Remembering The Fleeting
Was lead to this blog from D W's blog. D W commented that this is the third person he "read" who passed on this year.
And these are young people, mind you. Nobody over 35 (I believe). Reading the last posts by some of these bloggers, it's hard to imagine that just a few days after they've penned their most recent post, these individuals were gone.
Ok today. Who knows about tomorrow?
Blogs became the platform for us to read about their(most intimate) thoughts. And it is always the final post that got me thinking about what could have happened after that post. And what was their life like, you know the flashbacks kinda thing...
The coulda's, woulda's and shoulda's. (Go listen to "Lai Bu Ji - Chen Shan Ni")
I rethink about my decision to stinge on giving.
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Fleeting thoughts I had for the past week or so:
- I had pop the 'my happy married life' bubble with the steel needle of reality, unknowingly :)
- I am bowing to my feelings of inadequacy to apply my translation skills into something bigger
- I am officially cynical and skeptical about 'finding (even) love (let alone "true love")'. It 'ding!' on me when I sniggered at a radio ad one day. The jingle was 'let's fall in love again!'. I told my colleague it's so cheesy.
- Yes Ladies & Gentlemen, I am very close to adopting a 'Spinster' mentality. BUT, I pray I will still look good and be nice to people. I know alot of these Spin Sistas' can be quite intolerable... :)
- As much as I know I desire to grab any opportunity to work/live overseas, I think I am not as strong as I think I am to pursue this dream
- I fear the day that my parents will get Alzheimer's disease. Every now and then, little actions by them seems to transmitting the message to me.
- I fear that I will be handicapped one day, and for the rest of my life. I fear the things I can't do, may do, might do, and eventually do.
I am afraid I am not mentally prepared for the last two items, if they happen. The fleeting thoughts for tonight.
Nothing is definite. Nothing is forever. Nothing is permanent.
And these are young people, mind you. Nobody over 35 (I believe). Reading the last posts by some of these bloggers, it's hard to imagine that just a few days after they've penned their most recent post, these individuals were gone.
Ok today. Who knows about tomorrow?
Blogs became the platform for us to read about their(most intimate) thoughts. And it is always the final post that got me thinking about what could have happened after that post. And what was their life like, you know the flashbacks kinda thing...
The coulda's, woulda's and shoulda's. (Go listen to "Lai Bu Ji - Chen Shan Ni")
I rethink about my decision to stinge on giving.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Fleeting thoughts I had for the past week or so:
- I had pop the 'my happy married life' bubble with the steel needle of reality, unknowingly :)
- I am bowing to my feelings of inadequacy to apply my translation skills into something bigger
- I am officially cynical and skeptical about 'finding (even) love (let alone "true love")'. It 'ding!' on me when I sniggered at a radio ad one day. The jingle was 'let's fall in love again!'. I told my colleague it's so cheesy.
- Yes Ladies & Gentlemen, I am very close to adopting a 'Spinster' mentality. BUT, I pray I will still look good and be nice to people. I know alot of these Spin Sistas' can be quite intolerable... :)
- As much as I know I desire to grab any opportunity to work/live overseas, I think I am not as strong as I think I am to pursue this dream
- I fear the day that my parents will get Alzheimer's disease. Every now and then, little actions by them seems to transmitting the message to me.
- I fear that I will be handicapped one day, and for the rest of my life. I fear the things I can't do, may do, might do, and eventually do.
I am afraid I am not mentally prepared for the last two items, if they happen. The fleeting thoughts for tonight.
Nothing is definite. Nothing is forever. Nothing is permanent.
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