Month: May 2006

Age Issues

Issue #1: Aches & Pain Had a conversation yesterday that reminded me of the time I went through an ergonomic phase. Before John left me his PC, I used my laptop all the time. In my final undergrad year, I started having more chronic muscle tension in my neck, shoulder and back. So I decided to buy a monitor raiser, keyboard and mouse tray and external keyboard and mouse. I thought back then quite resignedly that it was an age-related thing…because all []

A Gift of Bergamot

No pictures. No names. Because apparently, I had given my word to hold my peace…*heh* I received 100 teabags today. This is the second time in my life that I’ve received so much tea at one go as a gift. The last time was in January 1999 when Zibin bought me 5 boxes (of 25 teabags each) of Lipton tea when Weizhen told him I had asked her to help me get tea from Chinatown. I had been too sick to accompany []

Ech.

Just got back from dinner. Don’t bother going to Queen’s Mum ever.  Dinner with 20 philosophers was…interesting. But everytime I spend social time with this group (i.e. the non-Singaporean community of my Toronto existence), I am struck by how alien I feel despite the fact that there is much I can talk about with them. It seems the longer I stay in Toronto, the more I feel a closer connection with the Singaporean community. I don’t know why. I feel very different []

Melting!

It’s HOOOOOOOOOOT in Toronto! *gasps* Ok, so right now I’m cooling my heels in my comfortably air-conditioned bedroom and sipping a tall glass of deliciously cold Second Cup Earl Grey. I know I’m better off than many of my Torontonian friends who are baking in their apartments (especially those with west-facing apartments). :P I was out on the streets earlier though, and it was sweltering. I was perspiring like crazy under my hat. At one point on Bay St., I thought of []

Relationships & Growth

I K.Oed around 6p.m. today and just woke up at 10:30p.m.. I didn’t realize I was that tired…oh dear. Now I hope I can go back to sleep at a decent hour… ************ Zibin’s sweet blog post came at the end of week in which the theme of relationships and growth had been constantly visited in my mind. Today was Ascension Sunday in the liturgical calendar, and all week during daily mass, the gospel readings had been around this event – the []

Travelogue V: Planted in Rich Soil

One way you keep holding on to an imaginary power is by expecting something from outside gratifications or future events. As long as you run from where you are and distract yourself, you cannot fully let yourself be healed. A seed only flourishes by staying in the ground in which it is sown. When you keep digging the seed up to check whether it is growing, it will never bear fruit. Think about yourself as a little seed planted in rich soil. []

Pit-Stop: Faith & Trust

Yesterday, I experienced a bit of a crisis of faith. And for a while, that knot in my stomach returned. Thankfully, I have a husband who has a gift for speaking truth to me in way that encourages and uplifts. I realize now that the same words could give hope and joy or have little effect (even cause pain) to a person (or different people) depending on where one is in one’s journey. Two weeks ago, nothing that Zibin said last night []

A Good Week

A week has flown by just like that. Wanting is returning from Spain later today, and I will be happy to see her again. :) And yet, I think I will also miss this past week, because it has been a very good and fruitful week. I’ve had a generous share of activities and fellowship with friends. But even more importantly, I’ve had a generous share of silence and solitude during which I had begun reconnecting with myself, and with my Lord. []

Travelogue IV: Silence, Solitude, and the Inner Voice of Love

[This, like the previous travelogues, is an entry in my own journal.] Silence. Solitude. Do those words give you peace or unrest? For a long time now, they have made you uneasy. You’ve been afraid of what the silence may reveal. You are afraid of solitude because you don’t fully trust yourself. But you don’t realize this. You run away from silence, you run away from solitude. You don’t stay long enough to get acquainted. You don’t even stay long enough to []