May the Lord take her into the Kingdom of Heaven

R.I.P in the arms of God, Aunt Mary

My mum just sent me the sad news when I got back from church on Saturday evening. My auntie, who had also been battling the same Colon Cancer as my beloved Grandma and Aunt Janet, had passed away on Sat 12th May. That same disease had taken away the lives of 3 of my loved ones already, will it slowly take us all away too? Since my auntie was the 3rd case, the doctor had warned my mum and other aunties and uncles and maybe even the next generation down to have frequent checkups as this could be hereditary.

Whatever it is, in a time like this, I wished I could be back home with all my relatives and loved ones, to be with my cousins, nephews and nieces, just to be there for physical support. It brings tears to my eyes knowing I can't be there. So in respect, I would put off displaying the Culture Night photos for the time being. You might see a couple on friendster or my gamespot blog.

Culture Night Pre-Photo Comments

~ Last year, the PA System guys forgot to turn off the right channel for my song, thus I had to sing louder to outpower the actual singers, this year they actually stop short my song midway, and I had to stop abruptly on stage with my other casts, walk off stage to see what went wrong.

~ Then for our english song performance, the mic cackled so loud that it actually sounded like something was cackling in flames, ironic or what? Since our song title was "Eternal Flame" - by Atomic Kittens.

~ Then I forgot that my freaking camara could only record max. 3 mins, so the "oh-so-perfect" pre-ball rehearsal we had was painfully cut short since my song was 4min 24 secs.

~ Then as usual for every year, every ball, sweet darling buys me a corsage, but this time the flowers were "oh-so-big" that I looked like I'm wearing a bouquet on my wrist, so it was displayed on the table all night.

~ Then the food was actually great, but because they had come all the way from Springvale, they tasted a bit cold and not fresh or crispy(for the fried finger foods).

~ Then half the time, because the venue was small and the stage not up high, everyone's talking was amplified and no one really paid attention to the performances.

What a night, you tell me. Although I'd still like to thank those ISA members who put in the effort, but it's definitely something that should have been better. Photos will come in the next few days after I've copied from everyone else. Videos however, *fingers crossed* that I can get it successfully from Ammie soon. So have a good weekend everyone.

A competition that wasn't "me" and missing those that matter a whole heap

I lost every single match in Badminton last night. Yes, every single Mix Doubles or Womens Doubles match. Could it be because this is the first time I've been in a badminton competition or this is the 2nd time in five years I've played badminton again or maybe because I've been the biatch for choosing someone else to pair with instead of tubbs? Whatever it is, the feeling is numb and there is no such sore or whatsoever. In fact I'm glad at least tubbs will get a medal home, like he always does. And perhaps, I'm more of a tennis person, at least I win more games at tennis. Yes, that's right and we shall stop at that.

So it's the ISA Culture Night again tonight. Every year, it gets a little less meaningful, probably because the people that matter alot to me aren't around. I remember we used to be so excited about it days before, thinking of what to wear, getting ready hours before hand and stuff. Of course this year, there would still be an effort to look nice, because there are new friends around that care and I shouldn't have a callous attitude, otherwise it'll be unfair to them. But the feeling's just different. It just is, you know what I mean.
~ I miss my chabohs, my fun-loving and wild shoppaholic chabohs
~ I miss us going on a retail therapy trip down melbourne
~ I miss us going out for our Yum Cha sessions
~ I miss the crazy parties, clubbing and drinking till we're pissed sessions
~ I miss cooking meals, having dinner and chatting together

~ I miss Miko cooking "Mee hun kuey" for us and asking us go round to eat
~ I miss my pooh gang, going out for dinners at traralgon and the potluck
~ I miss the shopping at Chadstone and the short trips we took together
~ I miss going to church on Sundays with Tigger and to Midvalley after that
~ I just miss every single thing we did together as a gang or just a couple of us.

Oh how I "hate" Gippsland sometimes. It brings people together in the beginning yet tears them apart later. Maybe not mentally, but physically is bad enough.

Friends from Venus and Mars

(Edited Post)
I've read the book "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus" before. And in the beginning, the author starts with his wife needing his attention and getting him to run some errands just awhile after childbirth. And when the author doesn't understand her complains and forgets the errands, she told him one thing that made him reflected about himself; she said something like, "John Gray, you're a fair-weathered friend! When I am happy and all, you are willing to be with me, but when I'm sad or in times of need, you ignore me or walk away from me".

I can't quite remember if those were the exact words, but the point is there. Sometimes I can't help but feel that it's the same with friends as well. When there are happy posts of good food, handsome guys and fun stuff, there will be comments and chatter on the cbox. But when a post reflects sadness or my thoughts occasionally, where did everyone go? It's astonishing that there are more comments on my Gamespot blog; from people whom I only know through the Internet. What happened to the care and concern from real friends? Does "life" really take you away from everything?

Congrats to Stacey on her lovely twin girls and the relationship crystal

Firstly, congrats to Stacey, the first of "Pooh Gang" to get married and just gave birth to two beautiful twin girls Angela and Belinda, Belinda really looks like her. :) With that, I pondered about when will it be my turn? Or at least to walk down the aisle in that pretty white gown with my future husband; the one who is supposedly the "right one", who understands you best, who loves you and only you, who is supposed to be together with you, for better or for worse, in health and sickness, and to live happily ever after.

But it's not always the case, isn't it? The "right one" might become the "wrong one" after a few months, or a few years? When you quarrel, you start to see only the ugly side of your partner, you might forgive, but you can't forget. I've always wondered how couples quarrel and yet their love for each other remains the same or gets even deeper. I salute them for their honour of love.

Being single is a pain, but sometimes, being attached can be an even bigger pain. To me, a relationship is like a piece of crystal, with every quarrel and bad karma comes a scratch, and with each scratch it loses its significance. In the end, would the piece of crystal be able to sustain the wear and tear? Would I try to hide the flaws and keep it or would I put it away and never wanting to see it again?