An Eskimo Legend

Perhaps they are not stars in the sky but rather openings in heaven where the love our lost ones pours through and shine down upon us to let us know they are happy.

- An Eskimo Legend

Taiwan Here I Come

Isaiah 55:12

You will go out in joy and be led forth by peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.

Still nervous,
naomi

stranger families.

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I'm scared. What do I do when I go back to a house of family which I had little or no memories of ? What do I call someone that I used to call mum, do I still call her 'mum', 'aunt' or simply her name? What do I do with my blood brothers I never known existed for 8 years?

Today, my uncle's wife called from Taiwan. She asked me if I still remember her? I said I do.The fact is that the only thing I remember about her is that she cooks apples in dinner dishes. I hate it when sweet and salted goes together.

Sunday all of them are coming back to celebrate grandma's birthday, I'm sure there will be even more awkward scenarios with stranger families. I hope I can drill through the cement floor and dug my head below.

traitor,

naomi

the wind catcher.

12 August,2010 Thursday

I love strong fierce winds. The ones with Speed.

The wind that slaps against your cheeks and makes it hard for you to breath. The one that howls and screams and cries.The one that makes you feel light enough to fly.

Not the storms,tornatos and hurricanes that brings death destruction and fear . Not the ones that you hide away when you sense it coming but the one that you will use your whole body to catch. The wind catcher.

And then you feel empty all over because all have gone with the wind. The wind catches all of it.

Sail boats. Motorbikes. Open Lorries. Tell me where else can I be the wind catcher?