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My Writings

I came across some of my older writings and I could feel the strong emotion there, I cried.

I hope I can write like that, again…

On the other note, NaNoWriMo has started. Yet I haven’t written a single word for my novel. I spent my day working on a case study (yes, a freaking full case study!) instead. Writing, of course. I swear I’ve written more than the recommended 500-words-per-day NaNoWriMo quota.

I’ve got drafts lined up, and I hope I’ll be feeling great enough to finish and post them all.

Remind me not to be too perfectionist. Sometimes my most spontaneous writings, like the one I mentioned in the beginning, are the best ones.

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You’re Still Alive

At least in my mind.

I still think you’re still alive, though hardly….

I still think you’re still existing, though on a bed, unable to move, or speak properly.

I plurked so many times about how I didn’t feel like going back to Singapore.

I talked about how I didn’t feel like going back to everyone I know.

But I had to go back. Though to watch a musical play so close to my heart which unfortunately brought disappointments for me. And school was going to start again.

Do you know that I cried when I reached Singapore?

I was in class when the news about your demise came. I tried so hard to contain my tears. I was in class, FGS. But then I went for choir practice, as normally as possible, as if nothing ever happened.

Perhaps I’m not over the first stage of grief yet.

Or perhaps the pain was so great it numbed me.

I’m sad, I’m very sad beyond belief.

I still remember how you always bring my lunch to school when I was in primary school.

I remember all your funny and sarcastic remarks over any gossips – celebrities or family members alike.

I remember your grief when your beloved husband died after fighting a cruel disease. Oh yeah, sometimes I still think he’s still alive too..

I remember your annoyances and peeves about your kids – and your unconditional love for them.

I remember various business stints you did – from selling bedsheets, curtains, your home-made spring rolls and otahs, to the ever successful stationery shop.

And for that, I declare you’re still alive.

In my mind.

 

Rest in peace………….

Your niece,

Sylvia a.k.a Vivi/Ah Vi

Life is Good

They say you have to think that it’s true to make it really true.

I’m not dead, I’m pretty much alive. Grandpa is here, and he got amputated because his wound is infected and the infection is spreading up. However he is already discharged now and generally very fine. Well if one can joke about one’s amputated feet, I guess one is ok.

Mom has just gone back to Jakarta yesterday afternoon after a sudden announcement to me. She booked a ticket to go home at January 10 but yesterday (January 8) afternoon I suddenly got sms that pretty much said “Vi, Mom is at Changi airport, going back to Jakarta soon”. WHAT? And lo and behold, my phone went out of battery. I borrowed a friend’s phone to call her. Apparently she changed her date to January 8 at the day itself. Whew.

So with Mom gone I’m gonna be taking charge of taking care of grandpa. I mean, there’s another uncle, but he’s going back at January 10 and my grandma.. Well she’s better taking care of grandpa domestically. There’s also another uncle coming on Saturday (yes, the same day as my other uncle going back. I have 2 uncles) but before he gets the knack of it all, I’m gonna be in charge.

School has started and doing fine. The only thing that I dread is that I have make up classes due to public holidays  (so what holiday, really?). And in someone’s convenience, my 2 make up classes just HAVE to be in the same day, at the exact same time. Blah. 

So all in all, life is good :)

One Curious Day

It’s one curious day when suddenly I feel that there’s nothing to do.

I just finished studying for tomorrow’s COMM201 (Foundations in Communication Research – compulsory for Corporate Communication majors). Oh hell. It helps when you only have 3 exams and the exams are open book and don’t have too many materials. Awesome.

So hi. I’m alive and kicking. I survived a gruesome around 3 days long diarrhoea. Yes, just before exams. And to think that I was the one thinking “Ah only 3 exams. I’ll just pay my sleep debt and have fun before dirtying myself with school stuff. And Ha ha ha. The body was up for revenge! Last Wednesday night I felt something awful going on inside the tummeh and before I knew it, the toilet seat became my throne. And even when the going-back-and-forth-to-toilet-to-deposit-liquid-stools phase has finished, the pain stayed. So I had to distract myself from the pain by trying to study hard. Or rather the opposite happened.

Saturday will be the last exam, and I’m free.

But I’ve started to feel free now. I told you open book exams help.

Wish you all a nice day.

Crazy Weather

Man, seriously, what the heck is wrong with the weather?

I walked to the bus stop this afternoon with my bf and was complaining non-stop about how hot and bright the sun is. It’s not that I’m afraid of getting tanned or wrinkles or whatsoever, it’s just super uncomfortable having the heat “biting” your skin.

So I shielded myself behind my bf and after quite a long wait our bus came.

And guess what! When we alighted from the bus, suddenly you could hear thunder and the sky darkened.

Man seriously! It started pouring after that.

Wonder why.. Is it because the sun was so bright and hot, it sped up the evaporation of the water (particularly the sea)? Then it quickly formed clouds and whatnots and so it rained?

Haha I said I hated science but you can’t really get away from it when you learned it for 6 years. Hahaha.

So how’s the weather in where you live? ;)

 

part of NaBloPoMo 2008

part of NaBloPoMo 2008

Doing NaBloPomo, and NaNoWriMo

Mintea plurked about joining NaNoWriMo (and later, NaBloPoMo) and I got intrigued. Basically, NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo is a “movement” where you’re bound to finish a novel in one month (for NaNoWriMo) and post something on your blog everyday for a month (for NaBloPoMo).

It sounds crazy, I know. And pointless, maybe. But I joined anyway. Perhaps it’s one way to prove myself and give myself a challenge. Well as you can see my life has been pretty dull. Perhaps psych-ing myself to write write write and write for a whole month (and to mention that it’s near my exam!) will spice up my life (no, projects are not counted as spices).

So yeah. It’s 2 more days to go to November. Late, I know, for posting it now. I’ve got nothing prepared.

Let’s just embrace the challenge.

Pain

People say, because it’s an online life, don’t put too much your personal feelings into it.

But I say, when online life is a part of your life, not just another life altogether from your so-called real life, it doesn’t apply anymore.

People say, just don’t care about it. It’s just online and you can easily “switch off” and “ignore” it.

I say, no, it’s not that easy. Because they will keep pestering you for reasons I don’t understand. Because they will keep finding your faults and pointing them out to everybody. Because they’re still friends with your friends. Because they will confront you and laugh when you’re hurt.

People say, you can’t please everyone.

But was it a too extravagant request and hope to stay friends with everyone? Because the problem is finished, the chapter is closed, why not we just hold hands and be merry together again?

Pain, I feel. Pain, they inflicted.

But probably because it’s an online stuff, not face-to-face stuff, it’s easy for them to not care and just ignore the pain I feel. And it’s easy to “un-friend” me because the relationship can be terminated with just one or two clicks of “remove friend”. It’s easy to laugh about me because no, they won’t see my tears if they really do it in front of me. Or maybe they just don’t dare to do it in front of me.

I have always taken the neutral path and I just want to be friends with everyone. See the two sides, understand, and that’s it. But some people don’t work like that, I guess. There are only two sides and I can’t stand in between. You’re out and that’s it. Yeah, and there goes our friendship too. As easy as that.

People always have differing opinions. That’s why there’s a word “quarrel”. People don’t like to have differing opinions. It’s always easier to have people with same opinions. But there’s also a word “reconciliate”, to recover and go back to initial state before the quarrel.

But what if there wasn’t even a quarrel? What if suddenly you just see this person attacking you when yesterday you just chatted happily with the person? What if suddenly you just see bad things about you appearing? No quarrel, no initiation of reconciliation.

I don’t know how they feel after doing it. But for me, it’s only pain.

But I don’t think they care.