[[ Stickman & Stickbabe ]]

we're just two simple stickpeople who :-
met,
clicked,
hitched,
till death do us part...


[[ All I want in 2007... ]]

Seeing loved ones happy
Mission trips
Have a cute baby
Learn bridal makeup
Speak Camb/Viet
Pay off our housing loan!


[[ Leaving? ]]

~C-Cup : cupcakes from heaven... (perfect 4 parties)
~My Bali Photo Blog
~Melonbabe (my female sibling)
~Angelia (a kid i tutored, who grew up!)
~WZB (a woman with an expensive rock)
~Get Blobbed... (splish splash plop blobbe)
~My Primary School Classmate
~My pescatarian recipe blog
~Simplicity - making a difference in Kenya
~A visually delightful blog of a stranger
~Another visual treat...
Been read free hit counters by free-counters.net times!

Saturday, July 01, 2006
Last night, I attended the funeral wake of my friend's 18-year-old daughter. She passed away from a bike accident, where she was riding pillion. My heart goes out to my friend, his wife, and especially to the deceased's two younger siblings. The younger one had fainted after we made prayers for her family, and had to be taken out for some fresh air.

She was the prodigal daughter, but of late, she had been returning home now and then. Things were starting to improve. Then this accident. Childhood sweethearts. It would remain that way forever.

Out of the blue, Stickman told my friends at the same table that I was a good wife. A morbid thought occurred to me. The day before, I had choked on a fishball, and almost died alone in the food court. In the end, I managed to swallow the whole [deleted text] thing. If the fishball had refused to go down my throat, Stickman would really be saying that from a totally different perspective. Ahh, praise God for prolonging my life! I won't be eating fishballs for some time.


stickbabe [ 4:04 AM ]