. Why lar? Young people should be happy.”
I beamed, not knowing if it was for his sake or mine.
I cried back in the psychiatric ward.
A friend there wrote this to me. http://teasips.blogspot.com/search?q=vince
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