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Saturday, October 31, 2009


Music, when soft voices die
- Percy Bysshe Shelley-


Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory,
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.


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Monday, October 26, 2009


......and my little old lady's feeling much better this morning! XD She gave us the thumbs-up when we arrived, and even went so far claiming that she wants to cease oxygen therapy immediately and start mobilising with her Gutter frame! LOL.

I love this gutsy woman. Seriously. ^_^

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Tuesday, December 09, 2008

A Mother's Love.



So she died.

Dr. Yogeswari, 40, a veterinarian, mother of three children, and my father's friend - was one of the four who perished in Bukit Antarabangsa's latest calamity. She reportedly rushed back into her house after discovering her son was still inside. There she found the boy, and used her body to protect him from a falling beam....

She bled to death. But she died while trying to save her son's life.


Dr. Yoges, may your soul rest in peace.

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Friday, August 22, 2008

This little episode occured on my way back to Melbourne. Just over 4 hours ago.

There I was on the 5pm train in Seymour. It was one of those peak hours where carriages were brimming with passengers. So I sat next to a woman in her 40s. Very pleasant person, actually. We had a small chat. Turned out she was from Shepparton, and she was on her way to Melbourne. To visit relatives, she said.

She asked me where I came from. What am I currently doing here in Melbourne. And what was I reading at that time (was actually holding "The BookThief" by Markus Zusak).

I told her bits and pieces. She smiled amiably, and she later left me to my reading.

All was quite unremarkable until it was time for her to go.


She stood up, collected her bags, and gestured that she was about to alight from the train.

She leaned forward, gave me a hug and a light kiss on the cheek, then looked at me straight in the eye and said:

"Be careful. Do not always trust the people around you."

The woman walked towards the exit, and just before she left... she turned back to me - with that all-knowing look, a nod, an enigmatic smile and a slight wave of her hand.


For the next 20 minutes of my train-ride home, I was restless. Puzzled. Unnerved. Why would someone I barely know hug and kiss me on the cheek, out of the blue? More importantly, what was that warning for? What does she mean?

I still do not understand.

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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Don't you just love it when people still remember who you are, even though you haven't seen them for a while?

It may be just a small gesture - a nod, a pat on the shoulder, a smile. But it does go a long way for me, more so when the day seems dull and dreary.

It makes me happy, just knowing that I still belong....somewhere within the system. =)

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