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Friday, August 18, 2006
So many things happened that I don't even have time to breathe...
What a birthday this year!

5th August. My only birthday celebration this year. Due to super tight budget constraints, I did not plan to celebrate my birthday. Leaving the monies fat in bank, for my house.



We watched Tokyo Drift. Nice show, nicer babes.

Then we went to redeem out ROM gift -- One Weekend Stay at Shangri-La Vally Wing Deluxe Room.




I couldn't find the right word to express how I felt about the room.. utterly sppechless.. Just know that we were very very happy to be there, it could just be an once-in-a-lifetime-experience. The bed was so huge(So was the price), it took 4 to 5 roll to get from one end to another.

7 August. A very Tao-y experience.




8 August. A small unplanned dinner with the clique. Such heart-warming moment reminded me: I have loved ones, and being loved in return. Love ya guys. I even managed to catch the Fireworks competition.

9 August. My Aunt passed away at 9:20am in the morning. Till then, I didn't know I had a god-ma. Not only that, the package came with a god-siblings as well. Well, at least my cousin would have half more sister to be company to him, although I couldn't help much.

10 August. Company Retreat at Tanah Merah Country Club.[Happy Birthday to Me]





16 August. My HDB first appointment. Now that unit is officially mine!

Today. 4 days straight of tuition. I'm so shagged. I couldn't even think! This is even more stressful than my own PSLE prelim. =(

And now, August is reaching an end already. 4 more months to go.
--Signing off at--
8/18/2006 05:33:00 PM
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Sad Story.. Waiting for Your Own End
Friday, August 04, 2006
What will happen if one day, the Doctor tell you that nothing is ever going to fix you. And u have less than 1/2 year to live?

I'd live everyday to the fullest, have a lot of nice food, be nice to everybody, visit nice places, you say. But what if, you are disabled, unable to look after yourself, are poor, and still have a disabled daughter to look after? They will put you in a home, to wait for your end. THEN, I'd rather not know I'm waiting for my own end, I can live on "living here until I recovered" theory. I can convinced myself that once I'm well, I can still go home. It's easier.

My Aunt's report is out. Not only it's cancer, the cells had spread to her lungs & part of other organs. Since she's a two-time stroke patient, and suffered from a kind condition in the brain that cause your nerve system to go hay-wire & start shrinking, the doctor decided that she cannot go through chemo. Her body simply cannot take the impact of it.

Now she'll be transferred to a home, where she will stay until she dies. As she still needs the medical attention.

What I am concerned is.. she is disabled, but she's alert. She still can think like a normal person, she still have emotions. Can you imagine, being confined to a bed, unable to know what's happening at your home, where the retarded daughter is currently staying alone, and your body aches everywhere due to the damn cancer cells, lying there until your time is up and God calls you home?

I shudder at the thought.
--Signing off at--
8/04/2006 11:49:00 AM
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