Cherish

I don't know why her mum's death affected me so much. I was too shocked to hear it from her last Friday. Her mum was watching a chinese TV programme on a Saturday at 10plus when she returned home. About 2 hours later, she came out of her room and tried to wake her mum up, thinking that she was fast asleep on the couch.

Her mum never woke up.

Her mum was rushed to the hospital and the doctor declared her dead. The cause of death : Silent heart attack.

I was still very affected after almost a week after hearing the news. I started searching on the net about dying in one's sleep. Apparently, people who die in their sleeps are usually misdiagnosed as dying from heart attacks. The real cause is most likely central sleep apnea, when one's brain fails to transmit signals to its breathing muscles.

I am getting really more melancholic about life. I am getting more doubtful about life. I am really saddened by the things happening around me.

Cherish what we have for as long as we live. I hope you get to read this.

18th March 2011

16 days to go....the first ever in my entire life.

You Are The Inspiration

I have never met or seen someone whose personality is larger than her life. You are the only one in my entire life. I admire your courage, your positive attitude, your determination and most of all, your zest for life. Though you lived only a short 10 years, the life you lived was definitely much more meaningful than most of us. If I ever had an offspring, I would name her after you, Shiloh.

Your Final Journey

You are gone, finally.

Hope your loved ones, especially your husband and daughter, stay strong and move on with their lives.

Our hearts cry out for you and your family.

Please Stay Strong

I hope you stay strong. Hope to 'see' you on Wednesday. We all grief with you, so please get back on your feet soon...We all know that you will be strong. You are not alone.

R.I.P.

In the middle of the flowing seasons,
I suddenly feel the length of the days.
during the days when it is too busy,
you and I sketch out our future.

Placing their love on March's wind,
the sakura buds continue on through spring.

rays of an overflowing light,
little by little, warm up the morning.
After giving a large yawn,
I'm a little shy being by your side.

Standing at a new world's entrance,
I now notice that I'm not alone.

If I close my eyes, you are there.
under my eyelids you live.
How strong it could become
As for you and me, I want to be together

The dust carried by a whirlwind,
entwines with the laundry to be done,
Just before noon the white moon in the sky
I was somehow fascinated by how pretty it was.

Although there are times when I can't do it right,
if I look up at the sky, even being that small

The blue sky is sharply clear
the sheeplike clouds quietly sway.
the joy of waiting for flowers to bloom
if it's sharing that with you, that is happiness.

In the future as well gently smile next to me.

If I close my eyes, you are there.
under my eyelids you live.
How strong it could become
As for you and me, I want to be together

A Quiet Monday Morning

Monday morning was extremely quiet. Things around me seemed sombre. The bus was exceptionally empty. People in the street, mostly clad in black, seemed to be sharing the grief.

The sky was overcasted but the rain didn't pour.

Can't wait for Monday to be over. Just want to be alone. Again. Coz nothing matters anymore.

Anzen Chitai

Looking forward to 24th October 2010!

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An Ugly Life?

On my way to work the other day, I saw an old man who bears a resemblance to Jose. He has a huge growth on his face but it has not covered up his whole face yet. The growth is kindda round and smooth; unlike that of Jose's, who has multiple growths which protrude and are rough in surface. I started questioning myself: Why doesn't he seek help? Is it because he is poor? Or is it because he just doesn't want to seek help? Or is it because lilike the young Jose, whose mum used to pamper him and gave him the idea ththat it was the mirror's fault that he is ugly?

It really pains me to see people like them suffering everyday.

On the same day when I was returning from work, there was this really elderly man sitting beside me in the bus. He looks like he is in his late 80s or early 90s with numerous liver spots on his wrinkled face and hands. He started asking me if the bus that he boarded would take him to B. I told him the bus would go to W. He emphasized again that he had to return to B. I told him that he had to get off at the next stop and walked to another stop at the junction to take another bus to B. He did just that. However, when the bus stopped at the stop, I realised that he would have to walk about 500m to get to the stop where there is bus number 7. I felt so sorry for him instantly. I prayed that he got back home safely eventually.

I guess life is not so beautiful afterall for people like them...