Although there were a few missing guests for the annual CNY dinner, it was still a blast. The days before that were absolutely fantastic as well as Rushdi, Taqi and Altaf dropped by Ipoh to join in the festivities. I'll start blogging about it real soon, as soon as these guys find the time to upload the photos they took during their stay here. I think I've learnt a lot more regarding Ipoh in those 3 days than I ever have in these 19 years that I’ve lived here.
I hope that all of you had a swell Chinese New Year. You guys take care now. Peace out y’all.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Many Happy Cliched Greetings
Yes, yes, it's that time of the year again when whatever red and bright's in vogue again, be it undergarments or face masks. The time of year when money is what drives us to suck in our gut and actually be SOCIALBLE to relatives, be they foul or not. Thus, I bid all readers of this blog, a very Happy Chinese New Year! May your ang pows be bursting at the seams with dough, your clothes bursting at the seams with those god-damn-delicious-cookies and may all your endevours, be it for world domination or world peace be successful Just remember to cash in my ass when you reach the top!
God, that was cliched. Peace out y'all!
Gong Xi Fa Cai!
God, that was cliched. Peace out y'all!
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Remembering The Forgotten
Early this morning I skimmed through everyone's blogs to check up on what they've been up to and stuff like that. Most of the recent posts I have read until I stopped by one of them and read the latest one. The post was mostly about the passing of an old friend and as I read further on, a growing sense of remorse grew in me. I could understand what he was feeling but not to that extent, for the friend that was taken away from me in a similar fashion wasn’t that close and I had only known him for 4 months tops. It was… a kind of remote sense of grief. It felt detached from me, like I could feel it, but it wasn’t for the person I was reading about. It reminded me of how painful it was at that time. Even when there were friends there, comforting each other, the grief that I had felt… the unfairness of it all, the spontaneity of it all filled my very being.
It was just painful. So so painful.
The post was another stark reminder, a reminder that screamed in your face through a friggin’ bullhorn while thrusting bright neon lights into your face. A reminder of how fragile life can be. How it can be taken all away in less than a snap of a finger. I wouldn’t be bragging when I say that I am an all too familiar spectator of Death’s whims. I know people have gone through worse but still, there are things that some people need not go through.
I watched my father die as the nurses and doctors tried to resuscitate him. He had lived 5 years plus with only one lung. To hell with Maximus from Gladiator. If there was only one warrior in the world, that would be my dad. Prove me wrong by going through chemotherapy and live on with a single lung and coughing blood everyday.
I was there at the car crash scene. Blood, side skirts and shattered glass all over the tar road. A tree that looked as though it was punched in numerous times. Images that are burnt into your skull that will last a lifetime.
Although I have said that I would love to grin into the face of Death any day, it seems to be able to remind me from time to time of his prowess. Some or most of you may be still green, scoffing at this post, calling it emo. One day, you will realize the fragility of life while you’re cradling yourself, reeling from the death of a loved one or a close friend.
Peace out y’all.
It was just painful. So so painful.
The post was another stark reminder, a reminder that screamed in your face through a friggin’ bullhorn while thrusting bright neon lights into your face. A reminder of how fragile life can be. How it can be taken all away in less than a snap of a finger. I wouldn’t be bragging when I say that I am an all too familiar spectator of Death’s whims. I know people have gone through worse but still, there are things that some people need not go through.
I watched my father die as the nurses and doctors tried to resuscitate him. He had lived 5 years plus with only one lung. To hell with Maximus from Gladiator. If there was only one warrior in the world, that would be my dad. Prove me wrong by going through chemotherapy and live on with a single lung and coughing blood everyday.
I was there at the car crash scene. Blood, side skirts and shattered glass all over the tar road. A tree that looked as though it was punched in numerous times. Images that are burnt into your skull that will last a lifetime.
Although I have said that I would love to grin into the face of Death any day, it seems to be able to remind me from time to time of his prowess. Some or most of you may be still green, scoffing at this post, calling it emo. One day, you will realize the fragility of life while you’re cradling yourself, reeling from the death of a loved one or a close friend.
Peace out y’all.
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