Counting down...
Wherever you are at this moment, be contented to have gone through 2005 healthy and peacefully. And if it wasn't for you, may 2006 be one.
Like the dream of a spring night, even the happiest days will perish, just like dust before the wind.
Wherever you are at this moment, be contented to have gone through 2005 healthy and peacefully. And if it wasn't for you, may 2006 be one.
2005 in a glance...
Caught A History of Violence last sunday and I simply loved the film.

The cast was great. Especially the leads. It prompted me to think about Forgiveness. 許すことは容易ではない。
The shocking past of the male lead was revealed to the disbelief of his wife and children.
He was forced to face a past he had tried so hard to hide and now back to haunt him.
In the last scene, was quiet yet powerful as forgiveness sets in.
Forgiveness. The newspapers this week are splashed with articles on NKF's audit results. And the public disgrunts on the disgraced former CEO T.T.Durai.
"シンガポールで今、国民の怒りをかっているのは国内最大の慈善団体NKF(National Kidney Foundation)。NKFはもともと腎臓の病気を患っている人への治療代等を援助する目的でできたNPO団体である。最近、その不透明な金の流れが少しづつバレてきている。実際1ドルにつき10セントしか本来の目的である活動に使われていないとThe Straits Timesも語気を強めて批判している。募金の多くはスタッフの給料・ボーナス、あるいはNFK名義での高級マンション購入などに使われてきたらしい。" こっち The public has expressed their unhappiness on the papers, and many has since withdrew their contributions. Yes, the NKF now is the new NKF after the revamp, but it is not so easy to forgive what Durai had done.
Just like how for decades, Japan's war past has plagued its progress and its relations with its neighbours. No doubt many have forgiven, but the past returns when put to use in politics. And it'll constantly surface as a result.
Personally, forgiveness has come to mean that i do not hate the man who had brought me to this world, then left me in ruins. But it does not entail that i will treat him the way i did then.
For my mum, she has not come to forgive the mother who gave her away to a family which did not embrace her wholeheartedly. She was robbed of kinship, of paternal love, of family warmth. These days, she has been talking about it. Sometimes, she tears when she confronts her past.
Is Christmas a season of love? A time for one to forgive whatever has happened this year? Well, it's easier said than done. Send me a parcel of love, Santa.

I've been mistaken for a malay yet again today. I was buying some stuff from a chinese elderly lady at a provisions shop, for ten seconds she sprouted a few lines of malay. I just smiled at her and paid for my item. For the uninitiated, I supposedly bear much resemblance to a malay. Not that I have anything against that, it's just that I don't quite get it. The indian lady at the indian foodstall in the school canteen, even my fellow classmate in japanese class mistook me for a malay. Hmm, identity crisis. Anyway, this relates to an issue I've been pretty interested in lately - Ethnicity. In a racial-rojak country like Singapore, we seem to be very sensitive and interested in who's malay, who's chinese or who's indian. And then, out comes the stereotypes affixed to each race.
I have been waiting for the arrival of Sayuri. When is she going to reach our shores?
