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Have a little Faith

Have a little Faith

I cried today at the mall.

It wasn’t this overwhelming gushing thing I used to do, but it was a quiet affair where I was terribly ashamed and worried if people would find me that way. You see, I wasn’t depressed, or upset. I was going through a character loss from a book. However, this character was very real – It was the Reb (Rabbi Albert Lewis) whom I have just “met” via Have a little faith by Mitch Albom.

Mr Albom’s book wrote about his Rabbi, who was dying from cancer but lived every moment so… joyously and kindly, always caring about others and very little about himself. When asked if there was anything he was worried about his death, it was his “second” death that he was worried about – the one where people, that you once loved or was connected to in one way or another, fades away from memory.

This book serves to keep him alive in people’s memories, in a way bigger than the Rabbi probably ever imagined.

And it all started because the Reb asked Mr Albom if he could speak his eulogy for him when the time comes. Thusly, in the last 2-3 chapters of this extended eulogy, I cried quite extensively in the mall, hunched over my Kindle.

 

Thanks to the Reb and Mr Albom, it has both reminded me of the questions and intentions of my life. I will start by pointing out a very incongruous and curious situation:

 

All over the world, we have got conservations set up to preserve large pieces of lands, animals; we have got programs set up against animal abuse, global warming and what have you. I vaguely remember people even pointing out to me how people suck – because we, the people, hurt animals when we are animals ourselves. Closer to home, I have had various run-ins because I have 2 tails hanging off a fully leather bag.

I love animals. I used to volunteer in RSPCA when I was young, advocate for many things regarding conservation of animals and so on. I think, WWF was like my dream job because I thought all I ever have to do was to sit and give all my love to animals.

One day, my vegetarian friend asked me, if I love animals so much, why am I still an omnivore? My response to that, much to her disappointment and disapproval, was, “they were killed, they died, because people believed that we need them for our health. In respect to their lives, I won’t stop eating meat – but I will definitely ensure no meat is wasted when it’s on my plate.” Completely inconsistent to her, perhaps, it made sense to me. She wanted me to stop eating meat so that, if one by one, the world turned vegetarian, no one would kill animals senselessly anymore.

We each have our own opinions, and really, no one is right or wrong.

Then, all over the world, we have people being starved, abused, gunned, tortured, killed, murdered and more. Some in the name of religion, some in the name of power, others from the sheer inability to help themselves and furthermore from pure silliness.

People suck – even more so against each other.

Some statistics was rattled off to me one day. 10% of the world are millionaires, multi millionaires. They also hold 70% of the world’s money or something to those numbers. Yet, we have people starving to death, homeless people, people burglarising for money, necessities – basics. When the economy collapsed in America, the people who can’t afford their mortgages moved out, and the homeless moved in in their bid to procure a home via an obscure law.

In my dingy university hall, I watched countless videos as part of my course about how the Nazis tortured and killed Jews, the Darfur atrocities, the various tortures and atrocities America committed while under the banner of retaliation, the slides of people treating others like dogs in the name of Allah, God, Yahweh, and whatever else you can possibly find fo religion. Incredibly, the same people who professed to stand for the people, to fight for the people (think communism), are also the same ones who ended up being so disconnected from the people (North Korea, I am looking at you) that they do not realised they have failed their people.

In other words, while people worried about preserving the world’s flora and fauna, we have also forgotten our needy, have turned abusive towards our own and/or have completely desensitise ourselves to other human beings.

 

Oh, there are other organisations out there for humans by humans. Cancer Council, Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, Mediciens sans Frontieres…. However, unless there is a doll-eyed child staring at people from the poster, you find less people fawning over those organisations as compared to the flora and fauna types. Unless people find themselves relevant to a cause, there are few who seemed to genuinely care.

The Reb is right: People don’t want to stop wars or the pain, even if they seemed completely dedicated to the problems that is not between humans.

 

The question here is, really, why. We can’t even treat each other right, we can’t even help each other right. We walk past that homeless drug addict round that corner and despise him, make judgements and walk away. Some of us have it luckier than others, we aren’t put into situations where we get tempted in those ways.

So… if we can’t even be good to each other, how can we be good to the other things around us?

 

Somewhere, there’s a panda laughing at us.

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possessions

possessions

I have picked up this terrible habit from dad. I keep just about every little crap I find/got given/impulse buy – and still I buy more. If I ever get a giant house, it could possibly be divided up to 3 parts: impossibly fake antiques section; pink crap; wannabe modernistic. And all of them, to a certain degree, will be filled with random books from different points in my life. if I ever have children, it will be a disaster, post-mortem, to clean up the shit I left behind.

A long summer night ago, someone I knew passed away quite suddenly. The family was in complete denial right up to the day before X passed away. They were determined that the doctor was wrong, since doctors made mistakes anyway, and wanted to spend some time in a certain place with X.

But, X has been diagnosed with a terminal disease for a long time. that she had lasted that long was quite miraculous. That she had survived alot of betrayals along the way was equally amazing. In short, her life has come a full circle and it was time she moved on.

The family, as I said, was in denial. During the time they had, they kept pushing many things till “tomorrow”. Particularly, because part of the betrayal involved the legalities should X pass away, it was never fully looked into.

And then X died. there were no longer any more time, good byes were never said properly due to the denial, legalities has ensued. Worst of all, it was quite possible that despite all the time, effort, love and so on that has been put into the care of X’s final days, it was likely that not a single possession will remain in that particular family nucleus.

As V, X’s sister, started cleaning up X’s room just before the funeral, she did not know what to do. There were no boxes, just many bags or sheets made into temporary bags. X’s room was lovingly filled with the things she once loved, hobbies she used to enjoy, movies she watched. In those make-shift bags, that was all that was left of X’s life and V suddenly crumpled.

She teared with every item she had to put aside. “This was her wedding present.” “I was jealous of her having this.” “We thought she stole this from a shop…” With every item, laid a part of X’s life story, a part of her soul.

Emotionally, V didn’t make it through the night. The denial and grief finally overcame her, and she sat there fondling, more than packing, the very items that made X, X. We sat down together and hugged tight, there were no words that could console her, neither were there words enough to describe her loss and grief.

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what?!?!

what?!?!

ok, so, I cannot believe I did NOT update about this! I thought I did (or maybe, in my excitement, I sorta did LOL!)

After nearly 3 years or so of yearning, and 12 years after I have last skated in Kallang Ice World (I moved, shit location to get bus to the rink, I made friends, started a different sort of life, etc), I finally got my own pair of skates.

It's Finally Here!

Alot of things have changed since I last skated intensively. I am alot older (duh), the people whom I used to skate with has also moved on. Surprisingly, for me anyways, the last place I expected them to be in is… driving taxis in Singapore. Somehow, despite how chubby I have become in the intervening years, that uncle who tried to recruit me into the first girls’ ice hockey team recognise me.

so weird huh.

Funnily enough, my dad was also the one to remind me of my love for skating, ice or roads. Once upon a time, my days were filled with swimming, badminton, rollerblading, then using the entire “park gym” with my skates on, including the monkey bars. Before I shower up for the day, I would do handstands in my toilet, attempting to get on to a single arm hand stand. On weekends, the early parts of the day (or, as early as I would wake) would largely be spent ice skating. I don’t know how good I was, but let’s just say if you would show me, I would at least attempt it, if not I would be able to do it. on figure skates, I was doing speeds and dumb things that people would be doing on hockey skates (no picks on the front).

All that stopped when I moved near to JI.

So, when I called my dad a few weeks ago, just a couple of weeks or so before Christmas, I was vaguely amused that he remembered my passion for skating. I will admit that no matter where we went, I would try to conquer the neighbourhood with my rollerblading. I even brought rollerblades to Australia. but, somehow, things just never felt the same way again.

I got the pair of ice skates online, and I got real lucky – I think they expedited the shipping so I had get it before christmas, and I did! So, off I went to skate on my new skates. I intended it to be a daily affair, but then I also requested for night shifts over weekends, so I ended up tired on some days that didn’t warrant any skating abilities. As of yesterday, I think I did a grand total of 5 days worth of ice skating.

It’s awkward to be back on ice after so long. Firstly, it’s a different rink. I first saw it during someone’s birthday eons ago (linxy? wadge? Para?). it was the ugliest, dirtiest, smallest rink I have ever seen. not to mention, after yesterday, one of the poorest maintained. You think Jurong’s one was bad? (before they closed it down anyway), wait till you see this. They are only open for certain sessions per day (morning, arvo and evening), each for about 2 hours. They don’t necessary re-surface the ice between sessions. At the beginning of yesterday’s arvo session, the air con was shit and the ice has partially melted enough that I shave dirty slush. There were pot-holes (OMG POT HOLES ON AN ICE RINK!) the size of 2 50 cent coins everywhere on the ice, causing a number of people to fall.

and it costs $14 without skate hire. for shitty ice. wtf.

My first day back on ice was hilarious in many ways. I have to break in the damn skates (which is still solid in many areas), not to mention I didn’t realise it’s not pre-sharpened. Not that it really matters, I wasn’t skidding that much, and if I was, it was more caused by my body getting used to it again. I skated like shit, had to pause every round for my feet to relax. I think, altogether, I did like 8 rounds or so. the boss of that rink hates me cause I bought my skates online (ffs, you are selling similar ones for $1k!).

But I loved every moment of it so far. it feels awkward to be back on ice, but the cool rush, the adrenaline, the feeling of being on ice… it’s unbeatable.

I don’t know if I will get back into rollerblading, my skates may have been somewhat refurbished, but they pinch my feet on the sides more than they should. but ice skating, it’s awesome. now, if I can just force my legs to do a crossover my life is complete.

Why I love skating so much: it’s my coping mechanism, bitch!

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