> Shrouded in darkness;

~~Tuesday, March 27, 2007~~

3/27/2007 05:38:00 PM

Cheesecakes = ‘cheesy’ + ‘scrumptious’

Work = ‘sick’ + ‘money’

School = ‘awful’ + ‘amazing’

Dad = ‘noise’ + ‘headache’

Singapore= ‘pirates on a sunny island’ + ‘kiasu’

New Water = ‘local’s pride’ + ‘what’s-the-big-deal?’

Shopping = ‘relaxation’ + ‘a big hole in the pocket’

Ajisen’s Ton Toro = ‘Oishii’ + ‘Fatty’

Sis = ‘noise’ + ‘laughter’

Cousin Derrick = ‘flat-toned’ + ‘Suan-suan’

Boss = ‘more-than-what-is-required’ + ‘urgent-urgent-everything-is-URGENT’ = overly ambitious

a class of primary ones = ‘clatter’ + ‘zoo’

GST = ‘!@#$%^’ + ‘the reason why you spend more’

9 to 6pm weekdays = ‘I’m stuck’ + ‘my butt is burning’

cubicle = ‘toliet seats’ + ‘files, computer, papers’

Grandpa = ‘Bacardi’ + ‘the reason why you found two soda biscuits floating on Uncle’s aquarium’

Me = ‘in the office’ + ‘can’t wait to get out’

... seen through it and moved on.

~~Monday, March 26, 2007~~

3/26/2007 11:54:00 AM

No, Emilyn, No...

You are not going to race with the rest. This is not a competition with other people, so their getting would not affect yours. This is all about yourself - you and only you alone - and nobody else.

Your competitor is yourself and the one you are going to triumph over is yourself.

Just you, and no other else.

... seen through it and moved on.

~~Wednesday, March 21, 2007~~

3/21/2007 10:41:00 AM

The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT) are back! Bad guys, BEWARE!!!

My childhood heroes have finally made their return!

There’ve never been better heroes than these turtles.

Speaking of that, it reminds of Noreen’s adventure when she was a kid. She once told us that in belief of TMNT’s existence, she and her cousins made a trip down to the monsoon drain to look for them, only ending up getting tangled by spider webs and dusts.

Kids are so naïve, and amusing.

... seen through it and moved on.

~~Friday, March 16, 2007~~

3/16/2007 10:27:00 AM

Some of life’s hurts are so deep and painful that to forgive the people who caused them seems impossible.

I could never forgive the doctors who failed to save him when they could if they gave their best.

I could never forgive how harvesting his organs seemed to be their priority over saving his life.

I could not forgive how the police cheated us into a room, claiming that the doctors wish to speak to us and the next moment having us locked inside, the staff forcefully wheeled him into the operation room, as fast as lighting to harvest his organs. Makes no difference from robbery.

I would always remember that callous look on the social worker’s face when my grandma and my aunts knelt down in front of her, pleading for that one more day.

I could never comprehend how a healthy person like my uncle would collapse all of a sudden and the next moment, he was gone, forever.

I could not understand why they said my uncle was beyond hope for recovery when they could so successfully made several medical miracles, and when Singapore always prides about how advanced our medical technology is. Was it because of his organs they are targeting at?

As badly as I want to, I could not forget the policemen who treated us like third-class citizens when all we wanted to do was to protect a family member.

‘The reason why Singapore sleeps well at night.’ – When I saw this banner outside the police station, I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry. After all, my respect for civil servants appears to have gone down the drain after that fateful episode.

It’s been about two months since it happened. And yet, we could not forget, especially granny, who never expected that her son would go before her.

So tell me Jesus, how do we forgive, as much as we wanted to? Show us the way out. Guide us through. I don’t want to be tied down to this unforgiving spirit. I don’t want to live in angst and distress over what has happened.

http://www.reuters.com/article/healthNews/idUSSIN17324120070228?pageNumber=1

... seen through it and moved on.