Procrastinators Unite! Part V

Part V of this series has been postponed.

To be rescheduled, eventually.

12 Weeks Gone

Silently praying - Nearer My God To Thee (Anne Murray)

It was the first death of a relative on daddy's side of the family since granny crossed-over 11 years ago. Mom has been updating me about things. During the funeral procession, true colours were displayed. I'm disappointed at my daddy's siblings who did not attend the wake or partake in the cortege. Bad feng-shui is not a valid excuse. I feel that it's an unacceptable behaviour to believe in things that will hinder one to pay last respects to the deceased. I'm ashamed to be blood-related to such people. Oh well, you know what they say: what goes around, comes around.

On a brighter note, the love and support showered by my mother's side has once again made my heart smile. Mom informed me that her siblings attended the wake till late. Immediately, I knew that they weren't only there to pay their respects to my late uncle, but were there for the main purpose of supporting their sister. I love my mom's family to bits. It always feel so warm and fuzzy when they're around. That's what a family should be like! Bad feng-shui shouldn't be an excuse to disrespect. In fact, I think it's bad feng-shui to disrespect for that matter.

Anyway, the academic term is coming to its end. Next week will be my final week of classes, followed by a week's break to study, and the much dreaded 2-week long exam period. I just finished a laboratory test for one of my biology subjects today. It was awesome, thanks to Sian! She did it last year and passed me her exam paper. Most of the questions were xeroxed!

:)

Until We Meet Again

Eyes closed - The Sweet By and By (Dolly Parton)

Uncle Ooi, daddy's brother in-law, has been fighting with & for his life ever since he was diagnosed with colorectal cancer 2 years ago. After what seemed like an endless battle, I received news from mom that the illness claimed victory.

With his family surrounding his deathbed, he took a last look at his darling children, his precious grandchildren, and his dearest wife before sighing his final breath. I can't possibly imagine the pain of grieving the death of a loved one. He will definitely be sorely missed.

I pray that he has now found peace, an eternity of solace without anymore pain nor suffering. My deepest heartfelt condolences to my aunt and cousins; I shall observe a moment of silence. Rest in peace, uncle.~

There's a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can see it afar
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there

In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore

We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blessed
And our spirits shall sorrow no more
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest

To our bountiful Father above
We will offer our tribute of praise
For the glorious gift of His love
And the blessings that hallow our days

In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore

Arrogance

(noun); an attitude of superiority manifested in an overbearing manner or in presumptuous claims or assumptions.

Someone pointed out that whenever I'm on MSN messenger, I'm never the first to say hi. Sadly, I realised that that's quite true. Maybe not 'never', since I do initiate conversations sometimes, although rarely. I find that mindless chatting online, and instant messaging itself, has lost its novelty, and conversations usually end when someone finds it unproductive, less amusing, left awkward or speechless, and just fail to reply.

I was thinking about it during the hour break this morning with a cup of hot chocolate and a chocolate chip muffin. Why do I bother signing in if I'm gonna be all stuck up and not greet others who are online? I like it when others ask about my weekend or how I'm doing and all. It kinda shows that they have an interest in what I've been up to, more or less. So... Why am I not doing the same?

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
I always thought that I've lived by that phrase by not doing unto others things I would not want them to do unto me. Foolish really. I haven't been mean (at least I don't think I have) but I haven't been nice either.

Shall we dance? - Del Buen Ayre (Gotan Project)

I get annoyed when people tell me that I haven't called for a long time, and I'd usually snap them with "the phone goes both ways" line. How pompous can I get? Here they are, trying to be concerned about our friendship and lack of communication, and I say something to make them feel bad. Sigh.

I hereby pledge to make a change; to initiate conversations, however simple they may be; to be the one making calls instead of waiting; to be the first to say hi.

Pain

Like a million cuts of paper
from a phonebook to your hand
Like a beggared starving roamer
in a sea of burning sand

Like a cancer patient dying
from the pain of the disease
And the victims of Titanic,
who were shocked by icy freeze

Like the damage from a car crash
breaking countless ribs and bones
Or the words that hurt your feelings,
they are worse than sticks and stones

Like the heartbreaks that you find
Like the scars done to your mind

Burn Again

Jazz me up - Fever (Meiko)

Went to the beach yesterday and got my entire back sunburned! My front-side and other self-reachable areas were protected with sunscreen, just not my back. They should come up with a self-applicator for the back. Something like 'em back-scratchers.~ Hmm...

Anyway, it was really nice at Cottesloe, although no pictures were taken. At least not from my camera. Cottesloe's a favourite beach spot in Perth, and probably the best. Twas a good day to be at the beach. Clear blue skies with the sun shining brightly above. Warm sand and chilly cold water. Swimming and floating in the sea's a blast! I floated on my back in the rough sea, it was so fun it felt as though I was on a waterbed. Of course, there would be the occasional big wave which will push me underwater and make me gulp seawater. And there was a helicopter which circled like a vulture. Ai Xin said that they were probably checking for sharks! I was excited and scared at the same time; "Har? Really?!", and let my guard down for an oncoming monster wave which hit me and made me roll towards shore with it. Funny~ But yeah, it was likely and made sense for them to surveil the area cuz sightings and attacks have happened before at Cottesloe.

I hope to go there again before I return to KL this summer! Ooh... Must.put.on.more.sunscreen.!

In search of my SPF1000!

SPF one thousand. Reminds me of a really heart-warming story on Chicken Soup for the Soul about friendship. Okay, that's random...

Silent

Like a feather drifting slowly
in the softness of a breeze
Like the creaking noise from steel gates
with their hinges dipped in grease

Like the stillness of a river
on a Sunday morning dream
Like a voiceless widow mourning,
wishing she could force a scream

Like the creeping of a burglar
on a frosty winter night
Like the darkness of a shadow
seeking shelter when it's bright

Like the heartbreaks that you find
Like the scars done to your mind

Wake Up

Past addiction - Piano Song (Meiko)

When you're in love, the hardest thing to do is to watch someone you love, love someone else. It's heart-wrenching. And if you really love that someone, the best thing to do in such a situation is to let go. Ouch! Talk about adding salt to the wound...

I'm not referring this to my love life, and I'm definitely not emotional right now. I just wanted to talk about it as a general topic. Probably been watching one too many real-life dramas of this happening.

So here we are spending endless nights which may last weeks, months, or probably even years, dreaming of that someone. You think of that person, day through night. Like Meiko's song that's playing on my speakers while I'm typing this;

Every little thing I do I do for you,
With every little thing I think a thought of you.
I try so hard not to notice, I try so hard not to care,
I try so hard not to know that you're not here.

You know everything about that someone. You know his/her interests and you try to make them yours. You know where he/she has been and what they've been doing over the weekend. You know when he/she is having a hard time. You know when he/she is struggling through assignments/work. You pray for them. You ask god to bless them, to see them through. You rejoice at their happiness and successes, and over the end of their hardships. You celebrate their accomplishments. You celebrate silently, alone. And that person doesn't even know you exist! Let's not even go to remembering birthdates. That same person, the person you worship day and night, struggles to remember your name!

One word: Pathetic! Wake up! You're not interested in that person. You just have this idea of him/her. Wake up! Have the nerve to admit it, and just leave them alone. Wake up! They won't know that they were your wish the night you saw that shooting star, or when you blew off the candles on your cake. They don't remember where you first met, or what you said and wore. They don't care if you're sad, or if you're not feeling well. Wake up! You're not part of his/her life!

... And they shouldn't be a part of yours. They don't deserve it.
Wake up!

You must not take what's not yours, and not give someone things which are not theirs. Wake up!

Playing Love

The cadenza was confusing and abrupt. Complicated, yet meaningful. The sound of youth. Fun and laughter. Flowing, dreamy. The perfect opening.

And thus it begins, the beginning of the end. Calm and innocent, full of romance. Questions, answers. Ups and downs. Much enthusiasm. Repeat with embellishments. It climaxes. An argument, a loud disagreement. The matter resolved. Serenity restored. Full of character, full of life, full of love.

A promise that lasts. Years drag by. The increment of age. The tempo dawdles. The volume cushioned. The end draws near. Death, perhaps. Fingers intertwined, a genuine smile curves. Memories waltz ever so gracefully. Time stops. The sound fades to silence.

A true maestro.

Procrastinators Unite! Part IV

The way I look at it, procrastination is very much like masturbation. It's addictive and it feels good. And then you realise that you're just screwing yourself. Go figure.

A Letter To BBFF

You have been gone for almost 2 weeks now. Longer than I thought you would be. Where are you?

I is be missing you...
:(

What Words Can Say

On very rare occasions would I only watch YouTube videos posted on the blogs I read, and it would be most exceptional to find myself doing the same on my blog; but this video is really out of the ordinary. I came across it on DaveyWavey's blog, and thought that it's something worth to share. Call me emotional or sensitive, but it moved me to tears. Honest!

If you have time to spare, please watch it. Share it if you think that it's worth so, and if you think that it's stupid, I owe you my deepest and most sincere apologies for wasting your bandwidth and a mere 6 minutes of your life...