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
March 26, 2005
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.
---
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*
---
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
March 19, 2005
Mew Mew
Bliss, ultimate bliss, without a care in the world – words that I can use to describe what the little fellas have on their face when I took their pictures earlier in the afternoon.
The fellas I am talking about are the residents cats housed at a friend’s place in Punggol. She is a dedicated cat-lover and practically the cats roam freely under her care. It was through another cat-lover friend, a fervent and passionate friend of cats who introduced her to me.
You could say, the four ‘Atomic kittens’ whom I have rescued had brought me there in the first place. To cut the long story short, I found 4 kittens SCREAMING their lungs at the back of the rubbish dump… one was crawling outside of the carton box and the rest were huddled together.
And the end of the story was these four atomic kittens were then brought under the care of this auntie. Charming rascals they were… but too bad, they did not make it through to see the world after a month of care. Amituofo.
Man, can be cruel at times… to think of throwing them off to die under the concrete jungle environment without food or water. This auntie once related how one small frail kitten was found dumped at the FOURTH level carpark in Marine Parade. It just goes to show how we humans mislead into thinking we are superior beings, but yet the actions prove otherwise.
The elitist concept that is propagated through the minds since young, have led to such a deplorable state of affairs. Some people might think little and even despise the animal lovers for their futile actions. They can scorn us, call us names, beat us into a pulp but we will not give up. I remembered reading on a friend’s blog of a story where a man who keeps throwing the starfishes back into the sea.
I found the following quote very meaningful...
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"Why in the world are you throwing starfish into the water?"
"If the starfish are still on the beach when the tide goes out and the sun rises higher in the sky, they will die," replied the young man as he continued tossing them out to the sea.
"That's ridiculous! There are thousands of miles of beach and millions of starfish. You can't believe that what you are doing could possible make a difference!"
The young man picked up another starfish, paused thoughtfully and remarked as he tossed it out into the waves,
"It makes a difference to this one."
---
To all the animal lovers in SG: who braved sun and rain, to rescue the furry felines and canines from an uncertain death, spending money and effort to give unconditional love to these beings who share our world. HJ salute you.
The fellas I am talking about are the residents cats housed at a friend’s place in Punggol. She is a dedicated cat-lover and practically the cats roam freely under her care. It was through another cat-lover friend, a fervent and passionate friend of cats who introduced her to me.
You could say, the four ‘Atomic kittens’ whom I have rescued had brought me there in the first place. To cut the long story short, I found 4 kittens SCREAMING their lungs at the back of the rubbish dump… one was crawling outside of the carton box and the rest were huddled together.
And the end of the story was these four atomic kittens were then brought under the care of this auntie. Charming rascals they were… but too bad, they did not make it through to see the world after a month of care. Amituofo.
Man, can be cruel at times… to think of throwing them off to die under the concrete jungle environment without food or water. This auntie once related how one small frail kitten was found dumped at the FOURTH level carpark in Marine Parade. It just goes to show how we humans mislead into thinking we are superior beings, but yet the actions prove otherwise.
The elitist concept that is propagated through the minds since young, have led to such a deplorable state of affairs. Some people might think little and even despise the animal lovers for their futile actions. They can scorn us, call us names, beat us into a pulp but we will not give up. I remembered reading on a friend’s blog of a story where a man who keeps throwing the starfishes back into the sea.
I found the following quote very meaningful...
---
"Why in the world are you throwing starfish into the water?"
"If the starfish are still on the beach when the tide goes out and the sun rises higher in the sky, they will die," replied the young man as he continued tossing them out to the sea.
"That's ridiculous! There are thousands of miles of beach and millions of starfish. You can't believe that what you are doing could possible make a difference!"
The young man picked up another starfish, paused thoughtfully and remarked as he tossed it out into the waves,
"It makes a difference to this one."
---
To all the animal lovers in SG: who braved sun and rain, to rescue the furry felines and canines from an uncertain death, spending money and effort to give unconditional love to these beings who share our world. HJ salute you.
March 18, 2005
City... thoughts
People walked past hurriedly
as I stood watching them idly.
Engrossed in a mad race,
the rate they move
I could not care to pace.
Buses and cars whizzed by
as the day goes by.
The sun came to say goodbye;
automatically, people packed
for the night.
The offices quickly emptied,
as twilight crept upon silently.
Lamp-posts lit up
on time,
guards went around
locking offices tight.
One day has passed
and it seemed so fast.
It is time again
for me
to catch my bus.
Penned in Singapore
2002.
as I stood watching them idly.
Engrossed in a mad race,
the rate they move
I could not care to pace.
Buses and cars whizzed by
as the day goes by.
The sun came to say goodbye;
automatically, people packed
for the night.
The offices quickly emptied,
as twilight crept upon silently.
Lamp-posts lit up
on time,
guards went around
locking offices tight.
One day has passed
and it seemed so fast.
It is time again
for me
to catch my bus.
Penned in Singapore
2002.
Beach...thoughts
The warm breeze blowing;
waves crashing on the beach;
all these happening
right under my feet.
Songs of lost love and
lonely beings,
I sang.
With a beer in hand
and feet covered in sand,
as I sat on the bench
enjoying Nature's fan.
The stars peeked
through the clouds,
at me,
alone and away
from the happening crowd.
"Oh Thou! Where have you been?"
They whispered to me
"come and see us whenever
you are free!"
Penned at Patong Beach,
July 2002
waves crashing on the beach;
all these happening
right under my feet.
Songs of lost love and
lonely beings,
I sang.
With a beer in hand
and feet covered in sand,
as I sat on the bench
enjoying Nature's fan.
The stars peeked
through the clouds,
at me,
alone and away
from the happening crowd.
"Oh Thou! Where have you been?"
They whispered to me
"come and see us whenever
you are free!"
Penned at Patong Beach,
July 2002
March 16, 2005
Looking for...
Reactivated my Friendster account one or two days back (Aiyo… don’t ask me when lah… bad at remembering things these days…probably onset of Alzheimer’s) *chuckles*
Anyway, I believe most of you who have signed up/ perused friends-making/ dating sites which asked for:
“What do you look for in your partner” (May differs from site to site, but heck, they all ask for the same thing right?)
Guys would probably rattle off their usual list of ‘wants’ and some in a more subtle way (big boobs, a body to die for and great in bed, most important, if she’s not a high-expense and probably rich gal…erm., the last one if true = bonus)
-- Guys, I don’t take sides here. Are these the heart-felt words??
And likewise for gals, they would like to have tall, hunky, gentleman, faithful (if possible) all rolled into one. The list goes on.
-- Gals… there are some who gave very ridiculous lists before… I have seen with my eyes!
It is deplorable to see what guys can list. Frankly speaking, do you think they REALLY look for all these? Yes 150% cynic I am, Mean and nasty too. Those who do know me well, hardly see me in such conditions. The mentioned conditions are reserved for those really need ticking off. Believe me, sometimes I have to re-edit my messages at times. Mai black-heart… I also know where to draw the line too.
Okay, till the point of writing, I admit I have put up some probably near-impossible standards on who I want to meet. Someone who is lanky with long tresses; I do not need a Elizabeth Hurley, someone who is not too skinny; not too over-you-know and of course and that someone who must understands.
NOW at this point of time, I realised something. Who am I bluffing? I did not go through five relationships over the past nine years for nothing. Since when did I specifically apply such standards on my previous ex. before I started courting them? Funny… I did not do so. More often than not, it was that ‘click’ and off we went.
Now if you ask me the same question again, my answer? I would probably give you one of my best smiles and walk away. *chuckles*
Anyway, I believe most of you who have signed up/ perused friends-making/ dating sites which asked for:
“What do you look for in your partner” (May differs from site to site, but heck, they all ask for the same thing right?)
Guys would probably rattle off their usual list of ‘wants’ and some in a more subtle way (big boobs, a body to die for and great in bed, most important, if she’s not a high-expense and probably rich gal…erm., the last one if true = bonus)
-- Guys, I don’t take sides here. Are these the heart-felt words??
And likewise for gals, they would like to have tall, hunky, gentleman, faithful (if possible) all rolled into one. The list goes on.
-- Gals… there are some who gave very ridiculous lists before… I have seen with my eyes!
It is deplorable to see what guys can list. Frankly speaking, do you think they REALLY look for all these? Yes 150% cynic I am, Mean and nasty too. Those who do know me well, hardly see me in such conditions. The mentioned conditions are reserved for those really need ticking off. Believe me, sometimes I have to re-edit my messages at times. Mai black-heart… I also know where to draw the line too.
Okay, till the point of writing, I admit I have put up some probably near-impossible standards on who I want to meet. Someone who is lanky with long tresses; I do not need a Elizabeth Hurley, someone who is not too skinny; not too over-you-know and of course and that someone who must understands.
NOW at this point of time, I realised something. Who am I bluffing? I did not go through five relationships over the past nine years for nothing. Since when did I specifically apply such standards on my previous ex. before I started courting them? Funny… I did not do so. More often than not, it was that ‘click’ and off we went.
Now if you ask me the same question again, my answer? I would probably give you one of my best smiles and walk away. *chuckles*
Single and so mum
Came across this article some time back last week (told you all right that I have been procrastinating!) *chuckles*
It is deplorable to see that single mums have been treated with indifference in our ‘First World’ society.
Of course many would criticise these mothers, chide them even in their present state. Harsh words fly; daughters get disowned by parents; kicked out of their only accommodation; what more is that they have to endure the invisible pressure of the society. Not everyone will look them as decent women. Of course there are a percentage of people who still hold them in regard.
To me, yes, the single mums have on one part, done wrong. But the rest of the society is equally as bad. It takes two hands to make a clap sound. By imposing some ridiculous restrictions for these single mums such as prohibited from buying 3-room flats as ‘they are meant for families’
Frankly speaking the agency in place now is so stubbornly rigid and yet trying to impress (who I have no idea) with their ‘efficient’ autocratic style of management. I hear of news heading subtlety screaming “Babies NOT enough!” and flip over to see ‘Sorry, single mums and baby-in-tow do not constitute as a family unit’ nonsense slapped right across on our national newspapers.
They can blatantly speak so loudly about change… it will probably take a major tsunami to shake everything back in place. *covers both eyes*
Thank you Ah Gong, you can have my cake and eat it. Me, a quitter? Haha, call me anything you want. I am the least bothered.
It is deplorable to see that single mums have been treated with indifference in our ‘First World’ society.
Of course many would criticise these mothers, chide them even in their present state. Harsh words fly; daughters get disowned by parents; kicked out of their only accommodation; what more is that they have to endure the invisible pressure of the society. Not everyone will look them as decent women. Of course there are a percentage of people who still hold them in regard.
To me, yes, the single mums have on one part, done wrong. But the rest of the society is equally as bad. It takes two hands to make a clap sound. By imposing some ridiculous restrictions for these single mums such as prohibited from buying 3-room flats as ‘they are meant for families’
Frankly speaking the agency in place now is so stubbornly rigid and yet trying to impress (who I have no idea) with their ‘efficient’ autocratic style of management. I hear of news heading subtlety screaming “Babies NOT enough!” and flip over to see ‘Sorry, single mums and baby-in-tow do not constitute as a family unit’ nonsense slapped right across on our national newspapers.
They can blatantly speak so loudly about change… it will probably take a major tsunami to shake everything back in place. *covers both eyes*
Thank you Ah Gong, you can have my cake and eat it. Me, a quitter? Haha, call me anything you want. I am the least bothered.
Too quiet...
Have been awfully quiet for the past few days, I hereby apologise to my faithful readers. As the days passed, I realised I have a lot of ‘grievances’ chalked up and hence promptly got down to get it off before I
- lose interest in bringing the issue up or
- time get the better of me or
- I become indifferent to the issues worth mentioning.
I have been busy lately, partly because my time in SG is already dwindling…
Yes it have been confirmed that I would be going off for my next ship in due time. And no, I am not affected by the latest report of the kidnapped crew members in Malacca Straits.
For the unaware, a tugboat has been hijacked in the region. The Japanese officers are being held and no news of their whereabouts is known yet.
For more information, please go to the following link:
Three nations scramble to rescue pirate kidnap victims
- lose interest in bringing the issue up or
- time get the better of me or
- I become indifferent to the issues worth mentioning.
I have been busy lately, partly because my time in SG is already dwindling…
Yes it have been confirmed that I would be going off for my next ship in due time. And no, I am not affected by the latest report of the kidnapped crew members in Malacca Straits.
For the unaware, a tugboat has been hijacked in the region. The Japanese officers are being held and no news of their whereabouts is known yet.
For more information, please go to the following link:
Three nations scramble to rescue pirate kidnap victims
March 09, 2005
The great casino debate
I am going to make it clear here, I am not jumping into the bandwagon and join in the fray with my venomous remarks.
Although the final judgement (I prefer this better than the word ‘decision’) would be out in April, it is obvious that Ah Gong is shooting anything that stands in the way. The proposal for a referendum has been turned down. Neither was the proposal for a delay in decision allowed. FACTS – Families against Casino Threat in Singapore – carries more than 27, 473 signatories, the figure until 7.30pm yesterday, would have no effect from my point of view. All the petitions and voices to the higher authorities would be brushed off as usual.
Opposition voices deemed that by allowing the casino, more of such Tampines tragedies would occur.
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Why not I put it in another perspective? Using another example to put my point across, erm… it is a little usual to use that as an example but nevertheless, the point is clear cut enough.
We know what condoms are for. The invention or existence of condoms have in one way or the other changed the way modern society goes around. The condom is like the double-edge sword. It has saved millions from infections, spread by sexual intercourse. But likewise the existence of the condom has provided a ‘safety’ mindset for the men with philandering ways who seek pleasure in paid sex.
The inventor of the condom, of course, did not take into account that men would take advantage of such ‘safety’ feature for their indulgences. His original motive was to save lives, but it all boils down to how the item is handled.
Quote – Fire is a good servant, but a bad master.
Likewise the casino is only an avenue for entertainment; it is after all the men and women who are flocking there for
-amusement or,
-try their luck or,
-strike it rich etc etc.
Thus the issue turns back to whether or not the casino is going to be built or not, it is the human greediness we have to overcome.
The casino is just but hardware, without the addicted gamblers, the casino is nothing but a shell. By imposing curbs and restrictions would only hinder the physical presence of the human gambler. He could then turn to online casinos and other venues of gambling to satisfy his desire for gambling.
If any of the skool-lahs is reading this, well, given his intellect and capability (if he have any), he would look at another way of resolving the conflict.
Although the final judgement (I prefer this better than the word ‘decision’) would be out in April, it is obvious that Ah Gong is shooting anything that stands in the way. The proposal for a referendum has been turned down. Neither was the proposal for a delay in decision allowed. FACTS – Families against Casino Threat in Singapore – carries more than 27, 473 signatories, the figure until 7.30pm yesterday, would have no effect from my point of view. All the petitions and voices to the higher authorities would be brushed off as usual.
Opposition voices deemed that by allowing the casino, more of such Tampines tragedies would occur.
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Why not I put it in another perspective? Using another example to put my point across, erm… it is a little usual to use that as an example but nevertheless, the point is clear cut enough.
We know what condoms are for. The invention or existence of condoms have in one way or the other changed the way modern society goes around. The condom is like the double-edge sword. It has saved millions from infections, spread by sexual intercourse. But likewise the existence of the condom has provided a ‘safety’ mindset for the men with philandering ways who seek pleasure in paid sex.
The inventor of the condom, of course, did not take into account that men would take advantage of such ‘safety’ feature for their indulgences. His original motive was to save lives, but it all boils down to how the item is handled.
Quote – Fire is a good servant, but a bad master.
Likewise the casino is only an avenue for entertainment; it is after all the men and women who are flocking there for
-amusement or,
-try their luck or,
-strike it rich etc etc.
Thus the issue turns back to whether or not the casino is going to be built or not, it is the human greediness we have to overcome.
The casino is just but hardware, without the addicted gamblers, the casino is nothing but a shell. By imposing curbs and restrictions would only hinder the physical presence of the human gambler. He could then turn to online casinos and other venues of gambling to satisfy his desire for gambling.
If any of the skool-lahs is reading this, well, given his intellect and capability (if he have any), he would look at another way of resolving the conflict.
Uncertainty 无常
The recent murder cum suicide case have the papers (night gossip papers especially) talking. Even the divorce case of some local actor and actress got dwarfed by the coverage.
ST reporter Tanya Fong quoted the nanny ‘Why? Why did this happen? Why?”
I was not around when the tsunami struck last year. But I came across many reports asking the same ‘Why?’ When faced with such calamities and tragedies, the human involuntarily reacts as such to such uncertainty.
无常 - 每个人都有一本帐，翻出下一页是什么，谁也不知道
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Anger does not really help when the milk have been spilled. In the comfortable and crime-low society of ours, to see such an unfortunate incident taking place in our environment, one (if he is a human being) does express sympathy and regrets over the incident.
I hear of friends of the deceased and social workers coming forward with their ‘what ifs’ on the airwaves and the remedial steps to prevent such tragedies from happening.
I am not here to put in my two cents worth of talk of what-ifs, how-we-can of blabber.
Merely expressing more of what I see from the incident.
Of course for those against the idea of a casino near our doorstep, this incident would be fodder for them to stoke the anti-casino feelings against the final decision (something which is bashfully ‘open’ but not official only)
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Back to the topic, life is indeed such. No one can anticipate the twists and turns in our lives. It is only we, ourselves who have control over our lives. Uncertainty revolves our lives, every day every moment.
One can come to a crossroad not knowing where to head next. Take the wrong path and you probably find yourself heading nowhere near where you wished to be. Every one of us has taken a wrong turn before; the remedy is to realise and get back to your true self.
Indeed, happiness from outsiders might seem real. But beneath the look, maintaining a relationship is never easy *whoever said it was, anyway?* Looking deeper into the history of the deceased, it is what I have mentioned before – 种因得因，种果得果
As to why the breadwinner plunged into heavy debt, dead men tell no tales. One can get angry for all he/she likes.
My mother mentioned the other day over another incident, we have to let it go. No point reproaching them anymore.
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The incident that took place was some kiddo knocked over the basin of guppies and sped dashing off without stopping to help. I yelled at the kiddo, but then saving the guppies was more important.
I managed to save the majority of them, but the tiny guppies were washed down the drain before I could attempt to save them. Furthermore there were a few deaths, crushed by the basin itself.
I was furious then, but my mother held me back in check, even though I know where the culprit kiddo lived (he lived just further down the corridor).
‘The mother would only say sorry and forget about the incident and the kiddo would not repent” my mother said. Truly said, I calmed myself down after a while. I buried the dead fishes in the flower pots and cleaned up the mess.
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How often do we lose our cool? I thought I have kept mine in check, but still I think I have a long way to go.
You do not have to look far, look at yourself at the end of the day and you have your answer.
天天念气事，天天有事气
天天念极乐，天天都快乐
ST reporter Tanya Fong quoted the nanny ‘Why? Why did this happen? Why?”
I was not around when the tsunami struck last year. But I came across many reports asking the same ‘Why?’ When faced with such calamities and tragedies, the human involuntarily reacts as such to such uncertainty.
无常 - 每个人都有一本帐，翻出下一页是什么，谁也不知道
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Anger does not really help when the milk have been spilled. In the comfortable and crime-low society of ours, to see such an unfortunate incident taking place in our environment, one (if he is a human being) does express sympathy and regrets over the incident.
I hear of friends of the deceased and social workers coming forward with their ‘what ifs’ on the airwaves and the remedial steps to prevent such tragedies from happening.
I am not here to put in my two cents worth of talk of what-ifs, how-we-can of blabber.
Merely expressing more of what I see from the incident.
Of course for those against the idea of a casino near our doorstep, this incident would be fodder for them to stoke the anti-casino feelings against the final decision (something which is bashfully ‘open’ but not official only)
---
Back to the topic, life is indeed such. No one can anticipate the twists and turns in our lives. It is only we, ourselves who have control over our lives. Uncertainty revolves our lives, every day every moment.
One can come to a crossroad not knowing where to head next. Take the wrong path and you probably find yourself heading nowhere near where you wished to be. Every one of us has taken a wrong turn before; the remedy is to realise and get back to your true self.
Indeed, happiness from outsiders might seem real. But beneath the look, maintaining a relationship is never easy *whoever said it was, anyway?* Looking deeper into the history of the deceased, it is what I have mentioned before – 种因得因，种果得果
As to why the breadwinner plunged into heavy debt, dead men tell no tales. One can get angry for all he/she likes.
My mother mentioned the other day over another incident, we have to let it go. No point reproaching them anymore.
---
The incident that took place was some kiddo knocked over the basin of guppies and sped dashing off without stopping to help. I yelled at the kiddo, but then saving the guppies was more important.
I managed to save the majority of them, but the tiny guppies were washed down the drain before I could attempt to save them. Furthermore there were a few deaths, crushed by the basin itself.
I was furious then, but my mother held me back in check, even though I know where the culprit kiddo lived (he lived just further down the corridor).
‘The mother would only say sorry and forget about the incident and the kiddo would not repent” my mother said. Truly said, I calmed myself down after a while. I buried the dead fishes in the flower pots and cleaned up the mess.
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How often do we lose our cool? I thought I have kept mine in check, but still I think I have a long way to go.
You do not have to look far, look at yourself at the end of the day and you have your answer.
天天念气事，天天有事气
天天念极乐，天天都快乐
March 08, 2005
Degree Degrees
I was going through the Careers Fair section this morning. I must say I am SLOW these days… took the section away and cast it aside until today.
Looking through the list of degrees offered by various institutions, I cannot but help to be awed by the choices offered these days. Needless to say, these days the younger generation are far much fortunate in comparison to our generation. They have plenty of scholarships at their beck and calls; some of their parents can afford to send them to overseas institutions.
I wonder aloud, how many of these chaps (ladies included) do actually benefit from such education. I have feedback from friends in various vocations ranging from IT to electronics and even in my own vocation; graduates these days are nothing more but paper tigers - Looks great on paper but hardly capable of holding up the fort.
There are too many examples of these goof-up graduates to be squeezed into this article today. I am sure many of you have seen a lot of such examples around you. Even in Ah Gong’s party, do you really think the skool-ahs are really that capable? Look at the recent foul-up at the joint admission exercise and you see what the skool-ahs have thought of.
My point is the overall attitude is much more important than the paper qualifications these days. Knowledge can be picked up by anyone with the mind to do it. But the attitude that carries down from day one is not easily changed.
Quote – 江山易改，本性难移
A friend I recently got to know do not have a degree but that did not stop her from becoming a manager in an overseas posting. She is one of those who have done very well career-wise, even though she did not have some fanciful MBA or PhD title to her name. What really matters is the attitude, the zest.
To quote my mother – a degree = another piece of toilet paper. *chuckles*
My mother did not have a high education background (She only had Primary 6 education) Forced to work since 12 yr old, she has seen more than this higher-educated son of hers. You tell some graduate to go wet market shopping and you see what I mean about abundance of experience.
I might not have the prestigious degrees from our ‘world-class’ universities in SG, but I have applied at least 30% of what I have picked up from my modules.
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Though I may not have full class honours, the process itself is still a feat to beat. I was then doing my advance diploma at Singapore Poly and have to deal with the final modules of my degree. Looking back in retrospect, I must be out of my mind to handle two at a same time. *chuckles*
Thank goodness, the exams did not clash and I have some breathing space in between, which was a relief.
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Education itself is a process, it is sad that these days the education process in SG have shifted the focus away from the days before. What we have are mere products that look grand on the outside and hollow on the inside. Ironic but true.
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So if I may ask, how hot is your degree these days? *twiddles thumb*
Looking through the list of degrees offered by various institutions, I cannot but help to be awed by the choices offered these days. Needless to say, these days the younger generation are far much fortunate in comparison to our generation. They have plenty of scholarships at their beck and calls; some of their parents can afford to send them to overseas institutions.
I wonder aloud, how many of these chaps (ladies included) do actually benefit from such education. I have feedback from friends in various vocations ranging from IT to electronics and even in my own vocation; graduates these days are nothing more but paper tigers - Looks great on paper but hardly capable of holding up the fort.
There are too many examples of these goof-up graduates to be squeezed into this article today. I am sure many of you have seen a lot of such examples around you. Even in Ah Gong’s party, do you really think the skool-ahs are really that capable? Look at the recent foul-up at the joint admission exercise and you see what the skool-ahs have thought of.
My point is the overall attitude is much more important than the paper qualifications these days. Knowledge can be picked up by anyone with the mind to do it. But the attitude that carries down from day one is not easily changed.
Quote – 江山易改，本性难移
A friend I recently got to know do not have a degree but that did not stop her from becoming a manager in an overseas posting. She is one of those who have done very well career-wise, even though she did not have some fanciful MBA or PhD title to her name. What really matters is the attitude, the zest.
To quote my mother – a degree = another piece of toilet paper. *chuckles*
My mother did not have a high education background (She only had Primary 6 education) Forced to work since 12 yr old, she has seen more than this higher-educated son of hers. You tell some graduate to go wet market shopping and you see what I mean about abundance of experience.
I might not have the prestigious degrees from our ‘world-class’ universities in SG, but I have applied at least 30% of what I have picked up from my modules.
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Though I may not have full class honours, the process itself is still a feat to beat. I was then doing my advance diploma at Singapore Poly and have to deal with the final modules of my degree. Looking back in retrospect, I must be out of my mind to handle two at a same time. *chuckles*
Thank goodness, the exams did not clash and I have some breathing space in between, which was a relief.
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Education itself is a process, it is sad that these days the education process in SG have shifted the focus away from the days before. What we have are mere products that look grand on the outside and hollow on the inside. Ironic but true.
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So if I may ask, how hot is your degree these days? *twiddles thumb*
March 07, 2005
Uncle jiang gu - An uncle speaks
Readers of my blog might find it strange to see pictures and more pictures of my nephew and nieces, more especially when I am still very SINGLE *erm… am I making it too obvious here? (Usual innocent look mode - switched on)
Hmm… I think when my own kids come along I could probably outdo my sec school classmate’s blog dedicated to her child. I would not be surprised… she have already lodged an official ‘complaint’ that I am more “lor soh” than her. *chuckles*
For once, I must agree with ah gong that money cannot really buy the unconditional love of children. For those unaware, I do love children, okay? An old friend chided me, ‘go get married and get your own children to play with’ *Yea, rite*
Looking at them, time has passed by fast enough. The set of PiYo-PiYo accessories has been passed down from Oliver to Hazel to Laurel. Talk about recycling…
Hmm… perhaps Kor is still keeping them? *ponders… if he is REALLY keeping them for me*
Children… they really grow fast. In the blink of an eye, even the youngest one Laurel is already up and about running loose, destroying the phone as usual, like her siblings before. *rolls eyeballs up*
The number of toys has not increased (stored in my bedroom) these days *thankfully* and the number of fights has decreased significantly. But the usual fights for the bicycle; push cart and what-nots still happens every weekly. And powder consumption goes UP proportionally with their weekly visits.
No matter what, they are always that adorable... Laurel takes tissue to dry Hazel’s tears and Hazel does likewise when Laurel burst into tears. *sweet right?*
Time and tide waits for no man, with each trip I return to see that they have grown so much in such a short span. In no time, they will be all grown up, leaving these memories, these pictures behind. And in time to come, they will have their own stories to tell. Who knows, they might take a leaf out of my page. *smiles*
Hmm… I think when my own kids come along I could probably outdo my sec school classmate’s blog dedicated to her child. I would not be surprised… she have already lodged an official ‘complaint’ that I am more “lor soh” than her. *chuckles*
For once, I must agree with ah gong that money cannot really buy the unconditional love of children. For those unaware, I do love children, okay? An old friend chided me, ‘go get married and get your own children to play with’ *Yea, rite*
Looking at them, time has passed by fast enough. The set of PiYo-PiYo accessories has been passed down from Oliver to Hazel to Laurel. Talk about recycling…
Hmm… perhaps Kor is still keeping them? *ponders… if he is REALLY keeping them for me*
Children… they really grow fast. In the blink of an eye, even the youngest one Laurel is already up and about running loose, destroying the phone as usual, like her siblings before. *rolls eyeballs up*
The number of toys has not increased (stored in my bedroom) these days *thankfully* and the number of fights has decreased significantly. But the usual fights for the bicycle; push cart and what-nots still happens every weekly. And powder consumption goes UP proportionally with their weekly visits.
No matter what, they are always that adorable... Laurel takes tissue to dry Hazel’s tears and Hazel does likewise when Laurel burst into tears. *sweet right?*
Time and tide waits for no man, with each trip I return to see that they have grown so much in such a short span. In no time, they will be all grown up, leaving these memories, these pictures behind. And in time to come, they will have their own stories to tell. Who knows, they might take a leaf out of my page. *smiles*
March 06, 2005
March 04, 2005
The Perfect gentleman
Two days back I walked past Robinsons at Centrepoint and saw the window display with this in big print ‘The Perfect Gentleman’
The mannequins, on display with the hi-end price tags, seemed to be ‘shouting’ to the on-lookers that the ‘perfect gentleman’ would be one dressed similar to them.
What is perfect? No one is. I am sure guys and ladies out there once have a version of their own perfects – perfect boyfriends, perfect girlfriend, perfect husbands, perfect wives… the list goes on.
Superficial is it not? The rules of this society have subconsciously implanted that the existence of the ‘perfect’ being is one with such high exclusive tastes. That is to say, being wrapped in clothing branded with Valentino, Gucci, LV and what-nots (pardon me for the list of limited brand names, this country pumpkin here have an idea of these few names only), one can justify that he is the ‘PERFECT’ gentleman.
Comfort is the call of the day; I am pretty comfortable with my jeans and tee-shirts without having to resort to fanciful material to assert myself. Having such brands makes one no different from the cows being branded for sale.
It has all become very shallow. The mindset of high class society has deemed fit that they are above the rest of everybody else. They are willing to splurge to keep up with appearances. But then the rest of society should take the blame as well. It takes two to clap.
A recent example of such would be the arrival of a child to a local television actress. It has reached such a stage whereby the arrival of her child has called for a need to put up a press conference. Silly, you might say. But then the common folk lap it up like a man dying of thirst in the desert. At least in Singapore, the way it goes have not reached the stellar levels of Hong Kong society where the rich or famous gets into the limelight, be it good or bad.
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Back to the main topic, indeed I would not disagree that aiming for perfection is good. At least the high standards would spur our innate self to achieve what we have thought were impossible.
Go seek forth what you want, but then remember, take a break at times. Failing does not necessarily mark the end of the road. It only signifies the beginning of a new road ahead.
The phoenix rises from the ashes; from the tidal waves that have demolished countries in the Indian Ocean, a new beginning would come. For the past nine months, I had my break and I am coming back. Watch me.
The mannequins, on display with the hi-end price tags, seemed to be ‘shouting’ to the on-lookers that the ‘perfect gentleman’ would be one dressed similar to them.
What is perfect? No one is. I am sure guys and ladies out there once have a version of their own perfects – perfect boyfriends, perfect girlfriend, perfect husbands, perfect wives… the list goes on.
Superficial is it not? The rules of this society have subconsciously implanted that the existence of the ‘perfect’ being is one with such high exclusive tastes. That is to say, being wrapped in clothing branded with Valentino, Gucci, LV and what-nots (pardon me for the list of limited brand names, this country pumpkin here have an idea of these few names only), one can justify that he is the ‘PERFECT’ gentleman.
Comfort is the call of the day; I am pretty comfortable with my jeans and tee-shirts without having to resort to fanciful material to assert myself. Having such brands makes one no different from the cows being branded for sale.
It has all become very shallow. The mindset of high class society has deemed fit that they are above the rest of everybody else. They are willing to splurge to keep up with appearances. But then the rest of society should take the blame as well. It takes two to clap.
A recent example of such would be the arrival of a child to a local television actress. It has reached such a stage whereby the arrival of her child has called for a need to put up a press conference. Silly, you might say. But then the common folk lap it up like a man dying of thirst in the desert. At least in Singapore, the way it goes have not reached the stellar levels of Hong Kong society where the rich or famous gets into the limelight, be it good or bad.
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Back to the main topic, indeed I would not disagree that aiming for perfection is good. At least the high standards would spur our innate self to achieve what we have thought were impossible.
Go seek forth what you want, but then remember, take a break at times. Failing does not necessarily mark the end of the road. It only signifies the beginning of a new road ahead.
The phoenix rises from the ashes; from the tidal waves that have demolished countries in the Indian Ocean, a new beginning would come. For the past nine months, I had my break and I am coming back. Watch me.
March 03, 2005
Retribution 报应
As usual, I was parking in the cyberspace when someone in the main channel sounded desperate.
He seemed desperate enough. From my medical training background, his case was more related to a medical problem.
As the usual medical practitioner (working habits die hard, I am the medical officer while onboard my tenure on the ship) I asked him the various questions about the situation, hoping to quell his fears.
After the general questioning was done, I gave him my two cents worth of the situation.
As it had to do with the reproduction organs, he admitted that he had sought for paid sex within the past week.
So that was the whole bare truth. Nevertheless, he was getting frantic. After all, I have reason to believe that this was his first ever brush with the deadly venerable disease.
Anyway, I assured him that it is curable (applicable to his condition) but he was still panicky. After a while of silence he came back to me with the same medical text I have read over before and earlier on.
He was paranoid at this stage and became agitated. He lamented that he should have gone for the younger one. *rolls my eyeballs)
Apparently to me, he have gone over the edge and trying to seek solace in finding a scapegoat (yet at the same time suffering from the consequences of paid sex). Psychologically he wanted the other party to share the blame.
I retorted back at him that no one had taken him at gunpoint to seek such pleasures. This girl-friendless chap still had the cheek to say ‘no girlfriend can die’
Thus all said and done, fancy wasting my finger efforts in guiding him towards the road of repent. I started my onslaught of cynicism on him. As for the content of the sour cynicism, I shall spare everyone the acidity of my remarks. It would certainly go down well for the un-involved anyway.
This is retribution. If human can restrain their wild urging desires, our chap in question would have never come to such a stage in life, fearful of getting the incurable AIDS. I must imagine that he is tossing and turning in his bed now, unsure of what later this morning would bring him to.
Indeed, I have seen some of my friends fearful of the deadly and incurable disease. No doubt that my profession is notorious for its philandering ways, but the work environment have gone past the stage whereby our ships nary stay long in port. On top of everything else, many of the seafarers are not as bad as any landlubber might think. There are times when we hardly able to open our eyes after a long duration of standby…so the energy to set foot ashore is barely substantial. The call of the bed and pillow is often more tempting than the girls ashore.
As much as I wanted to strangle the chap for being still that obstinate, I must say this incident would carve an inedible mark on his sexual history conquests. The fear factor is the best retribution that is reaped for what he had sowed.
He seemed desperate enough. From my medical training background, his case was more related to a medical problem.
As the usual medical practitioner (working habits die hard, I am the medical officer while onboard my tenure on the ship) I asked him the various questions about the situation, hoping to quell his fears.
After the general questioning was done, I gave him my two cents worth of the situation.
As it had to do with the reproduction organs, he admitted that he had sought for paid sex within the past week.
So that was the whole bare truth. Nevertheless, he was getting frantic. After all, I have reason to believe that this was his first ever brush with the deadly venerable disease.
Anyway, I assured him that it is curable (applicable to his condition) but he was still panicky. After a while of silence he came back to me with the same medical text I have read over before and earlier on.
He was paranoid at this stage and became agitated. He lamented that he should have gone for the younger one. *rolls my eyeballs)
Apparently to me, he have gone over the edge and trying to seek solace in finding a scapegoat (yet at the same time suffering from the consequences of paid sex). Psychologically he wanted the other party to share the blame.
I retorted back at him that no one had taken him at gunpoint to seek such pleasures. This girl-friendless chap still had the cheek to say ‘no girlfriend can die’
Thus all said and done, fancy wasting my finger efforts in guiding him towards the road of repent. I started my onslaught of cynicism on him. As for the content of the sour cynicism, I shall spare everyone the acidity of my remarks. It would certainly go down well for the un-involved anyway.
This is retribution. If human can restrain their wild urging desires, our chap in question would have never come to such a stage in life, fearful of getting the incurable AIDS. I must imagine that he is tossing and turning in his bed now, unsure of what later this morning would bring him to.
Indeed, I have seen some of my friends fearful of the deadly and incurable disease. No doubt that my profession is notorious for its philandering ways, but the work environment have gone past the stage whereby our ships nary stay long in port. On top of everything else, many of the seafarers are not as bad as any landlubber might think. There are times when we hardly able to open our eyes after a long duration of standby…so the energy to set foot ashore is barely substantial. The call of the bed and pillow is often more tempting than the girls ashore.
As much as I wanted to strangle the chap for being still that obstinate, I must say this incident would carve an inedible mark on his sexual history conquests. The fear factor is the best retribution that is reaped for what he had sowed.
菩萨种因，凡人畏果
善有善报，恶有恶报，若未见报，时辰未到。
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