Work keeps my mind off of you.
Junhao left a comment, so I decided to google your name.
Huiting,
these people cried with me.
Emily
Rudechild
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
In Loving Memory
Dedicated to you. Choo Huiting, Celine.
So sad of your passing Saturday night.
Muscles broke and bones tore.
Couldn't help but fall on my knees in disbelief.
But it hit after talking to more members.
Uncontrolled they streaked, down the cheeks they burn.
Like rubber on asphalt. Damn it hurt.
Saw you at your brother's wedding only a week ago.
You were beaming. No less.
You celebrated the joy of your brother.
And the freedom to drive.
You looked different that night.
"Older" you said. "Pretty, nontheless" I replied.
I insisted I stayed and talked to you, even though its your brother's wedding.
I insisted to have a photo taken.
Least I know it'll be the last I'll see of you.
After crying at the break of news.
I dreaded going to your wake.
Why is it a called wake, when people are there grieving.
I hate to go to the coffin to see your face.
The warmth of tears warms my eyelids.
I've only been to wakes for relatives of friends who died.
Only to be a support for them.
Where do I stand now, when it's your relatives who need a support.
There was a book where we had to sign in.
And to add a little note.
Everyone wrote something.
"you'll always be remembered" they say.
I left mine blank.
Things said to you should have been said 4 days ago.
Tell me the pastures is greener on the other side.
Tell me how's it like to lie of green pastures.
To look in His glory.
In lovin' memory.
So sad of your passing Saturday night.
Muscles broke and bones tore.
Couldn't help but fall on my knees in disbelief.
But it hit after talking to more members.
Uncontrolled they streaked, down the cheeks they burn.
Like rubber on asphalt. Damn it hurt.
Saw you at your brother's wedding only a week ago.
You were beaming. No less.
You celebrated the joy of your brother.
And the freedom to drive.
You looked different that night.
"Older" you said. "Pretty, nontheless" I replied.
I insisted I stayed and talked to you, even though its your brother's wedding.
I insisted to have a photo taken.
Least I know it'll be the last I'll see of you.
After crying at the break of news.
I dreaded going to your wake.
Why is it a called wake, when people are there grieving.
I hate to go to the coffin to see your face.
The warmth of tears warms my eyelids.
I've only been to wakes for relatives of friends who died.
Only to be a support for them.
Where do I stand now, when it's your relatives who need a support.
There was a book where we had to sign in.
And to add a little note.
Everyone wrote something.
"you'll always be remembered" they say.
I left mine blank.
Things said to you should have been said 4 days ago.
Tell me the pastures is greener on the other side.
Tell me how's it like to lie of green pastures.
To look in His glory.
In lovin' memory.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
HK Day 1
Day 1: Singapore - Macau
Terminal 1
After reaching Macau, we took a ferry to Kowloon, HK. It felt like going back to Tekong, without the irritating instructional penguin video and probably 10 times faster, 10 times longer.
Yes. New Ferry Gate 13. And that's a bridge (they have a couple of those) in Macau that stretches above sea level.
When in Rome (China), do what the people do. Victory Poses!
HK
Taxi wouldn't take us to the hotel (or hostel/motel) because our address was written in English. It was written Lup Shun Hotel on Nathan Road. For pete's sake! The street names are written in English, what are you talking about when you say "I don't know Nathan Road".
"me no speeky engulush" would be a better answer.
I like to title this part of the trip "The Amazing Race"
We had better leg room on the plane.
Okay. This is the first time traveling without parents' supervision. So there'll be lessons learnt along the way.
Lesson 1: Never order what you can't read.
People in HK speak and read (possible?) in cantonese. So after reaching the hotel, we decided to head out for dinner. We walked around temple street, and after a while we decided to "settle"
Lesson 2: Never "settle" la
[la] singlish slang for a period or fullstop.
We went into the first restaurant we saw, and it was a claypot or steamboat place. But somehow, we didn't go in, but we went into the next one a Curry House. Forgetting that Victor couldn't eat curry, we wanted out. But my brother didn't get the hint so he pretty much stood in the doorway whilst the rest of us were facing the exit already. Soon the owner came and served us. Being obliging (Victor shared stories of Singaporeans getting killed by HKmafia after not obliging), we decided to sit.
Apparently they were the "professional curry people". So we decided to order 2 curries and 5 plates of rice and a naan. One pork curry, one mango beef dry curry.
First the professionals served us the wong (pun intended) pork curry, and the beef came in triangular pieces. "It look a lot like liver" I thought to myself. We ate. Victor said the beef tasted like chewing gum. So we asked the professionals what it was.
No prizes for guessing. It's cow's tongue.
"Don't play with your food Ken" - that's what I would have heard if my parents came along.
It was pretty bad, after you scrape off the curry, you can see the taste buds on the tongue.
I like to call this part of the journey "Fear Factor".
We had to wash it down. Thanks to Bella, I've got a recommendation to go to Xu Liu Shan. This monopoly of mango dessert house was on almost every corner.
We even got card that entitles us free dessert after 10 stamps. We didn't make very far.
After that we went to get Victor his toothbrush. That was it for the first day. Pretty much the most eventful throughout.
Lesson 3: Beef Tongue is translated as niu li
Notice Jo's head tilt
Terminal 1
After reaching Macau, we took a ferry to Kowloon, HK. It felt like going back to Tekong, without the irritating instructional penguin video and probably 10 times faster, 10 times longer.
Yes. New Ferry Gate 13. And that's a bridge (they have a couple of those) in Macau that stretches above sea level.
When in Rome (China), do what the people do. Victory Poses!
HK
Taxi wouldn't take us to the hotel (or hostel/motel) because our address was written in English. It was written Lup Shun Hotel on Nathan Road. For pete's sake! The street names are written in English, what are you talking about when you say "I don't know Nathan Road".
"me no speeky engulush" would be a better answer.
I like to title this part of the trip "The Amazing Race"
We had better leg room on the plane.
Okay. This is the first time traveling without parents' supervision. So there'll be lessons learnt along the way.
Lesson 1: Never order what you can't read.
People in HK speak and read (possible?) in cantonese. So after reaching the hotel, we decided to head out for dinner. We walked around temple street, and after a while we decided to "settle"
Lesson 2: Never "settle" la
[la] singlish slang for a period or fullstop.
We went into the first restaurant we saw, and it was a claypot or steamboat place. But somehow, we didn't go in, but we went into the next one a Curry House. Forgetting that Victor couldn't eat curry, we wanted out. But my brother didn't get the hint so he pretty much stood in the doorway whilst the rest of us were facing the exit already. Soon the owner came and served us. Being obliging (Victor shared stories of Singaporeans getting killed by HKmafia after not obliging), we decided to sit.
Apparently they were the "professional curry people". So we decided to order 2 curries and 5 plates of rice and a naan. One pork curry, one mango beef dry curry.
First the professionals served us the wong (pun intended) pork curry, and the beef came in triangular pieces. "It look a lot like liver" I thought to myself. We ate. Victor said the beef tasted like chewing gum. So we asked the professionals what it was.
No prizes for guessing. It's cow's tongue.
"Don't play with your food Ken" - that's what I would have heard if my parents came along.
It was pretty bad, after you scrape off the curry, you can see the taste buds on the tongue.
I like to call this part of the journey "Fear Factor".
We had to wash it down. Thanks to Bella, I've got a recommendation to go to Xu Liu Shan. This monopoly of mango dessert house was on almost every corner.
We even got card that entitles us free dessert after 10 stamps. We didn't make very far.
After that we went to get Victor his toothbrush. That was it for the first day. Pretty much the most eventful throughout.
Lesson 3: Beef Tongue is translated as niu li
Notice Jo's head tilt
Thursday, May 01, 2008
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