As I was watching this RTHK tv drama about HK at the 60's
I suddenly realized
Dad's Love for me
and his pain of my not taking it from him
He once asked mom where I was
Expecting me to help him at work after I came back from the States
not making it
he didnt really care
So
I had been helping him out for a while getting my $300 monthly paid
at the drill, at the lathe, at the work bench producing the same products from morning till night
I was sent to live in my sister's
when I quitted farming, quitted King Fook, quitted Rena ware and re-entered Baptist College to do my diploma
Dad had me in his mind
to take up his metalwork business
He had so painstakingly built up
bit by bit, scrap by scrap
How he loved that piece of white copper he put on top of his wardrobe
my sister ignorantly threw away when she moved our shekkipmei flat to mei foo
it could have been like passing on one soul to another
through passing his survival skills to me in metalwork
His way
through quiet observations, disciplined daily life all year round
No lectures no explanation you just observe and use your eyes
and never ending work
And take up his simple way of life
of generous Loving
Giving
and enjoying
But mom
who comes from a trading town
saw no future in this
So now
I become a teacher
But basically
I am still a metal worker working in his workshop all on my own
Somehow, I am trying to do what my dad was doing now to my students
hammering those mellable voices churnning them into something the society would buy
and get some simple pleasure from it
But now, as I too, want to pass on my skills to any students with some potential to carry on the business
and get rejected
Somehow, I dont mind too much either
come as you might, go as you wish
simple life for me
to live to love for today
to sing or hum a few tunes at my work
Not too bothered by money or people around me
and I don't bother them
a hermit at heart
living his own life
I am no different from my father
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Me
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I dont fall for people who command good English
If I had
I would have fallen for native speakers or near native
But I haven't Their Good English scares me
I fall for people who echo me
I go for those who are a little lower than me
Yet not so low as not to have the ability to reflect me
I go only for those whom I think can reflect me
I dont care how well they can play the piano
or how well or how poor they do in their own field
I just fall for my own reflection
a greater me a potential me
A me I long to be but can't be
A more perfect me
A me I am unable to realize by myself
So I build my dream on whoever gives me the idea that
she maybe a good material
material to build me
Adam's lost rib bone
God's image God wants to see in me.
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You
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A day like any ordinary day
You came
And that makes all the difference
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They
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till they suck your soul away