Never Give Up Hope

I have been following a blog lately, written by a mother whose child was diagnosed of stage 4 Neuroblastoma at age of 10 months old.

I'm in awe that someone who is going through such a difficult time can capture so much of the emotion & love in writings on a daily basis.

Her blog started about 2.5 years ago, is till continuing this day and her sharing, which is both positive and informative, not only is helpful to all desperate parents out there, it also serves as a reminder on how strong we human being can be when faced with obstacles, whether you are an infant or an adult.

I then recalled a conversation with my bedridden friend in her last demise days one Christmas eve, here was how it went...


“Do you know what I wished for?”

“I’m going to tell you my wish even though you’re not supposed to tell wishes. Because I want you to remember it.”

“OK. But you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“Listen. I wished to live 4 times on earth. I want to live 4 times."

And then she paused, thinking about it, checking to see if she had put the right words to her deepest, most private yearning. I had my heart in my throat, afraid to breathe, willing myself to remember every second. And then she continued:


“Yes, I wish to live. Because I really like it here.”


This is how strong and positive we can all be. Never give up hope!

A Bane of My Existence

Rubik’s cube has always been a bane of my existence.

I was only able to solve one side as far as I remember, and absolutely no idea what to do after that.

I was also totally hopeless when introduced with the beginner's solution which requires memorizing a few algorithms - let alone this 12-sided IQ Pentagon puzzle.

A Bizarre Hue

As I expected, twitter went nuts with tweets about the apocalyptic red morning in Sydney.

It really was that bizarre changing hue and not been edited in photoshop.

Why Be Perpetually Late?

Haven't been writing for as frequent as I envisaged, because it took me a while to figure that there exists a norm for people to be perpetually late. Or I hate to say it is currently "in fashion".

I have always made a concerted effort to be on time or, usually early for every appointment, with few exceptions really, but every exception had been an opportunity for me to learn how to better manage the same circumstances next time.

Punctuality has become a trust issue in the western society. When you make an appointment, you are making a commitment to be where you said you’d be when you said you’d be there. You said you’d be here at 9 o’clock, but you are not here. If your word is not good enough about something as trivial as showing up on time, how can your word be any good about anything more important?

OK, you can almost always blame the traffic and come out clean and innocent, but if you think about it, if you can’t even consider the possibility of a little extra traffic in today’s western society, can I count on you to be handling anything else?

The attitude of the chronically late person who, when confronted, says,

“But I’m always on time for the things that are important.”

The message is loud and clear - when I’m late, it’s because I really don’t feel that whatever I’m late for is all that important.

For people I have a date with, I can only assure you that you are important and that your time is too valuable for me to be late.