Tiles of time.

   This is my grandma's place, still so much heritage in.

To give is to live.

   Haven't been posting much lately, but I'll be kicking up the momentum again soon. I've spent the week doing community work, hanging out with friends, and watching movies at home. These 2 movies are old but great. They share a lot about what we can do in life to make the world a better place.

Radio

It could happen to you

Society's blindness.

Borrowed housefly eye.

BBQ

Azhar's kid.

Jovial and the Lamp.

   So I had a fever, but that's alright cause I've recovered! Many always have this perception that I'm weak, meek, frail, unmanly, a kid, and insignificant. But they're wrong. Doesn't mean that I'm small, I fall sick, and I'm always cheerful and bubbly, means that I'm whatever they think I am. Majority of society have a very distant perspective of the actual attributes that makes up a man. Having a masculine proportion, wealth, high IQ, high authority or great talent does not make a person a "man". It only makes a person attractive in the lust of flesh, which is why humans covet that so much so that they tweak status quo to it's current state.

   So what makes you a man? I've posted that a lot. I don't think many read my blog, therefore I find the urgent need to spread this word to the mass through word of mouth. It's only when we start having a heart for others, then will everything of being a man, start falling into place.

An Irreplaceable Man.

Thanks Dad.

   It's odd. When you're rich, friends do not leave your side, they merely turn into "friends" with motives. Perhaps it's just another biting way to find out who one's true friends are. I really miss my late Grandpa a darn mountainous lot. But I know that he's in heaven though he wasn't exactly a christian. He's the most intelligent man I've ever met, more intelligent than my own dad(his son). And when it's me(gareth) calling someone intelligent, you' got to bet that that person is one einstein equivalent. My Grandpa not only learned, but mastered more than 20 languages on his own. He is a renowned chinese physician, bloody rich person, artist, fantastic singer, respected by ministers of Singapore, survived the hell of WWII, part of a carpenter, an extraordinarily wise man and one heck of a fantastic family man. He was a great Grandfather. Too much my memory of him still lingering in my heart and I think it'll soon find a spot and settle there forever, but for a good cause.

   People have told me I'm "wise" in my words, it's only because that I've learned so much from God, my Grandpa and my Dad. During his wake, it was a little rough on me. Having to prepare the funeral, sleepless nights, peering eyes from superstitious people, and handling a new void. I know I did my best to send him off on his last journey. I only regret not spending more time with him while he was still kicking. I shouldn't have spent that much time helping others.

   I think I have too much of a problem with not being able to stop helping others. In the end these bunch of people didn't appreciate my help at all. Same reason why my Grandpa and Dad always tell me off, saying I'm way to much of a "nice" guy and that people will use me. Wish I could learn more from him. Anyways, if he is really that smart and intelligent, he would have thought of where he'll go after this life and know that Jesus is real. My gut feeling tells me that he accepted Christ somewhere near his timing. Cheers to your great journey Yeye, I'll live to tell your story.

   You'll always be remembered Yeye, so rest in peace till we meet again. 1930-2011

Fear is a friend of Love?

Emergencies emerging.

Ben's driving.

Everyone's seesawing.

Playground's glowing.

Seesaw balancing.

Shoes' printing.

Sky's amazing.

Louis's swinging.

Aircon's smiling.

   As I live day by day, whatever that comes my way, it just gets more interesting. I'm one of the rare few who choose think this way on God's lonely planet. How often is it that you see someone who has tough times, but still breeze through them with a highly positive mind. It's like I'm on 24/7 happy drugs, just that I'm not. I guess it's just the way you learn to take things in life. Honestly I'd like to think that I'm not that positive at all, but just that everyone's a pessimist, with a negative thought or two upon each obstacle.

   Anyway, I pray for the best for my Granddad. It's odd, fear comes a long with love. When you love somebody, you start to have fears of unwanted events pertaining to the relationship. Then again, it's like I said in the first paragraph, why those thoughts? God loves you Grandpa!

The sweet sounds that call the young sailors.

Yet again.

Band of brothers.

   I've been having a lack of a few necessary traits in myself lately. A lack of filial piety, money planning and an abandoned duty to the big man who watches us from above. It's too bad that I can't blame it on the fact that no one's perfect, and I can't blame it on my hard times too. Me shifting blames on to voids would just make me an ignorant person. And ignorance isn't bliss, it's just a plain stupid way of trying to say that you're comfortable with where you are and do not bloody want to wisen up.

   Was also talking to Louis, and I do agree. As humans, it's better that we know our roots. Having respect for our forefathers and the history/culture of our origins. If we are chinese, we should know chinese. Vice-versa for any other race or denominations of whatsoever. Though my command for the language of chinese isn't as good as it should be, at least I'm still learning. It'll be embarassing for a chinese to not know chinese. I still can't comprehend people who dislike their roots just for the sake of being "cool" in the imaginary status quo of "being purely english nutured is unique". Conclusively becoming a person who's lost his/her identity.

   And because reality is harsh and cuts me no slack, I'm going to bed to dream of long strolls with an unknown girl on vast grasslands, sandy beaches next and then cornfields for dinner.

  I'm must either be a great writer or just an avid thinker with lousy "writesmanship". Get it? "writesmanship"? Ok, that didn't make sense.

See ya later journal.

I NEED TO GET OUT!

   I'm having too much time to spare at home. Because playing the guitar/piano, using the computer, and sleeping has become mundane, hence, I think it's time to exercise! Mr.Clouds please hold on to your rain, or else it's helter skelter for shelters again.

SOAK UP THE SUN.