Goodbyes are forever.

Death is inevitable.

We are never quite prepared for death. We get a phone call to say " She's in the hospital." and the next call says " She left us." And left us she did in August 2008.
I saw for the first time my uncle and cousins shed tears. And I stand there in remorse, wishing I had spent more time with her. I watched as my mother struggled to cope with her sudden death. And until today, she sheds tears as she reminisce the days we sat around her living room, taking in her infectious laughter, her great humour, her incredible intelligence and her breathtaking charisma.

In 2009,

I lost my cousin. Details as to the cause of the accident will remain unknown. Many have made callous remarks about the accident. But the fact remains that his wife and children will now have to learn to live without him. At the funeral, I am reminded that "A parent should never have to bury his child." But such is life. Death comes a knocking when we least expect it.

2010 greeted me with news that the ex's mum has cancer. This time around, it has spread to her bronchial areas. I feel a pang of guilt. She tells me he's devastated but she is coping well. I tell the BF, I will visit her as some regrets can never be made right. And if anything were to go wrong for her, I will never forgive myself for not taking time off to see her.

In 2010, I have made no resolutions. In truth, I never had.

After all they say, eat well, stay fit, die anyway.

And when I die, I hope my parents know I love them, my siblings know I will never trade them for the world, my friends understand I appreciate them and the BF remembers he is my soulmate.

I guess, that is my 2010 resolution.

Please adopt me!

Puppy up for adoption.

(Hand/arms holding up puppy not part of adoption package.)

We're just not meant to understand everything

I will never understand

... girls who say "Missing baby/ I miss my baby/ Need my baby/ Any other variation of missing her baby " as their FB status.

... why some people almost run you off the road while overtaking when the traffic light right in front is red.

... farmville/cafe whatchamacallit/pet society /what not games on FB.

... why skinny guys feel the need to pile on the weights on their bars when they obviously cannot maintain the strength throughout the whole class at the group X class.

... guys doing BodyJam. Sorry, very wrong.

... people who go off on a holiday but have no pictures of any scenery, but millions of up close, self taken portrait of themselves in different poses.

... the Japanese kawaii look and uncute Malaysians trying to imitate it.

... people who TYPE words such as *bluek* *nom nom nom*. They are sounds. For children below the age of 12. or 8.

... OBC.(and OBC-ians)

... Jonas Brothers. They don't sing. They make squelching, constipated noises.

... children in bikinis. Children in magazines in bikinis. Children wearing skimpy clothes. Children wearing skimpy clothes in brochures.

... people who take forever in a dressing room, only to come out in a towel and two pieces of clothing in their hands.

... people who shave their legs in the gym shower and leave hair not only on the ground, but on the walls as well.

.. people who have BO so bad I can smell it over the shower.

.. the Chinabeng who dances to no music and with floppy hair outside the gym studio. Alone. In front of the mirror.

... why the Paddington pancake house cannot provide me with iced cold water, but are able to give me a glass of warm water and a glass of ice.

... why the lady at the Maxis payment counter refused to let me make payment until I got a number, even though the whole place was deserted.