I don’t know what’s weirder – that you’re fighting a stuffed animal, or that you seem to be losing.

YC: So how is the preparations for your November activity going?

Me; *gives him a puzzled look*

YC: It's in November, right?

Me: *has an inkling of what he's trying to say, but i want him to say it outright to prevent any misunderstanding* Just what on earth are you talking about?

KY: Aiyoh. What must you talk like that? Just say wedding lah.

Me: Yah lah. Why must you use some secret code word leh?

YC: You also know ah? Aiyah, then say so earlier mah. *laughs*

Me: *giving him my widest possible grin* What makes you think you're so special that i will only invite you, and not invite the others?

I could see his ego deflating like a tyre with a slow puncture. It's not that i enjoy doing this, but sometimes people tend to overrate themselves and someone needs to bring them back to earth.

Mozart never composed anything, ever! He copied what was written on his soul. - Marc Chagall

"If I Die Young"

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh, uh oh

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and
Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time

And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little, cold finger, I've
Never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand, there's a
Boy here in town who says he'll love me forever,
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life, well,
I've had, just enough time

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh (uh, oh)
The ballad of a dove (uh, oh)
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them, oh

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls

We hurl through an incomprehensible darkness. In cosmic terms, we are subatomic particles in a grain of sand on an infinite beach.

I didn't really know him that well.

Whenever i visit her, he would always be sitting at the family dining table quietly, watching the television. He would slowly half-raise a hand in greeting, when i called him. I felt satisfied by his acknowledgement and, maybe it's just my imagination, his silent approval of me.

When he entered the hospital, it seemed strange that he started talking to me. Once silent at home, he started asking for my name and we exchanged pleasantries. He seemed a lot better and livelier too.

When we visited him again, he was about to do some blood tests. The nurses were starting to wheel him away. When he saw us, he raised a hand in greeting and, maybe it's just my imagination, smiled. It was almost as if to say: Hello. Thank you for coming to visit me. I'll be back in a while and we can chit-chat again.

That was our last image of him.

It's been one year since he left us. She still feels the loss keenly, as if it were yesterday.

Even though i don't know him that well, i'm still affected by his passing away. I want to tell him that we're getting married and have his blessings to our marriage. I want him to be happy to see that his granddaughter is getting married. I want him to see how happy his granddaughter is.

I want him to attend our wedding.

Grandfather, i hope you're in peace. Please give us your blessing in our marriage. She misses you a lot.

If I get a bad grade, it’ll be your fault for not doing the work for me!

GL: You know our new colleague?

Me: Yarh?

GL: He's a scholar, you know.

Me: Uh-huh... *wondering what he's trying to say*

GL: So after he finishes his Masters, when you become APE (Assistant Principle Engineer), he would have become VP (Vice-President) already.

Me: *sarcastic* Thanks, man, thanks. Thanks for the encouragement.

Sigh... -___-