The wind is howling outside. Like lost ghosts. Rain pouring down in sheets. Perfect weather to be asleep in bed, curled up beneath your blanket.
But I'm not asleep.
I'm drinking coffee.. much diluted. Thinking that I am actually afraid of dying.
When I was abit younger, I used to wish, sometimes, that if I were to not to wake up from sleep, it would be a good thing. I wanted to sleep everything away. Now that I've become slightly older, slightly more jaded, I realise that I don't want to die like that.
Because if I did, I would miss my family very much.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
where is that perfect day?
These past couple of weeks are full of ups and downs. The latter mostly, in fact. Work has been crazy and I've been plagued with an incessant cough and an annoying runny nose. Most of the time, I'm either drowsy from the anti-histamines I've been taking (and cough syrup) or I've got a mild throbbing headache at the back of my head (from thinking about work all the time!).
Today, I was supposed to be catching up on my homework but the daylight hours was spent nursing a bad-ass, congested nose and a headache. For most of the evening, I were busy ironing shirts for the whole week. I seriously, do not like ironing. Took me an hour and more just to finish six shirts! I'm really pathetic.
This year evidently, the stress is at an all-time high. I think I'm slowly, but surely, sinking into depression...
Today, I was supposed to be catching up on my homework but the daylight hours was spent nursing a bad-ass, congested nose and a headache. For most of the evening, I were busy ironing shirts for the whole week. I seriously, do not like ironing. Took me an hour and more just to finish six shirts! I'm really pathetic.
This year evidently, the stress is at an all-time high. I think I'm slowly, but surely, sinking into depression...
Friday, April 10, 2009
killer rojak
No other piece of local news so far this year, have caught my eye more than the plight of those affected by food poisoning after consuming rojak from one of geylang's most popular stalls. My condolences to the families of the two women who passed away due to (what is believed to be) complications of food poisoning.
If you think about it, it's also rather scary that a dish as popular as the quintessential Indian rojak can be deadly. And which Malay visitor of geylang would not buy his or her share of geylang goodies? Why, just the other day, my mom bought some satay (I've a weakness for mutton satay) during her trip there and I gorged myself so much I actually developed a sore throat and cough the day after. And I've been, on and off, coughing, eversince.
Whether the rojak sauce had been accidentally contaminated with rat poison (my mom's theory) or whether it was the nasty sabotage of a jealous competitor (my brother's theory) -- who knows? Two people have died and many others were in terrible pain as a result. I hope the authorities can uncover the cause of this tragedy soon so that history will not repeat itself. Because the next time I go to geylang and buy something edible from a stall at the temporary market, I want to feel safe.
If you think about it, it's also rather scary that a dish as popular as the quintessential Indian rojak can be deadly. And which Malay visitor of geylang would not buy his or her share of geylang goodies? Why, just the other day, my mom bought some satay (I've a weakness for mutton satay) during her trip there and I gorged myself so much I actually developed a sore throat and cough the day after. And I've been, on and off, coughing, eversince.
Whether the rojak sauce had been accidentally contaminated with rat poison (my mom's theory) or whether it was the nasty sabotage of a jealous competitor (my brother's theory) -- who knows? Two people have died and many others were in terrible pain as a result. I hope the authorities can uncover the cause of this tragedy soon so that history will not repeat itself. Because the next time I go to geylang and buy something edible from a stall at the temporary market, I want to feel safe.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
been away too long
Seriously, I've been putting off updating my bloggy for so long - without me realising it, it's already April. Four months into the new year, which by the way, isn't so new by now, and what have I got to show for it??? Nothing much, basically. It's just the same old story.
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We are like little ants floating on separate leaves upon this stream of consciousness. Time pulls us along in different directions, and I fear we will be swept away by our disparate lives very soon.
Is this what growing up entails? Becoming so distinct that we have lost the fundamental emotion of empathy for each other? Our happiness is no longer defined by the journeying together (like I used to believe it was) because the fact is, there is too little of "together" to make it worth it. Happiness has become snatches of time; fleeting moments of rushed evenings of conversations. It is never enough to satisfy our hunger; our desire to escape the realities of our weekday lives. Is our weekday lives the reality? Or those rushed evenings? But the latter is just too brief to be registered significantly by our calculating minds.
I don't know the remedy. How do we make our moments count in our journey together when "together" exists in banal moments? Is it banal because our precious conversations have become meaningless? Precious because of their rarity and meaningless because they have become mere platitudes. Empty conversations. We have become experts of polite and automaton responses that pretend to be cordial and sincere exchanges. Quantity of time does not affect its quality. It's not like that anymore. Everything counts in the end, doesn't it?
God help us.
We are like little ants floating on separate leaves upon this stream of consciousness. Time pulls us along in different directions, and I fear we will be swept away by our disparate lives very soon.
Is this what growing up entails? Becoming so distinct that we have lost the fundamental emotion of empathy for each other? Our happiness is no longer defined by the journeying together (like I used to believe it was) because the fact is, there is too little of "together" to make it worth it. Happiness has become snatches of time; fleeting moments of rushed evenings of conversations. It is never enough to satisfy our hunger; our desire to escape the realities of our weekday lives. Is our weekday lives the reality? Or those rushed evenings? But the latter is just too brief to be registered significantly by our calculating minds.
I don't know the remedy. How do we make our moments count in our journey together when "together" exists in banal moments? Is it banal because our precious conversations have become meaningless? Precious because of their rarity and meaningless because they have become mere platitudes. Empty conversations. We have become experts of polite and automaton responses that pretend to be cordial and sincere exchanges. Quantity of time does not affect its quality. It's not like that anymore. Everything counts in the end, doesn't it?
God help us.
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