Childhood

Sunday in Limbang Church, breezy morning. Problem is my cold and feverish feeling started to bleak out into my brain, goo started to ooze from my nose but yet i remain 90% sane and capable. I couldn't stick much around in the church else i'll be spreading the cold to neary by neighbout so i decided to walkout for a fresh air outside and look around some interesting places. For me the outside compound wasn't much foreign to me. surrounding the church are old 70's blue woooden kindergarden schools, teachers quarters, primary schools and the old bridge crossing the big drain which by far most prominent landmarks stood permanent after 30 years.
Back then there was so much love and caring between me any my father, bond between father and son is strong. I was only 6 back then in this very place where i stand. I can still remember my father always be there watching over me outside the kindergarden classroom, feeding me during lunchtime, pick me up home on his old 60's vespa after school and by noon afterworks brrought us munchies to keep us happy everyday, During his spare times he always bring me out for a jog around behind the school and then would help me push the rocking chair at the playground with my sister everyweekend. There's not much material toys for us to shower for but we are much happier that our father always keep us happy and protect us as we always hold hands where ever we go. My life as kid was full of happiness, no despair yet fail to see who's behind all these possibilities, only after 23 years i'm back at the same place touching the same soil flash back the memories seeing mirage of an adult holding hands with a child on the children playground distance from where i stood...i realised its was all my fathers endless love and support.

Breezy Sunday. Nostalgia returns

Fortunately Sunday daylight looks very fine, weather sunny, blue sky and bright sunlight, the sky so blue and our mountain biking group planing to ride near the local forest beside the beaches. In the afternoon we did couple of our up and down the hills and into the wood and out again back to the car park facing the seashore. The wind blew so nicely and the wave kept pouncing. The sounds so relaxing. The salty sand smell reminds me the good old days when me, my sister and my father used to bring me out for a swim and picnic near the beach. It was very happy moments when i was a kid. Its nice to be out here and sense the presence of the past as i sit facing to the sunset sunk slowly behind the golden wavy sea. I wish i was born young again and be with my active father out into the beach play like there's nothing to worry about.