And here are the photos (Before):
Accomodation (After):
We let our readers decide, if the Editor has mis-abused public funds for his own personal use. We welcome your feedback.
December 31, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Exposed!
In this edition, our undercover reporter have gone on assignment and saw the before and after makeover of the 'lavish'(as rumoured) living areas of our Editor.
And here are the photos (Before):
Accomodation (After):
We let our readers decide, if the Editor has mis-abused public funds for his own personal use. We welcome your feedback.
And here are the photos (Before):
Accomodation (After):
We let our readers decide, if the Editor has mis-abused public funds for his own personal use. We welcome your feedback.
December 24, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Christmas Editorial 25 Dec 2005
Here I am, at the stroke of midnight, on Christmas day, not in some fancy pubs getting drunk and silly; but dutifully at the keyboards, striking furiously away.
How is that for a start into one of the most celebrated holidays in the world?
My agenda for the morning would still be within the boundaries of the house. Effectively I am/going through the housewife training phase, so if you can excuse me for not being out of the house.
Jokes aside, I do have some program lined up. A bunch of friends will be coming over for brunch. But expect not that the Editor would be up to his neck or apron (whatever) sweating out in front of the wok this time. My culinary skills are meant for suitable for my own stomach acids. I would not guarantee the palate will go down well with those of my guests.
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Outstanding news worthy issues accumulated from weeks ago:
"Why cant maids have boyfriends?" (ST Dec 9 2005)
"A maid-to-order society won't do" (ST Dec 9 2005)
"Let's talk about MARRIAGE" (ST Dec 12 2005)
"No more passing the buck please" (ST Dec 2005)
"China plays down impact of GDP revision" (ST Dec 21 2005)
===
The first two topics went around that of the employed maid in SG. I believe that there had been enough cases of both good and bad maids and employers to justify some say.
The most crucial point raised was that giving a rest day to the maid. Under the state current employment laws, every salaried employee in SG gets an off day for certain days at work. But in retrospect, apart from the good, caring employers, there is a general consensus among maid employers not to give their employee a day off. And the mindset of some employers go as far as to push the maids to a 18-hr working schedule; two or more families to tend to; their carwasher; their babysitter and what-nots all rolled into one.
Put yourself in such shoes, would you, for a meagre 250 SGD (on average) work hard if you have known what could befall upon you?
Taking those cases where the maids were abused and underfeed, there would be a greater proportion of maids who are basically become "slaves" while engaged as maids.
It takes two to clap; both employers and maids mindsets have to change before we see improvements in the treatment of our maids.
Though we are considered First World country, but sadly, our attitudes and mindsets are still very much Third World.
===
In "Let's talk about MARRIAGE", the young generation pour forth their feelings into words and looking from a marco-view, one would not be blame if one deems these articles are childish.
Quote "Why lead a married life fraught with financial worries if it means giving up the carefree life of a bachelor?
Until this problem is addressed, many would rightfully defer marriage because it risks lowering their quality of life." Unquote
I found it amusing especially when the writer expressed 'it risks lowering their quality of life'
He must be very thorough in risk assessment, for not, the expression would have not been sprouted.
Everything in life is a risk. Even crossing at the green man does not necessarily equates you being safe. It merely enhances that the fact you can cross safely, much more than you cross when the red man is on. Is it not?
Quote "Singaporeans choose the second course of action - outsourcing. And so Junior goes to childcare and families employ maids. And a car becomes an attractive option." Unquote
No one, not even salvation from above or elsewhere could save you unless you and your other half decide what is the true meaning of prudence. One does not indulge in a lavish lifestyle when they could not afford to.
This is where the couple comes into the picture to 'iron out the differences' and this is what makes up part and parcel of marriage - Communications.
===
Lastly the two articles came out the day after the much-debated NKF report from KMPG was made public.
"No more passing the buck please" (ST Dec 2005)
"China plays down impact of GDP revision" (ST Dec 21 2005)
In view of all that have been said about corporate goverance, I hold my peace, since it was never my forte anyway. I have only but superficial knowledge on such issues.
Some good came out of it though. An overblown ego finally blown itself out, so to say. IF not for the deframation suit against SPH and the reporter, the skeletons would have been still be hiding behind the closets.
Enough said and enough ranting of who's who to blame and so forth. Finger-pointing after the milk is spilled does help but then the mess has to be cleaned up.
At least some parts of the government branches have 'woken' up after their prolonged slumber. With such frenzy being set off, I believe there are many others who would have come to terms that the long arm of the law DOES catch up. That said, it also proves that nothing, not even the most perfect system is infalliable.
As for figures and results, we have known since the days of statistics have shown, are uttery rubbish when one have an ulterior motive for abusing them.
We can proclaim that we have a 12-inch penis, or bosoms the size of watermelons as long as we grab the attention of our targeted group. Point taken.
As said in the fields of unit trusts and share-trading grounds, "Caveat Emptor."
What is said, needs not necessarily be deemed true.
===
So much for this Christmas Editioral. This is your Editor, wishing all readers and loved ones out there, Merry Christmas.
How is that for a start into one of the most celebrated holidays in the world?
My agenda for the morning would still be within the boundaries of the house. Effectively I am/going through the housewife training phase, so if you can excuse me for not being out of the house.
Jokes aside, I do have some program lined up. A bunch of friends will be coming over for brunch. But expect not that the Editor would be up to his neck or apron (whatever) sweating out in front of the wok this time. My culinary skills are meant for suitable for my own stomach acids. I would not guarantee the palate will go down well with those of my guests.
===
Outstanding news worthy issues accumulated from weeks ago:
"Why cant maids have boyfriends?" (ST Dec 9 2005)
"A maid-to-order society won't do" (ST Dec 9 2005)
"Let's talk about MARRIAGE" (ST Dec 12 2005)
"No more passing the buck please" (ST Dec 2005)
"China plays down impact of GDP revision" (ST Dec 21 2005)
===
The first two topics went around that of the employed maid in SG. I believe that there had been enough cases of both good and bad maids and employers to justify some say.
The most crucial point raised was that giving a rest day to the maid. Under the state current employment laws, every salaried employee in SG gets an off day for certain days at work. But in retrospect, apart from the good, caring employers, there is a general consensus among maid employers not to give their employee a day off. And the mindset of some employers go as far as to push the maids to a 18-hr working schedule; two or more families to tend to; their carwasher; their babysitter and what-nots all rolled into one.
Put yourself in such shoes, would you, for a meagre 250 SGD (on average) work hard if you have known what could befall upon you?
Taking those cases where the maids were abused and underfeed, there would be a greater proportion of maids who are basically become "slaves" while engaged as maids.
It takes two to clap; both employers and maids mindsets have to change before we see improvements in the treatment of our maids.
Though we are considered First World country, but sadly, our attitudes and mindsets are still very much Third World.
===
In "Let's talk about MARRIAGE", the young generation pour forth their feelings into words and looking from a marco-view, one would not be blame if one deems these articles are childish.
Quote "Why lead a married life fraught with financial worries if it means giving up the carefree life of a bachelor?
Until this problem is addressed, many would rightfully defer marriage because it risks lowering their quality of life." Unquote
I found it amusing especially when the writer expressed 'it risks lowering their quality of life'
He must be very thorough in risk assessment, for not, the expression would have not been sprouted.
Everything in life is a risk. Even crossing at the green man does not necessarily equates you being safe. It merely enhances that the fact you can cross safely, much more than you cross when the red man is on. Is it not?
Quote "Singaporeans choose the second course of action - outsourcing. And so Junior goes to childcare and families employ maids. And a car becomes an attractive option." Unquote
No one, not even salvation from above or elsewhere could save you unless you and your other half decide what is the true meaning of prudence. One does not indulge in a lavish lifestyle when they could not afford to.
This is where the couple comes into the picture to 'iron out the differences' and this is what makes up part and parcel of marriage - Communications.
===
Lastly the two articles came out the day after the much-debated NKF report from KMPG was made public.
"No more passing the buck please" (ST Dec 2005)
"China plays down impact of GDP revision" (ST Dec 21 2005)
In view of all that have been said about corporate goverance, I hold my peace, since it was never my forte anyway. I have only but superficial knowledge on such issues.
Some good came out of it though. An overblown ego finally blown itself out, so to say. IF not for the deframation suit against SPH and the reporter, the skeletons would have been still be hiding behind the closets.
Enough said and enough ranting of who's who to blame and so forth. Finger-pointing after the milk is spilled does help but then the mess has to be cleaned up.
At least some parts of the government branches have 'woken' up after their prolonged slumber. With such frenzy being set off, I believe there are many others who would have come to terms that the long arm of the law DOES catch up. That said, it also proves that nothing, not even the most perfect system is infalliable.
As for figures and results, we have known since the days of statistics have shown, are uttery rubbish when one have an ulterior motive for abusing them.
We can proclaim that we have a 12-inch penis, or bosoms the size of watermelons as long as we grab the attention of our targeted group. Point taken.
As said in the fields of unit trusts and share-trading grounds, "Caveat Emptor."
What is said, needs not necessarily be deemed true.
===
So much for this Christmas Editioral. This is your Editor, wishing all readers and loved ones out there, Merry Christmas.
December 23, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - inauguration meal 23 Dec 2005
Finally, I have managed to exchange my pen and paper today in exchange of the wok and ladle.
It was a simple fare as it was meant for myself. Needless to say, it has been some time that I took up the task to do cooking for others. Compared to my mother, my skills are lagging way behind.
These years of work have taken me away from home and it is the process of whipping up simple dishes that make life more interesting.
I must admit that I have not got down to learn dishes which require more preparation. In my 'stored inhouse-memory' there are simple soup dishes and being Cantonese, sweet desserts.
If you add them up, probably I can get the whole meal (complete with dessert) done within an hour. Hopefully there will be someone who will get to try it someday.*beams* In the meantime, I can be my own self guinea pig for the time being, unless there are volunteers around. Any takers?
Bon appetite!
December 22, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Errands almost complete. Way Overdue 22 Dec edition
First of all, apologies again for the lapse in the publishing. The editor reverted back to his 'excursions' (No FIRST CLASS flights) and his outstanding tasks.
On top of everything, there were a few newspapers clippings which I have kept away for upcoming editorials.
A brief update
- no plans for Christmas Eve, neither had the time to stroll down Orchard road.
- Bought myself a new laptop and managed to do all data transfers non-stop throughtout the night to this new toy.
- Smoothen out all little unpleasant boxes and tidied up the house.
- Completed my groceries shopping and whatever knick-knacks needed for the first and upcoming cooking session.
- A short ownership of the feline children ended back on 18th Dec with them being sent back to their foster mother.
- The editor shall be in SG this coming CNY.
So much for the news brief. Stay tune for more detail reports.
On top of everything, there were a few newspapers clippings which I have kept away for upcoming editorials.
A brief update
- no plans for Christmas Eve, neither had the time to stroll down Orchard road.
- Bought myself a new laptop and managed to do all data transfers non-stop throughtout the night to this new toy.
- Smoothen out all little unpleasant boxes and tidied up the house.
- Completed my groceries shopping and whatever knick-knacks needed for the first and upcoming cooking session.
- A short ownership of the feline children ended back on 18th Dec with them being sent back to their foster mother.
- The editor shall be in SG this coming CNY.
So much for the news brief. Stay tune for more detail reports.
December 14, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Knocked out 13 Dec 2005
Had a terrible headache on Sunday, knocked out at 2100 and woke up dazed at 1000 the next day, with the headache gone. *Thank goodness*
Still living day to day in a daze these days... Cannot shake off the nasty feeling of helplessness. *grrrz*
Only wake up to have a quick bite before getting down to clear up the felines' poo-poo and after a quick shower, settled back into the sofa with eyelids hardly able to open.
It is relatively strange I had not done much exercises (hmm.. which reminded me, I have to inform my brother of my shoe size... *away for 1 min*)
Done.
See what I meant about short term memory?? I can walk into the kitchen trying to get something done and end up forgetting some tool/ equipment here and there. *Grrrgh*
One of these days must get my brains checked... probably my mind's shrinking in size.
This is your erm... Editor signing off.
Still living day to day in a daze these days... Cannot shake off the nasty feeling of helplessness. *grrrz*
Only wake up to have a quick bite before getting down to clear up the felines' poo-poo and after a quick shower, settled back into the sofa with eyelids hardly able to open.
It is relatively strange I had not done much exercises (hmm.. which reminded me, I have to inform my brother of my shoe size... *away for 1 min*)
Done.
See what I meant about short term memory?? I can walk into the kitchen trying to get something done and end up forgetting some tool/ equipment here and there. *Grrrgh*
One of these days must get my brains checked... probably my mind's shrinking in size.
This is your erm... Editor signing off.
December 11, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Awake at 3am 11 Dec 2005
Someone hit the sleep button on me pleaseee...
This three-am routine is wrecking havoc on my waking times... I literally crawl out of bed around ten. Even though I am on leave officially, I hate to think I have gone back to the days when I keep duty hours from midnight to 0400 in the morning *aRgh*
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Have been tying up loose ends around the house and now with the Fantastic Four in the house, it seemed like time zipped by in some fancy automobile. *Where DID my day GO to!!* I end up reading the morning papers at 2200 onwards. So much for MORNING papers...
===
I think my favourite piece of music "Butterfly Lovers' Concerto" is doing its magic... my eyes are beginning to droop.
So much for this edition. I apologise for skiving.
*Yawnz*
This three-am routine is wrecking havoc on my waking times... I literally crawl out of bed around ten. Even though I am on leave officially, I hate to think I have gone back to the days when I keep duty hours from midnight to 0400 in the morning *aRgh*
===
Have been tying up loose ends around the house and now with the Fantastic Four in the house, it seemed like time zipped by in some fancy automobile. *Where DID my day GO to!!* I end up reading the morning papers at 2200 onwards. So much for MORNING papers...
===
I think my favourite piece of music "Butterfly Lovers' Concerto" is doing its magic... my eyes are beginning to droop.
So much for this edition. I apologise for skiving.
*Yawnz*
December 10, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - A touch of Zen 09 Dec 2005
As promised to a friend, this is a story which I have read and heard before.
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A intellectual, who had spent his years in studies of various fields, collected alot of Doctorates and Masters during those years.
One day, he decided to head back to see his mother and had to cross a river. The only mode of transportation was that of a boatman to row him across.
Once the price was agreeable, the boatman set off, rowing those oars with his muscular hands under the hot sun.
Feeling a little bored, the intellectual asked the boat man if he ever went to school before.
'No... my family was too poor and I started working, following my father and grandfather's footsteps rowing the boat.'
'Then you have missed out many fine things in life, Da Shu (Uncle); for I have gone through many years in college and have made a name in the academic field'
The boatman kept silent and sensing such mood, the intellectual kept quiet.
After a long while, the boatman broke the silence.
'Oh, wise one, I like to ask you something'
'Go ahead, I am more than willing to share my knowledge'
'Wise one, do you know how to swim?'
'Ah! Forgive me, I spent all my time on books and have not gone to learn such skills'
'Then Wise one, all your doctorates and degrees are of no use then?! For I have grave news, the boat have sprung a leak. I may not have been to school but then I have the skill to keep myself alive.
Forgive me that I cannot teach you this right now. Goodbye!'
Saying this, the boatman jumped off leaving the intellectual to a watery death.
===
A intellectual, who had spent his years in studies of various fields, collected alot of Doctorates and Masters during those years.
One day, he decided to head back to see his mother and had to cross a river. The only mode of transportation was that of a boatman to row him across.
Once the price was agreeable, the boatman set off, rowing those oars with his muscular hands under the hot sun.
Feeling a little bored, the intellectual asked the boat man if he ever went to school before.
'No... my family was too poor and I started working, following my father and grandfather's footsteps rowing the boat.'
'Then you have missed out many fine things in life, Da Shu (Uncle); for I have gone through many years in college and have made a name in the academic field'
The boatman kept silent and sensing such mood, the intellectual kept quiet.
After a long while, the boatman broke the silence.
'Oh, wise one, I like to ask you something'
'Go ahead, I am more than willing to share my knowledge'
'Wise one, do you know how to swim?'
'Ah! Forgive me, I spent all my time on books and have not gone to learn such skills'
'Then Wise one, all your doctorates and degrees are of no use then?! For I have grave news, the boat have sprung a leak. I may not have been to school but then I have the skill to keep myself alive.
Forgive me that I cannot teach you this right now. Goodbye!'
Saying this, the boatman jumped off leaving the intellectual to a watery death.
Little Red Dot Press - Felines run amok *almost* 09 Dec 2005
It has been reported that four felines were sighted in one of the units in West.
They were 'released' into the home of the unsuspecting owner. More pictures after this.
The inital opening of the cages prompted these felines to roam around, sniffing at everything sniff-able.
Eventually, when they got a little tired of sniffing around, they took their corners of the kitchen space of this owner.
At press time, three of them were reported to be widely awake with one limping feline dozing off in one corner of the kitchen.
Pictures coming up after the commercial break.
They were 'released' into the home of the unsuspecting owner. More pictures after this.
The inital opening of the cages prompted these felines to roam around, sniffing at everything sniff-able.
Eventually, when they got a little tired of sniffing around, they took their corners of the kitchen space of this owner.
At press time, three of them were reported to be widely awake with one limping feline dozing off in one corner of the kitchen.
Pictures coming up after the commercial break.
December 08, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Mice loves Rice 07/08 Dec edition
Before I had dinner over at my brother's place, the star performance of the lineage decided to get 'onstage' and sang a rendition of the song.
The stage was their plastic table, though a little small but it was able to fit the two sisters together for the skit.
The elder one was apparently the more vocal and flamboyant one, with her array of poses and talented dance steps, she sang and resang the few phrases that one might be led to think the recording she learnt from, was faulty.
"Wo ai ni, xiang zhe ni, jiu xiang lao shu ai dao mi...." she droned on, with the youngest one trying to ape her sister in her movements.
The overall sight was *pity... didnt tape down with the digital camcorder* pretty heartwarming.
The stage was their plastic table, though a little small but it was able to fit the two sisters together for the skit.
The elder one was apparently the more vocal and flamboyant one, with her array of poses and talented dance steps, she sang and resang the few phrases that one might be led to think the recording she learnt from, was faulty.
"Wo ai ni, xiang zhe ni, jiu xiang lao shu ai dao mi...." she droned on, with the youngest one trying to ape her sister in her movements.
The overall sight was *pity... didnt tape down with the digital camcorder* pretty heartwarming.
Little Red Dot Press - Post Exercise debrief 07 Dec 2005
Almost done with the house. As as today, only two more minor drilling operations to be carried out in the living room and patching up of cracks all round the sink area.
===
Shifting house is a BIG headache. The packing could not be any easier; it is the unpacking that was more of a hassle.
Logistics arrangements could be convenient if you have engaged a mover. Fortunately for me I had friends who chipped in one way or the other, which saved me alot of running around.
Renovations - which thankfully I do not have to go through - is one other phase which required multiple trips and inspections before the final say.
Be prepared for lots of cleaning. Plenty of it. Get a good broom, mop handy. MOP, MOP MOP... and get a good vacuum cleaner for the final round.
For those willing to get your hands dirty, get hold of putty (plaster and also for wood) to mend those holes, cracks. Silicone is for watertight integrity, so use sparingly. Heavy usage do not come cheap.
Furniture and electrical appliances: the rule of thumb applies.
do you NEED it or do you WANT it?
It is obviously nice to have the whole range of cutlery and what-nots that comes with a heavy price tag. A first time owner (read LADY) would be beaming with pride to show off to her friends and relatives what she HAS to show off to.
For the male owner, THINK hard, THINK really hard with your pocket and not elsewhere. Even if it means getting into another round of argument with your wife to be. Stand your ground.
Everything is good to have, but what ends up next? Imagine your other half who does very little cooking, then what use of the expensive pots and pans that will lie idle for the coming years?
Mission statement: KISS - KEEP IT SIMPLE AND even more SIMPLE.
Improvise with whatever is available. For example I was bogged with the idea of paying for a 250 odd tv rack cum cabinet when it dawned onto me to use a 35 SGD coffee table to be my tv rack. SEE how much you can save from minor tweaking?
Next better suggestion: DONT buy everything.
Scavenge from your home, her home, your grandparents' home, your siblings' home and whatever possible places. Key word : IMPROVISE
More debriefing to come in tomorrow's edition. Editor is currently beset with writer's block. *Fatigued*
Stay tune tomorrow.
===
Shifting house is a BIG headache. The packing could not be any easier; it is the unpacking that was more of a hassle.
Logistics arrangements could be convenient if you have engaged a mover. Fortunately for me I had friends who chipped in one way or the other, which saved me alot of running around.
Renovations - which thankfully I do not have to go through - is one other phase which required multiple trips and inspections before the final say.
Be prepared for lots of cleaning. Plenty of it. Get a good broom, mop handy. MOP, MOP MOP... and get a good vacuum cleaner for the final round.
For those willing to get your hands dirty, get hold of putty (plaster and also for wood) to mend those holes, cracks. Silicone is for watertight integrity, so use sparingly. Heavy usage do not come cheap.
Furniture and electrical appliances: the rule of thumb applies.
do you NEED it or do you WANT it?
It is obviously nice to have the whole range of cutlery and what-nots that comes with a heavy price tag. A first time owner (read LADY) would be beaming with pride to show off to her friends and relatives what she HAS to show off to.
For the male owner, THINK hard, THINK really hard with your pocket and not elsewhere. Even if it means getting into another round of argument with your wife to be. Stand your ground.
Everything is good to have, but what ends up next? Imagine your other half who does very little cooking, then what use of the expensive pots and pans that will lie idle for the coming years?
Mission statement: KISS - KEEP IT SIMPLE AND even more SIMPLE.
Improvise with whatever is available. For example I was bogged with the idea of paying for a 250 odd tv rack cum cabinet when it dawned onto me to use a 35 SGD coffee table to be my tv rack. SEE how much you can save from minor tweaking?
Next better suggestion: DONT buy everything.
Scavenge from your home, her home, your grandparents' home, your siblings' home and whatever possible places. Key word : IMPROVISE
More debriefing to come in tomorrow's edition. Editor is currently beset with writer's block. *Fatigued*
Stay tune tomorrow.
December 07, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - *Overdue* New home 07 Dec edition
Apologies to all crane-d necks out there...
The Editor was away doing part time plumbing, part time cleaner, part time coolie, part time time "auntie".
Shifted into the new house on the 3rd Dec and my laptop was only unpacked on the 5th, with a day waiting for the broadband to be transferred across to this new address, as well as activation of the telephone line.
So right now in the wee hours of 07/0300 local time, 06/1900 GMT, multi-tasked myself hitting away the keyboard furiously; while reading through friends' blogs and emails; all in the comfort of the humming air-con behind me *arhhhhhhh.... so shiok*
Of course, the queen size bed is calling for my tired body, but then I am wayyyyyy overdue for this paper and resists all attempts despite the lullaby. *yawnz*
===
The house is almost done up. Almost... Being an old apartment (20 something) and the lack of maintenance showed in many places, hence the need for the editor to put his fingers down and exchanged for the adjustable spanner and mops.
Being a barely furnished unit, the role of being "auntie" had to be taken on despite the overwhelming tasks to be completed. Strutting between the E-shop, the N-shop and all DIY shops in the vicinity, I got around fairly quickly. I brought my mum around and she was completely awed with the hair salons, medicine halls and what-nots shops that are available in the neighbourhood. There are five coffee-shops around, cooking at the moment is temporarily not needed. *Alas... no chance to show off my (passable) culinary skills* --> *Editor is a itsy bitsy hao lian*
The landmark I-shop in Alexandra and the D-shop in IMM building became my constant hangouts for the past two weeks. As most of the accessories in the house was purchased from these two entities, my overall expenditure so far (inclusive of electrical appliances) is estimated to hover at the 2k mark. *Not bad at all for a first timer.* --> *See what I meant about being HL?*
More updates coming soon.
===
As the new address is only a stone throw away from where the little rascals live, I was able to pop by more often.
They are a handful and constantly up to some little tricks that can leave you look like a Chershire cat at the end of the day. Of course when they bawl, they really can BAWL. *covers ears*
===
It was a nice surprise to receive an email from a long time friend. Apparently this friend of mine have gone overseas, which I was totally unaware of. But then again, I have been often IN and OUT of the country so often and for extended periods since my ORD days, that I am still dangling off the hook.
===
Another few more days, my children will be coming in. In case I get blank looks from the other end of the readers, I mean to say my felines are coming in.
There will be a boy - Socks, one gal called Sara Lee, one more gal named Snow (I named her :P ) and one more three legged fella - Sushi.
That will be a great compliment; I will having Sushi with Sara Lee and probably end up having Snow all over my Socks. Hmm... it rhymes right?? Am I good?? *self pat on the back... Well Done!*
No worries... all of them are sterilised and I will not have to end up having little platter of feet before I hear mine coming.
Pictures will be due soon in coming editions.
This is your *yawning* editor signing off. Come back for more updates.
The Editor was away doing part time plumbing, part time cleaner, part time coolie, part time time "auntie".
Shifted into the new house on the 3rd Dec and my laptop was only unpacked on the 5th, with a day waiting for the broadband to be transferred across to this new address, as well as activation of the telephone line.
So right now in the wee hours of 07/0300 local time, 06/1900 GMT, multi-tasked myself hitting away the keyboard furiously; while reading through friends' blogs and emails; all in the comfort of the humming air-con behind me *arhhhhhhh.... so shiok*
Of course, the queen size bed is calling for my tired body, but then I am wayyyyyy overdue for this paper and resists all attempts despite the lullaby. *yawnz*
===
The house is almost done up. Almost... Being an old apartment (20 something) and the lack of maintenance showed in many places, hence the need for the editor to put his fingers down and exchanged for the adjustable spanner and mops.
Being a barely furnished unit, the role of being "auntie" had to be taken on despite the overwhelming tasks to be completed. Strutting between the E-shop, the N-shop and all DIY shops in the vicinity, I got around fairly quickly. I brought my mum around and she was completely awed with the hair salons, medicine halls and what-nots shops that are available in the neighbourhood. There are five coffee-shops around, cooking at the moment is temporarily not needed. *Alas... no chance to show off my (passable) culinary skills* --> *Editor is a itsy bitsy hao lian*
The landmark I-shop in Alexandra and the D-shop in IMM building became my constant hangouts for the past two weeks. As most of the accessories in the house was purchased from these two entities, my overall expenditure so far (inclusive of electrical appliances) is estimated to hover at the 2k mark. *Not bad at all for a first timer.* --> *See what I meant about being HL?*
More updates coming soon.
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As the new address is only a stone throw away from where the little rascals live, I was able to pop by more often.
They are a handful and constantly up to some little tricks that can leave you look like a Chershire cat at the end of the day. Of course when they bawl, they really can BAWL. *covers ears*
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It was a nice surprise to receive an email from a long time friend. Apparently this friend of mine have gone overseas, which I was totally unaware of. But then again, I have been often IN and OUT of the country so often and for extended periods since my ORD days, that I am still dangling off the hook.
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Another few more days, my children will be coming in. In case I get blank looks from the other end of the readers, I mean to say my felines are coming in.
There will be a boy - Socks, one gal called Sara Lee, one more gal named Snow (I named her :P ) and one more three legged fella - Sushi.
That will be a great compliment; I will having Sushi with Sara Lee and probably end up having Snow all over my Socks. Hmm... it rhymes right?? Am I good?? *self pat on the back... Well Done!*
No worries... all of them are sterilised and I will not have to end up having little platter of feet before I hear mine coming.
Pictures will be due soon in coming editions.
This is your *yawning* editor signing off. Come back for more updates.
December 01, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Brain *almost* dead 30 Nov 2005
Day N of Ex Flying Swallow - Two more bookcases and I am done. Forgive me what day of the Exercise; I have lost track amidst the moving of barang barang, running through my Task-to-Do list and what nots.
Today was also the latest that I stayed; perhaps the motion of fixing up furniture got the better of me or my hands to be exact. I gotten down to complete the wardrobe, the sofa, one comfortable chair, one coffee table (which dawned on me later it can serve as my TV rack - cost control in process and plenty of hassle to search for a nice one to compliment the whole deco of the house); one bedside table.
*Editor away for 5 mins - to soothe my aching hands*
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I am losing my touch, probably have not got down to do these hands-on tasks for a long time. While at work, I hold the pen more often I hold the screwdriver. Hence explains my aching hands.
Christmas is coming round the corner, even the Chinese stations are hyping up the issue. Of course the airwaves are filled with subtle messages of giving, giving.
But the irony is how much of these messages get drummed into our thick-skulled y-generation?
My friend cum house mover mentioned to me that some garment skoolah had the bright idea of planting the tallest Xmas tree on Mt Faber, a stone throw from where I live now.
No wonder, I was wondering to myself what bloody structure it was. How horrendous looking it was and not to mention, how much taxpayers money wasted on such sheer display where the money can be better used somewhere.
A close friend enquired about some orphanage I had visited in Thailand some years ago. I replied him and the memories of those kids came back to mind.
Reminds me that I am wayyyyy overdue to visit them, or I can do with short trip to one in Bangkok. I have to do some linking up here and there before I can sit down and plan the whole works again..
That will come after I finished with the house first. *chuckles*
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So much for this edition. Stay tuned for more.
Today was also the latest that I stayed; perhaps the motion of fixing up furniture got the better of me or my hands to be exact. I gotten down to complete the wardrobe, the sofa, one comfortable chair, one coffee table (which dawned on me later it can serve as my TV rack - cost control in process and plenty of hassle to search for a nice one to compliment the whole deco of the house); one bedside table.
*Editor away for 5 mins - to soothe my aching hands*
===
I am losing my touch, probably have not got down to do these hands-on tasks for a long time. While at work, I hold the pen more often I hold the screwdriver. Hence explains my aching hands.
Christmas is coming round the corner, even the Chinese stations are hyping up the issue. Of course the airwaves are filled with subtle messages of giving, giving.
But the irony is how much of these messages get drummed into our thick-skulled y-generation?
My friend cum house mover mentioned to me that some garment skoolah had the bright idea of planting the tallest Xmas tree on Mt Faber, a stone throw from where I live now.
No wonder, I was wondering to myself what bloody structure it was. How horrendous looking it was and not to mention, how much taxpayers money wasted on such sheer display where the money can be better used somewhere.
A close friend enquired about some orphanage I had visited in Thailand some years ago. I replied him and the memories of those kids came back to mind.
Reminds me that I am wayyyyy overdue to visit them, or I can do with short trip to one in Bangkok. I have to do some linking up here and there before I can sit down and plan the whole works again..
That will come after I finished with the house first. *chuckles*
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So much for this edition. Stay tuned for more.
November 30, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Hands on 29 Nov edition
Getting my hands and on my knees today with allen keys, screw drivers and adjustable spanner. Only managed to get four chairs up today, amidst the final cleaning and shifting of furniture.
Also the late starting time of my day held up much progress. I crawled out of bed at 1030. A trip down to Punggol and back to my new premises eventually took another few hours. I started off only at 1530, with a mug of my kopi to drive my 'motors' until dinner time at 2030.
I did some touch-up painting; more painting; scrubbing down the toilet tiles; moping up the kitchen; cleaning up the brushes; clearing the unused paint and emulsions before finally settling down with my nuts and bolts.
My volunteer help was not available. Hence I have to live with what I have.
===
Shifting house is not as easy as it looks.
Thankfully I am the only decision maker, but then the torrential amount of opinions and advice that come from all ranging from the uncle, mother, brother and whoever that is more 'old bird' can cause a P-4 processor to hang.
Looking from another perspective, it dawns on me why soon-to-married couples can bicker.
From the tiling to the house colours, the sofa sets to the little bedside stool, the kitchen cutlery to the water taps, the processor up in the little tiny head post-Darwin modern ape-man has plenty to filter through. Throw in the opposite sex, you would sometimes feel someone jammed up the circuitry somewhere somehow.
Perhaps feminists would call for boycott of my paper, for being so negative towards the opposite gender.
Then again, realisation is the crux. Bearing such possible conflicts in mind, I might be in a better position to have a say in future with my other half.
In case I see raised eyebrows over the last statement, the Editor is still up for grabs. *chuckles*
Coming up... Swimsuit Babes
Also the late starting time of my day held up much progress. I crawled out of bed at 1030. A trip down to Punggol and back to my new premises eventually took another few hours. I started off only at 1530, with a mug of my kopi to drive my 'motors' until dinner time at 2030.
I did some touch-up painting; more painting; scrubbing down the toilet tiles; moping up the kitchen; cleaning up the brushes; clearing the unused paint and emulsions before finally settling down with my nuts and bolts.
My volunteer help was not available. Hence I have to live with what I have.
===
Shifting house is not as easy as it looks.
Thankfully I am the only decision maker, but then the torrential amount of opinions and advice that come from all ranging from the uncle, mother, brother and whoever that is more 'old bird' can cause a P-4 processor to hang.
Looking from another perspective, it dawns on me why soon-to-married couples can bicker.
From the tiling to the house colours, the sofa sets to the little bedside stool, the kitchen cutlery to the water taps, the processor up in the little tiny head post-Darwin modern ape-man has plenty to filter through. Throw in the opposite sex, you would sometimes feel someone jammed up the circuitry somewhere somehow.
Perhaps feminists would call for boycott of my paper, for being so negative towards the opposite gender.
Then again, realisation is the crux. Bearing such possible conflicts in mind, I might be in a better position to have a say in future with my other half.
In case I see raised eyebrows over the last statement, the Editor is still up for grabs. *chuckles*
Coming up... Swimsuit Babes
November 28, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Almost Done 27/28 Nov Edition
After a week of painting, scrubbing, cleaning, the house is finally (well, almost) done up.
The Editor has been bent on completing the remaining tasks that he had AGAIN forgotten to snap a pic of the house (without furniture, of course)
Tomorrow (28th Nov) will be the day my hands will be busy again, not at the keyboard, but with screw drivers and screws. Thankfully, I have a pair of volunteer hands to help me, else I will be too beat for the next edition.
And on the health section, the flu bug has finally decided to make a retreat, leaving only traces of a occasional cough behind.
With the house almost complete, I can now move on to the next item on the agenda: new TOSHIBA Laptop
More pics due next edition.
Latest newsflash. In next edition, pictures of swimsuit gals will be featured. Stay tuned.
The Editor has been bent on completing the remaining tasks that he had AGAIN forgotten to snap a pic of the house (without furniture, of course)
Tomorrow (28th Nov) will be the day my hands will be busy again, not at the keyboard, but with screw drivers and screws. Thankfully, I have a pair of volunteer hands to help me, else I will be too beat for the next edition.
And on the health section, the flu bug has finally decided to make a retreat, leaving only traces of a occasional cough behind.
With the house almost complete, I can now move on to the next item on the agenda: new TOSHIBA Laptop
More pics due next edition.
Latest newsflash. In next edition, pictures of swimsuit gals will be featured. Stay tuned.
November 27, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Part Deux 26/ 27 Nov edition
It is already the wee hours of 27 Nov and I have yet to touch a single sheet of ST or Zaobao of 26th Nov.
You might have thrown the old news out. Not a chance in my case, I rather forsake TV then to let myself devoid of news.
While as a Pirate Press editor, the highlights of the day were the quality time spent listening to SW (Shortwave) radio on the vessel's equipment. Through this medium I have unknowingly allowed myself to be a convert of a local station Capital 958 (FM 95.8, also broadcasting on SW 6000 kHz)
A friend commented it was so 'ah pek' *Laughs* as she knew I was on another auntie station (Love 972 FM 97.2) before.
Being away from home does makes the heart grows fonder.
I was at my nephew and niece graduation in kindergarden last week when I saw this quote which was so apt to fit my feelings.
How often have parents these days forgetten their roles? I might not have reached the status of marriagehood and not even to mention, parenthood. But the newer generation these days either make it or don't.
It might sound curt, as though I am the judge, jury and executioner. But children, as mentioned in Sumiko Tan's article in Sunday Times, 20 Nov. spells out the feelings of most single personnel out there.
Of course no one wished that children these days have to put up with unreasonable canings from the rotan heavily struck down by our parents nor ear pullings which have left some sour tastes in some people.
But ultimately the upbringing of the child relies heavily on the parents; for I have seen my own cousins turning down the course of deliquency through the lack of control during the course of growing up.
Where will we be heading off in the next generation? Only history can tell and history has been constantly replayed under guises that we chose blissfully to ignore.
You might have thrown the old news out. Not a chance in my case, I rather forsake TV then to let myself devoid of news.
While as a Pirate Press editor, the highlights of the day were the quality time spent listening to SW (Shortwave) radio on the vessel's equipment. Through this medium I have unknowingly allowed myself to be a convert of a local station Capital 958 (FM 95.8, also broadcasting on SW 6000 kHz)
A friend commented it was so 'ah pek' *Laughs* as she knew I was on another auntie station (Love 972 FM 97.2) before.
Being away from home does makes the heart grows fonder.
I was at my nephew and niece graduation in kindergarden last week when I saw this quote which was so apt to fit my feelings.
Your children need your presence more than they need your presents.
How often have parents these days forgetten their roles? I might not have reached the status of marriagehood and not even to mention, parenthood. But the newer generation these days either make it or don't.
It might sound curt, as though I am the judge, jury and executioner. But children, as mentioned in Sumiko Tan's article in Sunday Times, 20 Nov. spells out the feelings of most single personnel out there.
Of course no one wished that children these days have to put up with unreasonable canings from the rotan heavily struck down by our parents nor ear pullings which have left some sour tastes in some people.
But ultimately the upbringing of the child relies heavily on the parents; for I have seen my own cousins turning down the course of deliquency through the lack of control during the course of growing up.
Where will we be heading off in the next generation? Only history can tell and history has been constantly replayed under guises that we chose blissfully to ignore.
Little Red Dot Press - Overloaded 26 Nov 2005
I must be getting worn out or overloaded with too many thoughts in my head..
I actually keyed 26 Nov 2006 in the title header *sighz*
Time to throw out the rubbish. I have enough pep talk these few days, from my Kor and from my Uncle. And on top of that I have to plan out what to do for the house, though the "Task to do" list almost completed. I am left with the final washdown and furniture to settle with.
My exams will not be due soon. I have to wait for a letter from MPA in TWO weeks time then I can go to book for the exam.
How EFFICIENT our garment agencies are becoming. You too might have besotten with such problems and it ends up terribly frustrating when the whole compound seems to have prided themselves into thinking that they are the BEST?!
Efficiency: it reminds me that they too are efficient in this following link
How can AVA take away my pet chickens without telling me?
-->http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/forum/story/0,5562,354749,00.html?
I read with regret such action have been taken. Of course in the 'macro' view, I have to put my hand for the motion. But should it not that suitable tack be used in view of such actions being condemn as reckless?
Looking through the barrage of letters published these days, it seems that the garment is under pelting from a barrage of another kind, unkind words.
Perhaps it is time to seek out greener pastures where we can live with less of these 'EFFICIENT' agencies and live longer lives.
This is your Editor, who had absent-mindly left his digital camera in the backpack for the whole day and forgotten to snap a pic of the house still under going works.
I actually keyed 26 Nov 2006 in the title header *sighz*
Time to throw out the rubbish. I have enough pep talk these few days, from my Kor and from my Uncle. And on top of that I have to plan out what to do for the house, though the "Task to do" list almost completed. I am left with the final washdown and furniture to settle with.
My exams will not be due soon. I have to wait for a letter from MPA in TWO weeks time then I can go to book for the exam.
How EFFICIENT our garment agencies are becoming. You too might have besotten with such problems and it ends up terribly frustrating when the whole compound seems to have prided themselves into thinking that they are the BEST?!
Efficiency: it reminds me that they too are efficient in this following link
How can AVA take away my pet chickens without telling me?
-->http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/forum/story/0,5562,354749,00.html?
I read with regret such action have been taken. Of course in the 'macro' view, I have to put my hand for the motion. But should it not that suitable tack be used in view of such actions being condemn as reckless?
Looking through the barrage of letters published these days, it seems that the garment is under pelting from a barrage of another kind, unkind words.
Perhaps it is time to seek out greener pastures where we can live with less of these 'EFFICIENT' agencies and live longer lives.
This is your Editor, who had absent-mindly left his digital camera in the backpack for the whole day and forgotten to snap a pic of the house still under going works.
November 24, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Wedding Dinner 22 Nov 2005
Had to cut short my work at my new place to make it on time for the wedding dinner of my sec school classmate.
At least, I have managed quite a bit of cleaning so far, on my own. My sore throat is gone now and I feel so much better already. *phew* I was apprehensive about attending my friend's wedding.
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Quite surprised to see a few classmates whom I have not met up for almost 13 years.
Talk about school days and it seems so fresh. The final surprise came about during the 'tekan' session. Obviously the bridegroom (our friend) was not spared from the usual dunk-drinking sessions.
He was tasked, I repeat, to sing the school song. At first I was like 'how did the song go...' but as soon as the whole bunch of ex-GESSians started brawling out the school song, I too sang in low tones (For the record, I was not involved in the tekan session) *smiles*
The memory of those days came back in torrents. Well... almost. The brain did not suffer from any overload of memory flash-backs though. *chuckles*
ONWARDS GESSIANS!
So much for memorable days... *sighs*
At least, I have managed quite a bit of cleaning so far, on my own. My sore throat is gone now and I feel so much better already. *phew* I was apprehensive about attending my friend's wedding.
===
Quite surprised to see a few classmates whom I have not met up for almost 13 years.
Talk about school days and it seems so fresh. The final surprise came about during the 'tekan' session. Obviously the bridegroom (our friend) was not spared from the usual dunk-drinking sessions.
He was tasked, I repeat, to sing the school song. At first I was like 'how did the song go...' but as soon as the whole bunch of ex-GESSians started brawling out the school song, I too sang in low tones (For the record, I was not involved in the tekan session) *smiles*
The memory of those days came back in torrents. Well... almost. The brain did not suffer from any overload of memory flash-backs though. *chuckles*
ONWARDS GESSIANS!
So much for memorable days... *sighs*
November 23, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Flu bug bitten 21 Nov 2005
*achoo* The Editor have taken ill, finally.
So much for the weather changes... Up in China, it was dry and cool; apart for the drizzles that fell on most days while I was there.
Today is also Day 2 of my Ex Flying Swallow - a generic exercise name I coined up for shifting house. *Off the record, yes I do agree it's bloody corny. Hahaha*
And what I had done so far:
Day 1 - Forked out a big dole on IKEA furniture. The strolling had me worn out. Not to mention the amount of decision-making I had to do. Glad it was already over.
Day 2 - Made some measurements in the living room, also started to draw up the list for the house clean-up. Friend came up and sent me off to the very cheap shop in IMM.
Spent $60 on my first visit... Have restrained myself but should have cut back on more.
===
Went down to see sinseh for the flu. Perhaps some might think it would be better to visit the western doc, but I am still in favour of TCM. The medication did its work without the drowsiness effect. At least I could feel the sore throat subsiding by the end of the day.
So much for today. I am still wondering if I can complete the movement on time. *ponders*
So much for the weather changes... Up in China, it was dry and cool; apart for the drizzles that fell on most days while I was there.
Today is also Day 2 of my Ex Flying Swallow - a generic exercise name I coined up for shifting house. *Off the record, yes I do agree it's bloody corny. Hahaha*
And what I had done so far:
Day 1 - Forked out a big dole on IKEA furniture. The strolling had me worn out. Not to mention the amount of decision-making I had to do. Glad it was already over.
Day 2 - Made some measurements in the living room, also started to draw up the list for the house clean-up. Friend came up and sent me off to the very cheap shop in IMM.
Spent $60 on my first visit... Have restrained myself but should have cut back on more.
===
Went down to see sinseh for the flu. Perhaps some might think it would be better to visit the western doc, but I am still in favour of TCM. The medication did its work without the drowsiness effect. At least I could feel the sore throat subsiding by the end of the day.
So much for today. I am still wondering if I can complete the movement on time. *ponders*
November 18, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Grouchy Post 17/18 Nov Edition
Moving out of the house is easy. It is the portion whereby you have to do the packing and UNPACKING later that comes as a chore.
Thankfully being part of the male homo-saipen species, I only have a small sampling of clothings to be packed away. And most of them are still in near-vacuum ziplock bags. I had them packed away before I went away for my last six months contract.
Books... Had I not controlled myself these few years, I would be up to my neck on how to bring these books across.
Then again all these packing and unpacking seem relatively unimportant as compared to one aspect of this operation: LOGISTICS!
I might have to push some buttons and ask for some favours to bring my items across, which is thankfully, should be accomplished within 2 or 3 car trips.
===
A grouchy me took possession in the earlier part of the night. Perhaps after departing from such cosy conditions up in Zhou Shan, whereby I had the luxury of housekeeping staff to clean up the room, I now return to see some of my t-shirts still not fully dry, leaving behing a feeling of humidity within the fibres of the fabric. *DRYER!!! where are THOU!?!*
Perhaps having a little 'cleanish' streak in me, made me upset over such apathy; now it's back to square one where it has to be redone over again. :(
So much for a two week absence.
Thankfully being part of the male homo-saipen species, I only have a small sampling of clothings to be packed away. And most of them are still in near-vacuum ziplock bags. I had them packed away before I went away for my last six months contract.
Books... Had I not controlled myself these few years, I would be up to my neck on how to bring these books across.
Then again all these packing and unpacking seem relatively unimportant as compared to one aspect of this operation: LOGISTICS!
I might have to push some buttons and ask for some favours to bring my items across, which is thankfully, should be accomplished within 2 or 3 car trips.
===
A grouchy me took possession in the earlier part of the night. Perhaps after departing from such cosy conditions up in Zhou Shan, whereby I had the luxury of housekeeping staff to clean up the room, I now return to see some of my t-shirts still not fully dry, leaving behing a feeling of humidity within the fibres of the fabric. *DRYER!!! where are THOU!?!*
Perhaps having a little 'cleanish' streak in me, made me upset over such apathy; now it's back to square one where it has to be redone over again. :(
So much for a two week absence.
November 17, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Lagging and Tired 17 Nov edn
After two consecutive flights, one from NingBo to Hong Kong and the other from Hong Kong to Singapore had me very much worn out.
For the uninformed, this Editor had left most people second guessing of his whereabouts. I was sent for a course, compliments of my company to ZhouShan, Zhejiang Province, PRC from 07 Nov till 16 Nov. It was until today that I could sit down in my comfortable hi-back chair and resume my duties as the Editor.
Even my mum called to find me in HKG (I had a night stop-over in HKG prior the flight to Ningbo) on the 7th. She was presumably lost in the twilight zone, as I had mentioned to her about the event.
The course comprised of theory as well as practical sessions. I shall skip the details for fear that the mambo-jumbo would leave more question marks hanging in the air than it should be.
It was also a nice getaway from the hustle of this Little Red Dot city state, but the trip also held back my plans to move out.
And one more piece which this Editor did not mention is that I shall be shifting out to my own premises within these two weeks (scheduled to complete shifting by end of the month)
I rented down a 3 room HDB unit and will be back to my nomadic lifestyle, complete with more household luxuries than I have now in this present premises. *AIR CON! WHERE IS MY AIR-CON?!! (grasps for breath)*
Pictures will follow and my up-and-coming postings might seem rather bland to some as I would hyped-up blabbing about my new premises.
Perhaps some might query over my decision to move out ALONE and to fork out a tidy sum of money for the house. Looking in the near future, every one would have to move out of their parents' premises one day.
In my case, I now have the buoyancy to live on my own, with savings from the years I spent at sea as the Pirate Press editor. And chances of finding such a niche area (5 mins walk from my elder brother's place) is far and few.
On top of everything, the owner is the sister of my good friend which in turn made things much easier to negotiate.
So, does this shift means I would be hanging up my sea-boots soon? asked some of my friends. As the Editor, I have very little to comment at the present moment. For more update, stay tuned to Little Red Dot Press!
For the uninformed, this Editor had left most people second guessing of his whereabouts. I was sent for a course, compliments of my company to ZhouShan, Zhejiang Province, PRC from 07 Nov till 16 Nov. It was until today that I could sit down in my comfortable hi-back chair and resume my duties as the Editor.
Even my mum called to find me in HKG (I had a night stop-over in HKG prior the flight to Ningbo) on the 7th. She was presumably lost in the twilight zone, as I had mentioned to her about the event.
The course comprised of theory as well as practical sessions. I shall skip the details for fear that the mambo-jumbo would leave more question marks hanging in the air than it should be.
It was also a nice getaway from the hustle of this Little Red Dot city state, but the trip also held back my plans to move out.
And one more piece which this Editor did not mention is that I shall be shifting out to my own premises within these two weeks (scheduled to complete shifting by end of the month)
I rented down a 3 room HDB unit and will be back to my nomadic lifestyle, complete with more household luxuries than I have now in this present premises. *AIR CON! WHERE IS MY AIR-CON?!! (grasps for breath)*
Pictures will follow and my up-and-coming postings might seem rather bland to some as I would hyped-up blabbing about my new premises.
Perhaps some might query over my decision to move out ALONE and to fork out a tidy sum of money for the house. Looking in the near future, every one would have to move out of their parents' premises one day.
In my case, I now have the buoyancy to live on my own, with savings from the years I spent at sea as the Pirate Press editor. And chances of finding such a niche area (5 mins walk from my elder brother's place) is far and few.
On top of everything, the owner is the sister of my good friend which in turn made things much easier to negotiate.
So, does this shift means I would be hanging up my sea-boots soon? asked some of my friends. As the Editor, I have very little to comment at the present moment. For more update, stay tuned to Little Red Dot Press!
November 04, 2005
Little Red Dot Press - Bee-zee 28 Oct - 04 Nov edition
Shortly after I had my bums back on my hi-back chair, the task of cleaning up the amount of dust that piled up in my room began.
After a few changes of water and few days later, the room is spick and span *finally*
My books, suitcases and many other barang barang have been systematically packed away... for the time being.
But the outlook did not last long; one phone call from my company have me reeling momentarily. I was due to fly again. Yes it was too "good" to be true; my bum had hardly warmed the seat and I have to fly again.
Thankfully, I was only due to fly up to China for a short one-week course. So much for my stay in SG.
Of course within the short span till now, this editor have not only been busy with spring-cleaning. Things could not have come at a right time. I DID have intentions to move out and surprisingly, a friend acting upon his sister's behalf, was trying to get the place occupied.
In time to come, I shall the proud occupant of my little Abode! Watch this space, more pics will come!
Your friendly Pirate Press/ Little Red Dot Press editor,
Syn
After a few changes of water and few days later, the room is spick and span *finally*
My books, suitcases and many other barang barang have been systematically packed away... for the time being.
But the outlook did not last long; one phone call from my company have me reeling momentarily. I was due to fly again. Yes it was too "good" to be true; my bum had hardly warmed the seat and I have to fly again.
Thankfully, I was only due to fly up to China for a short one-week course. So much for my stay in SG.
Of course within the short span till now, this editor have not only been busy with spring-cleaning. Things could not have come at a right time. I DID have intentions to move out and surprisingly, a friend acting upon his sister's behalf, was trying to get the place occupied.
In time to come, I shall the proud occupant of my little Abode! Watch this space, more pics will come!
Your friendly Pirate Press/ Little Red Dot Press editor,
Syn
October 25, 2005
Pirate Press - Off FINALLY 25 Oct 2005
Finally... got off the ship and had a good night's sleep without a care on my back...
6 months and +++ days did not seem too long but then again, the days that passed did not seem too short either *smirks*
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At present, holding out on the shores of "Fragrance Harbour" and have racked up a bit of purchases within one day.
Devoid of shopping entertainment in the past months, the inital hours of window shopping and browsing through the array of goods and products on display made my head swell.
I wrapped up the afternoon walkabout with a splinting headache. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep that added up to the throbbing head *grimaces*
Final Score:
Headache 1 - Pirate 0
Being ashore also allowed me to indulge in some recon mission (Read - eye candy relishing)
This cosmopolitian and vibrant city of Asia have basically two categories of eye candy:
- watchable
- barely watchable
So if you may excuse me, I will be going back to my *ahem* important mission right after this.
Your friendly Pirate Press editor in HK,
Syn
6 months and +++ days did not seem too long but then again, the days that passed did not seem too short either *smirks*
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At present, holding out on the shores of "Fragrance Harbour" and have racked up a bit of purchases within one day.
Devoid of shopping entertainment in the past months, the inital hours of window shopping and browsing through the array of goods and products on display made my head swell.
I wrapped up the afternoon walkabout with a splinting headache. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep that added up to the throbbing head *grimaces*
Final Score:
Headache 1 - Pirate 0
Being ashore also allowed me to indulge in some recon mission (Read - eye candy relishing)
This cosmopolitian and vibrant city of Asia have basically two categories of eye candy:
- watchable
- barely watchable
So if you may excuse me, I will be going back to my *ahem* important mission right after this.
Your friendly Pirate Press editor in HK,
Syn
September 28, 2005
Pirate Press - Typhoon Season 27 Sep edition
Typhoon here, typhoon there... Wonder if the Big Bad Wolf (of the Three Little Pigs fame) is at work??
Not fretting over here as yet. Katrina and Rita were on the other side of the US. In this part of the ocean is hardly the spawning ground for these great gusts of wind.
Seen another one slammed in Vietnam/Hainan Island on the internet news. As it seems I did seem to recall seeing an article in the local papers here that saying Katrina was the work of some weather-manic-Japanese. Americans... *shakes head*...
Plenty of articulate pieces have come forth since the arrival of Katrina and Rita. Not to mention back in Asia, Haitang and others too made claim to their trails of destruction all over Taiwan and China.
Mother Nature is indeed not to be trifled with. The aftermath pictures of Katrina seems uncanny alike those taken after the tsunami in Aceh.
Time is running short for this edition and till next time.
Your Pirate Press editor signing off.
Syn
Not fretting over here as yet. Katrina and Rita were on the other side of the US. In this part of the ocean is hardly the spawning ground for these great gusts of wind.
Seen another one slammed in Vietnam/Hainan Island on the internet news. As it seems I did seem to recall seeing an article in the local papers here that saying Katrina was the work of some weather-manic-Japanese. Americans... *shakes head*...
Plenty of articulate pieces have come forth since the arrival of Katrina and Rita. Not to mention back in Asia, Haitang and others too made claim to their trails of destruction all over Taiwan and China.
Mother Nature is indeed not to be trifled with. The aftermath pictures of Katrina seems uncanny alike those taken after the tsunami in Aceh.
Time is running short for this edition and till next time.
Your Pirate Press editor signing off.
Syn
September 25, 2005
Pirate Press - Due home soon 24 Sep edition
The arrival in Long Beach signifies the end of a voyage. With the departure from Long Beach, the end of my contract onboard will soon be due. In about a month's time, when I sign on the dotted line of the articles which would then release me from my bound contract onboard and mark the beginning of my leave ashore.
Apart from having an examination to clear which would then hand me the final chapter of my career, a Captain's certification. Finally, I will soon reach what I have set forth years ago.
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There are plans aplenty and the list goes on. Having spent half the year away from home, time spent with family members, especially the young generation never seems enough.
In a twinkling of an eye, my nephew would be attending Pri 1 next year; it only seemed like yesterday that he took his first steps, clamouring all over the house...
His two other siblings ould soon tread the path in a few years to come. Hazel constantly asking where I am, Laurel still shying away from this distant uncle, but nevertheless still waved goodbye when I last visited them in SG.
Time do really flies when you are unaware of it.
There is my travelling to do... Changmai beckons and perhaps I might throw Laos into the itinerary as well...
Of course there are the felines and "rascals" to be visited at a friend's place. These beings have been rescued from certain death of some Ah Gong's intolerant policy of culling, by some wonderful volunteers who spent their wakeful moments climbing trees and longkangs to find these creatures.
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Indeed, I am being kept busy for the months to come. Not forgetting to resume my exercise routine which have been on "hold" since I came onboard for work. I admit I DO pant for air after several flights of stairs these days... thus you can imagine how bad shape I am in.
This is your Pirate Press editor signing off till next edition.
Apart from having an examination to clear which would then hand me the final chapter of my career, a Captain's certification. Finally, I will soon reach what I have set forth years ago.
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There are plans aplenty and the list goes on. Having spent half the year away from home, time spent with family members, especially the young generation never seems enough.
In a twinkling of an eye, my nephew would be attending Pri 1 next year; it only seemed like yesterday that he took his first steps, clamouring all over the house...
His two other siblings ould soon tread the path in a few years to come. Hazel constantly asking where I am, Laurel still shying away from this distant uncle, but nevertheless still waved goodbye when I last visited them in SG.
Time do really flies when you are unaware of it.
There is my travelling to do... Changmai beckons and perhaps I might throw Laos into the itinerary as well...
Of course there are the felines and "rascals" to be visited at a friend's place. These beings have been rescued from certain death of some Ah Gong's intolerant policy of culling, by some wonderful volunteers who spent their wakeful moments climbing trees and longkangs to find these creatures.
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Indeed, I am being kept busy for the months to come. Not forgetting to resume my exercise routine which have been on "hold" since I came onboard for work. I admit I DO pant for air after several flights of stairs these days... thus you can imagine how bad shape I am in.
This is your Pirate Press editor signing off till next edition.
Pirate Press - Lost in Friendster 24 Sep edition
Land ahoy... and internet kiosk here I come!
Logged into the WWW once again after a break of two odd weeks since departure SG and went into the almost forgotten site of Friendster.
Needless to say, the absent-minded me have to retrieve my password before login (See what I meant about long forgotten??)
Glancing through the list of pictures and apparently drew a blank look on my face....
Thoughts went fast and furious through my mind "Hmm... who is this AXXX ??... And this BXXX is tiang lai eh ???"
So it seems that many of my friends have updated their profiles. Obviously speaking, mine have been gathering dust since my last logon. The whole platform have taken on a new look and it have apparently seemed more user friendly this time round.
Nevertheless, my time at the internet kiosk is limited as the timer ticks its way to zero, which meant having to part with another US dollar note (Indeed, now you know why I hit the keyboard so fast and hard?!) therefore whatever heavy reading or surfing on Friendster and including resuming my role as the Pirate Press editor have to wither down to limited time online.
Till next edition, this is the Pirate Press signing off.
Logged into the WWW once again after a break of two odd weeks since departure SG and went into the almost forgotten site of Friendster.
Needless to say, the absent-minded me have to retrieve my password before login (See what I meant about long forgotten??)
Glancing through the list of pictures and apparently drew a blank look on my face....
Thoughts went fast and furious through my mind "Hmm... who is this AXXX ??... And this BXXX is tiang lai eh ???"
So it seems that many of my friends have updated their profiles. Obviously speaking, mine have been gathering dust since my last logon. The whole platform have taken on a new look and it have apparently seemed more user friendly this time round.
Nevertheless, my time at the internet kiosk is limited as the timer ticks its way to zero, which meant having to part with another US dollar note (Indeed, now you know why I hit the keyboard so fast and hard?!) therefore whatever heavy reading or surfing on Friendster and including resuming my role as the Pirate Press editor have to wither down to limited time online.
Till next edition, this is the Pirate Press signing off.
DianDi Press - a Drop of reality 24 Sep edition
Is it ironic not that
- a lof of our time is spent to gain more material possessions and further pursuit of even more material possessions translate into more time spent at work?
- we spent our working life looking forward towards retirement but blatantly lost sight of enjoying the moments at present?
- in some relationships, the other half is the most perfect being on Earth but after marriage, whatever they do, they seem to do everything wrong?
- money earned is meant to be used, not kept as a set of figures in banks?
- nothing is more important in life than to be able to breathe?
Quote
- Man has few needs but many wants
Unquote
- a lof of our time is spent to gain more material possessions and further pursuit of even more material possessions translate into more time spent at work?
- we spent our working life looking forward towards retirement but blatantly lost sight of enjoying the moments at present?
- in some relationships, the other half is the most perfect being on Earth but after marriage, whatever they do, they seem to do everything wrong?
- money earned is meant to be used, not kept as a set of figures in banks?
- nothing is more important in life than to be able to breathe?
Quote
- Man has few needs but many wants
Unquote
July 26, 2005
Pirate Press - Pouring KaoHsiung 20 Jul edition
Finally managed to arrive into KaoHsiung in one piece yesterday afternoon. It is never really comforting to see a 330m ship flexing like a piece of ruler inthe rough seas off Taiwan.
Typhoon Haitang have left Taiwan at a standstill for a day and many shipsdelayed and obviously many clients anxious for their cargoes. The ship willbe definitely be late for Hong Kong and Shekou, if anything of this schedule goes by.
My Taiwanese supper yesterday was washed away by the torrential rain. Not inthe literal sense but the pouring rains left a wet blanket over my appetite.The stevedore's offer to ferry me out on his mini-scooter had to be turned down.
It was nice of him to offer me the ride out, but to make him scoot me thereand back in the pouring rain for my stomach, seems rather unjustified.
Just to think after 11 long days (it did seemed terribly long this timethough... probably due to the bad weather outside prior arrival to Taiwan) Iwas warming up to a nice warm meal ashore and the rains just had to washeverything off... Tsk tsk... seems like the heavens do not think too highly of my late night supper.
Eventually I ended up munching on Amos cookies and more dry rations in my cabin for my supper. So much for my Taiwanese treats.
As at press time, Typhoon Haitang have been degraded to TS (tropical storm)and have made its way into the Fujian province. Tracking her have beenstressful. There was a point of time when it made a round-about turn.... anda possiblity of it making its way towards us. No doubt the ship is big andrelatively new, still the forces of nature are not to be written off easily.
Time for my siesta. So much for now.
This is your Pirate Press editior, signing off for now.
Pirate Press - Foggy Kurils, Foggy Hokkaido 15 Jul edition
15 Jul 2005
The cold/cool climate over these two areas coupled with the retarding oftime have subconsciously led this editor to two situations:
- perpetually hungry, (I appear to be hungry and start snacking almost immediately after meals on most occasions)
- sudden onset of drowsiness at scheduled timings of the day. (If anyone recalls how Garfield reacts when he gets nap attack... well, that is about what happens to me)
I can imagine why bears go into hibernation. At this moment, I too feel like hibernating ... but of course, after a decent good meal *yawns*
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As this is the first time I have ever done this route on a ship, the geography of the area do attract and take up a lot of my attention.First there was the Aleutian Islands, off Alaska. Then the ship waltzed through the Sea of Okhotsk. Presently amidst this foggy and forever foggy area off the disputed Kurils Islands and Hokkaido, it does seem to enliven the routine run of this vessel.
You may have seen the movie Constantine... now see for yourself CapeConstantine (located in Alaska). Look for the accompanying picture that follows after this print.
Over the years of poring over charts, I have come across many interestedplaces with much more interesting names.
I recall of a mountain down in the vicinity of Melbourne, Australia named asMount Singapore. My initial reaction is "Huh? Singapore here??"Indeed, the navigators and explorers of the past sure have a knack forallocating names to places.
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My hours daily and nightly are spent peering over the radars these days.There is nothing really I can really see with this fog; the fore part of the ship (a distance of 270m) being perpetually engulfed by the fog. The BBC shortwave is still covering the recent bomb blast incident and SG shortwave can be picked up with plenty of static noise in the latter part ofthe evening, almost close to midnight local time here. So much for sidelined entertainment.
Around in the "neighbourhood"... not exactly around... there is a typhoon Hai Tang hanging off in the Pacific; its path have been extensively covered by the meteorological agency in Japan.
The agency is one of the best around and their reports and predictions are second to none in this Asia Pacific theatre
The vessel would not feel the full force of the typhoon itself. Going into the typhoon on a ship is contemplating suicide; no sane sailor would want to do it if he have any other choice.
If you cannot imagine how a ship goes through a typhoon, a short glimpse can be seen in the movie "The Perfect Storm" albeit slightly exaggerated in the movies.
So much for this edition. This is your Pirate Editor signing off.
Pirate Press - A note from the editor 13 Jul
As the ship steadily made her way up to the Aleutians Islands and crossedthe International Date Line and into the waters of frigid Russian waters,the persistent fog that was aplenty before when crossing towards sunny California, remained the same.
Apart from free sessions of whale-and-dolphins-watching off the coast ofCalifornia, there is really nothing interesting these days. Thus the editor had been deliberating on what to write on these days.
The existing blog, after some consideration, would still keep its name buthowever the contents would be revamped slightly. What will remain would becopies of Pirate Press posted up accumulated over the voyage period of 42 days.
Four months on this run; three more to knock down before I can see that bigbreak ahead of me. Already aches and pains are surfacing these days...probably from the lack of good rest and the adjustment of clocks to various time zones daily can mess up a rather-synchronised body clock.
Till next issue, this is your editior reporting from the Sea of Okhotsk inthe Russian neighbourhood.
Apart from free sessions of whale-and-dolphins-watching off the coast ofCalifornia, there is really nothing interesting these days. Thus the editor had been deliberating on what to write on these days.
The existing blog, after some consideration, would still keep its name buthowever the contents would be revamped slightly. What will remain would becopies of Pirate Press posted up accumulated over the voyage period of 42 days.
Four months on this run; three more to knock down before I can see that bigbreak ahead of me. Already aches and pains are surfacing these days...probably from the lack of good rest and the adjustment of clocks to various time zones daily can mess up a rather-synchronised body clock.
Till next issue, this is your editior reporting from the Sea of Okhotsk inthe Russian neighbourhood.
Pirate Press - "About a Seaman" edition
Seaman
Between the innocence of infancy
and the recklessness of adultery comes that
unique specimen of humanity known as a Seaman.
Seaman can be found in Bars; in Arguments; in Bed;
in Debt and intoxicated.
They are tall, short, fat, thin, dark, fair
but never Normal.
They hate ships' food, chief engineers, writing letters,
sailing onSaturdays and dry ships.
They like receiving mail, pay off day, nudepin-ups,
sympathy, complaining and beer.
A seaman's secret ambition is to change places
with the owner for one trip,to own a brewery and to be loved by everyone in the world.
A seaman is a Sir Galahad in a Japanese brothel,
a psychologist with"Readers' Digest" on the table,
Don Quixote with a discharge book,
the saviour of mankind with his back teeth awash,
Valentino with a fiver in his pocket
and democracy personified in a Red Chinese prison cell.
A seaman is a provider in war and a parasite in peace.
No one is subject toso much abuse, wrongly accused,
so often misunderstood by so many as a seaman.
He has the patience of Job,
the honesty of a fool
and the heaven sent ability to laugh at himself.
When he returns home from a long voyage
no one else but a Seaman
can create such an atmosphere
and laughing as he walks through the door
with the magic words on his lips :
Have you got the Ale in there ?
---
This was found when I went through the backup copy of my files on my computer.
It was taken off my ship many many years ago and re-reading itmade me laugh once again.
Of course, not all written about the seaman is true...
but I would see myself among what was written :)
Have a good read!
Syn
Between the innocence of infancy
and the recklessness of adultery comes that
unique specimen of humanity known as a Seaman.
Seaman can be found in Bars; in Arguments; in Bed;
in Debt and intoxicated.
They are tall, short, fat, thin, dark, fair
but never Normal.
They hate ships' food, chief engineers, writing letters,
sailing onSaturdays and dry ships.
They like receiving mail, pay off day, nudepin-ups,
sympathy, complaining and beer.
A seaman's secret ambition is to change places
with the owner for one trip,to own a brewery and to be loved by everyone in the world.
A seaman is a Sir Galahad in a Japanese brothel,
a psychologist with"Readers' Digest" on the table,
Don Quixote with a discharge book,
the saviour of mankind with his back teeth awash,
Valentino with a fiver in his pocket
and democracy personified in a Red Chinese prison cell.
A seaman is a provider in war and a parasite in peace.
No one is subject toso much abuse, wrongly accused,
so often misunderstood by so many as a seaman.
He has the patience of Job,
the honesty of a fool
and the heaven sent ability to laugh at himself.
When he returns home from a long voyage
no one else but a Seaman
can create such an atmosphere
and laughing as he walks through the door
with the magic words on his lips :
Have you got the Ale in there ?
---
This was found when I went through the backup copy of my files on my computer.
It was taken off my ship many many years ago and re-reading itmade me laugh once again.
Of course, not all written about the seaman is true...
but I would see myself among what was written :)
Have a good read!
Syn
June 13, 2005
Pirate Press - Shore leave recap / South China Sea edition
11 June 2005
As the ship steams down towards the humid equatorial SG, the weary pirate had an enjoyable haircut at the last port call (09 Jun) in Shekou, PRC.
The 30 RMB haircut came along with a relaxing hairwash, which was followed by a face wash-backrub massage-haircut-hairwash-blow dry routine.The hair stylist had to put up with a half-nodding & dozing customer.*chuckles* The relatively proximity of Hong Kong to Shekou is barely lessthan 3 hours of sailing time and the hectic cargo operations left not only me but almost everyone onboard worn out.
The backrub took off the weariness that bugged me for the past weeks. I drew much flak from the inconsistent work perfomance and inevitably the stresslevel went to record levels. Thus the massage was a god-sent and it alleviated the weight off my mind and shoulders.
---
HK (08 Jun)
On the train ride towards Mongkok MTR, I found myself gawking at the galsonboard. Not to be misinterpreted as being desperate/ horny/ otherequivalent synomyms, I thought to myself : The opposite gender seemed veryalien to me. Or perhaps the work enviroment onboard being dominantly male,the sight of a woman seems out of place in my mind. *LOL*Thankfully, I stopped the gawking looks after a while after I got off thetrain.
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KaoHsiung (07 Jun)
My adventure ashore merely took me out of the port premises and into the warehousing section of the vicinity. After a good 10 min walk, I chanced upon the first and probably the closest convenience store and promptly made my phone calls back to SG. One might wonder why I didnt venture further. As the ship was due to sail off later that afternoon, the excuse of headingashore for phone calls was more to take my mind off work rather than toventure and seek out new adventures.
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South China Sea (12 Jun)
Hence so much for shore leave, come tomorrow the ship will be tied up at Keppel and after my duty hours, I should be making my way home to send all these mails to the recipents. Shore leave ashore in SG is again hectic akin to other ports.
Some of my friends have a tendency to ask me: 'When are you coming back?'I merely replied them, passing through SG so-and-so day. Even then coming back does not necessarily equate to me staying home for the next couple of days.
Work is still work, I have yet to finish my contract and thus still obliged to perform my duty hours even in SG. Though I can arrange with the other officers to cover my shift, but I rather not. Fatigue is often cited as the cruical reason for any accidents. Try running a 18 hr shift non-stop andyou see my point.
To my friends ashore, it is quite unimaginable to be working in 12-15 work hour days, coupled with lack of sleep environments. On top of everything,the security hoo-haa drummed up by the Yankees forcibly shoved down to therest of the world, do not make anything easier for us.
Every one coming onboard is subjected to scrutiny. What made it worse is that as officers, we have to called back to the gangway where-ever we are on the ship, especially to tend to minor issues which involved language differences (More especiallywhen our crew are Filippino and the shore stevedores speak nary a word ofEnglish)
At times the work is indeed too overbearing at times... as depicted and reported umpteen times in seafarers' newsletters and also at inter-governmental levels, seafarers these days are more like prisoners oftheir own will as opposed to the swash-buckling era of days gone by.
Seafaring these days have lost the charm. Gone are the days where ships stayin ports for more than 2-3 weeks. For those working on tankers (crudecarriers or clean petroleum products), the shore leave is even non-existent.
Pray thee, where do you wish to head for in the middle of some forsaken barren desert country?
These days, when you get more than 24 hours in port,it is already considered a steal.The Sep-11 incident had brought about repercussions: Many ports especiallyin US have gotten overly jitterly about security, thus imposing a barrage ofregulations upon the seafarers. I recall seeing citizens of our neighbouring country being subjected to much stringent checks than any nationality in some countries.
So inevitably the decline of sea-going officers have gone from a mere trickle to a steady stream these days. Most of us, upon reaching some stage have turned our sights ashore and the influx of fresh blood have been consistently low, with a high dropout rate thrown in, "the world is now short of 46,000 officers" as quoted from a newsletter.
You might have heard on-off over the media about piracy attacks, ships collisions, but that is merely the tip of the ice-berg. More work and responsibilities have in recent years piled upon the shipboard staff, leaving us with ever-increasing paperwork and less rest hours. With the rallying banner of cutting costs in hand, the salary scale in SG have moved little over the past two decades. Thus when I chanced upon an opportunity to move to an overseas-based one, I jumped. With a almost 200% difference between the former and present, it is little wonder SGeans are inclined to give up sailing altogether.
All the talk about free travel and adventure is merely is marketing ploys. Reality bites, the allure these days is the pay check in the bank account.
If the high levels back home had allowed the market to decide the salary scale, there would be a big paradigm shift in manpower and thus upset theircontrol over the only asset: the citizens of SG.
Pawns are what we are these days. Sad, is it now?
---
This is the high-sea pirate reporting from South China Sea. Arriving in SGon 13th 0400. (See what I mean about ungodly hours?)
Syn
As the ship steams down towards the humid equatorial SG, the weary pirate had an enjoyable haircut at the last port call (09 Jun) in Shekou, PRC.
The 30 RMB haircut came along with a relaxing hairwash, which was followed by a face wash-backrub massage-haircut-hairwash-blow dry routine.The hair stylist had to put up with a half-nodding & dozing customer.*chuckles* The relatively proximity of Hong Kong to Shekou is barely lessthan 3 hours of sailing time and the hectic cargo operations left not only me but almost everyone onboard worn out.
The backrub took off the weariness that bugged me for the past weeks. I drew much flak from the inconsistent work perfomance and inevitably the stresslevel went to record levels. Thus the massage was a god-sent and it alleviated the weight off my mind and shoulders.
---
HK (08 Jun)
On the train ride towards Mongkok MTR, I found myself gawking at the galsonboard. Not to be misinterpreted as being desperate/ horny/ otherequivalent synomyms, I thought to myself : The opposite gender seemed veryalien to me. Or perhaps the work enviroment onboard being dominantly male,the sight of a woman seems out of place in my mind. *LOL*Thankfully, I stopped the gawking looks after a while after I got off thetrain.
---
KaoHsiung (07 Jun)
My adventure ashore merely took me out of the port premises and into the warehousing section of the vicinity. After a good 10 min walk, I chanced upon the first and probably the closest convenience store and promptly made my phone calls back to SG. One might wonder why I didnt venture further. As the ship was due to sail off later that afternoon, the excuse of headingashore for phone calls was more to take my mind off work rather than toventure and seek out new adventures.
---
South China Sea (12 Jun)
Hence so much for shore leave, come tomorrow the ship will be tied up at Keppel and after my duty hours, I should be making my way home to send all these mails to the recipents. Shore leave ashore in SG is again hectic akin to other ports.
Some of my friends have a tendency to ask me: 'When are you coming back?'I merely replied them, passing through SG so-and-so day. Even then coming back does not necessarily equate to me staying home for the next couple of days.
Work is still work, I have yet to finish my contract and thus still obliged to perform my duty hours even in SG. Though I can arrange with the other officers to cover my shift, but I rather not. Fatigue is often cited as the cruical reason for any accidents. Try running a 18 hr shift non-stop andyou see my point.
To my friends ashore, it is quite unimaginable to be working in 12-15 work hour days, coupled with lack of sleep environments. On top of everything,the security hoo-haa drummed up by the Yankees forcibly shoved down to therest of the world, do not make anything easier for us.
Every one coming onboard is subjected to scrutiny. What made it worse is that as officers, we have to called back to the gangway where-ever we are on the ship, especially to tend to minor issues which involved language differences (More especiallywhen our crew are Filippino and the shore stevedores speak nary a word ofEnglish)
At times the work is indeed too overbearing at times... as depicted and reported umpteen times in seafarers' newsletters and also at inter-governmental levels, seafarers these days are more like prisoners oftheir own will as opposed to the swash-buckling era of days gone by.
Seafaring these days have lost the charm. Gone are the days where ships stayin ports for more than 2-3 weeks. For those working on tankers (crudecarriers or clean petroleum products), the shore leave is even non-existent.
Pray thee, where do you wish to head for in the middle of some forsaken barren desert country?
These days, when you get more than 24 hours in port,it is already considered a steal.The Sep-11 incident had brought about repercussions: Many ports especiallyin US have gotten overly jitterly about security, thus imposing a barrage ofregulations upon the seafarers. I recall seeing citizens of our neighbouring country being subjected to much stringent checks than any nationality in some countries.
So inevitably the decline of sea-going officers have gone from a mere trickle to a steady stream these days. Most of us, upon reaching some stage have turned our sights ashore and the influx of fresh blood have been consistently low, with a high dropout rate thrown in, "the world is now short of 46,000 officers" as quoted from a newsletter.
You might have heard on-off over the media about piracy attacks, ships collisions, but that is merely the tip of the ice-berg. More work and responsibilities have in recent years piled upon the shipboard staff, leaving us with ever-increasing paperwork and less rest hours. With the rallying banner of cutting costs in hand, the salary scale in SG have moved little over the past two decades. Thus when I chanced upon an opportunity to move to an overseas-based one, I jumped. With a almost 200% difference between the former and present, it is little wonder SGeans are inclined to give up sailing altogether.
All the talk about free travel and adventure is merely is marketing ploys. Reality bites, the allure these days is the pay check in the bank account.
If the high levels back home had allowed the market to decide the salary scale, there would be a big paradigm shift in manpower and thus upset theircontrol over the only asset: the citizens of SG.
Pawns are what we are these days. Sad, is it now?
---
This is the high-sea pirate reporting from South China Sea. Arriving in SGon 13th 0400. (See what I mean about ungodly hours?)
Syn
Pirate Press - Rampant shooting edition
12 Jun 2005News Flash: It have been overheard that there was a loose shooter at Shoreline Village, Long Beach on 21 May 2005
He was stopped by security personnel on patrol and questioned about his intentions over the shootings of a purple-coloured house.
The suspect is a bespectacled man of Chinese origin, currently a citizen ofSingapore. The suspect was armed with a digital camera: a Canon 300D series camera. Fortunately this shooter was stopped in time and no "casualties"were accounted for.
Before pulling up at a snack place, the suspect hit upon a child, named Jo-Jo with his mouth wide-opened. Thankfully, no bits of leftover food showed up in the final shots.
The suspect was then spotted devouring a cinnamon pastry washed down with a Coke. After the meal, he was seen chatting with the owner of a shop over a series of Hardy Boys books seen in the store. The shopowner had openly declared that the books on displayed are actually more than 40 years old.*Grasps!*
---
2 kilometres from the scene of crime, he was spotted training his sights ona band of musicians. The lead man, a saxaphonist was shot many times. The bass guitarist and the other members of the band were fortunate to get away without a scratch.
The trail went cold after he was seen entering a pizza restuarant and left in a yellow cab in the direction of the container terminal.
This is the high-sea pirate, reporting from Long Beach California.
Syn
He was stopped by security personnel on patrol and questioned about his intentions over the shootings of a purple-coloured house.
The suspect is a bespectacled man of Chinese origin, currently a citizen ofSingapore. The suspect was armed with a digital camera: a Canon 300D series camera. Fortunately this shooter was stopped in time and no "casualties"were accounted for.
Before pulling up at a snack place, the suspect hit upon a child, named Jo-Jo with his mouth wide-opened. Thankfully, no bits of leftover food showed up in the final shots.
The suspect was then spotted devouring a cinnamon pastry washed down with a Coke. After the meal, he was seen chatting with the owner of a shop over a series of Hardy Boys books seen in the store. The shopowner had openly declared that the books on displayed are actually more than 40 years old.*Grasps!*
---
2 kilometres from the scene of crime, he was spotted training his sights ona band of musicians. The lead man, a saxaphonist was shot many times. The bass guitarist and the other members of the band were fortunate to get away without a scratch.
The trail went cold after he was seen entering a pizza restuarant and left in a yellow cab in the direction of the container terminal.
This is the high-sea pirate, reporting from Long Beach California.
Syn
May 05, 2005
May 02, 2005
Pirate Press - Window Wiper Zen
Window wiper Zen
When I came onboard 3 weeks ago, my superior did advised me to try not to use the window wiper so as to reduce the windows from being scratched.
The windows have been coated earlier with a layer of wax to reduce rain drops from clinging on too long; this was also partly of the reason hence not to use the wipers.
This have led me to think, what use of the wiper is when it is not to be used in the first place?
I remembered a similar incident before when I first purchased my digital camera two years ago.
The screen have a protective plastic film over and I did not remove the plastic film immediately due to the fact that I was trying to protect the display screen.Many did asked me why the plastic film was removed, as it obscured the ability to see the pictures clearly.
Much later I realised that the screen would be scratched during its lifespan, then no matter what I do to protect it, the result would be the same.
Indeed the pictures DO look much better after the plastic sheet was removed.
Everything in life have its place, have its purpose.
Obscure its inherent nature and you would never see it shine.
My friends out there, have you removed your plastic film yet? *smiles*
When I came onboard 3 weeks ago, my superior did advised me to try not to use the window wiper so as to reduce the windows from being scratched.
The windows have been coated earlier with a layer of wax to reduce rain drops from clinging on too long; this was also partly of the reason hence not to use the wipers.
This have led me to think, what use of the wiper is when it is not to be used in the first place?
I remembered a similar incident before when I first purchased my digital camera two years ago.
The screen have a protective plastic film over and I did not remove the plastic film immediately due to the fact that I was trying to protect the display screen.Many did asked me why the plastic film was removed, as it obscured the ability to see the pictures clearly.
Much later I realised that the screen would be scratched during its lifespan, then no matter what I do to protect it, the result would be the same.
Indeed the pictures DO look much better after the plastic sheet was removed.
Everything in life have its place, have its purpose.
Obscure its inherent nature and you would never see it shine.
My friends out there, have you removed your plastic film yet? *smiles*
Pirate Press - Marathon madness edition
29 April 2005
Just ended the marathon madness run of KaoHsiung, Hong Kong and Shekou.
For those unaware of where this Shekou (meaning Snake Head in Chinese), itis a little north of Tuen Mun.From Shekou, one can see HK on a clear day, barely 30 minutes of steaming by sea.
Kaohsiung came, KaoHsiung gone. Amidst the trail of betel nuts spat-residue,I was unfortunate to be on duty, therefore my Taiwan visit as mentioned in an earlier entry came true, i.e. stuck on the ship.
So the half-bucket-Hokkien-speaking me was reduced to devouring the pastries brought onboard FOC by the agent. So much for the sights and taste ofTaiwan.
The port vicinity is that-ever-so Taiwanese; low level buildings clutteringthewaterline with brandishing neat Chinese signs over official buildings and the distinctive flavour of Hokkien hangs in the air.
The Taiwanese stevedores were as well, speaking in their lingua franca that makes them soTaiwanese.
Came Hong Kong, gone Hong Kong. Arrived in HK waters at 0330, crawled into bed at 0500 only to crawl out 45 mins later. Having no particular location to head out to and desperately in need of sleep, my afternoon in HK was spent in bed, listening in to the local airwaves on my mobile. Made the few calls here and there and tucked myself into dreamland.
It was a mad rush to Shekou, afterall it was only barely 2 hours later after standing down after departing HK at 0100, I crawled out of bed as usual to finish off for the night crawling back to bed at 0400 and again jolted outof bed, LATE for my duty at 0605.
Stepped ashore in a local's vehicle with his first question:
'Where are you from'
'Singapore'
'You want sexy girl, good sex and massage?'
'No, thanks'
- End of conversation -
The ride ended up in the shop of this driver, where there were a couple of dolled up, dressed up in revealing dresses gals came out of his shop.
The invisibile warning signs were all over - SKIP THIS PLACE.
I went along to another shop, sort of a rojak mix of karang-guni with Best Denki/ Harvey Norman,with the self-proprietorship shops in Chinatown or Serangoon. Electronics were indeed pretty cheap, that said after looking around the scene of pirated authentic electrical items are stacked up one upon the other. There were Penasonic, Sonic etc etc... you get my drift.
With tired soles and legs, my aching physique was more in need of a pairwell-trained hands than the earlier offer. A 50 yuan (SGD 10) for 2 hours did wonders for my aching legs. Some might be wondering where did I get all sore and tired from.
Here are some explanations:
My ship is 323 m long, from end to end.
That is 6 swimming 50m pools, placed end to end, with a breath across of 42m; barely touching the 50m mark again.
One walk from forward to the stern (aft part) takes a good 3-4 min at slowpace.
Multiply this by an estimate of 10-15 walks in 1 hr and multiply this again by 12 hrs and you probably can understand why I seem to walk faster than most people when on shore.
Add in the factor of a very lousy pair of hard-rubbered cheap-skate safety shoes and you would understand my predicatement for crying out loud.
323 * 20 = 6460m
6460* 12 = 77520m
77520m = 77 km (approximate)
77km * 3 days = Very sore legs and aching soles. :(
Of course, all figures must be taken with a pinch of salt. Afterall it is an estimate of how much I have to walk. Period.
At this point of time of entry, the ship is already steaming full towards SG
and I can get better reception on the shortwave band, listening to Capital958.
It is THE only source of news I can get while in the open waters. In case some are curious,
I can get faint reception when in the Pacific and thereception is already getting better off the coast of Vietnam.
So much for now. Pay day tomorrow! Yippy!
Just ended the marathon madness run of KaoHsiung, Hong Kong and Shekou.
For those unaware of where this Shekou (meaning Snake Head in Chinese), itis a little north of Tuen Mun.From Shekou, one can see HK on a clear day, barely 30 minutes of steaming by sea.
Kaohsiung came, KaoHsiung gone. Amidst the trail of betel nuts spat-residue,I was unfortunate to be on duty, therefore my Taiwan visit as mentioned in an earlier entry came true, i.e. stuck on the ship.
So the half-bucket-Hokkien-speaking me was reduced to devouring the pastries brought onboard FOC by the agent. So much for the sights and taste ofTaiwan.
The port vicinity is that-ever-so Taiwanese; low level buildings clutteringthewaterline with brandishing neat Chinese signs over official buildings and the distinctive flavour of Hokkien hangs in the air.
The Taiwanese stevedores were as well, speaking in their lingua franca that makes them soTaiwanese.
Came Hong Kong, gone Hong Kong. Arrived in HK waters at 0330, crawled into bed at 0500 only to crawl out 45 mins later. Having no particular location to head out to and desperately in need of sleep, my afternoon in HK was spent in bed, listening in to the local airwaves on my mobile. Made the few calls here and there and tucked myself into dreamland.
It was a mad rush to Shekou, afterall it was only barely 2 hours later after standing down after departing HK at 0100, I crawled out of bed as usual to finish off for the night crawling back to bed at 0400 and again jolted outof bed, LATE for my duty at 0605.
Stepped ashore in a local's vehicle with his first question:
'Where are you from'
'Singapore'
'You want sexy girl, good sex and massage?'
'No, thanks'
- End of conversation -
The ride ended up in the shop of this driver, where there were a couple of dolled up, dressed up in revealing dresses gals came out of his shop.
The invisibile warning signs were all over - SKIP THIS PLACE.
I went along to another shop, sort of a rojak mix of karang-guni with Best Denki/ Harvey Norman,with the self-proprietorship shops in Chinatown or Serangoon. Electronics were indeed pretty cheap, that said after looking around the scene of pirated authentic electrical items are stacked up one upon the other. There were Penasonic, Sonic etc etc... you get my drift.
With tired soles and legs, my aching physique was more in need of a pairwell-trained hands than the earlier offer. A 50 yuan (SGD 10) for 2 hours did wonders for my aching legs. Some might be wondering where did I get all sore and tired from.
Here are some explanations:
My ship is 323 m long, from end to end.
That is 6 swimming 50m pools, placed end to end, with a breath across of 42m; barely touching the 50m mark again.
One walk from forward to the stern (aft part) takes a good 3-4 min at slowpace.
Multiply this by an estimate of 10-15 walks in 1 hr and multiply this again by 12 hrs and you probably can understand why I seem to walk faster than most people when on shore.
Add in the factor of a very lousy pair of hard-rubbered cheap-skate safety shoes and you would understand my predicatement for crying out loud.
323 * 20 = 6460m
6460* 12 = 77520m
77520m = 77 km (approximate)
77km * 3 days = Very sore legs and aching soles. :(
Of course, all figures must be taken with a pinch of salt. Afterall it is an estimate of how much I have to walk. Period.
At this point of time of entry, the ship is already steaming full towards SG
and I can get better reception on the shortwave band, listening to Capital958.
It is THE only source of news I can get while in the open waters. In case some are curious,
I can get faint reception when in the Pacific and thereception is already getting better off the coast of Vietnam.
So much for now. Pay day tomorrow! Yippy!
Pirate Press - KaoHsiung pep talk
24 April 2005
A few more days and I would say goodbye to one month of my contract. One down, five to go.
Indeed time seems more inclined to pass in a shorter span of time here at sea than being excruciating slow rate back in SG. Of course no pun intended to those of you all back home *gives a Cheshire cat smile*
Reaching KaoHsiung tomorrow and I have just plonked down in front of my laptop after my duty hours-night snack-laundry run and penning this entry off before I start to procrastinate.
A few hundred more miles and I can start singing 'Mei Hua Mei Hua man tian xiang...'Of course you might be anticipating what I would be up to when ashore in KaoHsiung but then I hate to disappoint you folks back home.
Arrival at 4pm and probably I get to start the first watch from 6pm to 12am. So pray thee, besides the nocturnal saunas with *ahem* extras; KTVs with some obasans or some makan stalls or some "Pin-nang Xi-shi"s still operating at this time of the night, I gather I would be better off in my bed.
Sorry fellas, until I get the changeover to 12-6 shift or when some additional officer can take on 4 hrs so that each of us get 8 hrs off, I suppose the Green Island here is out of my reach. Pretty much a wet blanket is it not? *twiddle thumbs*
Perhaps some of you there might not have an idea of my working hours. So just keep your eyes open:At sea, when the ship is running full steam from one place to the other, at present my watch hours are from 8-12 (morning) and 8-12 (evening). This is the 3rd Officer's hours.In port, when there are only 2 junior officers (namely 2nd Officer and 3rd Officer), we split the day and night into 6-12 and 12-6. The so-called "work" does not stop until the whole cargo operation is over. With an additional officer, we all can breathe more easy when we do only 12-4, 4-8 and 8-12 respectively.
However as with the usual nonsense, going ashore means sacrificing sleep time for the sights and sounds ashore and having to crawl back to continue on for the next 4 or 6 hours. With bleary eyes and much weary body, we attempt to stay alert supervising the cargo operations.
Catching up with sleep then becomes the next most important priority when the ship sails off. Hence forth, the major proportion of my time onboard goes to, of course, sleep.
Yes yes, this bed-lazing bugger have a tendency to crawl out of bed most of the time. The snooze function on my mobile hence become important; it allows me another 5-10 mins before I HAVE to really wake up. *Laughs*So much said. 1am now. Time to hit the sack. See? I told you I love to sleep. *chuckles* I got to crawl out again at 7.15am
Pirate Press - Pacific catch-up edition
16th April 2005:
Days have passed by so fast that I could barely catch up on my writing,erm... typing.
Well, the initial days of awe and shock were taken over by drooping eyes and
a much-fatigued body.
On top of everything, the days did not pass by with an hour lost for the next consecutive nine days. At least I could take a breath in Long Beach, I thought I could initially,until the newly joined officer (who got on at the same time as I did) dropped some nonsensical bombshell about not feeling well and wanted to resign.
Rather lame if you asked me. Anyway, the working hours got down to12 hours a day, with a break of six hours in between. My hopes of seeingUniversal Studios have to be shelved off until further notice.
Five days passed by and off we cast off the ropes and headed back into thePacific. A little rock and roll got me bogged down, green with seasick. The terrible episode of 10 hours ended rather quickly with plenty of lying down.Previous remedy concoctions include downing a can of beer to make me tipsy enough and enough to send me to dreamland; however this option is struck offdue to religious grounds.Now back on my two sturdy sea-feet and back to the keyboards.
Now is getting some payback, as I get an hour more each day *rubs hands gleefully*and *punches hand in the air* more time for my favourite pastime, zzzing.With plenty of food, erm, more of snacks purchases in the convenient Walmartback in Long Beach, I have enough tibits to last me way till SG. But as the mouth or rather, the stomach is bottomless , I will have to procure more snacks whenin Shekou, PRC, Port Klang and SG. I do have a nice little fridge in mycabin where I can stock up my soya bean drinks, a must-have supplement in my veg diet these days.
Days have passed by so fast that I could barely catch up on my writing,erm... typing.
Well, the initial days of awe and shock were taken over by drooping eyes and
a much-fatigued body.
On top of everything, the days did not pass by with an hour lost for the next consecutive nine days. At least I could take a breath in Long Beach, I thought I could initially,until the newly joined officer (who got on at the same time as I did) dropped some nonsensical bombshell about not feeling well and wanted to resign.
Rather lame if you asked me. Anyway, the working hours got down to12 hours a day, with a break of six hours in between. My hopes of seeingUniversal Studios have to be shelved off until further notice.
Five days passed by and off we cast off the ropes and headed back into thePacific. A little rock and roll got me bogged down, green with seasick. The terrible episode of 10 hours ended rather quickly with plenty of lying down.Previous remedy concoctions include downing a can of beer to make me tipsy enough and enough to send me to dreamland; however this option is struck offdue to religious grounds.Now back on my two sturdy sea-feet and back to the keyboards.
Now is getting some payback, as I get an hour more each day *rubs hands gleefully*and *punches hand in the air* more time for my favourite pastime, zzzing.With plenty of food, erm, more of snacks purchases in the convenient Walmartback in Long Beach, I have enough tibits to last me way till SG. But as the mouth or rather, the stomach is bottomless , I will have to procure more snacks whenin Shekou, PRC, Port Klang and SG. I do have a nice little fridge in mycabin where I can stock up my soya bean drinks, a must-have supplement in my veg diet these days.
Kids' talk
15 April 2005
Called up to my little nephew and nieces the other day while in Long Beach.
Me: Hallo.... how are you?
Oliver: Shushuuuuuuuuuuuuu *yelling at top of his voice*
Hazel: Shushuuuuuuuuuuuuu *did a similar rendition of her brother
*Oliver: Shushu, what are you doing?
Me: I am talking to you.
Oliver: Shushu, shushu, do you know what I am doing?
Me: No, I don't.
Oliver: Shushu, I am sleeping and also talking to you. You know?
Me: ....... *Rolls eyes up*
Hazel did not talk much, apart from yelling and trying to yank the phone away from her brother.And after a while, they said goodbye and I hanged up.
It was nice to hear their voices after these few weeks of never-ending work onboard. Their innocent antics could keep me in stitiches after a while.
Laurel has really yet to talk much, apart from saying byebye and calling for her Daddy, Mummy, Jiejie (the maid), Popo, NaiNai, YeYe.
Although my Kor and DaSao have tried their best to coax her to say Shushu, no luck as yet. I guess I have to wait for a little while more. *smiles gleefully in anticipation*
Called up to my little nephew and nieces the other day while in Long Beach.
Me: Hallo.... how are you?
Oliver: Shushuuuuuuuuuuuuu *yelling at top of his voice*
Hazel: Shushuuuuuuuuuuuuu *did a similar rendition of her brother
*Oliver: Shushu, what are you doing?
Me: I am talking to you.
Oliver: Shushu, shushu, do you know what I am doing?
Me: No, I don't.
Oliver: Shushu, I am sleeping and also talking to you. You know?
Me: ....... *Rolls eyes up*
Hazel did not talk much, apart from yelling and trying to yank the phone away from her brother.And after a while, they said goodbye and I hanged up.
It was nice to hear their voices after these few weeks of never-ending work onboard. Their innocent antics could keep me in stitiches after a while.
Laurel has really yet to talk much, apart from saying byebye and calling for her Daddy, Mummy, Jiejie (the maid), Popo, NaiNai, YeYe.
Although my Kor and DaSao have tried their best to coax her to say Shushu, no luck as yet. I guess I have to wait for a little while more. *smiles gleefully in anticipation*
April 12, 2005
Pirate Press - follow up in Long Beach
The weather here sometimes is really odd. On one-two days, it can be sunny and nice to walk ard in the cool 20 odd deg environment. Come night time, better get the jacket out unless you want to learn 'Han Bing Shen Zhang - Cold Palms' .
Anyway, the Americans I have met so far are friendly enough. Went down to the beach earlier this afternoon (erm here is 11th April 1600, SG there already 12 April 0700 hor) .
So took a few shots here and there, didnt realise I have the camera on manual mode (Forgot to adjust) so end up most of the shots went into the trash bin. (FYI, I am using my latest and prob most expensive credit-card paid-for camera)
Anyway, got a few interesting shots, but you all have to wait until I get back to SG, which is prob 2nd May and 5th May, then I can lug my laptop home (Very cham hor? bring here bring there, just to dl emails into my laptop and read while onboard... but what to do... you got one seaman addicited to correspond by email!)
Anyway, when I mentioned expensive email charges here. I am talking about 17 SGD for 1 hr of usage. So you must imagine how my fingers are after one hour. And the !@#$%^ keyboard they have here are very stiff! *fingers pain pain*
So when you swipe the prepaid card and the timer starts, leaving you watching the timer while composing emails and blogging. Hardly have time to do anything else!
Telephone wise, not really into calling people. After all have been attached-less for almost a year plus, besides calling my mother to let her know my whereabouts, I barely made ph calls to friends. And the PRC people onboard are really good porridge cookers. Much even worse than a friend I know *you know who you are hahaha*
Anyway, will be leaving on Wed (i.e SG thurs) for Kaohsiung Taiwan and then to HK then Shekou, PRC then SG.
Sorry Mr Syn, you got a LOT of rushing to do when back in SG. So bear with me, my friends. More often than not, I would compose mails and lug my laptop back to send off whenever in SG. Wait for my mails then.
Got to go back to ship, will be resuming my duty soon in a hr plus soon. I have dinner to settle as well.
Till next blog, all of you out there, take care.
Anyway, the Americans I have met so far are friendly enough. Went down to the beach earlier this afternoon (erm here is 11th April 1600, SG there already 12 April 0700 hor) .
So took a few shots here and there, didnt realise I have the camera on manual mode (Forgot to adjust) so end up most of the shots went into the trash bin. (FYI, I am using my latest and prob most expensive credit-card paid-for camera)
Anyway, got a few interesting shots, but you all have to wait until I get back to SG, which is prob 2nd May and 5th May, then I can lug my laptop home (Very cham hor? bring here bring there, just to dl emails into my laptop and read while onboard... but what to do... you got one seaman addicited to correspond by email!)
Anyway, when I mentioned expensive email charges here. I am talking about 17 SGD for 1 hr of usage. So you must imagine how my fingers are after one hour. And the !@#$%^ keyboard they have here are very stiff! *fingers pain pain*
So when you swipe the prepaid card and the timer starts, leaving you watching the timer while composing emails and blogging. Hardly have time to do anything else!
Telephone wise, not really into calling people. After all have been attached-less for almost a year plus, besides calling my mother to let her know my whereabouts, I barely made ph calls to friends. And the PRC people onboard are really good porridge cookers. Much even worse than a friend I know *you know who you are hahaha*
Anyway, will be leaving on Wed (i.e SG thurs) for Kaohsiung Taiwan and then to HK then Shekou, PRC then SG.
Sorry Mr Syn, you got a LOT of rushing to do when back in SG. So bear with me, my friends. More often than not, I would compose mails and lug my laptop back to send off whenever in SG. Wait for my mails then.
Got to go back to ship, will be resuming my duty soon in a hr plus soon. I have dinner to settle as well.
Till next blog, all of you out there, take care.
April 10, 2005
Pirate Press - in a rush
Pirate calling in from Long Beach, California USA and is in a deadline as the computer will cut off in 6 minutes (timer charged based internet)
So I have to amend my update a little and will follow up when I get more time next mon = SG will be tues. Watch off then.
Crossed the Pacific and landed here on Friday 8th afternoon. Will be here till next Wed and sailing back to Taiwan, KaoHsiung for the next stop.
Cool weather here in California except yesterday was chilly. Darn... 3 minutes...
So to say, sunny in the day and chilly at night. This is how the weather is over here.
Work work work, these are the words in my life since I joined the ship since 28t March. Apart from watching 2-3 movies already, it have been either zzzzz or more work since. Life onboard ship is indeed such a bore. Hahaha... will continue to bore you, all my readers next week when I come into this time-pressurizing computer usage... *grumbles*... 1 minute left.
Okie okie.. cut the long story short. I am well and still kicking alive. To my friends who are concerned over my well-being. Thank you.
30 secs... I shall say my goodbye for now.
Next week!
So I have to amend my update a little and will follow up when I get more time next mon = SG will be tues. Watch off then.
Crossed the Pacific and landed here on Friday 8th afternoon. Will be here till next Wed and sailing back to Taiwan, KaoHsiung for the next stop.
Cool weather here in California except yesterday was chilly. Darn... 3 minutes...
So to say, sunny in the day and chilly at night. This is how the weather is over here.
Work work work, these are the words in my life since I joined the ship since 28t March. Apart from watching 2-3 movies already, it have been either zzzzz or more work since. Life onboard ship is indeed such a bore. Hahaha... will continue to bore you, all my readers next week when I come into this time-pressurizing computer usage... *grumbles*... 1 minute left.
Okie okie.. cut the long story short. I am well and still kicking alive. To my friends who are concerned over my well-being. Thank you.
30 secs... I shall say my goodbye for now.
Next week!
March 26, 2005
D-Day
Well, no worries. It is not Normandy part deux.
D as in Departure. Will be leaving SG in another 10 hrs time. Flying over to HK to join my ship there.
I guess this is the shortest blog entry I ever made haha *play cheat*
And to all my friends who wished me, thank you. I guess saying a million thanks will not be enough to these friends who showered me with concern.
Anyway, nothing to worry about despite the hi-jacking and piracy attacks featured these days. The Pirate Press will soon resume its run and come in once a while to see where this High Sea Pirate is and what tricks he have up his sleeve.
Cheers
D as in Departure. Will be leaving SG in another 10 hrs time. Flying over to HK to join my ship there.
I guess this is the shortest blog entry I ever made haha *play cheat*
And to all my friends who wished me, thank you. I guess saying a million thanks will not be enough to these friends who showered me with concern.
Anyway, nothing to worry about despite the hi-jacking and piracy attacks featured these days. The Pirate Press will soon resume its run and come in once a while to see where this High Sea Pirate is and what tricks he have up his sleeve.
Cheers
March 25, 2005
Overheard...
Earlier during breakfast at my usual kopi-tiam hangout, there was a big group of aunties (really aunties) of eight to ten of them sitting at the next table.
While munching through my glutonous rice meal, I overheard this part of the conversation between two of them:
(Note: dialouge were in Hokkien and my Hokkien is so-so, forgive me if there are any mis-spelled words)
A : Jin lead buay sai bai (Today cannot pray)
B: An chua leh? (Why?)
A: Jin lead meng buay kui (Today the door not opened. [REF: Door refer to the Hell Gates])
Li bai buo yong, yi lang sew bo tio (You pray also no use, they cannot receive)
Me: .... (over my head appeared many ? of various sizes and colours, got such thing meh???)
Not going to tread into the religion minefield here... but seriously you CANT be serious to believe what A said right?! I mean, how would you know they receive or not?! They do not have such thing as email read reply, you know!
anyway, up since 3am this morning, got most of my paperwork done and away. Also finished my morning run-breakfast-morning papers-shower, I think a little siesta is called for. My mattress and pillow sure looked inviting. Didnt have a proper zzz though I KO at 9pm yesterday, got two consecutive dreams that woke me up at 12am and the other finally got me out of bed at 3am.
I forgot to mention, will be back to work and so have been switching my body clock to the usual midnight routine schedule, hence the erratic sleeping hours. *Yawnz*
While munching through my glutonous rice meal, I overheard this part of the conversation between two of them:
(Note: dialouge were in Hokkien and my Hokkien is so-so, forgive me if there are any mis-spelled words)
A : Jin lead buay sai bai (Today cannot pray)
B: An chua leh? (Why?)
A: Jin lead meng buay kui (Today the door not opened. [REF: Door refer to the Hell Gates])
Li bai buo yong, yi lang sew bo tio (You pray also no use, they cannot receive)
Me: .... (over my head appeared many ? of various sizes and colours, got such thing meh???)
Not going to tread into the religion minefield here... but seriously you CANT be serious to believe what A said right?! I mean, how would you know they receive or not?! They do not have such thing as email read reply, you know!
anyway, up since 3am this morning, got most of my paperwork done and away. Also finished my morning run-breakfast-morning papers-shower, I think a little siesta is called for. My mattress and pillow sure looked inviting. Didnt have a proper zzz though I KO at 9pm yesterday, got two consecutive dreams that woke me up at 12am and the other finally got me out of bed at 3am.
I forgot to mention, will be back to work and so have been switching my body clock to the usual midnight routine schedule, hence the erratic sleeping hours. *Yawnz*
More Kiddo lessons
Children – they learn everything and anything. I still remember my nephew emulating Liang Po Po and his sister too was following his footsteps albeit not going around ‘ho-ho-ho.
Then there is another time, Oliver was telling me how his planes ‘yet another TV-induced pastime) seen from the show ‘Independence Day’ was by using the clothes pegs that are available.
Along came Laurel who recently did an un-bashful stunt. When an advertisement on pull-up diapers pants came along on TV, with her ‘ni du’ in her mouth, she would give you the mischievous grin (yes, ni du still on) and lift her blouse up to show you – LOOK! I have diapers too! *Laughs until pengz*
During CNY, Hazel did the full rendition of ‘Gong Xi Fa Cai’ with Laurel as her sidekick, swaying along as her elder sister sang. *smiles*
Whenever there are goodies to be consumed/played (in no order), they would scream ‘mine, mine, mine’ ( 我我我 )
And when some mess happens (something not UNCOMMON), they would response with ‘Not mine! It’s Korkor /Meimei’ and very often never their fault *chuckles*
I have seen 8 cousins – over the span of 10 over years grow up and the trend never seems to fail to show up. So it is not surprising that my nephew and nieces bring the same act up.
We may laugh, smirk, chuckle at their antics; but pray thee, how often than not are we like them?
Then there is another time, Oliver was telling me how his planes ‘yet another TV-induced pastime) seen from the show ‘Independence Day’ was by using the clothes pegs that are available.
Along came Laurel who recently did an un-bashful stunt. When an advertisement on pull-up diapers pants came along on TV, with her ‘ni du’ in her mouth, she would give you the mischievous grin (yes, ni du still on) and lift her blouse up to show you – LOOK! I have diapers too! *Laughs until pengz*
During CNY, Hazel did the full rendition of ‘Gong Xi Fa Cai’ with Laurel as her sidekick, swaying along as her elder sister sang. *smiles*
Whenever there are goodies to be consumed/played (in no order), they would scream ‘mine, mine, mine’ ( 我我我 )
And when some mess happens (something not UNCOMMON), they would response with ‘Not mine! It’s Korkor /Meimei’ and very often never their fault *chuckles*
I have seen 8 cousins – over the span of 10 over years grow up and the trend never seems to fail to show up. So it is not surprising that my nephew and nieces bring the same act up.
We may laugh, smirk, chuckle at their antics; but pray thee, how often than not are we like them?
Idol chase
Was watching the trailers for the American Idol and came across the articles on our own SG idols in the papers once in a while.
No offence to fervent fans of such shows, but I do find it silly to call themselves idol when the only segment they perform is only singing. It is not more appropriate to call themselves something singer rather than idol?
Okie I shall not get into the actual definition of what an idol is. (Sure makes me think these people are made of clay and porcelain, and meant for worship purposes) *Laughs*
Now this is something I find most ‘affable’ – in the context that that apart from singing, I barely see them as good moral value examples.
Well, one man’s meat is another’s poison. To put it across, we all have different perception of things and issues. You might not concur with me and similarly do I have stomach the varied and often weird perceptions of many common folk. So the issue stops here.
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I was an idol worshipper before. Not in terms of religion, I meant to say in my younger days. I certainly believe everyone had their share of idol worshipping; it merely boils down to how the craze was among individuals.
These days, if you do want me to put a name down, I would not hesitate to put James Wong (Huang Zhan 黄沾) as a role model. Do not get me wrong, I am not relating to his ‘hua xin’ ways nor his ‘ham sup’ outlook in life.
I remembered immediately after his death, this deft writer had his life stories in full print out in the papers. What impressed me most was his chivalry towards his friends. It was mentioned that a friend seek his help in repaying a debt of a certain sum. He did not have the money off-hand and went around borrowing the money, only to find himself in heavy debt when this so-called friend absconded with the money.
It must be depressing to be betrayed but he laughed it off and took pains to repay those debts over the years.
The second incident was that of him contracting cancer. Being a heavy smoker and drinker, to survive through the cancer was a feat to beat. Many would wonder and say aloud it is not a big deal. But the fact that made him outstanding was that his condition was NOT known to all his friends and family until he was almost recovered. Now, try emulating that!
He wrote songs, advertisements and all things written during his life in this world. And one of his songs epitomise his outlook in life and certainly did influence me greatly. In the movie – ‘Swordsman’ played by Sam Hui and Joan Chen, the evil villain eunuch once said - not everyone have the right to laugh. But then this villain did not have the last laugh afterall.
Children are the best role models for us. As adults, there are often many instances where we unduly suppress ourselves for fear of looking silly. Even in one of our courtesy drive, we have to TELL our people to give others a smile. How sad it have become. Look at the sales staff in SG, tell me how many of them actually greet you with a smile?
As children, of course they have no fear of the sky falling down. They can laugh without a care, laugh at the smallest whimsical thing and most important, many do not mind laughing at themselves.
It is a stark truth these days, I once saw the look of one SG actress in her Benz looking so obnoxious, pretty much in her world that others are ‘low low below’ I would not expect her to put on her smiles all day long, it is tiring also. But lest she forgets, she have what she is today is all due to those who supported her. I am not sniping at her, more to use her as an example.
Quite often, many are bound tight by the society that we forgot how to laugh from the heart.
One small request to all of you, ask yourself when was the last time you really laugh to your heart’s delight?
No offence to fervent fans of such shows, but I do find it silly to call themselves idol when the only segment they perform is only singing. It is not more appropriate to call themselves something singer rather than idol?
Okie I shall not get into the actual definition of what an idol is. (Sure makes me think these people are made of clay and porcelain, and meant for worship purposes) *Laughs*
Now this is something I find most ‘affable’ – in the context that that apart from singing, I barely see them as good moral value examples.
Well, one man’s meat is another’s poison. To put it across, we all have different perception of things and issues. You might not concur with me and similarly do I have stomach the varied and often weird perceptions of many common folk. So the issue stops here.
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I was an idol worshipper before. Not in terms of religion, I meant to say in my younger days. I certainly believe everyone had their share of idol worshipping; it merely boils down to how the craze was among individuals.
These days, if you do want me to put a name down, I would not hesitate to put James Wong (Huang Zhan 黄沾) as a role model. Do not get me wrong, I am not relating to his ‘hua xin’ ways nor his ‘ham sup’ outlook in life.
I remembered immediately after his death, this deft writer had his life stories in full print out in the papers. What impressed me most was his chivalry towards his friends. It was mentioned that a friend seek his help in repaying a debt of a certain sum. He did not have the money off-hand and went around borrowing the money, only to find himself in heavy debt when this so-called friend absconded with the money.
It must be depressing to be betrayed but he laughed it off and took pains to repay those debts over the years.
The second incident was that of him contracting cancer. Being a heavy smoker and drinker, to survive through the cancer was a feat to beat. Many would wonder and say aloud it is not a big deal. But the fact that made him outstanding was that his condition was NOT known to all his friends and family until he was almost recovered. Now, try emulating that!
He wrote songs, advertisements and all things written during his life in this world. And one of his songs epitomise his outlook in life and certainly did influence me greatly. In the movie – ‘Swordsman’ played by Sam Hui and Joan Chen, the evil villain eunuch once said - not everyone have the right to laugh. But then this villain did not have the last laugh afterall.
Children are the best role models for us. As adults, there are often many instances where we unduly suppress ourselves for fear of looking silly. Even in one of our courtesy drive, we have to TELL our people to give others a smile. How sad it have become. Look at the sales staff in SG, tell me how many of them actually greet you with a smile?
As children, of course they have no fear of the sky falling down. They can laugh without a care, laugh at the smallest whimsical thing and most important, many do not mind laughing at themselves.
It is a stark truth these days, I once saw the look of one SG actress in her Benz looking so obnoxious, pretty much in her world that others are ‘low low below’ I would not expect her to put on her smiles all day long, it is tiring also. But lest she forgets, she have what she is today is all due to those who supported her. I am not sniping at her, more to use her as an example.
Quite often, many are bound tight by the society that we forgot how to laugh from the heart.
One small request to all of you, ask yourself when was the last time you really laugh to your heart’s delight?
March 22, 2005
Forget - part 1
As the D-Day draws closer, I am rather tied up these days with loose ends, mainly administrative matters, most important of all, my income tax declaration!
It never fails to surprise me that appointments with friends increase as my departure draws nearer. The following nights have all been taken up *laughs* and my time online is getting less and less.
Well, some newly acquainted friends tell me that
- wah… so long arh??
- Six months! Very long leh!
- Not scared of pirates?! Nowadays very fierce
Of course some long time friends did expressed concern when I came back initially, especially over the tsunami aftermath. From being worried about my whereabouts to my single status-hood, I really appreciate that I have such friends.
Thank you so much, my friends. *hugz hugz*
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Was keying my IC number in yesterday when I realised that I have forgotten someone’s IC. I could remember those numbers so well then, but it seems that the memory is indeed fading. Perhaps it is a sign of dementia, ‘selective dementia’ as a friend put it.
Quote
“When that certain someone is mentioned, you suddenly realised you do not remember that certain someone you have once loved with such passion; this is “Forgotten”
有一天，别人提起某某，你才猛然想起，你曾经爱过这个人现在已经不记得。这就是忘记。
Unquote
I suppose one of my blog readers will have a smile on her face when she reads this. *smiles*
Indeed there are times I wished those good memories would last forever. But it is rather selfish, is it not? If the storage space is not cleared out, then how are the new memories going to stay? Besides, forever clinging onto the past is never going to solve the problem. By facing up, by realising that what is past is past is the best solution. Nothing is ever permanent.
The sweet nothings said yesterday, let it be bygones. Remember them for who they are, not what they have become into, for the better or for the worse. Cheer up, my friend. Let him go and let yourself go as well.
It never fails to surprise me that appointments with friends increase as my departure draws nearer. The following nights have all been taken up *laughs* and my time online is getting less and less.
Well, some newly acquainted friends tell me that
- wah… so long arh??
- Six months! Very long leh!
- Not scared of pirates?! Nowadays very fierce
Of course some long time friends did expressed concern when I came back initially, especially over the tsunami aftermath. From being worried about my whereabouts to my single status-hood, I really appreciate that I have such friends.
Thank you so much, my friends. *hugz hugz*
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Was keying my IC number in yesterday when I realised that I have forgotten someone’s IC. I could remember those numbers so well then, but it seems that the memory is indeed fading. Perhaps it is a sign of dementia, ‘selective dementia’ as a friend put it.
Quote
“When that certain someone is mentioned, you suddenly realised you do not remember that certain someone you have once loved with such passion; this is “Forgotten”
有一天，别人提起某某，你才猛然想起，你曾经爱过这个人现在已经不记得。这就是忘记。
Unquote
I suppose one of my blog readers will have a smile on her face when she reads this. *smiles*
Indeed there are times I wished those good memories would last forever. But it is rather selfish, is it not? If the storage space is not cleared out, then how are the new memories going to stay? Besides, forever clinging onto the past is never going to solve the problem. By facing up, by realising that what is past is past is the best solution. Nothing is ever permanent.
The sweet nothings said yesterday, let it be bygones. Remember them for who they are, not what they have become into, for the better or for the worse. Cheer up, my friend. Let him go and let yourself go as well.
Memories
Saw Karl Ho’s article in ST Life today. He relished being the goody uncle to his brood of nephews and nieces; only string attached is that they keep clear of his toy collections.
No offence Mr Ho, but I would think watching the tots tearing down the house or your room once in a while is rather an enjoyable episode than restraining them and seeing them sulk away.
He did make mention of not being able to watch them grow up. I concur, kids GROW up very fast.
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Last Saturday evening (19 March 2005) was a botched gathering. Almost every one I messaged (less the few regulars who replied and also many thanks to the all-time regular CM who relayed the messages to the other classmates) did not reply. I even received a reply from one of them just yesterday! *Laughs*
For the Sec 4E Gessians reading this, might wonder who this fella was. Hint: Infamous sleeper during History class. *chuckles*
Time indeed passed by fast enough. CM told me that JL’s son is already 1 over yrs old. I was like ‘Huh? That is fast’
Certainly, it has been since 13 years since we stepped out of the gates of Gan Eng Seng School. I must be losing my memory *chuckles* Even a teacher friend who is still teaching at my Alma Mata, still remembers clearly that who was in which class then. 13 yrs and she can remember so well…after so many students have gone through during these years… *peifu peifu*
From the big group of us to the remaining few; from the big posh Chinese restaurants to the kopi-tiam, we have all learnt that materialistic niceties are not really needed. From single-hood status to married status to parenthood, we would not have looked forward into the future then.
For the class of Sec 4E, we have all turned out well.
One of the gals became a passionate social worker *peifu peifu*
One of the guys took on to be a professional ‘bummer’ *triple peifu*
Many took on the gusty road to become teachers themselves, hopefully not into someone who tries to conduct class on a Sunday *laughs*
One of the monitors took on the high seas *aye aye Captain*
One of our brightest minds is on his way to become the first Professor in our class.*applause*
Two (according to my records) took on figures as accountants.*no Enron, I hope*
One became a policeman *Those out there, know who to call when you have problems right?*
As for our teachers (I kept up with only a few of them, some others got lost along the way):
One Mrs Tan went to Catholic High
The other Mrs Tan went to SJI
Mdm Tan – the ever-lenient Chinese teacher who knew we ‘play cheat’ and still blatantly let us be – retired
Mdm Lan – our form teacher and Chinese teacher for sec three semesters – went missing in action.
AJ – the fervent Man U soccer fan – who gave us a little more marks when Man U won then – is still teaching at GESS
The uncontacted:
The leg-stomping E.Maths teacher – Ms Ong
The infamous Physics teacher - Mr Lim
The beefy A.Maths by-the-book teacher – Mr Wong
Geographically-speaking teacher - Mdm Sharifah,
Geographically-gelled teacher - Mr Ow
The athletic PE teacher – Ms Catherine (still teaching at GESS)
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Before I pen off this entry, I like to take the opportunity to toast to the following bachelors who would taking the plunge this year in the respective order:
- Shi Cai or better known as Stephen would be tying the knot in May
- Botak *ahem* Terence will be following close in June
- The quiet guy who sat behind me, Wenjun, would end the year with his celebration as well.
For those invited classmates… better start saving for the red-bombs flying your way soon.
Me? Hahaha… all the above three events I am most afraid I would not be attending… My career takes me nowhere and everywhere. Very much so that some friends are asking ‘when is your turn next?’ *laughs*
No offence Mr Ho, but I would think watching the tots tearing down the house or your room once in a while is rather an enjoyable episode than restraining them and seeing them sulk away.
He did make mention of not being able to watch them grow up. I concur, kids GROW up very fast.
---
Last Saturday evening (19 March 2005) was a botched gathering. Almost every one I messaged (less the few regulars who replied and also many thanks to the all-time regular CM who relayed the messages to the other classmates) did not reply. I even received a reply from one of them just yesterday! *Laughs*
For the Sec 4E Gessians reading this, might wonder who this fella was. Hint: Infamous sleeper during History class. *chuckles*
Time indeed passed by fast enough. CM told me that JL’s son is already 1 over yrs old. I was like ‘Huh? That is fast’
Certainly, it has been since 13 years since we stepped out of the gates of Gan Eng Seng School. I must be losing my memory *chuckles* Even a teacher friend who is still teaching at my Alma Mata, still remembers clearly that who was in which class then. 13 yrs and she can remember so well…after so many students have gone through during these years… *peifu peifu*
From the big group of us to the remaining few; from the big posh Chinese restaurants to the kopi-tiam, we have all learnt that materialistic niceties are not really needed. From single-hood status to married status to parenthood, we would not have looked forward into the future then.
For the class of Sec 4E, we have all turned out well.
One of the gals became a passionate social worker *peifu peifu*
One of the guys took on to be a professional ‘bummer’ *triple peifu*
Many took on the gusty road to become teachers themselves, hopefully not into someone who tries to conduct class on a Sunday *laughs*
One of the monitors took on the high seas *aye aye Captain*
One of our brightest minds is on his way to become the first Professor in our class.*applause*
Two (according to my records) took on figures as accountants.*no Enron, I hope*
One became a policeman *Those out there, know who to call when you have problems right?*
As for our teachers (I kept up with only a few of them, some others got lost along the way):
One Mrs Tan went to Catholic High
The other Mrs Tan went to SJI
Mdm Tan – the ever-lenient Chinese teacher who knew we ‘play cheat’ and still blatantly let us be – retired
Mdm Lan – our form teacher and Chinese teacher for sec three semesters – went missing in action.
AJ – the fervent Man U soccer fan – who gave us a little more marks when Man U won then – is still teaching at GESS
The uncontacted:
The leg-stomping E.Maths teacher – Ms Ong
The infamous Physics teacher - Mr Lim
The beefy A.Maths by-the-book teacher – Mr Wong
Geographically-speaking teacher - Mdm Sharifah,
Geographically-gelled teacher - Mr Ow
The athletic PE teacher – Ms Catherine (still teaching at GESS)
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Before I pen off this entry, I like to take the opportunity to toast to the following bachelors who would taking the plunge this year in the respective order:
- Shi Cai or better known as Stephen would be tying the knot in May
- Botak *ahem* Terence will be following close in June
- The quiet guy who sat behind me, Wenjun, would end the year with his celebration as well.
For those invited classmates… better start saving for the red-bombs flying your way soon.
Me? Hahaha… all the above three events I am most afraid I would not be attending… My career takes me nowhere and everywhere. Very much so that some friends are asking ‘when is your turn next?’ *laughs*
March 20, 2005
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