Jane Kur

It’s hard staying in solitude as
twenty-first century adults. We are in the midst of romantically evolved
society where coupledom is overly commercialised, where most mothers are
brainwashed with the melodramatic soaps with endless twists and unpredictable
turnouts, overlapping affairs and unbelievably hot casts. This booming
romantical shift penetrates all ages and generations, even our primary
youngsters are encouraged of early hitch to avoid future lonesome misery.

It is simply easier to stay with someone
you “can live with” rather than really seeking someone that you want to
be with. It is simply easier to get a paying day job, spend the weekend with a
partner, own a flat-screen TV on an apartment with a twenty-year loan, and
suddenly you’re a renewed and complete human. How true is the equation: “1+1 =
1”? Or, in a neo-Shakespearean cheesy terminology, “you complete me”?

People seem to grab whatever job that was
served on their plate, without questioning and exploring their inner yearn of
their callings in life. Then something that started as a hot fuelled engine
slowly deteriorates and remains in a constant stationary point, realizing that
they’re doing something rather pointless and emotionally stagnant. And then people starts to question life,
and their purpose in life. But by then their age has got them down and they
gave up on ever finding the answers altogether, and spend the rest of their
non-working days playing golf instead.

It is comfortable, yes. It is also easy,
yes. It is safe.

But does it worth your life?

In Anglo-Saxon and more westernized
culture, we believe that humans are entitled to one mortal life and one life only.
This means that if we screw up once, we screw up big time. It takes you to the
small noisy tuckshop hall when you were in primary school, and on hand you have
the dollar that your mother gave you that morning. You could only pick one
candy, or a bar of caramel slice. You can’t decide which one is best, but if
you pick the worse off, you have to settle with it for the rest of the day. Unfortunately,
our lives are not century-long one dollars and we don’t get to wait until the
next life-day to trade our life currencies.

So what do we do?

Some of us decided to rush with the first
opportunity that came, and stuck with it for the next seventy-eighty years.
Some hung around and see what ‘bus’ would come next. Some never even realized
that they’ve missed all their chances and that they’re only sitting waiting for
the whole thing to end.

Is it scary? Is it challenging? Is it fun?

One thing I know: it’s real.

I guess at the end of it, no one can really
judge on how others spend their lives; professionally, spiritually, or
romantically. We only know what we know, and we don’t know what we don’t know.
At least we all give it a shot, and after we decide on what to get, we’ll cross
our fingers and hope for the best that the tuckshop lady makes the best caramel
slice that day.

JK

Music is not a delicate orchestration of pretty notes

Embedded with harmonious layers of foundation and extension
of chords

It is not based upon a metronomic pulse

With a loud thump that leads and lags around it.

A scream is not a mere high pitch projected in loud volumes

Nor a cry as a sheer drops of eye rain

All is empty. All is shallow. Meaningless and fruitless.

Without a deep soul and reason behind it.

What makes a man if not a true respect and understanding of
life?

Virtue, Honour, Humility, Respect, Compassion, Love.

What makes a woman if not an everlasting love and patience?

Virtue, Honour, Humility, Respect, Compassion, Love.

What makes Love if not overflowing joy?

It is not made of kisses, nor hugs, nor bunches of flowers.

Not of days, months, years, or decades that passes by.

But a deep understanding and acceptance of two hearts that
meet as one.

JK

They say sisterhood is the strongest bond of all

Amongst the many types of relationships, it is the most
faithful and humble

During the time of tears and laughter, there we were

Three youthful spirits, three different minds, connected to
one love

Through the repetition of four seasons, we grew and matured

There were bed time horror stories, endless phone calls from
anonymous admirers,

Love stories sharing and consulting, and those late night
girl talks

Sometimes we’d do crazy things, and sometimes we’d do nothing
at all.

Regardless, they were all priceless times.

But now, one of us has gone

She’s left her youthful life behind, and stepped into the
age of adulthood

With one lucky gentleman on her side,

Together they will embrace their bright future together.

With these words I give you my blessings

With it comes prayer for happiness, health and eternal love.

Although things will never be the same again without you

I will always keep our memories and come back to yesterdays

Love always,

JK