Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail. And with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. All of this made him... what?
A super callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

*cough* Pardon me.
It's time for some giggles in my life. *nodnod* Oh yes.

Alright, I admit it. I'm a MUD addict. And this is the place I MUD at. Forgotten Things Remembered. (: Try it, you'll like it.

Yeehaw. Just spent the last few hours updating my homepages. Talk about link decay...my outdated links takes the cake. Now to figure out how to upload the whole damn thing without losing my sanity. ):
Talking about sanity, and the loss of. I made a marriage pact a few days ago. (*smirk*) How serious the other participant of that pact was about it, I do not know. But hey, I have two more years to get married before he comes to 'get' me.
I have Craig David's Walking Away playing on perpetual repeat on my player. (Ask any of my friends who have stayed over at the Inn of the Smiling Sun, *giggle* even the most hardened can now hum along the songs of My Fair Lady. Who can't? After a week of listening to it, all night and day.)
How true Craig's song is. Most men, in confrontations, choose to just walk away.
If only I could. Walk away from the troubles of my life. Walk away, and find a brand new day. Oh well.

Life's never what you want it to be.

Friends are forever. Lovers will come and go, and friends will be here forever. My sister's friends have been so supportive. They are Hendrick's friends, too. Everytime I visit Hendrick at the hospital, at least one of the friends were there, with my sister. Even now, they are arranging for the funeral.
Thank goodness for friends.

My brother-in-law passed away tonight. I wept when I saw him in the hospital, gasping desperately for air through his oxygen mask. I do not know him very well, just superficially as one would know a brother-in-law, with glimpses of what he really is. Pardon me, I'll still talk about him in the present tense once in a while, I think. I should just backspace and correct it, but I don't think so, past tenses make Hendrick sound so gone, so forgotten.
Seeing him so thin, so pale, so motionless, I weep again. More for my sister, as I see her clutch his hand. My heart breaks, for the first time, not for myself. My sister, so young and pretty, is now alone in the world.

My very first entry. I've never been one to write about myself to put up for the world to dissect. My webpages are more of an interest thing than about me. This might take some getting used to, but I'm liking it already. (:
Talk about inspired. I just downloaded my webpages, with the noble intention of actually updating them. (the last time I did anything for them was about 4 years ago)
Oh well, I'm not working today, so I might actually be able to update them afterall.