“Over the years, she influenced my writing style. Now I write in short sentences, in the active voice. We gradually influenced each other’s ways and habits as we adjusted and accommodated each other.

We knew that we could not stay starry-eyed lovers all our lives; that life was an on-going challenge with new problems to resolve and manage.

…

Her last wish she shared with me was to enjoin our children to have our ashes placed together, as we were in life.

The last two years of her life were the most difficult. She was bed-ridden after small successive strokes; she could not speak but she was still cognisant.

Every night she would wait for me to sit by her to tell her of my day’s activities and to read her favourite poems.

Then she would sleep.

I have precious memories of our 63 years together. Without her, I would be a different man, with a different life. She devoted herself to me and our children. She was always there when I needed her. She has lived a life full of warmth and meaning.

I should find solace at her 89 years of her life well lived. But at this moment of the final parting, my heart is heavy with sadness.”

mm lee’s eulogy

taken from my sisters blog. has a nice touch to it huh.


HAHAHAAHA my mice so cute ah.





ah oh well i really could use a furry little thing running around my hand right now.

anyway i think....hmm. hahahahahahaaha ;)

happy days? really happy days? hahahaha maybe. nowadays im so i-dont-give-a-shit that i find it impossible to be emo about anything HAHAHA i mean judging from what he did to me i would have given him even worse treatment than this alrdy HAHAHA nvm i dont care.

Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

- Nathaniel Hawthorne