Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. - Hebrews 11:1 ♥
Friday, 29 February 2008 9:08 pm
i went to k-box! finally after so long (since it started to exist). i am the slowest human being on earth arent i (besides my sister). anyway, k-boxing is a superb way to get high without involving any drugs. steph and yenmin are fantastic singers and they could give all those wannabe singers a run for their money. but alas, they are too modest. sigh.
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Wednesday, 27 February 2008 12:39 pm
Terri, Grace and i went out yesterday. grace drove her dad's Merce! sitting up front beside the driver who is actually your friend is one of the coolest and most surreal feelings ever. suddenly i developed a sense of admiration for people our age who can manouvre a four-wheeled vehicle on the roads with skill AND care. grace's driving is pretty steady though there were a few minor slips here and there but she was driving a bloody MERCE for heaven's sake and not a tiny mini-eeny-weeny car. Xiaojia (grace's adorably timid maltese-shihtzu mix) came along! and she loves chasing birds, apparently. worked the hell out of the 3 of us humans trying to catch up with her at east coast park. especially terri... who had her on the leash. but most of the time it seemed like it was the other way around. it's pretty funny. but terri is the most fit amongst us (and i'm the least, which leaves grace in the middle). here are the pics (mostly of xiaojia because i can't help it, she's really too lovable):
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Saturday, 23 February 2008 9:17 pm
"I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me shall live even when he dies."
John 11:25
my paternal grandmother passed away on 20 Feb, a Wednesday morning. she was 84. when my mom called me at 8.30am, she said, "Ah ma died." i was speechless for a few seconds. then i started to cry.
the nights of the funeral and church service were the longest nights i've experienced. we've never had a death of a direct or close relative happen to us before. the suddeness of it all was what we couldn't bear. my grandmother's death affected me more than i thought it would. she used to give me chinese tuition and i used to go over during the holidays. those were my primary school days. though we weren't that close, the sense of attachment is still there somehow. from what i heard my parents say, she complained of chest pains and breathing difficulties on wednesday morning, she went to rest in bed and never woke up again... for her it's a relief of sorts because she hadn't suffered, her departure was quick. but for the rest of us who didn't get a chance to even bid her goodbye properly, letting her go was just so, so difficult.
death is part of life, we all know that. while its existence is a permanent fixture, its nature is unpredictable and sudden... extremely and terrifyingly so.
the funeral lasted 2 nights at singapore casket... the first night was quite bad because i couldn't even bring myself to look at my grandma's photograph, much less her face. shaking the hands of relatives and strangers alike was one of the strangest feelings. there were firm handshakes, extremely hard ones (most were like this) and some were just a mere grasp of a few fingers. people tried to convey to so much in a single handshake- sympathy, condolences, assurance... shaking hands with relatives was ironically more awkward than with strangers. we let out a short laugh, an abrupt smile...not because we were particularly glad to see each other but simply because we don't know what else to do. on friday afternoon, we gathered for the last time around my grandma before the cremation. that was when the torrent of tears just came out of nowhere. not just for me but for everyone in the family too. i stared at her face for as long as i could, as hard as i could in case i forget how she looked when she's sleeping. i watched as my grandpa took a final look at his wife. i watched as he bent so close to the glass screen that his tears fell onto it. i watched as he tried so damn hard to see his loved one a final time even though his eyesight is failing him. i watched until i couldn't see anymore.
we walked for a short distance behind the van that carried her casket. it was like we were guiding her on her way back to heaven. the cremation at mandai was simple and...clean, for the lack of a better word. her caksket was carried by this automated machine for a distance before a door opened to a part where we couldn't see. the flames, undoubtedly. we watched her go from a room above. it's better that way, i suppose... or else i wonder how many hearts would break anew.
before my grandmother's passing, death to me was often just another stranger's face in the obituaries. so distant and disconnected from our lives. but now when i look at those faces i try to think of them as someone's parents or grandparents or aunt or uncle or cousin or friend. ah ma's death has taught me a few things... one of which being- to the world you may be nobody, but to somebody (or many people) you are the world. though i wouldn't say she was the world to me, but she's definitely somebody close to our hearts.
John 11:25
my paternal grandmother passed away on 20 Feb, a Wednesday morning. she was 84. when my mom called me at 8.30am, she said, "Ah ma died." i was speechless for a few seconds. then i started to cry.
the nights of the funeral and church service were the longest nights i've experienced. we've never had a death of a direct or close relative happen to us before. the suddeness of it all was what we couldn't bear. my grandmother's death affected me more than i thought it would. she used to give me chinese tuition and i used to go over during the holidays. those were my primary school days. though we weren't that close, the sense of attachment is still there somehow. from what i heard my parents say, she complained of chest pains and breathing difficulties on wednesday morning, she went to rest in bed and never woke up again... for her it's a relief of sorts because she hadn't suffered, her departure was quick. but for the rest of us who didn't get a chance to even bid her goodbye properly, letting her go was just so, so difficult.
death is part of life, we all know that. while its existence is a permanent fixture, its nature is unpredictable and sudden... extremely and terrifyingly so.
the funeral lasted 2 nights at singapore casket... the first night was quite bad because i couldn't even bring myself to look at my grandma's photograph, much less her face. shaking the hands of relatives and strangers alike was one of the strangest feelings. there were firm handshakes, extremely hard ones (most were like this) and some were just a mere grasp of a few fingers. people tried to convey to so much in a single handshake- sympathy, condolences, assurance... shaking hands with relatives was ironically more awkward than with strangers. we let out a short laugh, an abrupt smile...not because we were particularly glad to see each other but simply because we don't know what else to do. on friday afternoon, we gathered for the last time around my grandma before the cremation. that was when the torrent of tears just came out of nowhere. not just for me but for everyone in the family too. i stared at her face for as long as i could, as hard as i could in case i forget how she looked when she's sleeping. i watched as my grandpa took a final look at his wife. i watched as he bent so close to the glass screen that his tears fell onto it. i watched as he tried so damn hard to see his loved one a final time even though his eyesight is failing him. i watched until i couldn't see anymore.
we walked for a short distance behind the van that carried her casket. it was like we were guiding her on her way back to heaven. the cremation at mandai was simple and...clean, for the lack of a better word. her caksket was carried by this automated machine for a distance before a door opened to a part where we couldn't see. the flames, undoubtedly. we watched her go from a room above. it's better that way, i suppose... or else i wonder how many hearts would break anew.
before my grandmother's passing, death to me was often just another stranger's face in the obituaries. so distant and disconnected from our lives. but now when i look at those faces i try to think of them as someone's parents or grandparents or aunt or uncle or cousin or friend. ah ma's death has taught me a few things... one of which being- to the world you may be nobody, but to somebody (or many people) you are the world. though i wouldn't say she was the world to me, but she's definitely somebody close to our hearts.
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Sunday, 10 February 2008 10:05 pm
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Saturday, 9 February 2008 10:45 am
HAPPY CNY EVERYBODY!!!
day one
day two
gran and me
us and gran. (spot the bald-headed commando)
uncle jack - my sista, man.
outside restaurant 88 Harbourfront centre. where the big space and lack of pple are ideal conditions for horsing around.
day one day two gran and me us and gran. (spot the bald-headed commando) uncle jack - my sista, man. outside restaurant 88 Harbourfront centre. where the big space and lack of pple are ideal conditions for horsing around.
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Monday, 4 February 2008 5:15 pm
"Buy Pirelli's Miracle Elixir"
it's February. already. time passes by the millisecond. Terri, Grace and i went out on Friday and we watched Sweeney Todd!!! it was a spontaneous last minute thing but the timing was in our favour which implies that it was meant to be. haha. the movie was rather revolting. definitely not a show for the faint-hearted and/or the emotionally attached (both of which i am). i came out wanting to puke. i swore not to eat pies for a long, long time....only to find myself having a pie (which looked suspiciously like the ones Mrs. Lovett make) for breakfast the next morning. talk about ironic. but i did check- no chopped up pieces of thumbs nor toes to be found. there was a lot of bloodshed in the show where Johnny Depp slices the throats of his poor, unsuspecting customers. the way he did it was as if he totally relished performing that gruesome coup de grace. it's sick. even though the blood was made to look fake, i still got the icy-blade-on-skin feeling when i watched him butchering his victims. Johnny Depp is hell of a good actor. one of the most accomplished. he sings quite well too. but Alan Rickman sounded like a bullfrog (i'm sorry, Terri). he should stick to talking. i wonder how long this infatuation with Johnny Depp is going to last. he should win the Oscar he got nominated for.
i bought My Sister's Keeper. finally. i read twice and cried just as much. then i read it again when i bought it and cried again. the feeling of owning it is quite different from that of borrowing it. anyway it's going to be made into a movie. check out Jodi Picoult's website.
it's February. already. time passes by the millisecond. Terri, Grace and i went out on Friday and we watched Sweeney Todd!!! it was a spontaneous last minute thing but the timing was in our favour which implies that it was meant to be. haha. the movie was rather revolting. definitely not a show for the faint-hearted and/or the emotionally attached (both of which i am). i came out wanting to puke. i swore not to eat pies for a long, long time....only to find myself having a pie (which looked suspiciously like the ones Mrs. Lovett make) for breakfast the next morning. talk about ironic. but i did check- no chopped up pieces of thumbs nor toes to be found. there was a lot of bloodshed in the show where Johnny Depp slices the throats of his poor, unsuspecting customers. the way he did it was as if he totally relished performing that gruesome coup de grace. it's sick. even though the blood was made to look fake, i still got the icy-blade-on-skin feeling when i watched him butchering his victims. Johnny Depp is hell of a good actor. one of the most accomplished. he sings quite well too. but Alan Rickman sounded like a bullfrog (i'm sorry, Terri). he should stick to talking. i wonder how long this infatuation with Johnny Depp is going to last. he should win the Oscar he got nominated for.
i bought My Sister's Keeper. finally. i read twice and cried just as much. then i read it again when i bought it and cried again. the feeling of owning it is quite different from that of borrowing it. anyway it's going to be made into a movie. check out Jodi Picoult's website.
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