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Wednesday, February 22, 2006
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Thursday, February 09, 2006
Happy Lunar New Year
It was the first day of the Lunar Festival.
We finally arrived at the hospital after braving the infamous traffic jams of this city. I was impressed by the clean and orderly lobby. The staff were moving around performing their duties efficiently in their neat, well-pressed uniforms. It was such a contrary to the smog-filled air of the city, the grim-covered leaves of the suffocating plants along the streets.
We waited for about fifteen minutes. The attendant came to bring us to the mortuary to take a last look at her, before they transport her to the temple for the service to rest her soul.
Our premature arrival caught the mortician in an awkward situation. He was still in the process of dressing her up. We stood at the doorway, embarrassed at the intrusion, shocked at seeing her body lying half-naked with her mouth slightly opened indignantly.
It was done in minutes. The staff moved aside to let the family pay respect to her. Every one of us muttered our own prayers to her, wishing her swift journey to whichever place she was supposed to travel to in her afterlife.
"Ma! I want ma back! Pa! I want ma back!" the little nine-year old daughter suddenly wailed.
All the barriers each individual built to contain our emotions were shattered. The tears that were held in check burst forth when little resistance.
She struggled against her father's strong arms to reach that empty husk that was left of her sick mother. Raw waves of grief and bereavement emanated from her with each scream. Her father held her back, jaws clenched as he struggled to control his brimming eyes.
The women in the family were sobbing softly in the fore; the men wiped away silent tears in the rear while supporting their loved ones.
It was the first day of the Lunar New Year.
We flew here for a holiday.
We lost a dear one here instead.
It was the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Be strong Sir, your child needs your strength.
Be strong Girl, you are the salve to soothe your dad's bereavement.
It was the first day of the Lunar New Year.
A year that will test our strength in adversity.
A year where the family's support structure is sorely needed,
to propel us to the light at the end of the tunnel.
It was the first day of the Lunar Festival.
We finally arrived at the hospital after braving the infamous traffic jams of this city. I was impressed by the clean and orderly lobby. The staff were moving around performing their duties efficiently in their neat, well-pressed uniforms. It was such a contrary to the smog-filled air of the city, the grim-covered leaves of the suffocating plants along the streets.
We waited for about fifteen minutes. The attendant came to bring us to the mortuary to take a last look at her, before they transport her to the temple for the service to rest her soul.
Our premature arrival caught the mortician in an awkward situation. He was still in the process of dressing her up. We stood at the doorway, embarrassed at the intrusion, shocked at seeing her body lying half-naked with her mouth slightly opened indignantly.
It was done in minutes. The staff moved aside to let the family pay respect to her. Every one of us muttered our own prayers to her, wishing her swift journey to whichever place she was supposed to travel to in her afterlife.
"Ma! I want ma back! Pa! I want ma back!" the little nine-year old daughter suddenly wailed.
All the barriers each individual built to contain our emotions were shattered. The tears that were held in check burst forth when little resistance.
She struggled against her father's strong arms to reach that empty husk that was left of her sick mother. Raw waves of grief and bereavement emanated from her with each scream. Her father held her back, jaws clenched as he struggled to control his brimming eyes.
The women in the family were sobbing softly in the fore; the men wiped away silent tears in the rear while supporting their loved ones.
It was the first day of the Lunar New Year.
We flew here for a holiday.
We lost a dear one here instead.
It was the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Be strong Sir, your child needs your strength.
Be strong Girl, you are the salve to soothe your dad's bereavement.
It was the first day of the Lunar New Year.
A year that will test our strength in adversity.
A year where the family's support structure is sorely needed,
to propel us to the light at the end of the tunnel.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
How I wish.
I Am A: Neutral Good Elf Ranger Monk
Alignment:
Neutral Good characters believe in the power of good above all else. They will work to make the world a better place, and will do whatever is necessary to bring that about, whether it goes for or against whatever is considered 'normal'.
Race:
Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently concern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.
Primary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.
Secondary Class:
Monks are strange and generally not understood by the world at large. They live apart from people, and follow strict codes that restrain their behavior and lifestyle. They have an exceptionally calm outlook on life, and generally do not resort to violence unless absolutely necessary. Even when they do, their code of conduct forbids the use of all weapons - except their hands. As such, monks are extremely skilled at hand-to-hand combat, and no other style.
Deity:
Mielikki is the Neutral Good goddess of the forest and autumn. She is also known as the Lady of the Forest, and is the Patron of Rangers. Her followers are devoted to nature, and believe in the positive and outreaching elements of it. They use light armor, and a variety of weapons suitable for hunting, which they are quite skilled at. Mielikki's symbol is a unicorn head.
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I Am A: Neutral Good Elf Ranger Monk
Alignment:
Neutral Good characters believe in the power of good above all else. They will work to make the world a better place, and will do whatever is necessary to bring that about, whether it goes for or against whatever is considered 'normal'.
Race:
Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently concern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.
Primary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.
Secondary Class:
Monks are strange and generally not understood by the world at large. They live apart from people, and follow strict codes that restrain their behavior and lifestyle. They have an exceptionally calm outlook on life, and generally do not resort to violence unless absolutely necessary. Even when they do, their code of conduct forbids the use of all weapons - except their hands. As such, monks are extremely skilled at hand-to-hand combat, and no other style.
Deity:
Mielikki is the Neutral Good goddess of the forest and autumn. She is also known as the Lady of the Forest, and is the Patron of Rangers. Her followers are devoted to nature, and believe in the positive and outreaching elements of it. They use light armor, and a variety of weapons suitable for hunting, which they are quite skilled at. Mielikki's symbol is a unicorn head.
Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy of
NeppyMan (e-mail)
Thursday, February 02, 2006
It's a dog's year.
Feel like adopting a dog for good luck? Well, what are you gonna do when the Dog's Year is up? The novelty of having a pet fades, the new animal, according to the chinese zodiac, becomes the new fad and the previous gets dumped.
Please, if you really want to, go adopt a virtual pet instead.
"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress
can be judged by the way it treats its animals."
- Mahatma Ghandi
You may be the change you wish to see in the world.
Happy Lunar Festival.
Feel like adopting a dog for good luck? Well, what are you gonna do when the Dog's Year is up? The novelty of having a pet fades, the new animal, according to the chinese zodiac, becomes the new fad and the previous gets dumped.
Please, if you really want to, go adopt a virtual pet instead.
"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress
can be judged by the way it treats its animals."
- Mahatma Ghandi
You may be the change you wish to see in the world.
Happy Lunar Festival.
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