Dear Moms and Dads,

Perhaps we never said it, but you really are our heroes.
Maybe you didn't hear it, but we really want to say a big thank-you to you.

We may misbehave and break your heart.
But we do it to get your attention.
We may get impatient when you nag at us.
But we know you want us to be useful citizens of society.

We may seem like we don't need your help.
But we really do appreciate it when you help us with our studies.
It might seem like that we hate you for punishing us.
But we know that you mean well for us.

We know that you stay up till 3am, working to make ends meet.
We know that your hands are worn from all the housework you do.
We know that you will always love us, no matter how it might sometimes seem like we reject your love.

So believe in us, even at times when we don't believe ourselves.
Cry with us, when we fail.
Laugh with us when we succeed.

Even if we don't say it, or we don't seem to care.
We really are touched by what you do for us.

One day, we will grow up to be like you.

Yours lovingly,
Children of today
Parents of tomorrow
 

29 January to 3 February.
It ends tonight.
And here are some photos, illegally taken of course. =)

When you give your musicians too many empty bars to count, this is what happens...

         
   

View of audience seen from the pit(s)


Finally some work being done

Although we all reach the same destination eventually, some people choose to do it differently from others.
Someone might want to travel along the highway, live the high life, travel in fast cars.
His neighbour might want to go slow and easy, take the idyllic and scenic path.
Most will do a mix of the two, depending on the stage of journey he is in.
Either way we get there eventually.

Putting morality aside, there really is no right or wrong way to embark on your life journey.
What's more important is that your choices don't affect the people around you, negatively i mean.

If you want to drive a fast car, don't knock down the pedestrians.
And if you don't have a fast car, please don't rob another person's ride.
If you want to go slow, please keep left.
Holding up the traffic and frustrating the hot shot behind you isn't very nice.

We are all interconnected.
Our actions inadvertently affect the people around us.
If you decide to change lanes without checking blindspots, then good luck to you.
However if you wilfully change lanes just to get ahead, you might crash and burn.
And while you do so, please keep right because I usually keep left =)

 

In the journey of life, everyone's destination is the same.
We all have the same destination.

Putting aside Allah, or Amen or Amitaba, we all die.
We might not all get there at the same time.
But we will all reach the same place eventually.

Therefore the destination is not really important.
Whatever you do, you wll get there eventually.
The end-point takes care of itself.

What is more important is the choices in your journey.
How do you want to get there?
What do you want to do along the way?
Who do you hang out with?

Erm no, this entry is not going to be about all those Michael Jackson and the other dead celebrities.
They don't mean a thing to me and i don't give two shits about them.

This entry is about my friend who flew back all the way from UK to send her father off.
She missed seeing him for the last time because the old man croaked before her plane touched the lands of Singapore.

But there's very little lost love between the two.
I was asked at the wake, how do you love someone who broke up your family?
Even though he gave you life, biologically speaking.
But how do you love someone who alienated the rest of your family members?
Do you remember him as the father figure who provided for you and loved you when you were a little girl?
Or do you remember him as the man who turned violent against your own mother, your own sons, and basically drove the rest of your siblings away from the house?
If you feel sad, how do you cry?
If you resent him, why do you hold on to the pain?

What do you say to a friend who asks you all these questions?

Well, you don't remember the pain, because the pain leaves with him.
As he enters the furnace, do you want to forever remember all the hurt?
Is it worth keeping the hurt in you?
And why don't you remember the man who offered you a life?
Remember the father he was to you and the grandfather who he was to your sons.
And for his final gift, he brings a family back together again, every single member, after 10 longs years.

This relationship can be viewed from many angles.
It is either a positive or negative ending to this relationship,
But the dead cannot change it.
Only the ones who go on living can make the difference.

Who ever said that 2 or more women in a conversation can rival the noise level of a market was either lying, or wrong.
And the person who lied, must be from the childcare centre or something.

While walking back from dinner, the playground at me place was not even packed.
Just about 3 or 4 monsters kids playing at plastic house, pretending it was some alien spaceship.
I swear the screaming was something i have never heard in my life!
My goodness.... and 16 levels above, i can still hear them, audibly, without straining my ears.
I am so glad that i couldn't afford the ground units near the playground.
Yes, huge garden and stuff, but so totally unenviable.
If i were there, i'd probably release guard dogs at them brats every night, till there were none left.