[世界上最贵的礼物]


你会送什么给你最心爱的人？

有些人会自己亲手做一些东西送给心爱的人。
但很抱歉，因为我没这个耐性。

有些人会买颗很大很大的砖石戒子。
但真遗憾，因为我买不起。

有些人会买个很名贵又最流行的名牌包包。
但很奇怪，因为我觉得很浪费。

虽然我不能送这些东西给我最心爱的人，但我给了她一个很小的礼物。
而我觉得这个也可能是世界上最贵的礼物，

那就是我的一个，承诺。

因为我的承诺，

所以在我心目中，我只爱她一个。
所以我每晚都会等她下班。
所以我会在她生病时，细心的照顾她。
所以我会好好的照顾自己，因为她说如果是我病了，她没有办法照顾我。
所以我会好好的上班，因为你说她不想怕没钱而去工作。
所以我会学习爱干净，因为你说她最讨厌肮脏的环境。
所以我会去记得她的一切，因为她说她老是忘记。
所以我会陪她去逛街，因为她说我懂得她的品味。
所以我会乖乖听她的，因为她说其他人都不听。

虽然这个礼物是没有价值，但这个礼物也没有限制。
只要是她喜欢，她就可以加多一些。
因为这是我送她的一个小礼物。

一个我能给得起的，世界上最贵的礼物。

[缘分是...]

从前，我们在各自的世界里，过着不同的生活。
我们住的环境和彼此不一样，但我们一样有个美满的家。
从小玩的东西不一样，在长大的过程也跟彼此不一样。
我们也有着各自的好朋友，在我们不开心时陪着我们。
我们长大了，可能也有过自己喜欢的对象。

有一天，我们在不同的时间，不同的情况下，作了相通的决定。
这个决定让我们认识了彼此，也开始了我们的缘分。

时间长了，我们也渐渐喜欢上了对方。
只要是在一起，无论做什么我们都会一样得开心。
这份开心也让我们开始走了爱的路。

相爱的我们，也开始把我们不同的世界介绍给对方。
相爱的我们，也把我们的生命连在一起。
我要记得你喜欢什么，不喜欢什么。
你要记得我讨厌什么，害怕些什么。

从此，我们喜欢的东西多了一倍，不喜欢的东西也多了一倍。
我们也很努力的在过对方的生活，为彼此牺牲。
虽然我们还有很多不明白的地方，但这就是爱。

爱一个人不是因为一时的冲动，也不是一时的决定。
爱就是缘分的结果。

因为缘分的开始，
就是让两个不同世界的人，
在同一个地方，聚在一起，
在同一个时间，喜欢上对方，
在同一个生命中，爱上彼此。

[ 世界上最坏的习惯 ]

有时觉得爱一个人好难好难。
她为什么会生气？不是一直都好好的吗？
不是昨天才欢笑过吗？
怎么一转眼就好像变了一个人是的。

到底她要的是什么？ 到底我不能够给她什么？
到底我哪里做得不好，还是我做的不对。
为什么我不知道自己错在哪里？

当我在忙着寻找问题的对错时，
我发现自己好像忘了怎么去爱一个人。

当我们。。。

一起走时，我好像忘了会牵她的手。
当上班时，我好像忘了会拨她电话。
临睡前时，我好像忘了会亲她一下。
看着她时，我好像忘了会看仔细点。

“老婆，我很爱你。”

这句话突然间好像没什么意义了。
因为我所说的跟我所做的都不一样了。

因为。。。

当我走在前面时，我都相信她一定会跟着我。
当我在上班时，我都会觉得她也一定跟我一样忙。
当我临睡时，我都相信她今天一定过得很充实。
当我看着她时，我都会觉得她心里一定会开心。

我错了。
一个人不哭，不表示她不痛。

当我发现这一刻时，我的眼泪一直在流。
为什么当我们谈恋爱时，总会有那么多事情作。
结婚后我们就不用作了吗？

我回想起曾经说过的话，

看电影？很贵。。网上不是可以看吗？
去海边？很烦。。那些蚊子老是咬我。
去狂街？很累。。上个星期不是刚去吗？
呆在家不是好好的吗？

两年而已，我好像把我们当成老夫老妻了。
我好像忘了什么是浪漫。
我好像觉得两个人能够在一起，就是浪漫。
我好像忘了给她我的时间，给她我的关怀。

我好像忘了自己说过要当全世界最棒的老公。
但冥冥中，我却成为了全世界最烂的老公。

难道这些就是习惯吗？

习惯就是你每天都会说的话，作的事。
当你不明白你为什么会这么说，这么做时，
这就是你的习惯。

当你把你身边最爱的人当成是一种必然时，
这也成为了世界上最坏的习惯。

[ Author’s note ]

Hi all,

Thanks for the support throughout the whole year. It has been a pleasant journey for me to know many of you who’ve read my stories. There are some who regards me as someone who understands what love means and have it written so well in words. There are some who even regard me as the god of love. I’m very much flattered.

As much as I think I understand love, I don’t really seem to understand it at all.
I think I failed totally as a husband. I’ve caused a lot of unhappiness to my wife and made her really upset about my actions and behavior.

Below is something I written in Chinese, apologized for those who don’t know how to read.

This is my last post until the day I understand more about love.

Take care everyone.

Anntonii Lim

[幸福是]

幸福是能够在每天早上醒来的时后看到你，但又不会吵到你。

但是当你每天早上醒来的时后，却看不到我。

幸福是能够在你不开心的时后逗你笑，想办法让你开心。

但我从来都没问过你什么是让你最开心的。

幸福是能够在你想哭的时后，尽量阻止每一滴眼泪。

但我从来都不知道你流的每一滴眼泪却是因为我。

幸福是能够在你说你喜欢一样东西的时后，送给你。

但我现在才知道让你最开心的是我给你的时间。

幸福是能够在你说你累时，背着你一起走着。

但我没想过你会累是因为我。

幸福是能够让你有打从心底的快乐。

Secrets of the Heart - 心の秘密

Chapter 10

What does your family mean to you?

I suppose the definition of this word changes as we grow up and experience many things later in life. I grew up in a close knitted family where the nine of us (grandparents, uncles) would squeeze into a 3 bedroom flat like some Singaporeans.

My father being a fishmonger would leave the house at the stroke of midnight to source for fresh fish to sell in the market. He would only return home for lunch at noon time the next day. The timing crash would mean I have little communication with him.

My mum was a housewife turned stall helper as there was none other people in the family who wanted to run the stall. I would say that I grew up in the wet market as I too had to help out at the age of seven.

My family was not financially strong in my standards as there were many things which I didn’t get compared to my peers. For me, I didn’t know a holiday also meant a trip overseas as most of the time I would only know it’s a festive celebration.

I used to think my school treated me better than my parents as they gave me a story book as encouragement for my hard work in school.

My mother would only tell me “Good job… study harder so that you won’t lead a life like us.”

In a mind of a twelve year old, I didn’t like the both of them very much because they always would stop me from doing the things I liked. I resorted to rebellion by doing badly for my final year in primary school. Although I still advanced to a 4 year secondary school course, many would have expected me to enter a better school.

As a teen, I practically failed everything that lay in front of me. Efforts of getting a tutor resulted in vain as I wasn’t interested in doing the things which my parents wanted.
I quarreled with them many times in my life. Each time, my mum would only break down in tears and told me that I won’t understand until the day I became a parent.

With my younger brother scoring all the grades and taking home saving all the faces for the both of them, I was totally ignored as I was labeled as the ‘bad’ son for life.
I don’t like to stay at home because I cannot stand the constant nagging from her about my room, my grades, my friends and my life. I always felt better when I’m out with my friends.

As I grew older, I realized that we don’t talk to each other anymore. They would go out of the house by midnight and I would only return home after that. By the time they have finished the business, I would have slept enough and got out of the house before they were back.
My mum tried to ask me something when I was having my dinner.

“Why must you ask this now?” I replied feeling agitated.
“Where were when I have something to ask?” To which my mum replied.

That sentence made a lot of awful sense as I couldn’t remember when the last time was I had a good conversation with my mum.

As I stepped out to work, maturity grew in me as I began to understand the word ‘family’ and tried to value it. I got to know more people and also realized that some of them don’t even have both parents to grow up with.

Guilt ran all across me because I wasn’t a good son to them.
All the damages had been done and all the wounds had been inflicted. Till this day, my mum would still not trust me over the things I said. I acknowledged that because I’ve lied to her so many times in my life.

But they were really surprised that I had changed and look forward to upgrade myself academically. They would still ask me not to study until so late into the night each time before they start work. I just quietly smiled and buried myself into the piles of books.
How times have fly.

As I observed them from afar at the fish stall, they have certainly aged quite a lot. They weren’t as strong as they used to be and they have to help each other to carry certain loads. It hurts me beyond words I saw it.

There are still many things which I want to do for them but are still not within my capabilities.

All I can do is to try to stay home as much as I can these days despite all the unfinished work. So that I can enjoy my mum’s cooking which I’ve missed so much many years ago.
Everyone would have their side of story to tell when you would to ask them about their families. Each and every story that you have with your family, be it sad or happiness is an experience that is kept in your heart and memories.

So what is a home with my family mean to me today?

It is a place where I know I will sleep soundly every night.

It is a place where I know I will be forgiven if I made a silly mistake.

It is a place where I know I will love each and every one as much as I can.

It is certainly a place where all the people who loved me in this world get together.

For some people, they may not necessary be the one who gave you your life but they are the ones who give you the time and attention which you needed.
If you dislike someone in the family for some reason, think about it again…

What does a family mean to you?

Nobody chose to ignore you, you only chose yourself to be ignored.

Love your family today because you won't know how many todays are there....

A moment of silence swept past the empty shop where three shadows stood apart. The short distance felt like continents apart as there was not a word spoken. There was no eye contacts too as both Edwin and his sister were hanging down their heads.

The joy of living together seems to have died on that day.

Three persons with three different feelings stood within a small compound of space. One who was angry about her way of life, one who was confused about his way of life and one who was guilty that he had created all the discomfort to his children.

Edwin’s father then walked slowly towards the entrance and brought back the stacks of groceries. Both Edwin and his sister didn’t know what to do but stood still as they watched.

A lady tried to walk into the shop.

“Sorry Madam”
His father called.

“Yes?”

“We are closed for today”

“Wah so early? It’s not even two o’clock”
The lady was taken aback by the reply.

“Yeah, we have some family matters to attend”
Edwin’s father smiled as he replied.

“Oh ok…”
The lady then walked out the shop feeling confused.

“Sorry, we hope to do your business again tomorrow.”
His father gently apologized for the inconvenience caused.

Edwin’s father took a last look outside before he pulled down the shutters and make his way up the stairs.

“Pa…”
Edwin finally broke the silence.


“Come upstairs… both of you, we’re close for today.”
His father replied as he took the steps one by one.

Edwin quickly went to support his father while his sister followed slowly behind them.

“Sit down”
His father asked his two children to sit at the old wooden dining table.

Both obliged without a hassle.

“Tell me something honestly… are you having a hard life with me?”

The two of them had mixed expression. Edwin was shaking his head in objection while his sister just lowered her head.

“Meiyee?”

There was still no response from his eldest daughter.
Finally Meiyee found the courage to speak up.

“Pa…”

“Yes?”

“Can I move to live with Aunt Grace?”

Edwin looked at his sister with shell shock expression.

Their father took a slow sigh before nodding his head.

“Maybe it’s a good idea too. She’s living all alone in her apartment; she would gladly need some company. Despite having all the richness one could only hope for, she has no companionship.”

“Jie, why must you leave this house and live with other people? This is your home you know? This is where your heart belongs.”

Meiyee turned and glared at her younger brother with the looks to kill.

“Ah Boy, what do you call this?”

She pointed to the messy living room and kitchen filled with groceries and necessity from the shop below.
“You call this a home? You call this dirty old place your home?”

Meiyee stood up.

“No matter how hard I tried to clean up this place, it’s useless. You can’t clean up an old place… every time there’s only stack of can food lying here and there. I’m so sick and tired of this place”

Edwin looked at her.

“Jie, it’s not where you live that’s call a home. It’s who you live with that make up a home.”

“I think we should have sold this dirty old place a long time ago. Maybe we could move into a flat where each of us will have our own rooms”

There was a loud bang from the table before Meiyee could finish her sentence.

“You can pack your bags and leave but don’t ever insult this shop, this house. This is the creation of both me and your mother. Without this shop there won’t even be any of you here.”

“But Ah Pa, you can’t manage the shop any longer, why can’t you just give up and live on another source living?”

Meiyee knew there’s no turning back.

“Jie, stop it. I think you are going too far”
Edwin couldn’t bear to hear another word from his own sister.

“Me being too far? Has anyone ever being considerate for me? Has anyone ever know how the hell I grew up with? I don’t even have any friends since primary school and secondary school. You know why?”

Meiyee turned her attention to her brother.

“Would you bring your friends up here? Where there’s nothing but junk? I have to study and do the house chores all by myself. All your dirty laundries I have to wash by hand just because we can’t even afford a washing machine.”

Edwin didn’t say a word more.
Meiyee was right, she was the one who did all the chores, wash all the clothes, ironed them and put everything in place.

“Pa… you know how sad I am just now when he told me that we can’t be together?”

Meiyee finally broke down and sat down on the chair.

“Pa… you know how much I loved him? You know what he told me just now? ‘Meiyee, we have different status and lifestyle. I don’t think we suit each other’”

Meiyee covered her head with both her hands as she wept uncontrollably across the dining table.

“Meiyee, I know… It’s my entire fault…”

Edwin’s father tapped to comfort his sobbing daughter before he went away to make a phone call.

“Why does it matter so much to people about how rich or poor they are? Don’t the rich eat more than three meals per day? Don’t they get sick? Aren’t we all the same…?”

Edwin uttered to himself as he watched his sister from the corner of the table.

“Aunt Grace said she would be delighted for you to stay with her. This sister of mine worked so hard for all the years and never had someone to take care of her. Meiyee, please help me take good care of her ok?”

Their father pat on Meiyee’s shoulder as he into the kitchen.

“Let’s cook a nice dinner for you tonight. Go and pack your stuffs, I told her you will go over after dinner.”

Meiyee rubbed her eyes.

“It’s ok Pa, I can go over anytime.”

“It’s ok… just go and pack your stuff.”
There was smile once again from their father.

Edwin walked over to his sister and passed her some wipes.
“Jie, I sincerely hope you will be happy.”

Edwin said as he walked slowly back to his room closing his door.

There was no much conversation during dinner time as the three of them seated across the dining table.

“Pa, don’t worry. I will still come back to help out the shop.”
Meiyee tried to start the conversation.

“It’s ok… just come back when you are free”

Meiyee left for their Aunt’s house after dinner, Edwin helped to clear the dishes and washed the utensils while his father did the laundry.

As Edwin lied down on his bed, he felt a sense of emptiness surrounding him for the first time. There were often many giggles and voices came from the living room as Meiyee would chat with her friends. There wasn’t any noise tonight and somehow it made the house looked empty because of this.

Edwin let out a sigh as he covered his blanket.

The emptiness was suddenly shattered by the melody of his mobile phone. A message was sent by Janet.

[What are you doing?]

[Trying to sleep I guess]

[Haha.. I guess you didn’t succeed, nice try anyway.]

[What are you doing then?]
Edwin questioned back.

[Trying to sleep too]
Came the reply.

[Hahaha… look who’s calling the kettle black]

[Oh Why can’t you sleep then?]

[I can’t sleep because it’s too quiet here, what about you?]
Edwin replied.

[I can’t sleep… because I’m thinking about you]

[To be Cont]