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“Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.“
~ Kahlil Gibran
Not quite back yet. Am considering a completely different blogging style

Since my first entry in early July 2004, blogging has been a big part of my life, through the good and bad and contemplative and angry. I tried to be careful about the identities of the people I wrote about and it generated mixed reviews. I tried to be civil but still ended up being vulgar for quite a few bits.
To be honest, blogging can be rather narcissistic for there would be a sense of pride when the stats counter jumped. And despite the once in a blue moon misunderstandings, I did enjoy writing for myself, friends and family in the past 4.5 years.
However, I’m at a different place now – spiritually (not in the religious sense), mentally and emotionally. And blogging cease to exist there. I’m a little tired of the self-censorships on the entries. I’m also fail to see the need of trying to stake a claim in the world by throwing my thoughts into cyberspace. Most importantly, I’ve learnt the merits of introspectiveness and the power of undisclosed information.
I’ll continue to write about things that happen to me, my thoughts and feelings. In fact, I have always written and accumulated diaries since I was 7. And I’ll continue to write to/for those I love.
Maybe I’d blog again, someday. But it wont be here, nor anytime soon.
Esto es adiós – farewell.

The funTies started with zhichar at Chinatown, walked to Macs at Liang Court, settled at Brewerkz for the good part of the evening, and ended with Bak Kut Teh near UE.
Ushering the new year with the people who you grew up with is the best way to do it. Plus one unexpected phone call and a couple of messages from those you thought forgot. Comfort, bonds and testimony to friendships enduring the tides of time.
And since the NRs were packed and I refused to call for cabs which were happily exploiting the situation, I made a 5.2km trek home in 2.5in heels at 3am in the morning.
The journey gave me time to reflect on 2008. And made me remember the qualities I strive towards; and that we can do anything we set our hearts to.
New year celebrations continue today till the weekends!
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.” ~ Neil Gaiman