Peace

Looking upon thee as thou lie in slumber,
Thy belly cometh a gentle rumble.

Bliss that shimmers,
Peace that gathers,
Warmth that sparked my heart.

Who knows what yonder brings
Who knows what challenges when dawn breaks
What plans may change
Their doom or success to change.

But this I know
That thou rest in sleep
Safe and secure
Thou is refreshed.

I feel bliss with you
A blissful future I will
Create with you.

I'm getting married!

Marriage. A union of Joy. A celebration of two coming together to be as one.
But at what cost?

How does one put a price tag on a celebration? In dollars and cents? In verbal well-wishes? With food and wine? With tears that stream down one's face?

It is a bit discouraging when friends are happy for us, but the reaction from family is a hundred and eighty degrees away. Not that they object, in fact my mum said it's good that I have found the partner to settle down with and says go and get married. But the fact that that is all she said is a bit frustrating. No offer of paying for the church wedding lunch, or saying she'll chip in for this. Just an offer of paying for five tables, and taking back the cost of the five tables plus all red packets from those five tables.

It's a little frustrating when my mum says that this is a modern world now, and not like weddings of last time, where parents decided who came to the wedding banquet, and parents footed the bill. Now, it's modern. We decide who to invite, and we foot the bill.

Can thoust strike the balance between culture and modern?

Is there such a need to draw the line your wedding and my son's wedding? Has the world evolved so much that the groom and the bride are on par, and thus, the bride's family to offer to pay for the wedding since the groom's family isn't rich.

All my life, I have co-existed with my parents. While I have a peaceful relationship with them, I honestly don't feel that they know me at all. Sure, there were times they took care of me, when I was sick, or watched me grow up. But they haven't been growing up with me. I was patient when anger took a hold of her, or when I didn't greet her when I went home and she gave me the cold shoulder. All my life, I grew up with the mantra that parents are always right. Or the mantra that I displayed at home. I never argued back, never really threw a tantrum or a big fuss. I accepted my parents making mistakes because at a young age, I knew they weren't perfect.

It is more disappointing than frustrating that the hand that fed you now pulls your ear.

From you saying that I should stay with her, to saying that cause I'm staying with her that's why you can't sell the house to the first buyer, to saying that it is my wedding so I should pay the bill cause it's a modern world.

Is not a wedding a joyous celebration? Of the growing up of both parties, of the blessed union of both as they come together as one?

Time for me to walk the walk, unlike some who just talk the talk and don't walk the walk.

Guess I'll have to beg, borrow and bury myself in debt because I want to thank my friends for making me who I am and to let them be a part of this celebration.

On bended knee

With a long and deep inhale, I took a breath and went down on one knee.
Okay, it wasn't fully on one bended knee, because she was sitting on the bed, and the bed is low.
It was kind of like a hunched over cramped aching ankle style.
I bet movies and reel life use invisible knee pads for the artistes.

And she said yes!
A new stage begins.
Not a new journey;
but a continuation of the current one just in one new direction.

Doesn't signify that it'll be easier ahead
with mounting financial burdens
and decisions to make
choices to decide
who to invite for what event
or to send an invitation card
and so many more

But I'm happy despite all these
we still have time for each other
or rather, we make time for each other.

To be honest, we haven't really slacked in bed for one day for a long time
Either she's busy with work, or I'm busy with work or both of us are busy with work.
But we still try, and juggle shifts here and there.

Am I sure I want to be married when I'm going to hit 25 soon?
Yes. I don't really see it as being tied down,
though I do acknowledge its commitment.
But it isn't a burden to me, just another step along the path.

A year ago, I would not have imagined that all this will happen.
Getting attached, getting engaged, applying for a house.
Sometimes in life, all one needs to do is to take a step of faith forward
And to be content with what one has in life.

Who knows when we will fade off this earth?
I only know if the world ended today,
I will die in bliss.