Goodbye Grandma.
Thank you for the years you spent with us.
Thank you for the stories you shared.
Thank you for your sound, parted advice.
Thank you for the love and care you showed.
Thank you for everything that you showed you cared.
Thank you, too, for all the idiosyncrasies you ever showed.
Now as we see you lying, peacefully in this ornate wooden box, we think back on the times that you spent with us. They weren't always happy times and no doubt many unwelcome events did happen, but you were first and foremost our elder, our grandmother, and for that we respect you forever.
Goodbye Grandma.
We remember you forever.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
A Day To Remember
It's probably too late to be regretting what I should or should not have done. The inevitable's coming, be in no doubt about that. It's just a matter of time. Days, rather.
Her right lung has already filled with fluid and her left is barely functioning - just down to one-fifth of its total capacity. My grandmother is one strong lady but even Mother Nature has her way at times and this unfortunately is one of them. She is completely dependent on oxygen because the doctors tried to take her off it for 2 hours today and it went downhill from there, so they put her back on.
She can't eat because she's already so weak and can barely breathe. Just 4 mouthfuls is enough to make her exhausted. Sleeping is the only way the body knows how to conserve what little precious remaining power there is and that's exactly what it did. To that effect it has slurred her speech and has made her totally unable to finish more than 6 sentences before running out of puff at the 7th.
I guess after 90 years, your body simply does not want to work any more. It's seen its fair share of abuse and care over the years but no matter what you do, us being humans, it all comes to an end one day. It's never in our psyche to believe that we can fall one day and never get back up again but this is exactly what's happening to my grandma now, right in front of my very eyes.
Whichever holy being is up there, I strongly urge you to send your messenger down and deliver the final rites. It would mean so much to us. Please.
Her right lung has already filled with fluid and her left is barely functioning - just down to one-fifth of its total capacity. My grandmother is one strong lady but even Mother Nature has her way at times and this unfortunately is one of them. She is completely dependent on oxygen because the doctors tried to take her off it for 2 hours today and it went downhill from there, so they put her back on.
She can't eat because she's already so weak and can barely breathe. Just 4 mouthfuls is enough to make her exhausted. Sleeping is the only way the body knows how to conserve what little precious remaining power there is and that's exactly what it did. To that effect it has slurred her speech and has made her totally unable to finish more than 6 sentences before running out of puff at the 7th.
I guess after 90 years, your body simply does not want to work any more. It's seen its fair share of abuse and care over the years but no matter what you do, us being humans, it all comes to an end one day. It's never in our psyche to believe that we can fall one day and never get back up again but this is exactly what's happening to my grandma now, right in front of my very eyes.
Whichever holy being is up there, I strongly urge you to send your messenger down and deliver the final rites. It would mean so much to us. Please.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
My friend who was
I am fed up. Utterly, completely fed up. I felt have pain in this friendship for too long and it's time I did something about it.
I'm not going to care any more. I cannot waste my time on someone who does not understand that I do.
You have ceased to affect me now.
I'm not going to care any more. I cannot waste my time on someone who does not understand that I do.
You have ceased to affect me now.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
A letter to the Man Above
Dear To-All-Entities-Considered-Holy,
I'll keep this short, because you guys probably get stuff like this a million times a day. How you keep track I have no idea because even with all the organizers in the world, I couldn't either.
My grandmother does not have long left. We all know this - and you guys should too. With what remaining time she has left among the human race, please grant her all the happiness you could possibly give to anyone, ever. Absolve her of her transgressions, violations and shortfalls so that when she finally does go, it'll be a moment of realisation to those that surround her. For we know that if you guys do that, she'll be in a place that is free of all Earthly sins and pain and that she'll be happy ever after, for eternity.
Thanks fellas. Hope to hear from whoever does your emails up there.
I'll keep this short, because you guys probably get stuff like this a million times a day. How you keep track I have no idea because even with all the organizers in the world, I couldn't either.
My grandmother does not have long left. We all know this - and you guys should too. With what remaining time she has left among the human race, please grant her all the happiness you could possibly give to anyone, ever. Absolve her of her transgressions, violations and shortfalls so that when she finally does go, it'll be a moment of realisation to those that surround her. For we know that if you guys do that, she'll be in a place that is free of all Earthly sins and pain and that she'll be happy ever after, for eternity.
Thanks fellas. Hope to hear from whoever does your emails up there.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
I love the whole world
I shall not beat about the bush on this. Because it concerns how I feel about something and ultimately, something which is close to my heart.
I cannot maintain my composure on this situation because it would be tantamount to lying to the feelings which run deep.
For such a long time I have given chance after chance but somehow nothing ever seemed to materialise. I am not one to grasp a modicum of a chance to end it and I never will. But as all humans go we are, after all, created with emotions and feelings which infinitesimally influence our actions and temperament. And I declare that as of today, I shall be giving no quarter any more. That is my final decision and try as you might shaken I shall be not.
How do I look like to you? Am I a person of comparatively lesser importance then any others? Or are you simply an individual with such morals that each time you encounter something like that, you demonstrate an entire lack of compassion and simply turn the other way. To put it very simply, it makes me feel like shit. Time and again it has been in me to forgive you, to think that all this was merely a veneer of your true self, that what you had underneath was a greener, more mercifully tender side. I guess it's a little bit different now. It makes me think myself a fool to have unconditionally given you chances all these years.
You have been compassionate - concerned, even - these years and those were times which I enjoyed most. We have enjoyed many pleasant times together and it was then which I believed that we'd be pals forever. But why did you turn around so fast and leave me addled? Why this change that too changed me? Why can't you see what you're doing to me?
Friends, they say, last forever. Friends stand up for you when you're in the deepest muck ever imaginable. Friends share your tears, your smiles, your frowns, your sarcasm, your idiosyncrasies, your sadness, your love, joy and laughter. If it ever came to it I'd unhesitatingly lay down my life for my best friends because I know they'd do it for me too.
I wonder if you ever feel this way about me.
P.S. Thanks to the two guys (you know who you are) who talked me through this. You guys come second to none. As always.
I cannot maintain my composure on this situation because it would be tantamount to lying to the feelings which run deep.
For such a long time I have given chance after chance but somehow nothing ever seemed to materialise. I am not one to grasp a modicum of a chance to end it and I never will. But as all humans go we are, after all, created with emotions and feelings which infinitesimally influence our actions and temperament. And I declare that as of today, I shall be giving no quarter any more. That is my final decision and try as you might shaken I shall be not.
How do I look like to you? Am I a person of comparatively lesser importance then any others? Or are you simply an individual with such morals that each time you encounter something like that, you demonstrate an entire lack of compassion and simply turn the other way. To put it very simply, it makes me feel like shit. Time and again it has been in me to forgive you, to think that all this was merely a veneer of your true self, that what you had underneath was a greener, more mercifully tender side. I guess it's a little bit different now. It makes me think myself a fool to have unconditionally given you chances all these years.
You have been compassionate - concerned, even - these years and those were times which I enjoyed most. We have enjoyed many pleasant times together and it was then which I believed that we'd be pals forever. But why did you turn around so fast and leave me addled? Why this change that too changed me? Why can't you see what you're doing to me?
Friends, they say, last forever. Friends stand up for you when you're in the deepest muck ever imaginable. Friends share your tears, your smiles, your frowns, your sarcasm, your idiosyncrasies, your sadness, your love, joy and laughter. If it ever came to it I'd unhesitatingly lay down my life for my best friends because I know they'd do it for me too.
I wonder if you ever feel this way about me.
P.S. Thanks to the two guys (you know who you are) who talked me through this. You guys come second to none. As always.
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Do watch this video. It's so lovely and uplifting. It almost brought tears to my eyes, it did. It's Discovery Channel's new mashup and it's the best I've seen in my life.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Random
Do you know how many books can keep you alive for a few months? Well a million, if you consider Homer's The Iliad, which I've just bought along with a few thousand others. I mean you'd buy Clarkson's books if he was an author you liked too. Just like people like James Patterson or Tom Clancy or whomever suits your fancy this week, I like Jeremy Clarkson. No coincidence there that he's the main presenter for Top Gear. Extremely witty and quick thinking, he's the backbone of the program, the backing of things. His metaphors are the stuff of legend and his similes are simply, utterly brilliant. No other word for it.
I wanna be Clarkson. No. I want his job.
I wanna be Clarkson. No. I want his job.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper
Peter Piper did no such damn thing. He was on dope.
Anyway, how has life been. I know how mine has been because it basically is stuffed full with so much nonsense and rubbish that it makes a garbage truck look like a Fiat 500. In pink.
But like every Fiat 500, there are good and bad points to it. Chiefly the good points, because it's such a darn good drive every time you hop in. And one of the good points I will mention is about my friend, A.
A is a friend of mine ever since I started school and we've enjoyed a cordial friendship over the past 2 years. But recently we've started to talk more and be more genial and for lack of a better word, be friendlier to each other. We've had our share of bickering and misunderstanding between each other. So it's surprising that despite our rather strong personalities, we've survived. And I can tell you that A is one of the friends whom I can sincerely call close and immediate. A true friend in every sense of the word and I can safely bet that not many people can lay claim to be that. In my eye A is one of truly unique people whom I'm more than fortunate to be acquainted with. Let there be more of this.
Enough of the soppy commentary. Did anyone see the British Grand Prix? I tell you, lap 4 of the race was the most exciting chiefly because Britain overtook Finland and Hamilton shot to the front of the pack in one decisive pass past teammate Kovalainen. Not to mention the 6 utterly spectacular spins Massa performed for the cameras every 5 laps. I don't blame the poor Brazilian. The track was sopping wet no thanks to the atrocious weather at Silverstone. And something was wrong with his car's setup too. He only needed to touch the throttle a wee bit more coming out of the corners to make his car spin. Terribly odd. I'm sure everyone else was doing that but only he was the one doing a Swan Lake.
Let's have more of that too.
Anyway, how has life been. I know how mine has been because it basically is stuffed full with so much nonsense and rubbish that it makes a garbage truck look like a Fiat 500. In pink.
But like every Fiat 500, there are good and bad points to it. Chiefly the good points, because it's such a darn good drive every time you hop in. And one of the good points I will mention is about my friend, A.
A is a friend of mine ever since I started school and we've enjoyed a cordial friendship over the past 2 years. But recently we've started to talk more and be more genial and for lack of a better word, be friendlier to each other. We've had our share of bickering and misunderstanding between each other. So it's surprising that despite our rather strong personalities, we've survived. And I can tell you that A is one of the friends whom I can sincerely call close and immediate. A true friend in every sense of the word and I can safely bet that not many people can lay claim to be that. In my eye A is one of truly unique people whom I'm more than fortunate to be acquainted with. Let there be more of this.
Enough of the soppy commentary. Did anyone see the British Grand Prix? I tell you, lap 4 of the race was the most exciting chiefly because Britain overtook Finland and Hamilton shot to the front of the pack in one decisive pass past teammate Kovalainen. Not to mention the 6 utterly spectacular spins Massa performed for the cameras every 5 laps. I don't blame the poor Brazilian. The track was sopping wet no thanks to the atrocious weather at Silverstone. And something was wrong with his car's setup too. He only needed to touch the throttle a wee bit more coming out of the corners to make his car spin. Terribly odd. I'm sure everyone else was doing that but only he was the one doing a Swan Lake.
Let's have more of that too.
Friday, July 04, 2008
Happy 4th of July and chicken rice
Bah I've been so lazy to blog these few days. Must be the horrid weather I think. Everytime I go out, I feel like I'm breathing through a sponge and that a small weather system must have formed inside my clothes. It's beastly. Honestly I think it would be cooler inside a blast furnace at full power. With me inside an anorak. With double insulation.
It's 4th of July! Happy Independence Day USA! Sadly our single day of rejoice for our beloved country is a couple of months away. And I maintain that that is probably the only day I feel proud of Singapore, the rest of them being spent on bitchings and grumblings about high COE prices, endless fare hikes and that expensive chicken rice which used to be $2 a plate. Enough is enough, I say. It's time we petitioned the Government and make them give us cheap chicken rice. This preposterous increment in food prices cannot be tolerated.
Bah I'm just rambling here cos I dunno what else to say. Plenty of things that I could talk about, naturally but I can't be bothered to announce them to the world because 1. no one could be bothered and 2. the $2 plate of chicken rice will still be $3.50.
God Save US.
It's 4th of July! Happy Independence Day USA! Sadly our single day of rejoice for our beloved country is a couple of months away. And I maintain that that is probably the only day I feel proud of Singapore, the rest of them being spent on bitchings and grumblings about high COE prices, endless fare hikes and that expensive chicken rice which used to be $2 a plate. Enough is enough, I say. It's time we petitioned the Government and make them give us cheap chicken rice. This preposterous increment in food prices cannot be tolerated.
Bah I'm just rambling here cos I dunno what else to say. Plenty of things that I could talk about, naturally but I can't be bothered to announce them to the world because 1. no one could be bothered and 2. the $2 plate of chicken rice will still be $3.50.
God Save US.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Who the fuck are Ferrari
Glory, glory, McLaren,
Glory, glory, McLaren,
Glory, glory, McLaren,
As the Macs go marching on, on, on.
Glory, glory, McLaren,
Glory, glory, McLaren,
As the Macs go marching on, on, on.
Just like Alain Prost in days gone by
We'll keep the Silver flags flying high
You've got to see yourself from far and wide
You've got to hear the V-8s roar with pride
We'll keep the Silver flags flying high
You've got to see yourself from far and wide
You've got to hear the V-8s roar with pride
We're the boys in Silver and we're on our way to Silverstone
Silverstone! Silverstone!
We're the famous McLaren and we're going to Silverstone
Silverstone! Silverstone!
We're the famous McLaren and we're going to Silverstone
There you go, Ferrari. How about some silverware for the finish, eh? Let's hope Lew gets his act together this weekend and we see a great spectacle of proper motor racing at its best. It's your homeground Lew, so stop thinking about the next girl you're going to bed and focus on winning the damn race.
Don't forget the offer Ron made you if you won that 08 and 09 season.
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