No time to go ice skating. No time to have a drink. No time to have a steak. No time to watch How I Met Your Mother. No time for meltdown. Only enough time for this short entry. Haha. Back to work. Fuck my life.
-Luke
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The Fine Line
Just early last week, a pretty distant uncle of mine was found dead in his house. The cause of death was a heart attack. The really morbid catch is that he was already dead for 8 days before his body was found. When his corpse was found on the bed (he died in his sleep, apparently), it was highly decomposed and his face was unrecognizable - his skull was exposed, the eyeballs were almost gone, the body was infested with maggots and flies. The stench was so pungent that his condo neighbours could detect it; the house had to to be "fumigated" to get rid of the terrible stench, and the smell could not be rid from his belongings.
The last I recollection I have of him is of him being a pretty fine specimen of a human being. Not bad looking, smart, well-groomed, good-hearted, pretty well-built. A guy who was rich enough not to work due to a large family inheritance, and went about doing the things he had a passion for, traveling overseas for mission and evangelistic trips, organizing christmas events for orchard road, being actively involved in Peranakan heritage activities. This guy lived a pretty full life, as far as I know. It is just weird how death can abruptly, mercilessly, and permanently uproot a man from life and the multiple communities he was a part of, into the realm of history, anonymity, and forgotten-ess. It is even weirder how an insidiously accumulated blockage in an artery is the determining line between the often taken-for-granted state of being a full-blooded living human being and the ignominy of being a mangle of decomposing flesh that people can't wait to get rid of.
Carpe diem while we're still in the former state. Cheers to life.
The last I recollection I have of him is of him being a pretty fine specimen of a human being. Not bad looking, smart, well-groomed, good-hearted, pretty well-built. A guy who was rich enough not to work due to a large family inheritance, and went about doing the things he had a passion for, traveling overseas for mission and evangelistic trips, organizing christmas events for orchard road, being actively involved in Peranakan heritage activities. This guy lived a pretty full life, as far as I know. It is just weird how death can abruptly, mercilessly, and permanently uproot a man from life and the multiple communities he was a part of, into the realm of history, anonymity, and forgotten-ess. It is even weirder how an insidiously accumulated blockage in an artery is the determining line between the often taken-for-granted state of being a full-blooded living human being and the ignominy of being a mangle of decomposing flesh that people can't wait to get rid of.
Carpe diem while we're still in the former state. Cheers to life.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Combined post
This is a combined post of two different things I wanted to talk about.
1)Isn't it weird when you are walking somewhere and then suddenly realize that you are walking in the completely wrong direction. It feels strange to suddenly turn 180 degrees while everyone is watching. I usually pretend I have received an sms that has caused me to change my course hahaha.
2)On the 11th, Nathaneal came to my house unannounced, in an attempt to coerce Reuben to violate his self enforced lock in and go out for dinner. In response to Reuben's refusal, he insisted that he would remove his clothes and lie down on the road until Reuben agreed. When Reuben failed to agree, he proceeded to remove his clothing except his underwear and lie down in front of my gate until Reuben finally agreed to go. My two conclusions are that Nathaneal must be one of the best friends imaginable and that he is a havoc king.
-Luke
1)Isn't it weird when you are walking somewhere and then suddenly realize that you are walking in the completely wrong direction. It feels strange to suddenly turn 180 degrees while everyone is watching. I usually pretend I have received an sms that has caused me to change my course hahaha.
2)On the 11th, Nathaneal came to my house unannounced, in an attempt to coerce Reuben to violate his self enforced lock in and go out for dinner. In response to Reuben's refusal, he insisted that he would remove his clothes and lie down on the road until Reuben agreed. When Reuben failed to agree, he proceeded to remove his clothing except his underwear and lie down in front of my gate until Reuben finally agreed to go. My two conclusions are that Nathaneal must be one of the best friends imaginable and that he is a havoc king.
-Luke
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