THINK

My father works in a bag manufacturing company and brings home completed bag samples everytime he comes back from Mynmar. I have so many bags tucked everywhere and I can’t bear to throw them away. If anyone or anyone knows anyone wants free bags, please tell me.

The last time i walked from bedok to commonwealth, it took me 6 hours from 8am to 2pm, but i was’t able to calculate how fast i was walking – continuously.

I just got back from a 5 hour walking trip from harbourfront to bedok. Super aching now! This time, however, i think i can calculate a reasonable walking speed because i took a cab back to commonwealth!

While I used the slowest means to get there, I certainly took the fastest cab ever (at least for myself). It was cruising at an average of 115 km/h and at one stretch along PIE it hit 130 km/h!! The whole cab was shaking madly as the driver swirves (.. pardon the spelling) its way through. The whole time I was holding on to the seat belt, ensuring it is locked tight. Reached in less than 15 mins. the last horror of the day was the fare: $20.40, but he said, “Aiyah, 40 cents no need lah”.

With these data, I would be walking at average of 5.5 km/h.

L’s beloved auntie was lying on the bed, supported only by an air compressor unit that helps her breathe her last breaths. Every breath she took was accompanied by a loud gasp. People have come to see her last moments, quietly anticipating her passing without anything that we can do to make it less painful for everyone.

There wasn’t even a twitch in my heart. No pain. No grieve. Auntie is L’s very close relative, even closer to her than to her mother. I should share the burden and feel at least sad. But I think I didn’t. I considered the fact that I wasn’t close to her, nor did I see her that often enough to develop feelings for her. But these are not good enough reasons to explain the void in me.

It was very clear to me, and it is still clear now, that I was totally rational and zero emotional. Every reason to mourn was countered based on practical grounds, and I begin to wonder how it is possible to be upset over such an event when there are not logical reasons to feel this way.

I looked closely at auntie and started to imagine my mother in her position. No sadness. I imagine L lying there waiting to go. No sadness as well. I think I’ve leveled up.

Everybody is talking about the new facebook now. I quickly got into some love-hate relationship with it. The day when it was launched it caused so much trouble that they had to revert back to the old interface. I think it is still not clear when they are going to bring back the new version. And it would be so difficult for us to plan for both the old and new features in our upcoming apps.

This is how it looks like:

the new facebook look

You can change your old facebook to the new one by going to new.facebook.com and you will be logging into it forever. The “back to old facebook” link doesn’t seem like working for me.