I was a scout for at least 8 years. To be fair, I'm an average scout. I missed out on many camping trips on the pretext of wanting the weekend to study. But in doing so I lost out on many memories.
In my high school, the scouts were the cool guys...
I was a scout for at least 8 years. To be fair, I'm an average scout. I missed out on many camping trips on the pretext of wanting the weekend to study. But in doing so I lost out on many memories.
In my high school, the scouts were the cool guys...
Today, I visited my paternal grandparents – at the cemetery. I'm not sure why, but I didn't speak much to them. I just said hi, and we just stood there staring at the stones.
The next time I visit, I would want to talk more to my grandmother. I feel...
I graduated from high school in 2005. It's 2015. There's talk of a 10th year reunion. I would go, but only because I feel obliged to, as I was the Head Prefect. I don’t really want to, actually. I’ve nothing great to talk about since high school.
Here are some hard things I want to accomplish in the next 5 years:
Most people live it safe. I'm not saying that they prefer stable jobs over entrepreneurship, but rather that they prefer to keep their time, money, and skills for themselves, rather than be generous with it. It might also be a preference for a stable...
As evidenced by the MH370 and MH17 episodes recently, life can literally take a nosedive such that we disappear into oblivion, or be shot down from the sky.
I am glad that I managed to visit my grandma in UH one last time on Thursday evening. She was asleep. At one point her eyes were open, and I faced her to look at her, and she at me. But she didn't utter a word, and her eyes soon closed again.
I didn't expect her to go so soon. On Tuesday when I visited, her oxygen level was unusually high in the 90s, and she showed great rigor in trying to untie herself from the bed. It was a vast improvement from days earlier. I thought that she might have a chance to go home.