Mr. Shy's Lapland~ 20:42 hours Feb 10th, 2011 Canterbury, South East England
it was in malaysia when i first encountered this famous fairytale story from finland called the 'snow queen'. and yes, that was the very beginning i came accross the name 'lapland'; a fairytale land, where tranquality filled the air, and covered with nothing except snow and only snow. it's carved in my mind that lapland is associated with snow, and this year when the snow was falling and covering the surface the name lapland came to my mind. my canterbury has turned to lapland.
it rather quite late i'd say for snow to fall in february. daffodils were frantic and were about to bloom, but crazy winter returned with the promised snow. left alone the weather, but i was happy myself. i'm thankful that i was able to lay down on the fluffy snow again this year.
the snow was quite thick. today is the fifth day after the snow rained, but the is still some left waiting to be melted by the roaring sunshine. the bitterly cold temperature keeps the snow frozen really. i just checked the weather forecast and it is predicted that snow will fall again next sunday.
i'll be waiting patiently.
p/s* whenever snow rains, i'll get this song on player. it suits my feeling very well :)
Mr. Shy is missing his abah~ 22:55 hours Feb 8th, 2012 Canterbury, South East England.
It's been a thousand years since i last posted something in my blog. an autumn has passed, winter is reigning and spring is waiting patiently in line to be on the throne, the moments will be hers, soon. time passes, love bloms so does the feeling of longing. I've been longing for my family, my dad especially; for another thousand years.
few days before, I was having my afternoon nap when my dad walked in my dream. He made my eyes teary. I've been missing him badly. It wasn't quite long ago since i last video-skyping with him on skype, but i still missed him. a song tittled 'ayah' (dad) came out on youtube when i was surfing for nasyed on net. thinking of abah, i clicked the link and instantly memories of him rushed into my mind, overflowed with childhood memories of abah and me.
when i was a kid, i wasn't quite close to my abah really. i was mama's son instead. for me, abah was strict and busy. much of his time spent working. the memory of him tagging me with him to his workplace is still vivid in my memory box. life wasn't that easy back then. abah demanded all his sons to be at least have the experience of the hardship of life, even at the young age. maybe that what made me not having a great bonding with him, because he made a young boy working at a such young age.
If i were given a chance, i would like to go back to my childhood period and be a good son for abah. I'd love to be with him to spent my child days with; i don't mind working if that can build a great relationship between us. anyways, don't get me wrong. not that i'm having a bad relationship with my dad when i was young, just that i'm regretting not having a good one. my life would be even lot better if i had one, at least i wouldn't be this spoiled.
i can't wait to be home. i just can't.