Light promise

It has been over a month now, since Mr. W and I first got to know each other in the hospital where I was posted to for a clinical attachment. During which he was discharged and transferred for rehabilitation and step-down care. Since then, our client-nurse relationship turned into friendship as I started visiting him.

Two days ago I bought him newspapers and some extra breakfast. This was my last visit besides today's. He wanted me to come this morning to bring the Sunday newspapers and perhaps some roti canai, so I told him I would do so(today) two days ago.

In other words I was supposed to go see him this morning. However I nearly woke up late for church. Totally went on with the day's activities without calling Mr. W to inform him that I would visit later during the day. He called me by noon. I explained that I might bring him the newspapers in the evening as I was out in town. And I did. Just came back from the hospital, by the way.

Sigh, now as I look back, did I take my promise to Mr. W too lightly? I knew he wouldn't(couldn't) mind because I am practically one of his only friends around. In fact, I visit him more frequently than any members of his family and friends. Not to mention I have absolutely no obligation to visit him at all in the first place.

A promise is a promise nonetheless.

I said I would visit him in the morning but only showed up in the evening. A man is as good as his word. I feel sorry for taking a promise too lightly no matter how "light" this promise was meant to be.

Foto Friday

Finally got my hands on Love Shine Through

music album by Tim Hughes.

Excellent cover design!

Can't wait to listen to the songs.

Sister in NS

Matriculation? Harap maaf...
Teachers' training college? Harap maaf...
National Service? Tahniah!

That's the goodness of our oh so wonderful Malaysian government towards my sister. See how well they are to her.

What more shall I say? Could I stop if I were to start talking about how I feel with regards to my sister's plight?

Keep out. I will bite.

Watch what you watch

Feeling bored? Wondering what to turn to when you're done with the stuff you usually read?(Or you don't read so much?) When you cannot sleep and your iTunes playlist starts to bore you a bit, what do you do?

I watch some movies and TV series online during my free time. Illegal? Sue me.

Recently, I took noticed; the new shows I tend to pick usually have to do with crime. Not trying to say anything, but some people have turned violent after watching too much violent stuff, no? I seen documentaries of sex maniacs and serial rapists who claim they would not had been what they were, if not for pornography during their teenage years.

You are what you eat. What enters your body will inevitably change you from within, given time. Surely there is more than just food to the mouth. We have sound waves and visible light; coming to our ears and eyes.
Just a reminder to myself, reminding myself out loud here so that readers who stumble upon this blog post might be blessed(warned) too.

Better watch what you are watching.

The Sky is Singing

The sky is singing,

pouring life unto earth.

Its cotton soaked through,

bringing rain to us.

The sky is roaring,

we can not disrespect.

The sound of thunders dance,

loudness fills below.

Waters from above reaching

right beneath the ground.

Passing by our eyes,

through centuries of soil;

Springs of well-being,

blessings be mankind to.

© Joel Yap

From a distance

"Emo-ing" today.

I could ever only watch from a distance?

Not much interaction, not much friendship possiblilities. So I was taught this evening.

Studying sociology. I believe it makes me smarter. Able to make informed decisions, scientific data to back rationales. Chances of going wrong may be reduced. Yet I feel even more depressed after today's lesson.

I could ever only watch from a distance?

"Emo-ing" today.

Surprise phone call

It rang, when I wanted to go to bed. Yes, I plan to go to bed this early but I guess I have enough time for one blog post here and now.

I was feeling a little homesick so I occupied myself by having some fun in editing a few old photographs taken few months back. As I was done with the last piece for the night I wanted to make my way to the bathroom already. Suddenly the mobile phone rang. "This is odd, my Singaporean phone doesn't ring often," I thought. So I picked it up, and immediately recognised the voice on the other side! It was Mr. W speaking in his unique accent which was and most probably always will be, pleasant to my ears despite my difficulty understanding him at times.

Looks like an ex-patient has been missing me. Or maybe he is now out of wet tissues, which I gave to him, by the way. I had been visitting him on and off for a few weeks now, ever since his discharge from Tan Tock Seng Hospital.

Anyway, I'll see him in the morning. After buying Tamil newspapers and perhaps some food. Speaking of which, sometimes it's fun to watch the expression on the cashier's face(and maybe some customers' too) whenever I go to buy Tamil newspapers. At times they might not even resist checking with me, "Do you know this is in Tamil?" and I always enjoy replying "Yes!" to them. And whenever Mr. W offers me payment for the stuff I bring along during my visits, I reject him gladly. However I appreciate his appreciation even more!






This was the first time he called me.
Oh what joy it is to put a smile on Mr. W's face.

Did you say you won't let go?

Tell me why

did you say you won't let go?

Did you say you won't let go?

Tell me why.

I was a kite in the sky

clinging to your caring hands.

You wanted me to soar on high;

tell me why did you let go.

Holding on to you-

everything that meant to me.

Alas, there were thorns

the strings attached.

Justified, you may let me go?

If I ever hear from you,

tell me why.