Here's a poem I wrote when I was 13 years old. Thought I would share it here. Please remember, before the knives come out, I was thirteen, one-three, fresh out of PSLE.

Life
Life is like a passing cloud,
With the many winds of doubt
They blow you from places to places,
Until you are left with lots of dazes
Sometimes I try to stop to ponder,
But heck, everything's going so fast you can't wonder
You just keep moving and moving,
Until you finally stop for some thinking
Thinking over the past, wondering about the future
Trying so hard to make things seem better
But it will always be in vain,
Then you have to move again.

More pictures of my precious baby. Surely that one picture last entry left you clamoring for more? They are not in chronological order, for the uninitiated.

Hi guys!

Okay, I don't know how many more of you are actually looking into my blog still, now that it's been dead for some time. I have severely underestimated the toll of my busy schedule and the enormity of my laziness(the latter more than the former, if I were to be brutally honest with myself), to think that I could keep my blog going with regular entries. In fact, I was just going to let this blog die along with my past spur-of-the-moment ideas, when I realised that there were still people who were actually still checking in from time to time, hoping to find some new pearls of wisdom here(yes, all 2 of you, you know who you are, I love you!). So I have pulled myself out of my languid state and made a new pledge to keep this going.


I know in my previous entry, I mentioned I was going to talk about something close to my heart, but it's been so long, the time isn't so appropriate to discuss that particular topic right now(plus the fact that I can't quite remember exactly what topic that was). So I'll just do some rambling to get things going.


Life has been moving relentlessly on for me, as it has for everyone else. I'm still in the hospital, doing my rotations before I go back to the polyclinic. My baby has gone from lying supine to turning over to wiggling her limbs ineffectively about to leopard crawling to sitting up to creeping about and now to finally stand up and take tentative steps. In fact, she just has to learn how to stop properly now without falling on her knees, before she's officially walking.



There's a picture of her. My heart just melts everytime I see her. How can you look into such a sweet, cute face and say no to her?(I got a feeling I'm going to find out how not too far into the future)

Anyway, my family life's been great. My wife has stopped working, so she's taking care of our baby full time, and I finally get wonderful home-cooked meals when I come home. I thank God regularly for my family.

That's not to say everything runs smoothly. That doesn't happen right? But I don't really want to talk negatively in this, my first post in such a long time. Maybe later on, when I get into a melancholy mood, I'll share my misery with whoever is unfortunate enough to stumble upon my blog at the time.

So anyway, that's it for the update and re-introduction. You all can go out into the streets and announce to everyone, the linguist is back, and he'll(hopefully) have many many, uh, linguistic, things to write about, so do tune in regularly.

Seeya!