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“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. READ MORE

Graduation, Give Thanks, God.

Dear God,
Tomorrow’s my convocation, although you probably already know that. And you probably know all that I’m going to say in this entry as well, but I’ll write it down anyway because unlike you, I tend to forget. I haven’t been writing much lately either.
In the past 5 years and a half, I’ve asked for a lot of things, and you’ve given me almost everything I asked for and the only reason I didn’t get certain things was because you gave me better. This note does not sum up all my thank you’s (I think I’ve covered some of them along the years), but yeah, you get the idea. READ MORE

Just Look Outside

Once in awhile, my research partner and I like to talk about God, and take a jab at the few things about organized religion that we can’t stand. He’s a more logical person, and has lost all passion for religion a few years ago. While we have many different opinions about things (we talk about Darwin’s theory, Nietzsche’s philosophy, etc), there was something I shared that he couldn’t help but agree with me. I said something along these lines, READ MORE

The Broken Hairband

Have you ever had that moment when you realize, “I’ve had enough. It’s time to make a change.” ?
Sometimes it’s so easy to fall into the trap of self-pity, whereby we blame others and everything else in the world for the things that didn’t go our way. Note that I used the phrase “didn’t go our way” instead of the usual “wrong” because what seems wrong to us, does not necessarily mean the same to others. Or maybe what we wanted was actually wrong, and the diversion rectified the mistakes we made. Makes sense? READ MORE

How Sweet The Sound

After church, my friends and I were talking about the song Amazing Grace. We concluded that it is overused at funerals, and underused at normal occasions such as Sunday services. I’ve always liked this song because of its really beautiful lyrics, and it’s one of those songs that when I sing it, I mean every word. And the history of how this song came about is awe inspiring.
We need more songs like these. READ MORE

Hush, The World’s Watching You.

Every morning, I put on the jug kettle to boil some water for coffee.  Normally, there will be plenty of water left sitting in the jug after I’ve made my portion of magic potion.  Most of the time I’d throw the water away the next morning and boil a fresh round.  After all, I prefer drinking distilled water from the dispensing machine.  The funny thing is, nowadays the jug kettle is empty every morning.  I don’t think evaporation happens that fast in a closed container either.  Another weird thing is that each time I leave my dirty cup on the sink to be soaked, it’s cleaned the next time I check on it.  Every. Single. Time. READ MORE

Hold On To That Speed of Light – Finale

“This is your last week?  You’re leaving us already?”
After 8 months of industrial training I’ve become quite acquainted with the receptionist who once kind of intimidated me.  We continued to chat a little, with her asking me about my future plans like everyone else did.
Everyone was packing, even the permanent employees.  The company was undergoing some renovation and everyone had to be shifted to a temporary space.  Coincidentally, the packing day was the same day as my last – so it kind of added some dramatic effect to my exit.  Boxes everywhere, and I was helping my supervisor filter the things he no longer needed. READ MORE

Hold On To That Speed of Light – Part 4

**Contains snippets of in-between thoughts from the author’s crowded mind.  May be boring.**
I find myself once again in a familiar place – the check-in counter where I almost missed my flight home. The only difference is that this time I’m on my way to another foreign land, a sleepy town called Sandakan at the Land Below the Wind.  I have a zero-fare ticket in my pocket and the perfect companion/host by my side.  So why shouldn’t I go? READ MORE

Hold On To That Speed of Light – Part 3

“I’m gonna paint my wall blue.”
I figured if I was going to get used to home, I was going to make it as homey as I could.  I wanted my own personal space where I could come home and unwind from a hard day’s work.  Dim lights would do the trick too.
My dad was quite cooperative in this little mission of mine.  I think he wanted me to feel very much at home as well, so this time he grumbled less and took home some paint catalogues for me the next day.  Thanks to dad, the wall was as blue as I wanted it to be within a couple of days. READ MORE

The Finish Line

We are early.  A little too early that we are spoilt for choices when in choosing our seats.  As I look around I spot a couple of familiar faces – people whom I have specifically come tonight for.
“So you’re all pink tonight.  Pink is the new black, so I heard.”
“Yup, have to.” He shrugs, with a slight hint of nerves.  Who wouldn’t be anxious anyway?  It’s a big night.  It’s the big stage.  It’s the big show.  It’s the big finish line. READ MORE

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