January 17, 2010

I saw a couple of elderly people at the airport and they were helped by a couple of people. And I smiled at the sight of that.

Firstly, I was so touched that Malaysians are such nice people, and I felt proud that we were raised with values and a culture to respect the elders.

Secondly, I felt so happy that those two elderly people still had the strength to travel. Even if they needed help physically, they still had such strong energy mentally and emotionally.

I thought about what they were doing and where they were heading. Maybe they were visiting their grandchildren in another country? Or maybe they just did, and now they are heading back home with hearts filled with love and satisfaction. Because they were smiling despite the tired physique.

I guess I have a lot of respect for the elders. I wish with all my heart that they have good last years of their lives, and nothing saddens me more than seeing them spend those years in a hospital.

I only started feeling so deep about this after my own experience with my late grandmother, a beautiful person so close to my heart. She spent so many years in the ICU until the day she passed away, the whole hospital staff felt the emptiness. She had to go through dialysis every other day and I knew she was exhausted. Well she’s in a better place now, and one day I will be seeing her again.

But she left in me a sense of respect and awareness of what elderly people have to go through. Some are ignored by the children they raised, some are left in homes for others to take care of. Some are OK with it, but most are crying everyday.

Before you start helping others, look at your own family first.

I recently visited Opah’s elder sister (93 years old) who came all the way from Perak to see her children here.


She was greeted with much love, taken care of all the way and it felt good seeing that with my own eyes. Opah went to visit her at my aunt’s house which is on the 1st floor. Flight of stairs didn’t stop Opah, who panted and paused all the way up. If that’s not sisterly love, I don’t know what is. If it were my sister and I 60 years from now, we’d probably just video call. Hehe.

Anyway, I come from a family full of love and respect for the elders. And it feels really really good.

I’m actually writing this on my flight to London. Still thinking of my blog 🙂


I have the privilege of traveling in front, and I know without having a very loving and generous dad, I wouldn’t be here. I know this lifestyle isn’t my own, it’s just the result of having a dad with an above average income. It’s pure luck, and nothing of my own blood and sweat.

Surrounded by the luxury in my life, I shouldn’t take it for granted and I should take it as a challenge to work hard and give back to my elders, and then to the rest of the golden citizens.


Really, we all should. Look at what God has given us.  Small or big, we all have something to be thankful for. And it means nothing if we don’t take a moment to appreciate it, and challenge ourselves to one day give back.

I believe we’re all here for a purpose. Either to build the economy, to help others, to feed people, to defend the nation, to impart knowledge, to lead a successful company, to do something other than only personal pursuits. Toots recently told me what her dream was, and I thought it to be such a noble thing and I want her to know I’ll be behind her all the way (even though I laughed in her face hehe).

I haven’t found mine yet, but I know I’ll figure it out one day. All I know is through writing, I wouldn’t have discovered more about myself than I am discovering now. I don’t really know where this will take me, but I wouldn’t want to stop just yet.

Anyway, enough babbling.

I have arrived in London. It’s wet and dark. London hasn’t changed.


A little tired and jet-lagged. But excited nonetheless!