Occupied

Alright, I know I sounded awful previously. While what can I do... The fox has some sharp claws and the cut is pretty bad... *Aiyo* Don't worri lar, the cat got nine lives, it will survive... Thanks for the concerns... *The cat bent his body 90 degrees low* Arigato.

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Reading back where I left previously, I had not been updating my life in Melbourne as much, just went over and over on my heart break. *Grabbed some big fat tunas from the fridge and wallop the cat inside out... MEOW!!!!!* So somehow, my life here was packed.

Two weeks back was the day at Venus Bay and some time at the Melbourne Annual Moomba Festival with splashing fireworks. A week since then, it was the Thai Festival at Federation Square and the Yarra Art Craft Market. *Should I get the hand knitted white scarf?* This coming weekend, there will be choices (A.) Osaka Festival (B.) Flour Festival (C.) Wine and Food Market (D.) FINA community activities.*Hmmm... which one...* So that's weekend.

Then weekdays, I am basically preparing for presentations *Hmmm... When will Vanita confirm the date?* , sending CVs, lunches and dinners with different people, movies *I just watched a Taiwanese piece, Eternal Summer and a Korean piece, The King and The Clown... not bad~* being the lovely and homy house cat, cooking dinner for the gals *I made soup today~* Also, I have to spend more time with my brother! *I haven't been doing so...* Getting myself occupied and try not to think...

So, that is basically everything in a nut shell...

4 years

The last time was 4 years ago, then I was quite young, not even 21. Not knowing where I was, just remember the fun of digging out pi pi from the coast sand, throwing sand balls, doing some surfing moves, swimming in the chilly sea water, and got my first taste of shivering to my very bones...

4 years since, I was back again. Now I know her name, Venus Bay. Strolling on the same beach, beach no.5 and did the same thing. However, something more than just the same old smile on my face. Trying to get over the ache, trying to see what's right, trying to understand maybe it just ain't to be, trying to find the way in a dark path...

Things are different, it should be, after all it has been 4 years...

Birth and death

Early in the morning, I called Yaso, wanted to give her a surprise and had lunch with her. She is one of those who I misses heaps, she is a life mentor and a good friend. As she picked my call, the mood shifted instantly. I was expecting a polite and joyful sound from the other end, instead, it was low, sad, anytime-tears-coming-out voice...

Yaso' father had just passed away.

Foolishly, I asked her,"are you sad?". What was I thinking... *ARRGGGGHHHHHH!!!! someone just slap me please!!!!* Who would not be sad! I guess I was just too shock and words just popped out... Losing someone who one cares so much, can be a huge pain and a hollow one. Just like being pierced through by a javelin, something is missing and the emptiness in heart. Nothing that one can do to fill it up, only time will able to mend the scar. Even so, every now and then, it still hits your guts... Sometimes, I just think why am I doing this to myself?

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Later that night, something good strike. My uni mate, Peter has just become a father~ I feel happy and joy for him. Also, I feel warm flowing through and it feels good. A father, my friend. It just reminds me of getting old... *Ahem...* I mean mature...

birth and death is just part of life... *trying to remember what Buddha said...*