Tag Archives: Observations Made from Life
My Father Who Managed to Hide His Sorrows
and no, still NOT my photograph… From the perspectives of the children here, translated… The door bell rang, I just, stepped out of the kitchen, about to, answer, I’d heard my dad, saying hi to the visitors, it was, the … Continue reading
Asking for Information Instead of Looking it Up Yourselves
nope, not my picture… This, is WHAT most people (see, I did NOT “generalize” this time…) get in the habit of doing, thinking that, when they’re hungry, they just needed to, CRY, and, surely enough, someone else will have a … Continue reading
Refusing to Become the Living Dead
and no, still not my photograph… On aging well, translated… “Everybody MUST live until ninety-nine, NO exceptions!”, last summer, my best friend, Liangn gave me a book on “How to Age Healthily & Gracefully”, and on the insider covers, he’d … Continue reading
Not Knowing What’s Served at Lunch
Experiences in life, translated… There was a arts and culture restaurant close by to a memorial hall, because the place was elegant, close to where we live, my wife and I would often go there, to spend half of a … Continue reading
Left Behind in the World, He’d Stared at the Clock on the Wall, Lost
Do you want to live to a hundred, if living to a hundred means you’d lost your basic living abilities? This, is the question to consider here! From the Newspapers, translated… When I saw the topics of the articles needed, … Continue reading
Enjoying a Little DIY
Translated… Awhile ago, as I thumbed across, “A Handyman for a Husband”, I couldn’t help, but smile, because, we are, a family of Do-It-Yourself-ers too. From me, thirty years ago, my second aunt handed me her barber tool set, since … Continue reading
By a Sickbed, a Poem
When your loved one gets sick, translated… I would truthfully swear Of my willingness to juice up my own life then, send it into the drip that Connects to my father’s veins But, the Buddha was so silent, wouldn’t do … Continue reading