Snug as a Pooh Bear

Tales of Friendship with Winnie the Pooh (2012) —That's the title of the miniseries, shorts, or whatever you call it, that usually comes up during commercial breaks on Disney Junior when I was a kid. I revisited this memory back when we were all on lockdown because of COVID. It took me a while to find the episodes of it online (even Disney+ doesn't have it). It was so calming and peaceful to watch it again. Makes me remember how I loved Winnie the Pooh (I mean who doesnt?!)

Aside from it's very engaging storytelling and colourful scenes. The bedtime song at the end was always so pleasant to hear. I remember anticipating it everytime, it was the perfect lullaby. The piano, the soft voice of the narrator singing which was accompanied with a sweet melody. 

~Snug as a Bear Can Be,                            Dreaming in a honeytree~

I always sang along whenever that part comes on. And apparently, it has  localised versions from other countries as well. Namely, Spain, Italy, and Germany with their own respective narrators. The Italian version being my favourite (aside from the English version ofc) but unfortunately the episodes of it are nowhere to be found except for the bedtime song.

Just talking about this makes me missed how innocent I was. Hahaha!

Solar Lights

Solar Lights 

It was September 30th, 9:59 at night where out of the sudden, everything started to shake. Lights were flickering and suddenly my body just drop to the floor and I try to hug my parents, my mum praying and my dad whaling. Without hesitation, I quickly crawl to get my little brother who was sleeping and ill. There my mum and I found him under the drawers, it fell down. Thank God he was okay and wasn't injured. After what it felts like an eternity, the earthquake stopped. The house was a mess. My mum, who was still praying, hugged my little brother tightly. 

I looked around the house to see if there's any damage. Thankfully, our small and humble house was okay except for us and the things that we owned. No matter how dim it was, I quickly prepared the necessary things and after that we swiftly head out. But that was not the end.

We walked out then looked for a place that seems safe. We stayed at the place that is in front of our house. It was so cold and dark. The only source of light that we had was just the weak solar light and the stars illuminating us. It was refreshing to see the stars so clear again but the wind started to get stronger and colder. It was a thunderstorm coming. We took shelter in a small restaurant but still we felt unsafe.

My mum and I begged my father to transfer to the container van like my mum's former boss, Chuck, said. He was still stubborn. I was so furious at him, I started yelling him to quit his childish act but he still refuses. 

The ground was still shaking, each aftershock was stronger than before. I prayed to God to let me see the sun again before I die. Then, the storm began to get powerful and finally my father budged, we swiftly ran to the container van to take shelter. 

It was so dirty and had a lot of cobwebs. It also had a bedframe where my little slept on it. I refuse to sleep, not because it was dirty (partly it was actually) but I was still shocked. I wanted my mum and and the rest of my family to rest. Because I wanted to see the light. Aftershocks were still happening but my lack of sleep and the adrenaline rush made me numb for some reason. I just prayed to feel the sun again. 

Note: I started writing this on October 1st. But things happened. It's been one week and there are over 8,000 aftershocks now. I hope everyone will be safe.