Why do nightmares like to come every night? =/
*Edit*
I guess the "to be continued" was not meant to be.
Because words fail me.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Chapter 2a: The Labour Pangs - The Start Of The End?
What?
Amidst the frosted surroundings, a new... being emerges.
*Edit*
This is long overdue. I realise I cannot write that which I have not experienced or do not know of. So the tale that I had meant to write will be put to rest for now, till the time comes when I am ready.
Chapter 1 can be found here.
Amidst the frosted surroundings, a new... being emerges.
*Edit*
This is long overdue. I realise I cannot write that which I have not experienced or do not know of. So the tale that I had meant to write will be put to rest for now, till the time comes when I am ready.
Chapter 1 can be found here.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
#140 Me & My Oreo Cookie
With chocolate cream. Conquering boredom in the new restaurant. *yes! the restaurant has moved!*
It is now located at 32 Kandahar Street (near Arab Street, walking distance from both Lavender & Bugis MRT Station). And I spent an entire day waiting for contractors to come and go while my dad was doing the finishing packing up for the old restaurant location. Today is our last day at China Square Central.
Not going to talk about the details of the day, save for the fact that it was way boring. Oreo & I were having a great time till... I got sick of that uber-sweet taste. Then it was just me alone...
(Remind me never to buy Oreo's with Chocolate Cream. I'm a bland/salt-lover, normal Oreo's will do fine) =X
It is now located at 32 Kandahar Street (near Arab Street, walking distance from both Lavender & Bugis MRT Station). And I spent an entire day waiting for contractors to come and go while my dad was doing the finishing packing up for the old restaurant location. Today is our last day at China Square Central.
Not going to talk about the details of the day, save for the fact that it was way boring. Oreo & I were having a great time till... I got sick of that uber-sweet taste. Then it was just me alone...
(Remind me never to buy Oreo's with Chocolate Cream. I'm a bland/salt-lover, normal Oreo's will do fine) =X
Monday, September 1, 2008
#139 That Grey Shirt
A reflection of my worn out emotions.
Dad says it is a sort of uniform we wore to granny's passing off/away ceremony. Sounds comforting doesn't it?
And yet even if I were to choose, I couldn't wear anything brighter; my mood then was as grey as the t-shirt.
And several times then, due to some unhappiness and incidental triggers, I found myself walking away from the wake, sitting alone; sometimes crying, sometimes just singing the emotions I had within me.
We have 7 or so of these t-shirts at home.
But in a twist, I feel that granny's passing gave my family something many families in the present era have either forsaken, or lost sight of;
Solidarity. What good is a family if its members are like strangers to each other?
And through the past few weeks as I was helping out at the restaurant I learnt from as well as about my dad many things. The more mundane ones to me are the daily operations and his plans to grow the business. The more intrinsic ones are my dad's motivations, stresses, reactions and most of all, his love.
I also became closer to him and trusted him a whole lot more than I did during the times where I have to admit I strayed in Polytechnic. It has always been drilled in me that there is wisdom in the language of the elders, and I believe that. Somehow, however, through the rush and buzz of daily life I lost track of that wisdom, and was left confused and in disarray.
Though today marks the end of my short tenure in the restaurant because of the restaurant's shift in location, here I stand a changed person for the good.
Today I stand grateful.
Dad says it is a sort of uniform we wore to granny's passing off/away ceremony. Sounds comforting doesn't it?
And yet even if I were to choose, I couldn't wear anything brighter; my mood then was as grey as the t-shirt.
And several times then, due to some unhappiness and incidental triggers, I found myself walking away from the wake, sitting alone; sometimes crying, sometimes just singing the emotions I had within me.
We have 7 or so of these t-shirts at home.
But in a twist, I feel that granny's passing gave my family something many families in the present era have either forsaken, or lost sight of;
Solidarity. What good is a family if its members are like strangers to each other?
And through the past few weeks as I was helping out at the restaurant I learnt from as well as about my dad many things. The more mundane ones to me are the daily operations and his plans to grow the business. The more intrinsic ones are my dad's motivations, stresses, reactions and most of all, his love.
I also became closer to him and trusted him a whole lot more than I did during the times where I have to admit I strayed in Polytechnic. It has always been drilled in me that there is wisdom in the language of the elders, and I believe that. Somehow, however, through the rush and buzz of daily life I lost track of that wisdom, and was left confused and in disarray.
Though today marks the end of my short tenure in the restaurant because of the restaurant's shift in location, here I stand a changed person for the good.
Today I stand grateful.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
#138 It Seems Even My Mind
Has gone random.
These few days I've been remembering people in my life, though not by any external stimuli. I just sit down and suddenly remember someone and ponder about why they were/are in my life and how they have changed it.
Sometimes it just makes me wonder if the happenings are for better or worse. It has come to my conclusion though, that whatever has happened, for better or for worse is independent of that which has happened and reliant on what I make out of it.
Just a few minutes (okay maybe close to an hour) ago, I was sitting there taking my dinner when I suddenly remember someone from my secondary school. It made me wonder how that person is doing right now in life.
That person was someone whom I didn't have the courage to talk to for three over years. And when I finally did, it was all a mess. And then I wanted to run away.
Looking back makes me want to chuckle in nostalgia, but back then it was grave business. *serious face*
I'm not sure why, but deep inside of me, I'm really not a very sociable person. No matter how much I try to be, there's always this hidden fear that things "don't work out right". The feeling is further amplified if I'm in a crowd, and I just space out.
However, I do not as often experience this kind of anxiety in a group of "uncles & aunties", or people at least ten years my senior. I'm not sure why, and probably never will.
I really wonder which long lost friend pops up in my mind tomorrow. On hindsight, perhaps it's my subconsciousness' way of "counting my blessings, the people who have made a difference in my life."
But whatever the case, I'm looking forward to my new life stage in NS soon.
These few days I've been remembering people in my life, though not by any external stimuli. I just sit down and suddenly remember someone and ponder about why they were/are in my life and how they have changed it.
Sometimes it just makes me wonder if the happenings are for better or worse. It has come to my conclusion though, that whatever has happened, for better or for worse is independent of that which has happened and reliant on what I make out of it.
Just a few minutes (okay maybe close to an hour) ago, I was sitting there taking my dinner when I suddenly remember someone from my secondary school. It made me wonder how that person is doing right now in life.
That person was someone whom I didn't have the courage to talk to for three over years. And when I finally did, it was all a mess. And then I wanted to run away.
Looking back makes me want to chuckle in nostalgia, but back then it was grave business. *serious face*
I'm not sure why, but deep inside of me, I'm really not a very sociable person. No matter how much I try to be, there's always this hidden fear that things "don't work out right". The feeling is further amplified if I'm in a crowd, and I just space out.
However, I do not as often experience this kind of anxiety in a group of "uncles & aunties", or people at least ten years my senior. I'm not sure why, and probably never will.
I really wonder which long lost friend pops up in my mind tomorrow. On hindsight, perhaps it's my subconsciousness' way of "counting my blessings, the people who have made a difference in my life."
But whatever the case, I'm looking forward to my new life stage in NS soon.
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