About hafong

Hello! My name is (Leung) Hafong alias Lily Leung. You always say the last name first….that is the Chinese way. That is my partner lurking behind me. Since this is my blog, I won’t mention his name. But this is a rather cool picture. You see me and yet you don’t…sort of the way I feel about myself most of my life. So this blog is a self-exploration, an archeology dig of some sort. My tools…..words of a thousand or so at a sitting. I will try for that.

Self-Talk, I Can, I Can

Posted on January 13, 2026 by hafong

I’m struggling still. It’s a physical thing, related to the weather. I am sure of it. Yesterday we had a high of +4C. Looks like it’s going to be the same today. I am sure many are happy with the mild temperatures. I am not. I feel droopy and crappy. I can’t change the weather so I’m carrying on in my default mode. There’s nothing else I can do.

It’s too bad that I haven’t built up a strong default system. Perhaps if I don’t want to set goals and resolutions, I can learn to make lists. Today I have no urgent must-do’s. Tomorrow I have an appointment with my bank person. I can look up my finances and see where I am at before the meeting. I should respect my money more and pay attention. I have an appointment with my gynecologist in February and my dentist in March. I can write them on the calendar so I won’t forget.

I haven’t been strong at all in following through with anything. Hence I am at my keyboard still surrounded with alot of paper clutter. This is not a good time to say I will change. That would be just a waste of energy. But it is a good time to remember that I had one success in following through. I have finished my queen sized log cabin quilt just before Christmas when it felt like an impossibility. It’s a big confidence builder. I can. I can.

It’s a good note to end on for this lucky 13th day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. Maybe I can do it again tomorrow.

Working at Effort

Posted on January 12, 2026 by hafong

January has not been its cold and sunny self. It’s been mostly mild and cloudy. I am cloudy, too, weighed down with the grey and how the world is. I am not at all motivated and excited about anything. It’s work coming to the keyboard but I cannot give in and up so easily. But what do I have to say that would be helpful and not harmful? Have you ever been feeling this way? If you have, what helped or not helped?

I am grateful that I can still get out of bed and talk about it. I’ve never felt less like it, but I did go to the gym. My workout wasn’t off the richter scale. I don’t imagine it would shave off even an ounce but I did move, skip and flex a couple of muscles. I am grateful that I made our lunches and the dishes are done. My limbs are heavy like lead. My eyes want to close. I want to lay down and sleep till this is over. In this state, I am grateful for any effort I can make.

There were a few moments of little joy.

Stepping into a quilting store and seeing all the colour fabric.
Driving down our back alley and seeing the toddlers from the daycare playing. They stopped and waved at us with their little hands.
Watching this reel of a deaf 3 year old teaching his little sister sign language. Little hands are happy hands.

So, there! This is today’s effort for the Ultimate Blog Challenge. Not great but something is better than nothing. Or is it?

Large Coffee, One Cream, One Sugar

Posted on January 10, 2026 by hafong

Sometimes it is hard to believe that it is a little over a year since my mother passed. I wonder where she went. When I think of her, I see her as she was, vibrant and alive. She is just somewhere else. Life and love are still here. We are calmer, more at peace. For my father and me, we are still doing coffee most afternoons at the mall. I would go over to Tim Horton’s. They know me now and what I want. Every day it is large coffee, one cream, one sugar. Sometimes I get some Timbits. Surprising how comforting this habit of coffeeing is.

It really wasn’t my intention to do this. My siblings and I were not really close to our father. Our mother was the nuturing one. My father was like most Asian fathers of his generation. He brought home the bacon and left the family stuff to our mother. She took care of everything else. But with her gone, we couldn’t really just leave him at 93 to fend for himself. We pitched in to make sure he was safe.

I couldn’t do much after falling ill and losing my hearing. I told him not to call me because I wouldn’t be able hear. He understood and was very supportive. He said not to worry about him and to take care of myself. When I was recovering and could hear a bit, I dropped in on my walks for a short visit and a coffee. Last year was a long winter for both of us. He was mostly housebound. I was mostly deaf with alot of incessant bad music in my head. I did alot of walking to distract myself and also to hear the crunch of tires on ice from the traffic.

When summer came I tried walking with my father outside. The sidewalks were too rough and uneven for walker or wheelchair. Besides the weather was unpredictable – too windy, hot, cool. The mall was the perfect place for a walk and things to look at and discover. It was much easier than sitting at home with him. After awhile, I ran out of things to talk about. At first it was mostly just the two of us at the mall. It was ok. It was restful. It was my coffee break. Things evolve. Now some days we have a small group, some old friends and some new ones. I like to call it our Chinese Happy Hour. Some days I go home drunk with happiness from a large coffee, one cream, one sugar. I split it with my father.

Something lost, something gained

Posted on January 8, 2026 by hafong

Joni Mitchell’s Both Sides Now is still my favourite song. With my hearing loss, I don’t hear music like I used to. I don’t hear the full richness of all my strings and things. But I can still hear the melody and single instruments like the piano and the lyrics. I can still enjoy music somehow. There is always something to be grateful for.

Yes, I’ve lived on both sides now. There’s ups and downs. Something’s lost but something’s gained. I’ve learned acceptance and that life has many sides. It’s not all or nothing. There’s life after loss and that it can still be wonderful and beautiful.

I’ve been struggling with my words this round of the Ultimate Challenge. Sometimes my fatigue gets the better of me. I’ve had to listen and give it some respect. I pick up the pace when I can.

Learning ASL

Posted on January 6, 2026 by hafong

Something funny happened to me last year. Shortly after I lost my mother, I lost my hearing. One morning I heard something click in my head and I couldn’t hear very well. It was a traumatic experience, one which I find difficult to tell. I feel much like a war veteran, reluctant to share. To make a long story short, I ended up with total loss, unable to hear my own footsteps, the dishwasher, the furnace, the neighbour’s snowblower, blowing right next to our house.

I have been very fortunate. I have gained back alot of my hearing. I can function very well with hearing aids. It took awhile. It took a lot of faith. Some days I did wondered how I was to live in such a state. I always had believed there’s a silver lining to every cloud. It took awhile to find it with this. All the energy was sucked out of me trying to hear. My head was so empty. I felt cognitively impaired and lost my confidence. But now my strength is back and my head is not so empty. It is working better. Most of the pistons are firing correctly.

I have always been curious about everything. I google everything. I’ve learned alot about hearing and not hearing, hearing aids and coclear inplants. With knowledge, I know I have options and how I can help myself. Technology is wonderful but what if there are hiccoughs? What if…What if…There are so many what ifs in my mind now. They led me to think of learning asl, American sign language. Learning another language would be good for my brain, help fill the empty spaces and spark new neurons. It is actually very fun, good exercise for my fingers/hands and I get to make lots of expressions with my face. I learned of Bill Vicars through the deaf and hard of hearing group of Facebook. He has lots of videos on YouTube. They have no sound. What a surprise, eh?

I found this wonderful Ted talk about the enchanting music of sign language presented by Christene Sun Kim. It shows that life can be beautiful after deaf. She is an artist and has been profoundly deaf since birth.

Feeling Good

Posted on January 4, 2026 by hafong

I’m inching my way out of my sad sack self. I can only handle so much gloom and doom and feeling sorry for myself. Enough is enough. It’s time to climb out of my hole and step into the sun even if it is a cloudy day. Here’s my course of action into feeling good again.

Flood my Instagram feed with Asian cooking posts.
Bypass all those posts about mothers passing and people with strange and horrible physical conditions and diseases. It doesn’t make me feel better knowing there are those who are worse off than me. They might have been inspirational at first but now they are dragging me down. I’m getting an impression that the world is not a safe place.
Stop feeling I have to listen and help everybody with their woes.
Making notes of things that make me feel good.

What felt good yesterday:

Watching the movie Good Morning Saigon. I can’t believe that it was made 40 years ago and that the Vietnam War was 60 years ago. I can’t believe how talented Robin Williams was. Though it was a movie about a war, Robin Williams gave me the good feeling.
Coffee with my father. Though he is 94 years old, he is still trying and growing. He is alwlays willing to go out every day with me.
Making a buttonhole on my Bernina 790 sewing machine. It’s the first time using the 3A buttonhole foot. It’s a very good exercise for my brain learning all the ins and outs of my machine.

That’s it for this 4th day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. It felt good to write this post and that I didn’t have to struggle with it.

Making Sense of the World

Posted on January 3, 2026 by hafong

It’s the third day of the new year. Too early to get stuck and give up. It’s too early to sink into negativity though there are so many reasons to. A New Year’s Eve celebration at a Swiss ski resort turned into a firey disaster with 40 dead and over 100 injured. Untimely deaths due to overstretched healthcare. Then this morning’s news of Venezuela’s president being captured by the U.S. Is this legal? Obviously it is possible since it’s already happened. The world is too much for me.

Closer to home, my father’s younger brother died suddenly before Christmas. I seem to be losing relatives at an alarming speed. We only learned of his passing because his youngest brother, my other uncle decided to phone him. His wife answered and just said he passed with no further information. It is distressing to get such a phone call when I was just sitting down to coffee with my father at the mall. I had to play detective to find out if this was indeed true. We have not heard much from my father’s brother or his family. My mother was the one who tried to keep in touch with them. But she’s been gone for a year. To make a long story short, it is true.

It is sad that though we are family, we are strangers. They live just 2 hours down that lonesome highway. They have a daughter living here in the city. If I had ever ran into her, I wouldn’t know. I did get 2 of their children’s phone numbers from my aunt. I texted 2 of them. The daughter here did not respond. The eldest son responded right away. He seemed like a very nice person. I feel I have at least gained one family member. I told the son that we will not be going to the funeral. My father is 94 and my mother had passed last October. We’ve had a difficult year. It is winter. the roads and weather are unpredictable.

It has been indeed a hard year. We’ve all weathered it well. But we are tired. This winter is a bit strange. I’m relieved the holiday season is over. It did not at all felt like Christmas or New Year. I’ve made no resolutions or set goals. In the last Ultimate Blog Challenge I wrote about a goal of losing weight. Guess what? I haven’t and I’ve gained a few pounds instead. And I’ve already not showed up for the 2nd day of this challenge. I’m not looking at it as failure. I’m not looking at it as anything. If I was to have a goal, it would be not to marinate myself in negativity. You know what they say about the law of attraction and algorithms.

A New Everything

Posted on January 1, 2026 by hafong

January 1, 2026. A new day, a new year. It’s the first day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. The challenge comes 4 times a year. I’m not a new comer. I’ve been participating in them for a number of years. The challenge ask us to or try to write a post a day for the month, publish it on our own websites, then share it on the UBC page. There are a few rules. We’re to read the 2 posts above our own and comment on them. It’s a good rule, exposing us to different interests/viewpoints and helps to build community. I like it ,too, that no promoting of products are allowed.

I enjoy being in a challenge. I enjoy writing. It’s how I inhale and exhale, and releasing stress. Otherwise, obnoxious thoughts go round and round in my head like a frog in a blender. It would be very messy and hurtful. This challenge sets up a routine. I come here every day, tap out a post and share. Somehow it gives me an extra incentive to show up and write. There is an audience (I hope so,anyways). I have no set plan. I just show up and hope for the best. Mostly I just mutter and stutter about the mundaneness of everyday life. I do try not to be too gloomy.

I hope you will come along and cheer me on.

On Idleness and Nothingness

Posted on December 29, 2025 by hafong

I am seldom idle with nothing to do even though I feel as if I’m languishing my life away. All our technology today does not allow me a moment of nothingness. But ask me what I have accomplish in any given moment. I cannot tell you. I feel as if my attention has been kidnapped. I am held captive, pushing buttons on the phone, tapping the keyboard search of news, stories, blah, blah, blah. All the things that matters squat. I know that. Yet it is hard to stop.

It has been especially bad this past year. Having lost my mother, it is natural that I am interested in other people’s similar situations. Pretty soon there’s alot of posts in my feed from people losing their mothers. Grieving and suffering, I am naturally drawn to stories and articles on that and how people overcome their issues. So by now I have been saturated with so many stories of loss and suffering. I didn’t know there was so many weird and awful diseases, congenital defects, accidents. How is it possible to live? It is no wonder I am not a happy camper.

I remember a time when I did not have a computer or an iPhone. Now I am an owner of an iMac, iPhone, iPad and a macbook. How many macs do I really need? Back in the days, I did no googling in search of things of no importance. I ate my breakfast leisurely, listening to CBC radio. CBC was news worthy and had interesting and educational programs. The library held many books to answer my questions on gardening, cooking, sewing, the arts. It was adequate. My brain was not flooded and short circuited by a million and one trivialities like it is today.

Recovering my brain and life is what I hope for this coming year. I hear that improvements in our lives do not happen on their own. Drat! It means I have to do the work. So where to start? What pops up in my mind is mindfulness, going back to morning idleness and nothingness. It is the thing that have saved me over and over again. It should be easy to do nothing again, right?

Moving Forward

Posted on December 28, 2025 by hafong

I do believe that cleanliness is next to holiness. Having finally pushed myself out of my quagmire, the upstairs floors are vacuumed. The kitchen and bathroom floors washed. I feel ever so much better. It’s pretty bad when I keep skirting around a dead bug belly up and legs curled on the floor for many a day. I wonder why it is hard to perform some jobs sometimes. I will never know the answer. It’s part of being human so it is best that I just move onward and forward.

One part of the top floor I haven’t tended to is the sunroom, my so called sancturary. I should really give it more respect. The floor is not vacuumed or washed. It is sticky where I had spilled my morning tea. I hadn’t bothered to wipe it, thinking it small. I think I was wrong. At least I’ve washed my little lap quilt before the tea stains take hold. Life is hard and I am not the Wonder Woman I want to be. I’m chugging along as best as I can. My golden lasso is a bit tarnished.

The days are slowly getting longer though the mornings are still ever so dark. The sun did not rise till 9:16 am. It’s no wonder I couldn’t get out of bed till close to 8. It is out in full golden glory at this moment. It lights me up. I put the sadness and heaviness back on the shelf. There’s no place for them now.

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