Friday, February 29, 2008


Well, well, well..
It's been almost a month since I've updated me blog! Can you believe it? I have plenty to borak about but sigh, just too little time. I even missed a Chinese New Year Post, non-existent Valentine's post and yeah, a whole-lotta other posts.
Having been able to snatch some precious time to do this, I'd just like to share with you what I've been up to these days..especially on weekends when I don't come home.

Anyway, I just wanted to spread the word around and if you'd like to contribute, or join us(of which you are most welcome to do so) then come on board!

So yeah, here it is!

Young Visionaries Initiative '07/'08

Love you guys,

Saturday, February 02, 2008

The night I chose the fluttering angel

Part 1 :

C : "Eh? Where's sim mei lar?"

Roomie : "Oh, She decided to go to the Buddhist Society's Hymns Concert instead"

C : "She blew off clubbing with us over that?"


How 'Lil' Miss Goody-two-shoes' more can I get?


For the record, I decided to go to the concert as a show of support for this friend of mine who's in the commitee. I've already given my word, and I was shoved responsibilities at the last minute; so yeah, the angel on my left shoulder won and the devil poofed away.

Angel : 1 , Devil : 0.


Part II :

Bought ALL my new year clothing in ONE day! Haha.

And all in a couple of hours.

Not bad, not bad at all.


Part III :

Blardy hell. New year holidays is non-existent. I have 4 freaking tests awaiting me when University reopens.

Not to mention tons of assignments and work to do.

Gimme a gun, I'm gonna go shoot some people.


Part IV :

I think I liked myself better when I listen more than I speak.

Stop trying to be someone you're not.

Stop trying to be funny.

You find yourself wanting to kick yourself in the ass often enough.


Part V :

You're putting on weight. Don't deny any longer. Go find more ice-cream to eat.


Part VI :

Jogoya Jogoya Hey!

Jogoya Jogoya Ho!

Jogoya Jogoya Dei!

Jogoya Jogoya Let's Go!


Friday, February 01, 2008

And the music played on..

The sky was downcast; the wind was blowing through our hair, chilling our bones , our hearts, our souls.
Droplets of rain fell onto our skins, dripping off onto the tarred ground.
The horn blared, the organ played, the drums drummed.
The funeral procession started.

My uncle passed away on Monday at the age of 83 and today was the funeral.
He lived long, he lived hard and the idea of him passing must have played in our minds but when the news came, it was still a shock; a little hard to digest.

It was hard, seeing the house that my family and I go to every single week, sometimes every other day even, being converted into a place of mourning. Hard to believe that the man will no longer be there, the man whose presence I took for granted.
It was even harder seeing my aunt, being the strong woman that she is, looking so vulnerable; her love for him so palpable, so solid.
Things will never be the same.

And yet, with loss, grief and tears, there can still be strength. Life is displayed by the energetic young grandchildren running with cunning in their eyes while monks chant in the background. Humour is in the muffled laughter and smiles when something funny crops up.
Continuance is in the din heard when the clan come together.
Life goes on indeed, when the mourning is over and respect is accorded.
Life goes on indeed when the same aunt, presses those present to "Eat some more!"
Life goes on indeed when everyone gathers around the food table, stuffing themselves silly and talking about anything at all.
And to some extent, we all know that to be true.
That life indeed will go on.

Life gained, life lost; life lived, life passed.

Make it one helluva ride.

Rest in peace, dear uncle.

Sometimes memories, like a mischievous child, play tricks on the mind, and that which seems real might not have occured at all.
But sometimes it seems too real to ignore.
And wounds may cut deep and the mind chooses to delete and is unsure,
and yet it haunts, and questions remain unanswered.
But the journey continues, and forgiveness is due.
For the sake of me, and for you.
The past is that, the past;
And I'll remember to forget,
To not look back and wonder
But to let it go, to set it free
For it is what it is,
and I am what I am;
No one's at fault.

No one's to blame.

That will set us free.