---With great power comes great responsibilities---

National Day getaway-Turi Beach resort, Batam 

old pictures (mas's wedding). Wow. Has it been a year ago already? 

Siloso Beach on a Sunday 

life is just a big shithole

Same shit, different toilet. Same toilet, different days. Whatever you call it. Life is a big-ass shithole. Each time you managed to get all the way up to the top of the shithole, having a glimpse of the clear blue sky above, you fall again, this time deeper than the one you were before. Someone ever told me life's easier for me if everything is just shit and giggles. Maybe I do take everything around me, way too seriously. It is probably better for me and everyone around me if I take a piss at life and giggle at the shit that is thrown at me. Maybe. Probably.

Choice? Is there ever one?

Spoke to one of my best buds recently. Something he spoke about just linger in my head. We were just talking about some problems I was having at home recently. Family or friends? I remain pretty neutral to his point of view but as usual, it set me on my thinking trip. When we come into this world, we are born into a family, hopefully a treasured gift to a nice couple. We don't get to choose our family. We do not have a choice. We don't get to choose our parents, our siblings. As for friends, most of us make a conscious effort to choose who we call friends, no matter whatever the reasons are. They screw it up for us, we have a choice to call it off. But we can't do the same for family. No matter how many times they screw things up for us, cornering us.. Family will always be family. We are to forgive, forget and move along....

As like the news yesterday, a 36-year-old lady threw her one-day-old baby in a trashbag and placed him in her locker at her workplace at NTUC Supermarket. She was only arrested after two weeks. By then, the poor little thing was already in an advanced state of decomposition. I would think that the baby has no choice at all. If he did, he wouldn't have choose that irresponsible or probably mentally unstable lady for a mother.

2 months after chemo and 3 weeks after radiotherapy

Did my hair grow? Do I look normal now? The questions that linger in my head. It has been 2 months after my last chemotherapy and 3 weeks after my last radiotherapy. The part of my scalp affected my radiotherapy has not grown at all. However, the other areas are growing, slowly but surely. I still get stares now and then. I just couldn't care less these days. But don't get me wrong. Once in a while, I do get saddened by the fact that my long hair's all gone and somehow secretly wish that I still had them.. I will continue to chart my growth with pictures. Will see how much it has grown next month then.

The Arts House (5/8/2006)

Went for Muon's gig at The Arts House. The event had 4 different rooms, playing the different genre of music. Muon kicked ass with Brass Kinetics. The blend of the two different genre.. Excellent. Love it. Ginette did a great job with the visuals too. The most nostalgic part of the event was that it brought back memories of my first date with Sweetie. Two years later and here we are back at The Arts House...

School Disco (Waterfront Series, The Esplanade)

the great spy experiment (BayBeats)

Drummer not seen.. Me, right at the other corner of the stage..