The smell of incense

I woke up today in the morning to the smell of incense, not exactly a wonderful smell to wake up to, but it brought back of memories in Japan. It brought memories of the cold chilly nights, I spent huddled up underneath the close confines of the comforter for warmth, the memories of me and my family running around between the train stations of Tokyo, of me taking a photo perched on the steps of the temple in Asakusa so as that I'll be able to still marvel at the beauty of the contrasting values in modernisation and culture in the heart of Tokyo.



Arriving at work to the sounds of fighter jetplanes in the sky

Arrived at work, to hear and look up into the sky, to watch fighter jetplanes forming a formation. Feeling happy, as it brought back the memory of me at the age of 10 and my dad in his handsome younger years, during one of our countless quiet moments together, during a trek in some obscure part of the world. Where the silence was broken by the sounds of fighter jetplanes, to which he held me tight fearing that I would be scared and was amazed by the look of awe I had instead. It was during this I felt closest to my dad, as he told me that when he was younger, he had always dreamt to fly a fighter jetplane, to which I just answered " But you're superdad, you don't need to fly, coz you're my superdad".

Going through my emails to find emails from people who at one time important to me

Finding old undeleted emails from old classmates, uni mates, old boyfriends. To find myself smilling over the events or occurence that happened then. To wish that it hasn't change so much over the years, but am also glad that it had, as it has made me the person I am. To pore through emails that brought back the pain of losing a person so dear to me to god. Am I vengeful? No. God has given me so much by letting me have that person in my life once upon a time. If I were given a choice to not go through the pain of losing him by not knowing him, would I take it? Again I would say no. I cherished every moment we had, I hold the memories dear to my heart. I have learnt on how to cope with death and move on, by appreaciating the moments of happiness we had, from the time he uttered the words " My mummy said good girls shouldn't cry " in kindergarten, to his dying words " I'm sorry dear ", ages ago. May he rest in peace.

Having wantan mee for lunch

Wantan mee, uhmm yummy, brought back memories of the first time I had wantan mee with a person whom I loved dearly, on how he was so adamant that I should try out the char siew it came with. It also brought back the memories of me skipping work to spend time with him in Ikea, to roam about, to plan on how to furnish his place, and running away into one of our favourite bedrooms and stubbing my toe, from the angry baie that saw him saying benggali chup loudly while pinching my forearm to further emphasise the game. Memories of being needed when he was sick and hospitalised, of caring for him, of cooking the most horrible porridge I can ( I don't know how to cook porridge ) for him and he still ate it. Memories of him sticking up to me during my times of need, of making me laugh ever now so often, of making me feel secure and loved in his arms. The most important fact of all, the feeling of falling in love with a person so deeply, and the hurt that accompanied soon after, would I do it all over again? Of course, without a doubt with no regrets.

To find pictures in my pc

To find new friends amongst people, and to grow close to them too. To find it comforting that you can grow so close to people whom previously wasn't known to you at all.



To find that all your old friends still enjoys a good round of gambling during Chinese New Year, where us being the childish us still play around with only 20 cents till 5 Ringgit max. To still visit the old haunts back in Teluk Intan, and still have fun. Ahh nothing like a game of mahjong ( though I can't play for nuts ) and drinks, in the hot weather under the cooling shade of bamboo trees. Priceless.



Conclusion

Conclusion of all of this musings, nothing really, well actually no. I woke up to realise that my life has been colorful up till this day, and I am thankful that I get to experience life everyday, be it bad or good. So tonight, I'm going to go back home and laze around in the balcony, looking up into the sky, and do what I've always been doing whenever I appreaciate life or feel sad, look up to the stars and try to map out any constellations if there are any, and well if it's cloudy, there's always tomorrow to look forward to, isn't it?




I AM BACK

After a 2 month hiatus, after repeatedly being threatened by both Chern and Tim that they will remove my link, I've decided to blog today. Ok then, too many things has happened, some are bad and some are good, the pieces of the puzzle are being laid back together by me after a while of soul searching, and I have concluded that I am better off without having any permanent fixtures of a relationship, oh yes, I am free......*giggles gleefully. Or so I think, Oh well only time can tell whether do I really feel that way or am I just in denial again, oh shucks, the word "denial" again....you have just gotta love it. Either way, lets move on to other more happSpening, as Albert so love to call it, happenings in the past. What I'll be posting are just bits and pieces of everything, will try to post up more some other time.

SITI's Annual Dinner

I went to the Shell Information Technology International Annual Dinner last Saturday, it was alright, everybody was obviously decked out in their best, including the really downright ugly me.

Quentin, Me, and Timothy (Bloody ugly aren't I?)

The Question

Chern: Do guys like bigger butts because while doing the doggie, you guys have more of a slapping or fucking feeling?
FeiCiPet: The doggie was created so as that we guys can avoid looking at the face of the chick while fucking her if she was downright ugly.
Lizz and Tim laughs.

MAKNA

A Duck Race will be held as a fundraiser for MAKNA. Check out the link, MAKNA's Duck Race