There was a time when depression became a hot topic within our cliques. Those days, getting deep down and under this was always perceived as a lady-problem, an X-chromosomal issue. Just as some lady friends complained about having difficulties coping with life, there were constant rebuttals as to how one could get so easily depressed over trivial matters. For the same reason, men who suffer the same fate of “contracting” depression get thrown into an abyss, abandoned.

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There’s really lots to talk about. To keep track and to take stock of. Life has been a tad crazy around here lately.

Just a week ago, I was feeling half drained working over one of the useless assignments. The half drained sensation exacerbated after much cuddling alongside with my little niece, who was suffering from bouts of nausea spells. The virus quickly circulated around the house; Glenys, Mum and Dad fell sick one after another.

It was eons since I had taken ill. I ain’t complaining, but it’s sad to experience this on beautiful Easter sunday. It’s a day when you were expecting joyous revival, experiencing new lease of life; I wanted to die badly that day because it was more than five years since I hugged the toilet bowl to sleep. I felt Jesus left me alone that night, too busy to be bothered with me because He was just too busy celebrating His victory over the Arch devil’s failed plot to have Him killed.

It would be more Christian-like if I took that bit of suffering with a pinch of salt and thought that God was merely having my faith tested for any anomalies. But the truth is, I felt abandoned. Have you encountered similar moments?

Still, God kept me alive I know.

The family sans myself took a breather from busy Singapore life and decided to go for a short break to Genting, which embarrassingly I have yet gotten the opportunity to visit. I would have joined them if it’s not for Monday’s lessons; furthermore, with the escaped felon on the loose and all the checkpoints on high alert, it seems so logical to stay at home right? Yea, right.

Now that I have the quiet house all for myself, I should be able to enjoy television programmes with no commotions over the remote control. And yes, it comes with a huge bowl of sour grapes if you want to join me. Looking on the brighter side, I’ll have more time focusing on finishing the assignments and readings which were long overdue. 

After all that’s done, I will be in a desperate need to get out of Singapore. Honestly, I will want to give the 5D an chance to take some worthy photos. My last trip was spent seven days in Taipei with Kevin and Hon Mun; Taipei is a place you will want to visit over and over again. I will really wish to visit Florida again.

I can hear the pockets shouting for mercy now, figures that I am no rich kid.