the sudden news

I take comfort in knowing that everyone believes that this blog is dead and that no one visits this anymore...

My uncle passed away in the afternoon of 22 Sep 2010. Coincidentally, it is my brother's 37th birthday.

His death is sudden, just as sudden as the news of him hospitalized in Malacca. I was as shocked the day before when I learnt he was in coma.

I couldn't stop crying when I heard the news. While it is true, we may have drifted apart, but scenes of moments with him when I was young played in my mind... They didn't have kids... So his wife and him often brought me along to spend the day out with them.

Today I remember that death, brings with it, the resurrection of old memories. May these memories live on.

Innalillah wa innalillahi rojiun

I want my old life back!

lesson learnt

perhaps I should learn to be less secretive.

going once, going twice... gone

Whatever good from yesterday's facial is gone
cos here I am, my forehead wrinkling
Whatever good from my morning stretch is gone
cos here I am, my heart palpitating

why? why? why?

I hate airing dirty laundry but I feel as though I'm at the end of my tethers. The last thing I need at the end of a tired day is being greeted by ppl with no common sense.

Yes, common sense is not common. Neither is it hereditary.

It's 10.24pm and they're still here making a din.
Hogging the tv.
Wasting the electricity.

Why can't you go back to where you belong?

Why?

sigh

I'm stressed.

I thought slow and steady will do it. Every week I try to strike something off the list but there's just so much to do, so lil time! I don't even think what I'm doing is planning, it's more like damage control.

Seems like all the pleasure from the late girly session last night has entirely dissipated.

ingenious!

notes on syria:

On the bus to Damascus from Aleppo.

At a stop in another city, two men boarded the bus. One of them looked at me. I smiled.
He asked,"Where you from?"
"Singapore," I answered.
He nodded.

A while later I caught him giving a quick look at us and speak something to his friend. Probably gossipping about us, I presumed.

Then he stood up, walked over to me and offered a sweet. I was caught by surprise and in embarrassment, said no, signalling that it's ok. But he insisted. "It's good for here," he placed his hand on his throat. So I accepted it cos it would've be rude to decline.

The friendly and sincere nature of Syrians can really move you.

killed

The Killers cancelled their concert...

My mood has just plummeted. But I've no idea which is sadder... the sudden cancellation or being in the company of people who wouldn't even understand my disappointment. Hell, they wouldn't even know who The Killers are...


My boredom is becoming more pronounced.

:OS

no regrets

Whaddayanoe... I'll be going for The Killers concert after all!

All thanks to M.L. I know it's gross, especially with everything that's going on at the moment. But I figured it's January... the month that will set the pace for the rest of the year...

And I don't wish 2010 to be a year of regrets.


oh, I passed my exam! yipee!