Honor... and my own choice

Life is nothing but a fleeting dream... it seems and sounds too surreal.

Just received a message on 20th July 2012 on Facebook regarding the death of a lecturer who was in charge of the LMGT and ISCM 2009 2nd Batch of OIP students. You will surely be sorely missed Mr Wong Chun Chong. Honestly,I never attended the funeral. Well,I guess most people would be calling me a 'heartless prick' by now...

I just feel that there are other ways to remember and honour the dead. It's the analogy of some people not crying when they get hurt. Not that they couldn't it's just a matter of other reasons not to. 

For me?
I just honour people silently and remember the times, no matter how short they were, and smile vaguely into thin air. 

The things I distinctly remember about Mr Wong was during the OIP with him being the 'janitor' due to the flooded toilet in my dorm and that we were always debating on the lyrics to a mandarin song as to what the lines after '空中梦想家' was...
PS: It's UFO. I confirmed it much to our rndless laughter then. Kept singing the song with Zee Min to annoy the hell out of people in general.

This sucks. Being sentimental with a heavy heart... even now. All the more I reaffirm that polytechnic education was one of the best things in my life as it was responsible for my optimism and experience as well as meeting great mentors and peers.

I grew to realise that while the overall experience of being in polytechnic was no different from when I was in Secondary and primary school, I was still most attached to the education system of polytechnic.

That aside, I am off my internship after one month. Probably got booted off but what the heck. Lols.

Then yesterday, on the 26th July, 12 people went to 四弯岛 for prayers mostly. The entourage included my family members, Uncles Kenji, Jerry and Alvin fro TFT, my grandmother and an elder I called 婆婆 in Hokkien and my Uncle and Aunt.

The 12 of us managed to book an entire bumboat and we proceeded to the island after 1 hour plus. And the reason it seemed to take so long is appearently because we had to take a huge detour because... Singapore is expending due to land reclaimation... Dots.

Honestly, I wasn't in the best of moods (It always F***ing  happens whenever I 'force' my body to alter it's bio clock for sleep. Plus, I wake up often as well...) and was becoming more grouchy considering I never agreed to go in the first place.

(Rule number 1 " Silence does not equate to consent ok?)

Anyway, made it to the temple and queues up to have a consulatation with the 'deity' (rather then god because I am gravitated towards Taoism) medium. Meanwhile, we were all going after the mangoes!! It's Mango season and the plantation around the temple is bountiful, right for the harvest.

Honestly, I am more creeped out by the statuette of the deity spirit rather then the medium. Sorry la. It's unnerving and I was somewhat apprehensive as the medium was speaking in rasping and soft Hokkien so I could roughly figure out what was he saying and thankfully, I have Hokkien speaking dad? Lols

The thing is I left the consultation more confused then clarified about what I should have intended to do. Put it simply, between what I SHOULD do and what I WANT to do, the latter seems to fit in with the consultation. 

And I would never, ever eat Lobster (龙虾) with dad again. As if the 龙虾 was not enough, there was also herbal Lobster thrown into the mix. 

Personally, I was never a fan of crustaceans. Needless to say, I was not eating the lobster save for the few pieces of it tossed to me by dad and mum. (Sitting between them is...) Until now, I guess I still have to ask, "What is the difference between a cooked prawn and a lobster?" They taste the same to me probably because I have a weak tastebud and was not in favour of eating them.
PS: Difference is in the 龙 of the 龙虾. I mean Prawns is 虾 what...

The only saving grace of that meal for me was the Ostrich meat. It's.... tougher then deer meat bahx.

Bought several local delicaies back... and I honestly... don't want to go over again... I am tired and my hair was even more frizzy due to the sea water's salt contents on the return trip.

Went to 'configure' my messy hair again today on the 27th July. As always, after treatment, it makes me look like a different person altogether, at least until the look gets washed away. 

God... I am so eaily tired....