Life is like a story and we are the writers of these stories in life. At the end of one's life, what kind of story would we have written? What would the content be like? Let me begin writing my own story, sharing bits and pieces of my life...
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Diversity
Friday, May 29, 2009
May babies
Name of baby: Mark
Birth date: 9 May
Characteristics: Baby of a few words (verbal, not written), cares a lot for his friends, thoughtful, humble, creative
When we first met: It was about seven years ago at a karaoke. The interesting thing is that the second time we met was in the airport, we went on a holiday trip to Canada together with a common friend. He has been a great travel companion for a few subsequent trips after that.
Name of baby: Laurene aka Snoop
Birth date: 17 May
Characteristics: A sweet baby, a great friend to have, meticulous, sensitive
When we first met: We were in our early twenties when we first met and that was when she was busy sighing away at her work station. Those sighs sparked off a conversation and then it has brought about a great friendship.
Birth date: 26 May
Characteristics: Helpful baby (only to close friends, hee!), frank, understanding, comical in her own ways, good memory (still can’t believe how she remembers all the dates and phone numbers)
When we first met: It was probably about eighteen years ago that we met as classmates in college. She is a close friend whom I have shared so much with, ha, probably my little secrets all these years too. I know we will grow old together.
My dear babies, I am really happy to be able to celebrate your special day with you this year. The memories that we have shared over the years will always be kept close to my heart, thank you for playing a part in making my life a beautiful one : )
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Sleeping beauty
Gift #14 from my angel
JAWS!!
Guiyu dearie, thank u for the wonderful dinner! Hope that you have had a great birthday :)
Sunday, May 24, 2009
The journey...
“To be nobody but yourself – in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.” ~ E. E. Cummings
I'm sorry...Bobo
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Lazy Saturday
Late lunch…craving for the kimchi I bought at Takashimaya while out with Guiyu and Charlotte the day before. Decided to cook instant noodles and have it with lotsa kimchi on top despite the frown on Mummy’s face. It was delicious! Maybe it’s the kimchi that I find the noodles delicious…kimchi was crunchy and spicy with just the right amount of vinegar to make it tasty. Was thinking, it’s coz of the sambal chilli that I eat nasi lemak, it’s coz of the chilli that I eat fried Hokkien prawn noodles, it’s coz of the sauce/gravy that I eat crabs, it’s coz of the chilli padi that I eat fish soup noodles. Heh, life wouldn’t be interesting without these different kinds of flavours. They are never the main characters or probably not the centre of attention but they play important roles and they do matter a lot, well, at least to me. Goodness, my tummy was real hot after all the soup and kimchi!
Little Monster
Monday, May 18, 2009
Gift #13 from my angel...and what's great about 18 May 2009
Fishy weekend
Dinner at Waraku...Gals' nite out and to celebrate Rene's birthday in advance. Sashimi is a must!
Pooh slipper
Letting go...
Letting go
To let go doesn't mean to stop caring;It means I can't do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off...It's the realization that I can't control another...
To let go is not to enable,but to allow learning from natural consequences.
To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try and change or blame another, I can only change myself.
To let go is not to care for, but to care about.
To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.
To let go is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes, but to allow others to affect their own outcomes.
To let go is not to be protective, it is to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny, but to accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold, or argue, but to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day as it comes and cherish the moment.
To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone, but to try to become what I dream I can be.
To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.
To let go is to fear less and love more.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
A good breakfast
Got an egg tart from Mark in the morning, but it was until in the late afternoon that I really got to sit down and savour it. Heated it up in the oven, woo..oo, filling melted in my mouth and crust has got the right crisp and texture. I am not really a tarty person but thought that was kinda delicious. Thank you Mark for always sharing nice food with me :) Goodness, I feel like I am a glutton at times :P
Gift #12 from my angel
“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realise they were the big things.” ~ Robert Brault
Monday, May 11, 2009
Chef Boon
Bro, thanks for your text about my blog entry…for sharing what I feel about Mummy. XF, Mummy said that brand of bee hoon we used just now is good and she thought you could bring some back to Switzerland when you are back in June. Ha, I told her you probably have not cooked that tub of noodles you brought over. I bet that bottle of XO sauce is not opened yet too if it’s not lost in the shipment :P…Mummy misses both of you, miss ya both too…
The crack
Essence of my life
She is the greatest...
As I am typing this, tears were streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks, gosh, I can such a crybaby :P Well, but all these words really came from the bottom of my heart. No gifts in this world can ever repay the love and care my mummy has given us all her life. She has really shown us what unconditional love really is…Thank you, Mummy. I know these two words “thank you” will never ever be enough to thank you for what you have done…Love you always…
Friday, May 8, 2009
Gift #11 from my angel
I saw a cat at the coffeeshop near my workplace. Some must be wondering what’s so great about seeing a stray cat at a coffeeshop. Well, I rarely see a cat at that coffeeshop and I don’t know, it just spontaneously brought a smile on my face! Me being me, I stopped and tried to go near it. It was dirty but beneath those dirt, I know there’s a beautiful coat of fur. It has a pretty nice nose and when I looked into those eyes, they were lovely…Glad I stopped…But when I went back the next day, there was no cat…
Monday, May 4, 2009
Fumes
The same route...
The same kinda fumes...
The same kinda scenes...
The same kinda people...
The same kinda attitude...
The same kinda moods...
The same kinda feelings...
Friday, May 1, 2009
Labouring sickness
I had high fever, 39.1 degree celsius, I was feeling really terrible when I got home from the doctor. I knew I had to lie down. I took my medication, had a shower and went straight to bed. It was not a restful sleep. My head felt terrible, there seemed to be a huge fire burning all over inside my body but yet I was feeling cold, had my blanket over my body. The smell of my blanket did not bring much comfort at all. The music that I was playing did not help much too. Frankly speaking, I really wanted to cry…My mummy woke me up in the evening to have a bit of porridge but I could not remember what I was uttering to her, was also too weak to get out of bed, could not feel my limbs at all. They were like wobbling jelly. My mummy somewhat coaxed me out of bed coz she said that I needed food so that I could take my medication. Sat at the dining table and took a few spoonfuls of porridge and felt that I needed to lie down again. Frankly speaking, I have not slept so much in my life. I spent the whole of today sleeping too. My life today centres round my bed and the dining table for a little bit of food. It was great to have green bean soup this afternoon cooked by my mummy. She said that it would help to remove that great amount of heatiness in my body. Ha, despite my sickness, she would still continue sharing with me about her tour mates, the places she had visited, things she bought while she was on her trip. Thank goodness, my fever has gone down. But still feeling kinda groggy, I think I better quarantine myself this long weekend :( need to go sleep again soon lest being nagged by Mummy for sleeping late again…What a ‘labourious’ Labour Day!