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It's ironic how people want their happenings to be known to thousands of people in the virtual world yet they can't do that face-to-face. Strange isn't it? People are such strange beings.

Another funeral to attend in a span of another year.

So I'm left with one grandfather.

It's not supposed to be sad occasion since she's lived for 98 years, but still, whenever I am at funerals, I can't help but think about how it would be like when people around you leave one by one. One day it'll be my parents, my siblings, my spouse and my friends. I can't imagine how my grandmother felt since she is one of those who lived to a ripe old age.

Sometimes longevity may not be a blessing I suppose? Especially when you're alone and lost.

Not meant to be a depressing post.

Thank to those who paid their last respects to my grandmother; really appreciate it.

Suddenly feel the urge to post here because I have not posted anything here since a very long time ago.

Oh well, at least I'm still on this page and reading other people's posts.

Still waiting for my guides to finish their parade rehearsal then I'll go home. It's a little unhealthy but recently, hubs and I have been frequenting the casinos. Hopefully it's not an addiction but more like a stress-reliever and entertainment. To each his own lah some people don't find it entertaining, but I do!

Yee haw.

All right. Shall get back to work. Don't really have the mood to do anything actually.

Just came back from a GG camp.

Camps always have this temporary effect on me; I will treasure what I have more and be more satisfied with life.

Unfortunately, when we get back into our usual rhythm things just go back to normal again, and we forget what we have experienced during camps.

So! I think I have been given this task at school to take charge of a bunch of spoilt brats to appreciate life and what they have and at the same time, to remind myself that I have almost everything readily. What more should I ask for?

MJ was loved by millions of fans and people, but the tragedy is... he wasn't loved back by the woman he loved most. His sense of sadness and loneliness is often difficult to detect amidst the upbeat rhythm of his songs.

Sigh, C'est la vie vraiment.

Was watching "Wishing Stairs" for the third time and it never fails to intrigue me. Supposedly a horror flick, but really, there's more to it than meets the eye.

It touches on the theme of friendship and jealousy; seriously, jealousy can be such a scary emotion and scorn from women, even scarier.

The story talks about two good friends who had the passion for ballet, but one was a born talent with better background (mum forced her to pick up ballet at a very young age) whilst the other had to work hard for it. Naturally, in every society, meritocracy counts and it doesn't matter how hard you worked for it; well it does, but it has to show in your results. Needless to say, friend-who-worked-very-hard-but-not-as-talented turned her back on her friend during a competition and started hating her. Honestly, I don't know how to justify that hatred because, she did not really harm anyone in the process and there's no real good reason to be jealous since she is really talented, right?

But whatever it is, the point I am driving at is really, just be contented with what you have. Oh yeah I shouldn't really use the word "contented" maybe "grateful" would have been better. There is always a need to challenge and improve ourselves, but competition, hatred, jealousy etc. etc. shouldn't be the driving force to improve because it's really unhealthy. The only person that you should be challenging is really yourself.

Make life easier and less complicated!

I will get to finally see him after 4 months! HOORAY!

Seeing this makes me feel... old... and emotional.

I was 12 and I bought the first English CD that I ever bought (the rest were all Andy Lau CDs and most of them were gifts from friends anyway). You guessed it, it was the first album from Spice Girls. And guess what, Victoria Beckham was my favourite Spice.

Now they have all become Mamas; I am at the age of becoming one soon. How odd to have time fly like that.

Here goes.