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What are "facts" "values" "right" "real" about life, about us being "humans" truly meant really living or really suffering? Recently we met up with an "ex" colleague, she was gone before I was there, but the old and current gang hit it off so we continue to have lunches and "auntie" sessions complaining about work, life, husbands, wives, kids, school . . . Last Thursday was the result day for the PSLE Primary School Leaving Examination, the 1st dreaded "elimination" round of any youths. At the tender age of 12, they fight tooth and nail to enter the best possible secondary school there can be in Singapore ***1st pressure test is in Primary 4, 10 years of age, where they are "streamed" or "sorted" based on academic level into EM1 EM2 and EM3, 1 being the best and then... So, the eldest daughter of our dear friend was due to collect her result and boy did she score an aweso

One of those days in Toronto, sitting in Patrick's  room on Sunny's bed after shower, Pat was telling me about this girl long time ago that he met at a car show, who's life's a mess and she eventually took her own life and they found her in a closet. How mess up can life be? Her own brother raped her, and she's with this boy friend who's not exactly nice, and she called pat one day and told him she's gonna leave and pat ask if there's anything he could do and if I remember vaguely was that he said all he could do was just to listen to her. At that point in time my thoughts were exactly to steer clear of negative people. And partly such extreme thoughts were because of the grief and emotional baggage Pat would have, being the last few person who did have contact with her. At least he knew he did what he could and that there's really nothing more could've been done. Fast forward to 2018, where the funny and great Anthony Bourdain & t

I think I am dying slowly, sorry, we all are, but it's just that I think I maybe dying a lot quicker than most obese people.  My brain is losing one of it's few primary function - remembering. I know as we age, the brain loses it's cells and we do lose that few bit of memory but I am 31 years YOUNG, not pregnant, haven't given birth to kids and haven't been through the torrid torture process that kills virtually every positive living cell in your body called "marriage" YET. Often on the go I would have some Eureka moments which I felt the urge to blog about, I re-read my blogs a lot to sort of gauge how far or near have I came, what has changed and many other things BUT this is just one of those moments when I actually had the time and sat down and open my Firefox, typed in w w w dot blogger dot com and my brain goes as blank as the page sheet upon clicking "new post" Any how, life's a lot better, hours are better but I am mentally