IT'S A PANDAN LIFE ...!

Wit is cultured insolence. ~ Aristotle I think I’ve become a Facebook addict. Well, maybe not a full-blown one but a considerably-adddicted one. The reason I’m saying this is because I log in to FB as often as I check my work email. Embarassing, but true. FB is fun due to so many reasons, of course, but to me, the reason it is fun is I get to stay connected with my friends, keep up with their antics, and, like a blog, I could actually express how I feel without going through the hassle of writing long-winded paragraphs. It doesn’t matter whether I get a response or not, the fact that I’m able to actually express what I feel is already therapeutic. Lately, I find myself logging in to FB (as usual) and doing all (well, maybe not all, but most of) those quizzes that have been uploaded. Yup, reality-checks and what not can actually be fun (depending on what you mean by fun). Engaging in soliloquy, laughing out loud, cursing the smart alecs who came up with the wisecracking quizzes can be

Heirlooms we don't have in our family. But stories we've got. ~ Rose Cherin. I have always been interested in the genealogy of my family but since this has never been divulged by my immediate antecedents, I kept quiet and sort of forgot about it until recently, when my kids and I discussed a Malaysian play. In the past, occassionally, I would hear my Dad telling guests who came to our house that my GrandDad was originally from Bandung. Occassionally, too, I heard my Dad telling people that my GrandDad came from Surabaya. Well, to put it simply, let's just say my GrandDad came from Indonesia. I am not sure whether I heard wrongly or my Dad heard wrongly. I am also not sure whether he's a Javanese or Sundanese. My Dad's family said that he was a Javanese but then this cannot be ascertained since the Malaysian concept of a Javanese has been: anyone who comes from Indonesia. Whereas to Indonesians, a Javanese is anyone who comes from the Java Island. Indonesia does n

The dreamer can know no truth, not even about his dream, except by awaking out of it. ~ George Santayana I’m the curious dreamer Dissecting this dream A feeling of closeness? A replay of wasted time? A call to divulge secrets? A plea to communicate? A dry heart? I wish I could feed you this dream So it infects yours And our dreams become one.

Solitude is a condition of peace that stands in direct opposition to loneliness. Loneliness is like sitting in an empty room and being aware of the space around you. It is a condition of seperateness. Solitude is becoming one with the space around you. It is a condition of union. Loneliness is small, solitude is large. Loneliness closes in around you; solitude expands toward the infinite ~ Kent Nerburn Spending the weekend alone at home can be painful and tremendously boring, but after weeks of juggling so many things at the office, I welcomed it. I didn’t welcome the flu bug that accompanied me, though. I had wished for this solitude. Long hours at the office coupled with heavy downpours every evening, had made me wished I was at home, under the blankie, cuddling with a good book, a cup of hot Milo on hand. And I got my wish. Only, I’ve got other things accompanying the cup of hot Milo: a stack of pills to get rid of the flu. Well, as the saying goes: Be careful of what you wish for!