Weekend getaway.

It's only 3.5 hours outside Singapore, but it could be years ago. All the small shophouses and night market stalls and the buzz in Melaka is refreshing. It feels familiar... But it's not. At least, not in my recent memories. There are remnants in my little city, but slowly disappearing.

Anyway it was good to get away w my work buddies and not have to think about work. I'll be having a nice dose of southeast Asia for the rest of this year. After this trip... Penang for official team building trip! Then Bali w Wei. Hmm, where should I go with my parents (need to use my elder care leave). Or I could just nua at home. Hee.

Ok enjoying my last couple of hours here. :)

And I set fire to the rain

Today, big boss said: 'someone important died last week'. To which, half of us went '...who?'

I guess this is part of him trying to take people's feedback seriously and share more, communicate more. He said that if you didn't have much time left, how would you change the way you live your life? This probably made him think about his own battle w cancer years ago.

Someone remarked later that another (disliked) person should have a near-death experience so he would 'wake up his ideas' and not be so arrogant. While not for wishing ill of others, perhaps we all should do a bit of reevaluating.

At church these 2 months, couples have been taking turns to chair the worship segment. The theme is trust, and we've heard many difficult stories shared as though in a small group of friends, when in reality it's vulnerability to hundreds of people. A few have talked about having special needs kids. Watching with difficulty as their kids battle on. Seizures, medication, painfully slow progress. But even if their eyes are filled with tears and can only see the present, their eyes of faith seek out God every step of the way. And they see Him clearly at the end of the road. If only every vision was so clear.

Looking at these people, ordinary people with lives that have been made extraordinary... They have stories to tell. Their lives a novel worth more than a quick browse at the bookstore. What's my story? More whinging. More mediocrity. Like a bad self help book. Without the help. Just self. There's more to this and I kind of want to get there.

I don't know if we all need a near death experience. Maybe we just need a little knock on the head.

Here's to a knock. See you on the other side.