Christmas of 2007

Merry Christmas to you.
I rang up my father's youngest sister (SayKu) on Christmas eve (New York Time). Sayku had already returned from Christmas morning mass at 10:30 am in Taunggu (Burma), over 10000 miles away from New York City. She was very happy to hear from me, especially on Christmas morning. I was also happy to have the line connected and found her lost phone number, which I had been looking for days. She was not feeling well for two days, and she was hoping to receive phone calls.

Birthday-The Day I Was Born

I called home this morning. Papa said that I should remember how Marmar was in labor pain when she gave birth to me. And also, Papa said I should remember, how Popo was so excited and went riding a bicyle to the hospital in the middle of the night with a termo flask, which was filled with Chinese Herb Tonic Chicken soup for Marmar although she was afraid of darkness and unseen ghosts and sprits. Popo was thrown off the bicyle on the way to the hospital because the streets had no lights. Popo was using the light generated by dynamo. The soup flask was broken and the soup ended on the street. She was very upset about the accident. This accident foretold bad sign. She sensed of Marmar's difficulty in labor. The unborn child might be in danger.

That child is here writing about that accident now.

Popo was a very good playmate and the best grandma. She taught me how to play badminton. She also taught me how to rely on oneself. She was funny. She was a good story teller. She was intelligent and religious. She would bring back new badminton racquets and shuttlecocks from Rangoon. We would play on the street in the evening after school. She would secure her longgyi (Sarong) with belt and wore canvas shoes before we played. We showered after the game. Then, we had our dinner. I would do some homeworks from school. My sister and I joined Popo for some prayers in Hakka before I went to bed. She had taught us how to pray in Hakka. She had shown her great love to us by caring, playing and doing things together. We had done alot of things together. She taught me how to bone a chicken. I would never forget that she made sure I learnt those stuffs as she would be moving to Rangoon with KongKong after he retired in the end of 1980......more to come.

Shame on President Chen Shui-Bian

There goes again with Mr. President, Chen. He has ordered to remove the words "Da Chung Chi Cheng" of late President of Republic of China (ROC), Chiang Kai-shek's memorial hall after renaming as Taiwan Democracy Memorial Hall complex. President Chen and his gangs are famous for names changing to post office, International Airport, and in the process of trying to change other "China" bearing government related companies. Mr. President should change his Chinese Surname to something else. Otherwise, he is contradicting hypocrite himself. He got a Chinese name. Well, he has done hell of a good job for stealing public funds during his almost eight years in office. I am sure that he is much richer than before in term of personal wealth. He got a so called foreign diplomatic fund and other unaccounted funds. He got a group of people (including his infamous wife) to help him to achieve his endeavor in self-enrichment. Name changing is just a show. President Chen is trying very hard to distract from real issues and problems, which are going to be a heavy burden for new administration in 2008. Mr Chen is only picking an easy target, which is a dead man's legacy. It is not real Democracy. Has he forgotten that the late president Chiang defended Taiwan from Communist Chinese. Has Mr. Chen defended Taiwan with his life in the front line?

Ah Bian Can?

Ah Bian can do this.
Ah Bian can do that.
Like a four years old kid,
Naming own name like an annoying spoilt brat.

Ah Bian can talk.
Ah Bian can walk.
Like a forty years old baby,
A tortoise shell without its body.

How would you answer your forefathers?
How would you answer to old soldiers,
Who fought a bloody war and sacrifice their families and lives?
Under the Strait, their remains were still laid.

How would you secure peace, security and prosperity?
Fight for a free and an equal Chinese society.
Demand Mainland be democratic.
Engage and negotiate without rhetoric.

Can Ah Bian be serious and visionary?
Ah Bian is for reversionary.
Divide and rule between Mainlanders and Islanders.
Once...our forefathers were Mainlanders.
For the present and future daughters and sons,
National father always be (Another Mainlander) Dr Sun Zhongshan.

Birthday Eve's Thought

Would I be happy?

My birthday is tomorrow.

Would there be any sorrow?

My birthday is tomorrow.

Would I be in a glow?

My birthday is tomorrow.

Would I be loved?

My birthday is tomorrow.

I just want my peace.

My birthday is tomorrow.

BaKoGi

New York City First Snow

First snow comes to New York City today, December 2nd 2007. One and a half inches of snow lays on the sidewalk and the car. The whole street is blanked with white snow. It is very beautiful. It is always good to see the first snow. I espiceally love snow. I hope Julie won't mind it. It is not a walking and talking Snow. I told Julie to walk on snow and enjoy the feeling of the walking. It is so soft to walk on.

I got into an minor accident with an another SUV truck this morning. Julie and T. Win were in the car too. My car plate was broken and the other party, his name is Dave. His car bumper was cracked. The small roads were icy and slippery. It was freezing cold. We went back to Brooklyn to help mother in law moved to first floor. We did some shopping for foods. We got back to Flushing at around 3:45 pm.

AutoDent will fix Dave's car for $678. He will get new bumper.

My Thoughts

This is going to be my outlet for my thoughts and feelings. They may be my small thoughts and non important for most of you. But, it is important that I have got my thoughts and feelings off my chest. I can reflect on them years leter. I can see how I have changed and shaped up in my opinions.

My first post is for my loving grandpa and grandmom. They were very special two individuals with two different personalities. They are still much loved and missed by three of us. It still makes me smiled when I think of some silly things and happy times, we had together. We had a great times in Sagu. That was more than 25 years ago.

Anyway, thank you for reading.

Kong Kong & Po Po (Grandpa & Grandma)

For PoPo (Grandma)
Playing badminton on the street,
Smashing shuttlecock from left to right,
Catching it left and right on its flight,
Where Pó Pó (Grandmother) always lead.

An aged but robust grandma,
Pounding on the stone grinder;
Peanut, sugar and sticky rice for dinner.
She was our loving Nana.

Neatly combed gray hair,
Light powder for her fair.
A radiant face,
Always with a smiling grace.

In the Back yard, Grandma and Three of us,
Sitting and lying around her after a hearty feast,
Listening to her most classic “Journey to the West”.
How could we not miss her story telling art?

Laughter filled the night,
Not ready to go to bed.
Reminding us for no bed wet.
Must try with all our might.

Together before bed, saying prayers in Hakka
Wishing all of us in good health,
Good moral ones not to worry else,
As we always love Jesus and our Grandma.

Quietly and quickly, years may have passed.
We will never forget all the good past.
Since you left us all alone,
In our memory, we are never alone.

Pó Pó, you are the biggest part of our lives.
We will realize your dream at last.
You are still an inspiration to all of us.
Till The end, Love for you will ever last.

(August 3rd-6th 2005)

For Kong Kong (For Grandpa)

Born on the 6th of December.
Two of us in the family member,
It’s a time to remember.
One is shinning like a star in the sky,
To guide a clipper in the stormy weather.

Love the game of a football.
My favorite was a baked corn.
Kong Kong was also having a ball.
I just wanted to blow my bike horn
With Joy, beautiful evening for us all.

To School, before off we go,
Try to sit on Kong Kong’s lap.
Brothers and sister lined up in a row.
Hand us pocket monies with a tender tap.
We were his little loving dolls.

A quite man with an easy smile,
A warm man with a tender heart,
To have us in the pile,
He had always worked very hard.
He’d always go an extra miles.

An image of a good deed,
His foot steps to follow,
A simple mind to seek,
So, his life was a mellow.
He was never in a long sorrow.

Home was a place to gather,
Either in good health or sickness,
There was our dear loving Grandfather.
For us, his Love was never being less,
As our love for him is still in a mass.

Nineteen years ago, today
My grandfather and I celebrated our birthday together.
With a simple kiss and photo taken together,
Now I deeply remember,
He had left us in this cold winter.

BaKoGi

December 5, 2005