It was until a wiki-search for a Japanese movie "Ima, Ai ni Yukimasu"
had turned up some gossip as well.
Hollywood had apparently took the rights to this movie and will be producing it, starring Jenifer Garner.
Nothing against the actress. The thought have came to me that Hollywood, once a prime veteran in the movie industry, have come to such means to redeem itself.
Perhaps cynics might digress, however from the following list of movies quoted, you would be surprised -
Original title (Language)/ Hollywood title
----------------------------- -------------------
1.The Ring (Japanese) / The Ring
2. The Grudge (Korean) / The Grudge
3. Dark Water (Japanese) / Dark Water
4. Il Mare (Korean) / The Lake House
5. Shall we dance (Japanese)/ Shall we dance
6. King Kong (US) /King Kong
7. Planet of the Apes (US) /Planet of the Apes
8. War of the Worlds (US) /War of the Worlds
9. Poseidon (US) /Poseidon
10.Be with You (Japanese) /(Not available at press time)
Once is lucky, twice is an conicidence, three times and more is pushing their luck.
Perhaps the pressure is on for the scriptwriters, after years of leading ahead in the industry, it is easy to capitalise on winning box office hits from overseas and past years record holders.
So what shall it be then? Hollywood Recycling or Hollywood Karang Kuni Pte Ltd?
December 30, 2006
December 29, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - (post dated) Kinder-Concert 17 Nov 2006
The Editor has put off writing this article for some time now - hence the post dated edition.
The two adorable girls had their concert on the morning of 17th Nov. Despite a long night the day before (the editor slept at 5 am that day, due to some crisis that arose the night before), he managed to creep out of bed and arrive with the family at the designated venue.
===
The concert took place after the brief graduation ceremony for the out-going students, who would be in primary school next year.
Cameras, be it handphone models or videocam ones, soon occupied the airspace over the seats. Clicks, flashes and most obivious of all, the smiles of the beaming parents whose child was on stage performing. It was most obivious to see who were really enjoying all these.
I remember a quote placed up a year ago at the school premises when my nephew went through his rite of passage.
It said
It struck a deep chord with me, even though I have yet to have children of my own. It also epitomised the fact that materialism in the adult world do not bode well with the world of these young ones.
===
Well, for this edition, the editor shall let his pictures, do the talking. Enjoy and see you again!
(Hazel - 1st from left; Laurel - 2nd from right)
The two adorable girls had their concert on the morning of 17th Nov. Despite a long night the day before (the editor slept at 5 am that day, due to some crisis that arose the night before), he managed to creep out of bed and arrive with the family at the designated venue.
===
The concert took place after the brief graduation ceremony for the out-going students, who would be in primary school next year.
Cameras, be it handphone models or videocam ones, soon occupied the airspace over the seats. Clicks, flashes and most obivious of all, the smiles of the beaming parents whose child was on stage performing. It was most obivious to see who were really enjoying all these.
I remember a quote placed up a year ago at the school premises when my nephew went through his rite of passage.
It said
Your children needs your presence more than they need your presents
It struck a deep chord with me, even though I have yet to have children of my own. It also epitomised the fact that materialism in the adult world do not bode well with the world of these young ones.
===
Well, for this edition, the editor shall let his pictures, do the talking. Enjoy and see you again!
(Hazel - 1st from left; Laurel - 2nd from right)
(Hazel - 2nd from left; Laurel - 2nd from right)
December 19, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Raindrops keep falling on my head 19 Dec 2006
It is the time of the year, come December and January, the NE monsoon brings along its healthy dose of South China Sea moisture and lands upon the little red dot of Singapore.
The rain have been relentlessly falling on and off for the past three days. With the lunar first day approaching fast, memories of floods in previous years came erm.. flooding back.
With exceptional high tides, there were an outbreak of areas where businesses, cars, people and many more affected by the torrential rain.
The year-end news have never fail to feature
- stranded cars *frantic car owner overheard shouting..'OH MY MERZ!!!'*
- lifted skirts, sarongs and folded pants wading through knee-high water areas
- fallen trees *few squirrels seen scrambling away with their nuts as chainsaws burst into actions*
and last but not least,
citizens of this little red dot mourning and complaining...
This is your editor reporting, high and dry, from the Little Red Dot.
The rain have been relentlessly falling on and off for the past three days. With the lunar first day approaching fast, memories of floods in previous years came erm.. flooding back.
With exceptional high tides, there were an outbreak of areas where businesses, cars, people and many more affected by the torrential rain.
The year-end news have never fail to feature
- stranded cars *frantic car owner overheard shouting..'OH MY MERZ!!!'*
- lifted skirts, sarongs and folded pants wading through knee-high water areas
- fallen trees *few squirrels seen scrambling away with their nuts as chainsaws burst into actions*
and last but not least,
citizens of this little red dot mourning and complaining...
This is your editor reporting, high and dry, from the Little Red Dot.
December 18, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Back in HCM 09-10 Dec 2006
Coming back to HCM and the calvary of motorbikes swarm you immediately.
Never mind the mass, it is the amount of gases and dirt they generate in their wake. *chokes*
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Due to fly off from Uncle Ho's homeland on the 11th, so the next few days were basically spent on getting souvenirs and more souvenirs.
Vietnam coffee and their special coffee maker was on the agenda. The sweet aroma is enough to make you open your wallets and bring a couple of kilos back, even though you might be a tea lover.
Besides the list of ordered items, t-shirts and polos were the catch of the day. At Ben Thanh Market, haggling is a must. Most prices quoted were at least 150 to even 200% inflated. A sharp tongue, you must have when you visit.
The market was a sightful, there were plenty of souvenir stores, dried goods, coffee and tea stalls, clothing stalls, bags stores, perfume stores. A shoppers' paradise... come come my fellow Singaporeans, flock real fast flock real hard to this new haven!
With the end of the shopping, the Vietnam trip have drawn to a close. Thank you all readers and this is your editor signing off from Vietnam.
December 15, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Hoi An Walkabout 08 Dec 2006
Some correction to be called for. The Editor was feverish and had to hold back the movement from Nha Trang on 05th evening. The available train ride was on the 7th morning. I apologise for the mix-up in dates. The affected edition dates have been amended accordingly.
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Today (o8 Dec) was much taken up by walking, shooting, recce-ing, more shooting and walking.
Took upon the recommended route by the guide book L.P. The route took me through most of the ancient sites such as
- the historical house at 77;
- Museum of Trading Ceramics;
- Fujian Hui Guan, Teochew Hui Guan, Canton Hui Guan;
Besides the (sometimes boring) view, the old houses have been retro-fit interior-wise for businesses; such as souvenir shops, tailor shops, cobbler shops, eateries etc.
What was most outstanding for their conservation was that the EXTERIORS were hardly touched. Unlike those in Singapore which were refurbished, these buildings were still very much antiquated apart from a consistent yellow being splashed across almost every building.
===
The afternoon was spent in the tailor's shop. Here the editor was being 'looked' upon, front and back by the amiable tailor.
"Hmm.. no good.. must change here, here and here.." he rattled off to his staff. I felt like an exhibit in the museum, occasionally forced to lift up this hand, that hand, turn around. I was glad when the 'show' was over.
Besides spending time at the tailor, scouting around for a good art work was on my agenda. Actually, the Editor was never much an art connoisseur. However the artwork these people have were simply too much to be left ignored.
After much wandering and haggling, the Editor finally decided on one and happily made his payment and went back for a quick shower before dinner.
Flight arrangements were made from Danang to HCM city. The bus route and train route would take more than half a day to reach. I could not bear to sit through 20 odd hours to get my bum to my final stop. The flight is the best option.
So much for now. HCM City, I said I'll be back!
===
Today (o8 Dec) was much taken up by walking, shooting, recce-ing, more shooting and walking.
Took upon the recommended route by the guide book L.P. The route took me through most of the ancient sites such as
- the historical house at 77;
- Museum of Trading Ceramics;
- Fujian Hui Guan, Teochew Hui Guan, Canton Hui Guan;
Besides the (sometimes boring) view, the old houses have been retro-fit interior-wise for businesses; such as souvenir shops, tailor shops, cobbler shops, eateries etc.
What was most outstanding for their conservation was that the EXTERIORS were hardly touched. Unlike those in Singapore which were refurbished, these buildings were still very much antiquated apart from a consistent yellow being splashed across almost every building.
===
The afternoon was spent in the tailor's shop. Here the editor was being 'looked' upon, front and back by the amiable tailor.
"Hmm.. no good.. must change here, here and here.." he rattled off to his staff. I felt like an exhibit in the museum, occasionally forced to lift up this hand, that hand, turn around. I was glad when the 'show' was over.
Besides spending time at the tailor, scouting around for a good art work was on my agenda. Actually, the Editor was never much an art connoisseur. However the artwork these people have were simply too much to be left ignored.
After much wandering and haggling, the Editor finally decided on one and happily made his payment and went back for a quick shower before dinner.
Flight arrangements were made from Danang to HCM city. The bus route and train route would take more than half a day to reach. I could not bear to sit through 20 odd hours to get my bum to my final stop. The flight is the best option.
So much for now. HCM City, I said I'll be back!
December 07, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Eagle have landed 07 Dec 2006
As the train pulled out of the station, the scenery gave way to vast expanse
of padi fields and plantations.
of padi fields and plantations.
Big and small fields are peppered with grazing cows, cows ploughing the
fields, or simply cows soaking in their own mud pools.
Apart for the padi field scenery, the route took the Editor past some ridges
running along the sea coast and past some cloud-covered mountain ranges.
It was an intriguing sight to travel along the countryside. I truly enjoy
countryside train rides. You never know what you expect.
===
The train ride took a little past eight hours. But the hours were much more
passable, as the seat had more leg room and you could walk around, very much
unlike the bus.
The bus ticket is much more cheaper but does not necessarily mean it is
better. One would end the ride with a more sore bum and back that you wished
once is enough.
Therefore for my return trip to Ho Chi Minh, the thought of surviving a 20
odd hour train ride/ bus ride was definitely unthinkable. The next best
option and most arguable expensive option would be the plane trip.
===
So the train stopped, but in Danang. The train does not make a pit stop in
Hoi An, there is not a station there, Danang is but a short 45 minutes away
by a speeding vehicle.
By late afternoon, I was plonked into a pre-arranged hotel at Hoi An.
After what it seemed like a quick change, I went for my addiction -
caffeine.
The aroma of Viet coffee never fails to stimulate, and I am not talking
about the N-brand we have back home. One must have a good patience to endure
the dripping of the pure coffee taste.
It can be served hot or cold, with sugar or milk. An average cup can come in
the range of 7,000 to 10,000 VD (SGD 0.70 to 1.00)
---
Hoi An - is officially an UNESCO protected site. It is one of the few sites
in Vietnam that come under the umbrella cover of the UN and thus initial impressions have not gone to waste.
Most of the buildings were akin (in architecture) to what we USED to have in
Singapore. Most of the buildings were unaimously splashed with a coat of yellow some long time back and the whole ancient town is in DIRE need of
repair.
The houses were not left in a state of disrepair though. Most of them are
occupied by business and I seriously mean business.
Hoi An being an tourist attraction, its citizens naturally turn to one party
for livelihood - tourists.
Tailoring and cobblers - are naturally the town's two main industries. I am
a witness and can testify to that.
Tailors - big and small, have established themselves literally all over Hoi
An. There is literally no spot in the town where there are no tailors
around. All shops are stacked, with bales and bales of cloth, for men and
ladies.
An suit (jacket and pants) with good material costs only 70 USD. This is a
far cry from what Singapore and HK tailors could match.
Besides tailors, most shops either independently craft shoes out for a
living or they double up as tailors. Whatever you need, what G-brand or
L-brand Fall/ Winter 2006 collection interest you, they have the design.
You only need to put your FOOT down and pay the bill at the end of the day.
This is the Editor signing off from Hoi An.
Little Red Dot Press - Moving on to Hoi An... finally 05 Dec 2006
Durian came and gone, Nha Trang was not on the direct path of the typhoon
but still the torrential rains came belting down throughout the night.
The streets cleared out in anticipation of the typhoon yesterday and the
winds howl endlessly.
A recce of the aftermath this morning showed little damage. The beach was
littered with floating debris washed ashore. The beachside restuarants staff
were back on hand to clean up the sand and what-nots.
The town was relatively unscathered. I saw some damaged wirings and plenty
of fallen leaves. The weather, though cloudy, is peppered with occasional
breaks of sunshine.
Good news awaited me in the morning, the buses on to Hoi An will be resumed
and I shall be moving my butt to the next port-of-call... erm.. destination.
Excuse my use of lingo, professional habit.
---
Food in Vietnam so far is passable. Prices varies. You want a posh condition
setting, you pay higher for the same food you enjoy where most locals enjoy.
Coffee or "cah phe" is served with a miniature drip-down canister. Depending
on coffee black or white, you have sugar/ milk thrown in the cup.
Never a day ha
ve passed without me gulping down 2 cups of coffee. It is too
irresistable to avoid.
Beef noodles or "pho" is served soup mainly. I was once taught how to eat
with a mixture of saltish and spicy sauce.
Prices range from 7000 -10000 VD for a cuppa (0.70 SGD - 1.00 SGD)
"Pho" (not necessarily beef noodles, there are a selection of chicken and
pork) comes in the price range of 15,000 VD to 18,000 VD.
Baguette comes served with a array of servings (egg, vegetable, bacon...etc)
As for the rest of the authentic Viet food, I might have to leave it to my
local guide in HCM to bring me around. Your Editor is never really
particular about food.
Till Hoi An, this is your Editor signing off for today.
but still the torrential rains came belting down throughout the night.
The streets cleared out in anticipation of the typhoon yesterday and the
winds howl endlessly.
A recce of the aftermath this morning showed little damage. The beach was
littered with floating debris washed ashore. The beachside restuarants staff
were back on hand to clean up the sand and what-nots.
The town was relatively unscathered. I saw some damaged wirings and plenty
of fallen leaves. The weather, though cloudy, is peppered with occasional
breaks of sunshine.
Good news awaited me in the morning, the buses on to Hoi An will be resumed
and I shall be moving my butt to the next port-of-call... erm.. destination.
Excuse my use of lingo, professional habit.
---
Food in Vietnam so far is passable. Prices varies. You want a posh condition
setting, you pay higher for the same food you enjoy where most locals enjoy.
Coffee or "cah phe" is served with a miniature drip-down canister. Depending
on coffee black or white, you have sugar/ milk thrown in the cup.
Never a day ha
ve passed without me gulping down 2 cups of coffee. It is tooirresistable to avoid.
Beef noodles or "pho" is served soup mainly. I was once taught how to eat
with a mixture of saltish and spicy sauce.
Prices range from 7000 -10000 VD for a cuppa (0.70 SGD - 1.00 SGD)
"Pho" (not necessarily beef noodles, there are a selection of chicken and
pork) comes in the price range of 15,000 VD to 18,000 VD.
Baguette comes served with a array of servings (egg, vegetable, bacon...etc)
As for the rest of the authentic Viet food, I might have to leave it to my
local guide in HCM to bring me around. Your Editor is never really
particular about food.
Till Hoi An, this is your Editor signing off for today.
December 05, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Shelled by Durian 04 Dec 2006
I give up. This Vietnam trip is totally jinxed. Right from the start, it
seemed nothing have gone right.
With Typhoon Durian approaching within the next few hours (expected landfall
1600-1800), all out-going buses have stopped. There you go. Adieus Hoi An..
Adieus....
Was planning to have at least 3 days in Hoi An, the least, so that I can get
my USD 20 suit done. Looks like I might have to get the same suit done in Ho
Chi Minh. By the way, all of you did not read it wrong. IT IS USD 20 per
suit.
Products here are relatively cheap. Yes bird-style, cheap cheap... Come come
all fellow Singaporeans, fly in and do your shelling.. erm, shopping in
style.
A rough guide for those unaware, I shall list a few of my items which I
picked up over here.
Polo T-shirt (Adidas/ Nike etc)
- First quote 200,000 VD (about 20 SGD)
- Rebuked & counteroffered 100,000 VD
- Requote 150,000 VD
RESULT - no deal.
Another half hour and another shop later, I was quoted
- First quote at 75,000 VD (7.50 SGD)
- Rebuked at 60,000 VD
- Counter quote at 65,000 VD
- Remained payment of 60,000 VD (6.00 SGD)
Salesgirl then did the unthinkable, she slipped her tongue and mentioned
55,000 VD
RESULT - 2 polo shirts bought
And I was thinking, if I had bought earlier, I would be cursing like hell.
Nike cap (Duck-type)
- Quote at 30,000 VD
- Countered at 15,000 VD
- Requote at 25,000 VD
- Stood by 15,000 VD
- Tried another cap at 15,000. I refused. Got onto my bicycle and started
moving away.
- Salesgirl called and agreed at 15,000 VD (1.50 SGD)
So much for my bargaining power.
---
More to come in tomorrow edition. Food Prices.. Stay tuned
seemed nothing have gone right.
With Typhoon Durian approaching within the next few hours (expected landfall
1600-1800), all out-going buses have stopped. There you go. Adieus Hoi An..
Adieus....
Was planning to have at least 3 days in Hoi An, the least, so that I can get
my USD 20 suit done. Looks like I might have to get the same suit done in Ho
Chi Minh. By the way, all of you did not read it wrong. IT IS USD 20 per
suit.
Products here are relatively cheap. Yes bird-style, cheap cheap... Come come
all fellow Singaporeans, fly in and do your shelling.. erm, shopping in
style.
A rough guide for those unaware, I shall list a few of my items which I
picked up over here.
Polo T-shirt (Adidas/ Nike etc)
- First quote 200,000 VD (about 20 SGD)
- Rebuked & counteroffered 100,000 VD
- Requote 150,000 VD
RESULT - no deal.
Another half hour and another shop later, I was quoted
- First quote at 75,000 VD (7.50 SGD)
- Rebuked at 60,000 VD
- Counter quote at 65,000 VD
- Remained payment of 60,000 VD (6.00 SGD)
Salesgirl then did the unthinkable, she slipped her tongue and mentioned
55,000 VD
RESULT - 2 polo shirts bought
And I was thinking, if I had bought earlier, I would be cursing like hell.
Nike cap (Duck-type)
- Quote at 30,000 VD
- Countered at 15,000 VD
- Requote at 25,000 VD
- Stood by 15,000 VD
- Tried another cap at 15,000. I refused. Got onto my bicycle and started
moving away.
- Salesgirl called and agreed at 15,000 VD (1.50 SGD)
So much for my bargaining power.
---
More to come in tomorrow edition. Food Prices.. Stay tuned
Little Red Dot Press - Tanned and Beached 03 Dec 2006
The Editor took a little more snooze than expected. Gone was the chance for
a early sunrise shoot by the beach.
Anyway, plenty of more chances to come by the following day.
---
After the customary French loaf and Vietnamese coffee, the Editor took up
his pad and his postion by the beach. Under the shade of the coconut trees
and the onslaught of fresh sea breeze, the pen went tirelessly on and on.
Time seem to come to a halt in this part of the country. Five to six hours
later, the Editor was still very much scribbling. There were intermediate
pauses for some reading but it seemed such a long time.
So I managed to achieve a great tan, in the sun scooting around yesterday
and as well cycling around the town. And for the record, I have already lost
count how many times I have been spoken to, in Vietnamese.
What alll the people who spoke to me got a very BLANK look, I might have a
steep learning curve when it comes to language. But if the expectation for
me to listen, speak fluently within 2-3 days of arrival is a MISSION
IMPOSSIBLE.
And again for the record, I have carved up a list of mistaken identities
since my sailing days.
I was mistaken for a
- Japanese when in Innoshima dockyards
- Southern Mainland Chinese when in Dalian shipyard
- Thai when backpacking through Thailand
- Indonesian when having a meal in Tanjong Priok, Jakarta
- Filippino in many parts of Australia and other parts of the world
- Korean when vessel called in Yosu, S.Korea
and latest addition, a Viet
There you have it, I have been assumed most of the Asian identities. Perhaps
I should try applying for CIA or MI6 as their Asian operative. I could pass
off easily as the next undercover agent. *Bong... James Bong...* Worth
considering.
---
It was only nightfall when I got the news. News of the impeding Typhoon
Durian. What luck I have.
First was the overlooked passport, then the bus breakdown, and now TYPHOON!
Hoi An - the next stop seems like a mirage now... Schedule would be severly
delayed. Wonder if the buses still run tomorrow. Let us hope for the best.
Till tomorrow. Stay tuned
a early sunrise shoot by the beach.
Anyway, plenty of more chances to come by the following day.
---
After the customary French loaf and Vietnamese coffee, the Editor took up
his pad and his postion by the beach. Under the shade of the coconut trees
and the onslaught of fresh sea breeze, the pen went tirelessly on and on.
Time seem to come to a halt in this part of the country. Five to six hours
later, the Editor was still very much scribbling. There were intermediate
pauses for some reading but it seemed such a long time.
So I managed to achieve a great tan, in the sun scooting around yesterday
and as well cycling around the town. And for the record, I have already lost
count how many times I have been spoken to, in Vietnamese.
What alll the people who spoke to me got a very BLANK look, I might have a
steep learning curve when it comes to language. But if the expectation for
me to listen, speak fluently within 2-3 days of arrival is a MISSION
IMPOSSIBLE.
And again for the record, I have carved up a list of mistaken identities
since my sailing days.
I was mistaken for a
- Japanese when in Innoshima dockyards
- Southern Mainland Chinese when in Dalian shipyard
- Thai when backpacking through Thailand
- Indonesian when having a meal in Tanjong Priok, Jakarta
- Filippino in many parts of Australia and other parts of the world
- Korean when vessel called in Yosu, S.Korea
and latest addition, a Viet
There you have it, I have been assumed most of the Asian identities. Perhaps
I should try applying for CIA or MI6 as their Asian operative. I could pass
off easily as the next undercover agent. *Bong... James Bong...* Worth
considering.
---
It was only nightfall when I got the news. News of the impeding Typhoon
Durian. What luck I have.
First was the overlooked passport, then the bus breakdown, and now TYPHOON!
Hoi An - the next stop seems like a mirage now... Schedule would be severly
delayed. Wonder if the buses still run tomorrow. Let us hope for the best.
Till tomorrow. Stay tuned
Little Red Dot Press - Nha Trang 02 Dec 2006
After a wasted day in HCM City, the Editor was finally on the move again.
But not for long, he have the slightest doubt that the whole journey is
jinxed.
The night bus broke down shortly two hours after departing. The drivers
hastily opened up the battery compartment and tried their Ali-Baba rescue
method.
Without a proper torch in hand, I gladly lent them my portable LED torch.
They went on to figure out what could be done. Soon, one and another sister
buses came along.
There we had, 6 drivers trying all stunts of disconnecting the wirings,
rejoining them etc made my eyes roll up.
Sparks flew and I meant real sparks flew, I saw how they were trying to
salvage the situation and that they were even bold enough to re-wiring the
whole circuitry, trial and errof of course. I am no technical man and this
is the time that I wished my ex-company Superintendent is around.
Two hours and 6 exasperated drivers later, a relief bus came. *Cheers* And
the whole busload of Viets and myself found ourselves drifting off to sleep
soon.
Given the same situation with a same busload of Singaporeans, I fear the
worse.
"GO BACK MUST COMPLAIN!!"
" Wah lau make us wait so long!"
"Dont know what they are doing!"
would be some of the typical comments that could be expected.
Though I dont understand much of what they were talking about, they were
still rather cool about the situation. Very probably, it could be that this
is not the first time such breakdowns happen.
---
Dawn breaks early in Vietnam, probably they are in a time zone GMT+7. The
serene scenery which adorns the road trip during those brief moments of
sunrise was amazing. The bus passed through fields of salt pools where the
morning sun, in a slight lavenderish tint sky, shone its feeble rays.
Soon these scenes gave way to children peddling their bicycles to school. I
noticed some schools require their girls to wear the traditional Ao Dai,
which is an absolute piece of art, and I MEAN the dress!
But not for long, he have the slightest doubt that the whole journey is
jinxed.
The night bus broke down shortly two hours after departing. The drivers
hastily opened up the battery compartment and tried their Ali-Baba rescue
method.
Without a proper torch in hand, I gladly lent them my portable LED torch.
They went on to figure out what could be done. Soon, one and another sister
buses came along.
There we had, 6 drivers trying all stunts of disconnecting the wirings,
rejoining them etc made my eyes roll up.
Sparks flew and I meant real sparks flew, I saw how they were trying to
salvage the situation and that they were even bold enough to re-wiring the
whole circuitry, trial and errof of course. I am no technical man and this
is the time that I wished my ex-company Superintendent is around.
Two hours and 6 exasperated drivers later, a relief bus came. *Cheers* And
the whole busload of Viets and myself found ourselves drifting off to sleep
soon.
Given the same situation with a same busload of Singaporeans, I fear the
worse.
"GO BACK MUST COMPLAIN!!"
" Wah lau make us wait so long!"
"Dont know what they are doing!"
would be some of the typical comments that could be expected.
Though I dont understand much of what they were talking about, they were
still rather cool about the situation. Very probably, it could be that this
is not the first time such breakdowns happen.
---
Dawn breaks early in Vietnam, probably they are in a time zone GMT+7. The
serene scenery which adorns the road trip during those brief moments of
sunrise was amazing. The bus passed through fields of salt pools where the
morning sun, in a slight lavenderish tint sky, shone its feeble rays.
Soon these scenes gave way to children peddling their bicycles to school. I
noticed some schools require their girls to wear the traditional Ao Dai,
which is an absolute piece of art, and I MEAN the dress!
Come 0630 am and the bus finally pulled up to a stop.
---
Nha Trang - a quaint seaside town, with a mix of what Phuket and Krabi is.
A more developed market for island hopping, snorkelling and diving. The
beach is much more pristine than what I have seen in Vung Tau with slightly
more crowd.
For beach lovers, this is the place. The beach seems to stretch for miles.
The sea breeze is so much better, partly of the NE Monsoon. The waves come
crashing down with such force and you would be longing to stay around for
days.
Surfers, sun lovers would fall in love with this place.
Food is relatively reasonable, with many catering to the ang mo crowd, it is
still possible to find local eateries with the same food, at a much lower
price.
Grilled fish/ shrimps/ crabs are the highlight of the day, that is if you
are not allergic to shells. The local dip the fish in a special sauce, which
taste like a mixture of vinegar and pepper. EXCELLENT!
---
Nha Trang have its fair share of sights. With my butt on a rented motorbike,
I scooted around north and south of the town, snapping pictures along the
way.
For trigger-happy photographers, my advice is to head out and into the
smaller alleyways that you see. There are often alot of opportunities that
you see how the Viets behave when tourists are not around.
For those unaware, not all Viet gals wear ao dai everyday! It seems they are
usually in their jeans and t-shirts. Come night time, everything takes a
180-degree turn.
Many of the womenfolk tend to stick with their auntie-ish pyjamas. If you
are totally clueless, go to your neighbourhood market in the morning and you
see what I mean by auntie-ish pyjamas.
And one more thing, do not ask if I have seen pretty girls around. As the
rule of nature dictates, the pretty ones are long gone by the time I am
here. Most would be in other establishments than stay here in a small
seaside town. Am I right?
The day took a drag on the weary body. I hit the snooze button as soon as I
hit the bed. Afterall, sleeping on a moving bus HAS never been comfortable.
*snores*
---
Nha Trang - a quaint seaside town, with a mix of what Phuket and Krabi is.
A more developed market for island hopping, snorkelling and diving. The
beach is much more pristine than what I have seen in Vung Tau with slightly
more crowd.
For beach lovers, this is the place. The beach seems to stretch for miles.
The sea breeze is so much better, partly of the NE Monsoon. The waves come
crashing down with such force and you would be longing to stay around for
days.
Surfers, sun lovers would fall in love with this place.
Food is relatively reasonable, with many catering to the ang mo crowd, it is
still possible to find local eateries with the same food, at a much lower
price.
Grilled fish/ shrimps/ crabs are the highlight of the day, that is if you
are not allergic to shells. The local dip the fish in a special sauce, which
taste like a mixture of vinegar and pepper. EXCELLENT!
---
Nha Trang have its fair share of sights. With my butt on a rented motorbike,
I scooted around north and south of the town, snapping pictures along the
way.
For trigger-happy photographers, my advice is to head out and into the
smaller alleyways that you see. There are often alot of opportunities that
you see how the Viets behave when tourists are not around.
For those unaware, not all Viet gals wear ao dai everyday! It seems they are
usually in their jeans and t-shirts. Come night time, everything takes a
180-degree turn.
Many of the womenfolk tend to stick with their auntie-ish pyjamas. If you
are totally clueless, go to your neighbourhood market in the morning and you
see what I mean by auntie-ish pyjamas.
And one more thing, do not ask if I have seen pretty girls around. As the
rule of nature dictates, the pretty ones are long gone by the time I am
here. Most would be in other establishments than stay here in a small
seaside town. Am I right?
The day took a drag on the weary body. I hit the snooze button as soon as I
hit the bed. Afterall, sleeping on a moving bus HAS never been comfortable.
*snores*
December 01, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Screwed up Friday 01 Dec 2006
The once-efficient Editor made an arse of himself. Really.
Imagine of all documents, he have chosen *well.. absent-mindedly* to leave behind his PASSPORT with the hotel. Hotels require guest to deposit their passport behind. *!@#$% regulation... never had to do this all over Asia* The receptionist also forgotten to hand it back *grumbles*
Anyway, reached my destination and had to do an about-turn. YES, BELAKANG PU-SING! *more grumbling*
So came back to HCM and made another round of arrangements, this time to Nha Trang. Was suppose to be in the breezy beach of Vung Tau by now... *more grumbles !@$!@#$ * Argh!
Seems like Vung Tau was not meant to be. *Quaint little place, totally void of people..erm.. beach-goers*
Will be leaving on the 2000 hr bus to Nha Trang, where I should stay and BEACHED myself, have a tan, swim, whatever for the next couple of days before my last stop, Hoi An.
===
Last round of Ho Chi Minh brought some pictures. Wandered into the smaller alleys and found a cottage industry of ladies in auntie-ish pyjamas sewing away.
Imagine of all documents, he have chosen *well.. absent-mindedly* to leave behind his PASSPORT with the hotel. Hotels require guest to deposit their passport behind. *!@#$% regulation... never had to do this all over Asia* The receptionist also forgotten to hand it back *grumbles*
Anyway, reached my destination and had to do an about-turn. YES, BELAKANG PU-SING! *more grumbling*
So came back to HCM and made another round of arrangements, this time to Nha Trang. Was suppose to be in the breezy beach of Vung Tau by now... *more grumbles !@$!@#$ * Argh!
Seems like Vung Tau was not meant to be. *Quaint little place, totally void of people..erm.. beach-goers*
Will be leaving on the 2000 hr bus to Nha Trang, where I should stay and BEACHED myself, have a tan, swim, whatever for the next couple of days before my last stop, Hoi An.
===
Last round of Ho Chi Minh brought some pictures. Wandered into the smaller alleys and found a cottage industry of ladies in auntie-ish pyjamas sewing away.
Also managed to catch some stall-owners whipping up a storm in the alleyways. As the Editor is quite health-conscious, the palates were left untasted.
More to come, details of what the editor had left out on Day 1 of HCM.
The Reunification Palace - though described as VERY boring, does have its points of attraction, if any of the following DOES attract you.
- Map room of the last President
- War Room of the last President
- An underground tour of the rooms filled with antique radio sets (any SAF Signallers interested?) and maps, overlays (I was intelligence-trained, the overlays did arouse a slight interest but it nevertheless fizzled out)
- Meeting room for the cabinent ministers
- Sleeping quarters of the President
- Gambling room of the President
- Reception Room of the First Lady etc etc
Any Takers? The guided tour takes about an hour. I cut myself short, finished it in 30 mins.
Central Square - an oversight and left out yesterday
The statue of Ho Chi Minh with a child is made famous. Against the backdrop of the municipal building, the statue and building looks fantastic when endowed with the night lights (It does look nice on the postcard though)
Rex Hotel - next to the Central Square
A relic of the French and hosted quite a fair share of guest since its heydays. According to my motorist, it is still very expensive these days.
Botanical Gardens and Zoo
One might wonder what in the world the Editor was doing in the Botanical Gardens.
Anyway, the place is a great retreat from the scorching heat that bore endlessly on the people, motorists of HCM.
And it is also the green lung of the city. With the endless horde of motorists on their hondas, tooting away, they might as well form up to being the 3rd Div Motorist Calvary. Regardless male or female, everyone seems to scrambling from place to place on their Hondas.
Asthma-patients be warned! The amount of exhaust spewing out from these motorbikes might cause an attack anytime!
Every owner are usually armed up a mask (which I, a paramedic, knows this is a rather redundant means of filtering) and long gloves (for ladies) to shield themselves of the hot sun bearing down on them. I guess I better have my lungs X-rayed when back in SG *cough cough*
One very interesting feature along the backpackers' zone: You might find cyclists going around shaking a bunch of coins. From my recce sources, these people are actually touts for massages! No wonder I do not see any palours around as compared to Thailand. Rather discreet over here.
Very innovative. I failed to realise this when I first saw them, but then again, spekaing in English - a foreign tongue - would give me away immediately.
I recognise one-two of them now, I had a long walk around the neighbourhood and had formed the general picture where the *ahem* massages would take place.
So much for today. More to come tomorrow! Stay Tuned.
November 30, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - in Uncle Ho's homeland 30 Nov 2006
This is your editor reporting from somewhere in the backpacker's area in Ho Chi Minh.
Around me are plenty of muzik, booze and most importantly... the local girls.
So far from scanning the pictures I have taken so far..I am guilty to say, I have not have a picture to show of the Viet gal in her ao dai, the traditional dress yet
Schedule done so far.
1) Reunification Palace : an extremely boring part of the itinerary, suggest further visitors to Ho Chi Minh City - SKIP this place.
2) Cholon and Ben Thanh Market : A must-stop place, a place where time have stopped, a time of far gone eras, where you still can see fish being dried out in the sun, bric-bacs being sold, common household utensils and a long-running list of items too much to mention here.
3) Notre Dame Catherdral : Good only for photo shoots and staunch Christians. The architecture takes after those in Europe but probably the lack of interest of workers then seems to be very vibrant in the sparsely decked church.
An uncommon item though, are neon lights depicting 'Ave Maria' etc ornate the figurines of saints and heavenly figures.
4) The Post Office : a cool place where business and tourism go hand in hand. The central area is mainly for incoming tourists going for the bird-like shopping spree. *cheap cheap*
Ordaining the walls on both sides are murals of Vietnam maps in post-gone eras. Uncle Ho's picture sits right in the centre welcoming all visitors with his familiar smile. 
Around me are plenty of muzik, booze and most importantly... the local girls.
So far from scanning the pictures I have taken so far..I am guilty to say, I have not have a picture to show of the Viet gal in her ao dai, the traditional dress yet
Schedule done so far.
1) Reunification Palace : an extremely boring part of the itinerary, suggest further visitors to Ho Chi Minh City - SKIP this place.
2) Cholon and Ben Thanh Market : A must-stop place, a place where time have stopped, a time of far gone eras, where you still can see fish being dried out in the sun, bric-bacs being sold, common household utensils and a long-running list of items too much to mention here.
3) Notre Dame Catherdral : Good only for photo shoots and staunch Christians. The architecture takes after those in Europe but probably the lack of interest of workers then seems to be very vibrant in the sparsely decked church.
An uncommon item though, are neon lights depicting 'Ave Maria' etc ornate the figurines of saints and heavenly figures.
4) The Post Office : a cool place where business and tourism go hand in hand. The central area is mainly for incoming tourists going for the bird-like shopping spree. *cheap cheap*
Ordaining the walls on both sides are murals of Vietnam maps in post-gone eras. Uncle Ho's picture sits right in the centre welcoming all visitors with his familiar smile.
So much for my edition today, feeling under the sun as I was ferried by a well-mannered motorcyclist who took me around for a fee. Where is my LEMONADE!!!
November 13, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Rich, Single and unwanted... Part 2 12 Nov 2006
From 0 to 40... and I are not talking about some fanciful car for the record and that is within a week.
I am referring to the number of interested parties who approached / sought out the available lass I mentioned in the previous mail.
I do have recollection of those days where Lian Ho Wan Bao and Xin Min fought to attract news by regular match-making (slyly diguised) and there were hordes of eligible men clamouring to meet them.
*Wonder how they are doing now... none of my business anyway*
The media promotion have indeed 'flushed' out the eligible bachelors for herself. Hmm, what if the papers take on candidates like me? *Hint Hint*
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Previously the media have played host to many other 'ill-fated' personalities such as the above mentioned.
And the feedback have often overwhelmed the media station. The question here is... these sensational personalities, are but a drop in the big ocean. People like fresh news; old and those expired candidates and even worse, left on the shelf are quickly forgetten.
Who knows in a year's time, this lady and her romance would be stale news. No one will be interested by then.
So eligible gals and guys, what are you waiting for! Send in your 4R size photos in with your complete background and expectations! This is a chance not to be missed!
I am referring to the number of interested parties who approached / sought out the available lass I mentioned in the previous mail.
I do have recollection of those days where Lian Ho Wan Bao and Xin Min fought to attract news by regular match-making (slyly diguised) and there were hordes of eligible men clamouring to meet them.
*Wonder how they are doing now... none of my business anyway*
The media promotion have indeed 'flushed' out the eligible bachelors for herself. Hmm, what if the papers take on candidates like me? *Hint Hint*
====
Previously the media have played host to many other 'ill-fated' personalities such as the above mentioned.
And the feedback have often overwhelmed the media station. The question here is... these sensational personalities, are but a drop in the big ocean. People like fresh news; old and those expired candidates and even worse, left on the shelf are quickly forgetten.
Who knows in a year's time, this lady and her romance would be stale news. No one will be interested by then.
So eligible gals and guys, what are you waiting for! Send in your 4R size photos in with your complete background and expectations! This is a chance not to be missed!
November 10, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Rich, Single and unwanted...
The Sunday Times bug have struck again. Fodder for gossip!
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Today, a rich, attractive, 42 year old lady play coy for the camera. The article? Rich, attractive and single.
That is the key word - Single, or Singlehood.
The leading lady here, lamented how hard it is to find a mate, even harder to find a date, after her 13-year relationship soured.
In her most lonely nights, she even resorted to call her ex-husband out for a date, a movie. But got the cold splash of reality poured onto her.
===
A real serious QUESTION - Is it really that hard to get a date in Singapore?
Or is singlehood now, is becoming the 'healthier' choice among Singaporeans?
The daily grindings of work leave most of the middle-income group breathless after one day. According to sources, there are some CBD-ians (office-going staff working in CBD) stay as late as 2-3 am before heading home and returning to work by 8 to 9 am in the morning.
Looking at a another perspective, could it be the rat race; the pursuit, the dream of a luxurious life be the cause of all these relationship problems?
In retrospect, the older generation had less problems than us, though they faced more physically challenges in life.
I must agree, that life was much simpler for them, be it simple porridge and salted fish or salted eggs for the matter, or a strawbed for the night's rest.
Given the disparity in life, I ponder, does the pursuit of a luxurious lifestyle have to be tied with the notion of big condos, fanciful cars, famous (and not to mention, expensive) handbags?
OR a more fufilling life, filled with less worries, more time to smell the flowers, listen to the birds sing or even chase after the butterflies (which are a rarity nowadays, ironic to say despite being in a GARDEN City)
So question for the weekend: Is the lifestyle we are adopting killing us slowly?
So much for the Little Red Dot Press, after a long absence.
===
Today, a rich, attractive, 42 year old lady play coy for the camera. The article? Rich, attractive and single.
That is the key word - Single, or Singlehood.
The leading lady here, lamented how hard it is to find a mate, even harder to find a date, after her 13-year relationship soured.
In her most lonely nights, she even resorted to call her ex-husband out for a date, a movie. But got the cold splash of reality poured onto her.
===
A real serious QUESTION - Is it really that hard to get a date in Singapore?
Or is singlehood now, is becoming the 'healthier' choice among Singaporeans?
The daily grindings of work leave most of the middle-income group breathless after one day. According to sources, there are some CBD-ians (office-going staff working in CBD) stay as late as 2-3 am before heading home and returning to work by 8 to 9 am in the morning.
Looking at a another perspective, could it be the rat race; the pursuit, the dream of a luxurious life be the cause of all these relationship problems?
In retrospect, the older generation had less problems than us, though they faced more physically challenges in life.
I must agree, that life was much simpler for them, be it simple porridge and salted fish or salted eggs for the matter, or a strawbed for the night's rest.
Given the disparity in life, I ponder, does the pursuit of a luxurious lifestyle have to be tied with the notion of big condos, fanciful cars, famous (and not to mention, expensive) handbags?
OR a more fufilling life, filled with less worries, more time to smell the flowers, listen to the birds sing or even chase after the butterflies (which are a rarity nowadays, ironic to say despite being in a GARDEN City)
So question for the weekend: Is the lifestyle we are adopting killing us slowly?
So much for the Little Red Dot Press, after a long absence.
October 15, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Chirp, Chirp (Cheap Cheap) 15 Oct 2006 Edition
The Editor have not gone to the birds yet... for now.
I am referring to the special report on SGeans couples flocking over across to the causeway to take up the generous spread of cheap offers of bridal packages.
Yes, it is well-known that SGeans flock over for many cheap thrills in Johor. Food, seafood, shopping, bootleg DVDs etc etc
A bridal package in Johor would only cost you RM 3,888 ( SGD 1,743 @ 2.23 exchange rate), however in SG, the similiar package would set a hole in your pocket by SGD 3,388 (RM 7555) *whistles*
Besides having an outdoor shoot with the whole entourage of cameramen, makeup artist etc and a distinctly different setting, the couple would be beaming with pride that they got a better offer, rather then be seen in the same backdrop of the Merlion, Sentosa and the usual hotspots of shots in SG *yawnz*
Desaru, Kuching, Pangkor... are but some of the places these couples opt to head for. To tie it in as a pre-honeymoon concept, it is not a bad idea afterall.
Back home, critics lambast that the stores across are using off-the rack gowns where-else they provide niche high-class quality gowns that often come with a rocket-high pricetag attached.
So the summary is that no matter how inexpensive the package might be, it is the service that counts eventually.
From personal experience with shops in Johor, I have more friendly sales staff who remember me after a long absence. Further more, it is the COUPLE who is paying the bills, so long they feel satisfied with the service they are getting, who cares?!
Why end up with a hefty bill to pay after the whirlwind dramatic display for people not really involved in the marriage of two?
This is your Editor, signing off for today on a lazy sunday. Till next time.
I am referring to the special report on SGeans couples flocking over across to the causeway to take up the generous spread of cheap offers of bridal packages.
Yes, it is well-known that SGeans flock over for many cheap thrills in Johor. Food, seafood, shopping, bootleg DVDs etc etc
A bridal package in Johor would only cost you RM 3,888 ( SGD 1,743 @ 2.23 exchange rate), however in SG, the similiar package would set a hole in your pocket by SGD 3,388 (RM 7555) *whistles*
Besides having an outdoor shoot with the whole entourage of cameramen, makeup artist etc and a distinctly different setting, the couple would be beaming with pride that they got a better offer, rather then be seen in the same backdrop of the Merlion, Sentosa and the usual hotspots of shots in SG *yawnz*
Desaru, Kuching, Pangkor... are but some of the places these couples opt to head for. To tie it in as a pre-honeymoon concept, it is not a bad idea afterall.
Back home, critics lambast that the stores across are using off-the rack gowns where-else they provide niche high-class quality gowns that often come with a rocket-high pricetag attached.
So the summary is that no matter how inexpensive the package might be, it is the service that counts eventually.
From personal experience with shops in Johor, I have more friendly sales staff who remember me after a long absence. Further more, it is the COUPLE who is paying the bills, so long they feel satisfied with the service they are getting, who cares?!
Why end up with a hefty bill to pay after the whirlwind dramatic display for people not really involved in the marriage of two?
This is your Editor, signing off for today on a lazy sunday. Till next time.
Little Red Dot Press - News article interview (post dated 28 Sep)
In a somewhat forgotten posting, the Editor have spoken off being interviewed for an article in the local papers.
"Few takers, despite a sea of opportunities" - Goh Chin Lian
It basically touched on the various reasons why there are so few locals in this niche trade. Despite the various opportunities that are widely available, the uptake is far much disappointing than the personnel exiting.
And to substain the level of interest is even more ardous, considering the more enticing opportunities and monetary rewards for the more daring entrepreneurs.
A professional is what you will become in this specialised industry. As an officer, you rise from the ranks to become part of the management. The vessel itself is a entity, which is intertwined with a larger network of chain of commands in place. Indeed, it takes a lot of determination and will-power to survive those days at sea. Had I not have a sense of self-humour, I would have left the great expanses of the sea long ago. It was a long road that I took, and I lived to see the daylights...
"Few takers, despite a sea of opportunities" - Goh Chin Lian
It basically touched on the various reasons why there are so few locals in this niche trade. Despite the various opportunities that are widely available, the uptake is far much disappointing than the personnel exiting.
And to substain the level of interest is even more ardous, considering the more enticing opportunities and monetary rewards for the more daring entrepreneurs.
A professional is what you will become in this specialised industry. As an officer, you rise from the ranks to become part of the management. The vessel itself is a entity, which is intertwined with a larger network of chain of commands in place. Indeed, it takes a lot of determination and will-power to survive those days at sea. Had I not have a sense of self-humour, I would have left the great expanses of the sea long ago. It was a long road that I took, and I lived to see the daylights...
The sea is a friend in days of calm and yet a force to reckon with at her best outburst. I survived a few close calls but the most memorable of all, would be last year's Super Typhoon HaiTang 海棠
The days come and go, eventually, it is how you live it to its destination.This is your Editor signing off. Until next time.
October 01, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - SG gals...Hot brides NOT 01 Oct 06
A catchy topic for a Sunday lazy reading, was an article which tried to indulge in a mine-ridden and sensitive area."Why foreign brides are hot...while local brides are not"
At best, the dear reporter akin to an anatomy teacher tried his best, but came up short. The same reporter who interview me (much more in another feature) regurgitated nothing new (really.. except for some new batches of facts and figures) and ended up with a superficial piece of work which could be mistaken for a piece of homework thrown up hastily to a teacher standing akimbo.
A rising trend, as reported why more men are getting foreign brides, and these are men with higher educational standards.
From the Venus' point of view, the delay in marriage comes at the price of higher overseas education and working opportunities.
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Men stated 'of the seven men who spoke to the Sunday Times... four said they preferred foreign women because they WOULD be more demure and accomodating.'
A sociologist said 'You no longer have to marry an ATM. You want value-added: romantic love, companionship, social and emotional support'
Judging from the myrid of reasons thrown up, it is clearly seen that Asian men here are still pre-dominant male-chauvinistic
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It is unforgiving to say all men are MCPs, but perhaps the way men look for their next better half, could start with the mothers of the men, or their fathers whichever applicable.
I have once read somewhere (source unknown) that mothers subconsciously shape the way men look out for their next better half.
For example, if the mother of Man A helps to pick up after him, in terms of his daily living, hence forth, would Man A look for
1) an independent, highly successful career worman
2) an average working woman who enjoys unwinding with friends and have a mother similiar to Man A
3) a similiar woman mentioned in (2) but is fiercely independent
This is merely a hypothetical example, for the sake of argument.
===
The conclusion for this issue is useless. Demographic-wise, it serves as a base for future studies in sociology.
Relationship, by itself is an enigma to begin with.
What is more that, we are discussing about marriage. It is even more puzzling. Well, what do they say... Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus...
This is your Editor signing off.
September 22, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Reflection Mode 21 Sep 2006
To all dear readers of Little Red Dot Press, please be informed that the Editor is taking some time to consolidate his writing skills (whish wiss bery pa-teh-tick lately)
Ironically, the creation of the Editor's alternate showcase of his literary flair is to be seen at
The Tao of Wind (www.tao-of-wind.blogspot.com)
Although it is a bit bare at the moment, the Editor promises more goodies to come eventually.
Besides, with his time really tied up and the nightly sessions is indeed taking a toll on the pig-like Editor, who have apparently seemed nonchalent of his alarm clocks blaring away in the moment.
Thus said, the Editor wishes all readers many joyful days ahead. Keep an eye out for the revamp Little Red Dot Press
Ironically, the creation of the Editor's alternate showcase of his literary flair is to be seen at
The Tao of Wind (www.tao-of-wind.blogspot.com)
Although it is a bit bare at the moment, the Editor promises more goodies to come eventually.
Besides, with his time really tied up and the nightly sessions is indeed taking a toll on the pig-like Editor, who have apparently seemed nonchalent of his alarm clocks blaring away in the moment.
Thus said, the Editor wishes all readers many joyful days ahead. Keep an eye out for the revamp Little Red Dot Press
September 19, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Selamat Malam, Konbawa 19 Sep 2006
The language bug have bitten not once, but twice. The Editor is down with the fever coping up with the language melody running through his head.
Satu, Dua, Tiga.. Ichi Ni San and the works.
The Editor have been up to his neck with work, driving lessons and the usual visits to the foster home.
The little rascal have dominated the foster mum's bed, making him the effective and free bed warmer. Of course, there were the usual complains of him beating up other unsuspecting felines and sporting the innocent no-i-did-not-start-it look onto you thereafter.
The days of calling him 'pork ribs' do injustice to the name. He have put on that much weight that he sports a flabby paunch that swings around when he strides around.
In time to come, at this rate he is eating, this fella would outgrow the current heavyweights around, Snowy aka Samo Hung
Satu, Dua, Tiga.. Ichi Ni San and the works.
The Editor have been up to his neck with work, driving lessons and the usual visits to the foster home.
The little rascal have dominated the foster mum's bed, making him the effective and free bed warmer. Of course, there were the usual complains of him beating up other unsuspecting felines and sporting the innocent no-i-did-not-start-it look onto you thereafter.
The days of calling him 'pork ribs' do injustice to the name. He have put on that much weight that he sports a flabby paunch that swings around when he strides around.
In time to come, at this rate he is eating, this fella would outgrow the current heavyweights around, Snowy aka Samo Hung
September 05, 2006
点滴 - 盲 04 Sep 2006
September 04, 2006
点滴 - 无奈， 知 03 Sep 2006
“在错误的时间遇到对的人，是种无奈" - 几米
有很多时候，
面对选择的那一刻，
往往都作不了决定，
犹豫不决。
那份挣扎，
那份无奈，
那份心酸，
不知 -
哪天哪月哪年，
那份牵挂，
才能彻底放下，
才会清醒，
不再
沉醉。
有很多时候，
面对选择的那一刻，
往往都作不了决定，
犹豫不决。
那份挣扎，
那份无奈，
那份心酸，
一点,
一滴，
就好像苦酒
下喉 .
明知 -
往事已告一段落，
但自己那关始终
越不过
想知 -
她还过得好吗？
也许这都与我无关，
她也未必
在乎.
可知 -
幸福只在一念之差，
偏偏心。。。
牵挂还在回忆中
徘徊
一滴，
就好像苦酒
下喉 .
明知 -
往事已告一段落，
但自己那关始终
越不过
想知 -
她还过得好吗？
也许这都与我无关，
她也未必
在乎.
可知 -
幸福只在一念之差，
偏偏心。。。
牵挂还在回忆中
徘徊
不知 -
哪天哪月哪年，
那份牵挂，
才能彻底放下，
才会清醒，
不再
沉醉。
August 26, 2006
小红点 - "I swallow" and FUNtastic Singapore 25 August 2006
A recent advertisement brought up the media furore or shall I speak, the conservatives furore in the papers.
The words used when put aside the veteran actress gave these conservatives a run for their imagination. Surely it have made its point, it made the impact it should: by drawing readers to find out what the whole hoo-haa was about. (which was some health product anyway, and the actress was trying to say, she SWALLOWED the pills, which was not misleading in anyway. It is all the fault of those ultra-conservatives)
It reminds of the portion which I read in a local writing: the government official said that the government is willing to include fun.
Of all things, you might think this editior here is an anti-government, anti-social human being whose ancestors were formerly climbing trees or picking fleas out of each other. Well, very much to say, I am not. Neither do I profess to be one either. I probably end in the grey sector which lies somewhere... in the twilight zone (sounds familiar?)
Anyway, Singapore is on its way to being the vibrant, FUN city to be in. Forget about the night life of Hong Kong, forget the transvestites of Bangkok, you can have FUN here in Singapore. How much fun, well... we DO have the Crazy Horse, although I beg to differ that the caberet dancers are crazy in the first place to do or even contemplate horse-dancing. We will have a much holier than thou place after Joo Chia, Geylang is swept clean... if you ever get what I mean. Then we can have "fun" in the upcoming tablets soon-to-be-erected presiding over Marina Bay. But I would assume losing a major proportion of your salary into the coffers of the operator would not be that FUN anymore.
If you run out of money, it is perfectly all right. You could even do a bungee jump (caution: equipment not included. ) off the Shears Bridge thereafter. Feel the water coming close to your face at the speed of a bullet, if you ever survive, would outbeat any category of fun anywhere.
Think about it, Singapore will be a FUN city afterall!
The words used when put aside the veteran actress gave these conservatives a run for their imagination. Surely it have made its point, it made the impact it should: by drawing readers to find out what the whole hoo-haa was about. (which was some health product anyway, and the actress was trying to say, she SWALLOWED the pills, which was not misleading in anyway. It is all the fault of those ultra-conservatives)
It reminds of the portion which I read in a local writing: the government official said that the government is willing to include fun.
Of all things, you might think this editior here is an anti-government, anti-social human being whose ancestors were formerly climbing trees or picking fleas out of each other. Well, very much to say, I am not. Neither do I profess to be one either. I probably end in the grey sector which lies somewhere... in the twilight zone (sounds familiar?)
Anyway, Singapore is on its way to being the vibrant, FUN city to be in. Forget about the night life of Hong Kong, forget the transvestites of Bangkok, you can have FUN here in Singapore. How much fun, well... we DO have the Crazy Horse, although I beg to differ that the caberet dancers are crazy in the first place to do or even contemplate horse-dancing. We will have a much holier than thou place after Joo Chia, Geylang is swept clean... if you ever get what I mean. Then we can have "fun" in the upcoming tablets soon-to-be-erected presiding over Marina Bay. But I would assume losing a major proportion of your salary into the coffers of the operator would not be that FUN anymore.
If you run out of money, it is perfectly all right. You could even do a bungee jump (caution: equipment not included. ) off the Shears Bridge thereafter. Feel the water coming close to your face at the speed of a bullet, if you ever survive, would outbeat any category of fun anywhere.
Think about it, Singapore will be a FUN city afterall!
August 13, 2006
点滴 - 放下 12 August 2006
放下， 似乎是很容易做到的一件事。扛累了，总会放下包袱休息一会儿， 非常自然。 然而，在生活上，你我无时无刻不在背着无形的包袱，许多时候再累了也不舍得放下。美走一段路，还得不断地往背上添。有些是不由自主出於无奈的，有些是为了自己无止境的欲望而扛上。结果，一路走来， 担子越来越重，渐渐地你我都被岁月累积的重担饱受摧残与煎熬，已不再像小时候那般无忧无虑了。
置身在寂寞繁华的都市里，总想找个累了能把头靠在他肩膀上， 碰到烦恼能向他倾诉的人。然而一旦对他人有了情感的依赖，心情仿佛被他掌握，不再像从前那样我行我素，潇潇洒洒。即使他令你伤心，你还是宁愿紧紧捉着不放。也不知到底想挽留的是什么，就是觉得没有他仿佛是世界末日，开心不起来。结果，当初百般渴望的感情寄托，变成了一种放不下的包袱。一瞬间的大悟之后，才恍然发觉自己当初在寻找的竟然是一种束缚，一个人把自己关起来的鸟笼。。。
其实每一次的失败，每一个绊脚石，都是卸下包袱的好时机，就看你怎么看待。重整行装再轻装上路，活得更轻松自在。少了一些束缚，就能飞得更远。到时，梦想也不是那么遥不可及了。一切有始必有终， 这是不灭的法则，该放下时切放下。玩累了就睡，哭过就算了，三岁小孩都懂，我们这些大人们， 却紧紧捉住不放，有时真的比小孩还不如。- 原著 杨美凤
置身在寂寞繁华的都市里，总想找个累了能把头靠在他肩膀上， 碰到烦恼能向他倾诉的人。然而一旦对他人有了情感的依赖，心情仿佛被他掌握，不再像从前那样我行我素，潇潇洒洒。即使他令你伤心，你还是宁愿紧紧捉着不放。也不知到底想挽留的是什么，就是觉得没有他仿佛是世界末日，开心不起来。结果，当初百般渴望的感情寄托，变成了一种放不下的包袱。一瞬间的大悟之后，才恍然发觉自己当初在寻找的竟然是一种束缚，一个人把自己关起来的鸟笼。。。
其实每一次的失败，每一个绊脚石，都是卸下包袱的好时机，就看你怎么看待。重整行装再轻装上路，活得更轻松自在。少了一些束缚，就能飞得更远。到时，梦想也不是那么遥不可及了。一切有始必有终， 这是不灭的法则，该放下时切放下。玩累了就睡，哭过就算了，三岁小孩都懂，我们这些大人们， 却紧紧捉住不放，有时真的比小孩还不如。- 原著 杨美凤
July 17, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Pork Ribs no more 15 July 2006
A visit to Punggol yielded much joy. Pork Ribs or more affectionately known as 排骨仔 has grown and put on weight since he was fostered at Punggol.
A slight history of 排骨仔:
A stray orange tabby came slithering to where I was sitting in the kopi-tiam, waiting for my dinner one evening.
Being the cat lover, I ordered some food for him but he merely sniffed.
This fella was all but bones when I stroked him and his eyes suffering from conjuctivites.
I arranged with Vincent, the pet-taxi driver, to pick up the next day.
He was sent to vet and diagnosed suffering from feline immunodeficiency virus, the feline strain of the human HIV.
After discharge he was sent to Punggol under the care of a foster mum and living there since.
Recent complains - gangsterism streak in this 'son' of mine. Theortically he should be my adopted 'grandpa' for he is 10 human years old, roughly around 70 cat years.
Two other felines, Shadow and Kelly are under his protection from another bully, I-Mo who happens to 'beat up' Shadow and Kelly. Aha! I-mo have met her match with my little furry kid.
So much for my kiddo...
July 13, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - A millionaire dream 12 July 2006
A recent documentary on the application of Sun Tzu Art of War in modern society was screened on the local television channel.
The interviewee - Adam Khoo
A millionaire by the age of 26
Once he was a failure in school but soon he made his mark and achieved his million. A full time consultant giving pep talks and making money out of it, he commented in local media papers, that he was looking forward to his next million.
A faint glint of smile rose from the corner of my mouth. There was no fireworks or sarcarsm, nothing but the smirk on my face.
Under Stephen Covey, author of the well-known book 'Seven habits of highly effectively people'
categorised such behaviour as money-centred personality.
Reminds me of a Zen antecode - to keep it short, please excuse the grammer involved.
Rich man saw fisherman resting.
ask him, how long to catch a load of fish
fisherman replied.
rich man asked why he dont catch more
fisherman asked why must he catch more.
rich man went on to explain...
more fish, more money, can buy more boat, then a fleet, then a company, then list on stock exchange, then retire early then can sing song, drink beer with friends
fisherman said, am i not doing these things now
Taking cue from the antecode above, I have seen how the rich lived in SG. a Venture-capitalist whose family I waited upon during a CNY moonlighting job I took up years ago.
He owns a total of 13 vehicles. Yes indeed, 13! From THE Porsche 911 to the flaming Ferrari 512, Ferrari F40, Volvo, BMW, Rolls Royce, Harley Davidson and even a sleek Lambogini
The house was a all-in-one establishment, sauna, jacuzzi, pool room, games room, movie room, drinks bar, gym and hmm, I must have missed out much more.
The monthly electrical bills as reported by my section head captain was a cool $4,000 *whistles* Not too bad for a VC to live his life.
Of course, this is mere PEANUTS... what is $4,000 compared to a millionaire who have no qualms blowing off a couple of quarter millions on the luxury sports cars.
I do not suffer from rich-envy... instead I long for the freedom of the grasslands, the cool mist of forest forming upon the lake early in the morning. Life, can be simple and yet fufilling.
The nostagic days of me bumming on a crowded dusty bus on a even more dusty road towards the edge of the Thai-Myanmar border, makes me yearn even more for such days of simple bliss.
Life, is more than the pursuit of money, or the accumulation of figures increasing in size inside the bank accounts.
The interviewee - Adam Khoo
A millionaire by the age of 26
Once he was a failure in school but soon he made his mark and achieved his million. A full time consultant giving pep talks and making money out of it, he commented in local media papers, that he was looking forward to his next million.
A faint glint of smile rose from the corner of my mouth. There was no fireworks or sarcarsm, nothing but the smirk on my face.
Under Stephen Covey, author of the well-known book 'Seven habits of highly effectively people'
categorised such behaviour as money-centred personality.
Reminds me of a Zen antecode - to keep it short, please excuse the grammer involved.
Rich man saw fisherman resting.
ask him, how long to catch a load of fish
fisherman replied.
rich man asked why he dont catch more
fisherman asked why must he catch more.
rich man went on to explain...
more fish, more money, can buy more boat, then a fleet, then a company, then list on stock exchange, then retire early then can sing song, drink beer with friends
fisherman said, am i not doing these things now
Taking cue from the antecode above, I have seen how the rich lived in SG. a Venture-capitalist whose family I waited upon during a CNY moonlighting job I took up years ago.
He owns a total of 13 vehicles. Yes indeed, 13! From THE Porsche 911 to the flaming Ferrari 512, Ferrari F40, Volvo, BMW, Rolls Royce, Harley Davidson and even a sleek Lambogini
The house was a all-in-one establishment, sauna, jacuzzi, pool room, games room, movie room, drinks bar, gym and hmm, I must have missed out much more.
The monthly electrical bills as reported by my section head captain was a cool $4,000 *whistles* Not too bad for a VC to live his life.
Of course, this is mere PEANUTS... what is $4,000 compared to a millionaire who have no qualms blowing off a couple of quarter millions on the luxury sports cars.
I do not suffer from rich-envy... instead I long for the freedom of the grasslands, the cool mist of forest forming upon the lake early in the morning. Life, can be simple and yet fufilling.
The nostagic days of me bumming on a crowded dusty bus on a even more dusty road towards the edge of the Thai-Myanmar border, makes me yearn even more for such days of simple bliss.
Life, is more than the pursuit of money, or the accumulation of figures increasing in size inside the bank accounts.
July 01, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - The Language Dilemma
Speak Good English... Speak Mandarin, it's cool...
I pondered over the ironic campaigns among the many mindless ones that sprung up over the years..
So, what am I to speak now? Jiang Hua Yu or speak English?
Thankfully I have already gone through the routine of sitting in classrooms, my only classroom is the world that we humans live in.
What contradicting messages that the two campaign has against each other in general.
Of course THEY can say whatever they want in defence. But the more they try to explain only make it seem SO lame.
Someone commented that China is booming and hence learn Chinese well, when speaking to the younger generation.
It was a good approach, but sad to say... the methodology used is SO crude.
To the young students who are more interested who will be the next Singapore Idol or whichever is the existing one, would they take any heed over such authoritian advice?
To use the metaphor - Rice can be cooked in many ways - likewise, the approach to cultivate the nature in the younger generation could be done in a more subtle way.
It is high time that Someone wake up his idea.
I pondered over the ironic campaigns among the many mindless ones that sprung up over the years..
So, what am I to speak now? Jiang Hua Yu or speak English?
Thankfully I have already gone through the routine of sitting in classrooms, my only classroom is the world that we humans live in.
What contradicting messages that the two campaign has against each other in general.
Of course THEY can say whatever they want in defence. But the more they try to explain only make it seem SO lame.
Someone commented that China is booming and hence learn Chinese well, when speaking to the younger generation.
It was a good approach, but sad to say... the methodology used is SO crude.
To the young students who are more interested who will be the next Singapore Idol or whichever is the existing one, would they take any heed over such authoritian advice?
To use the metaphor - Rice can be cooked in many ways - likewise, the approach to cultivate the nature in the younger generation could be done in a more subtle way.
It is high time that Someone wake up his idea.
May 30, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Hovering vultures 30 May 2006
They wait in patience.
They glance at you with the stare, eyeing it dreadfully.
They hover around for it to be finished of its contents.
At the first sign of 'death', they swoop in and carry it off.
They are your can-collectors.
Everywhere, anywhere, their presence can be felt.
Be it hovering around you.
Be it rummaging the rubbish bin which you have threw your can into.
Some run through the bin like a professional, armed with gloves or clamps.
You can hear from in the dead silence of the night,
the ruckle of the cans
They stomp it flat
*Cramp! Cramp! Cramp*
the sound of aluminium cans.
Elderly folk, "Auntie" folk
Some even with kids in tow
They are often seen
Some respond with a gleam,
when you give them their precious tins
putting one more into their bags
clinking
They are your neighbourhood can collectors
Never were there such numbers
raise up and fast to the
to the greening scene
They play an important role
although they were never told
they are helping with the green and clean
They are just human beings.
They glance at you with the stare, eyeing it dreadfully.
They hover around for it to be finished of its contents.
At the first sign of 'death', they swoop in and carry it off.
They are your can-collectors.
Everywhere, anywhere, their presence can be felt.
Be it hovering around you.
Be it rummaging the rubbish bin which you have threw your can into.
Some run through the bin like a professional, armed with gloves or clamps.
You can hear from in the dead silence of the night,
the ruckle of the cans
They stomp it flat
*Cramp! Cramp! Cramp*
the sound of aluminium cans.
Elderly folk, "Auntie" folk
Some even with kids in tow
They are often seen
Some respond with a gleam,
when you give them their precious tins
putting one more into their bags
clinking
They are your neighbourhood can collectors
Never were there such numbers
raise up and fast to the
to the greening scene
They play an important role
although they were never told
they are helping with the green and clean
They are just human beings.
Little Red Dot Press - Running short of time 30 May 2006
Time! Whereth are thou?!
Sleep have now seemed never enough. My rate of 'devouring' books have slowed to a snail's pace. Instead of three, four books at a time, I only engage in nibbling at one book at a time.
Perhaps, I should get out more often... or otherwise, I could have ignored the piling of clothes that scream 'IRON ME!! IRON ME!!' or the flooring that have 'VACUUM and MOP ME!!!' written all over the ceramic tilings.
Anyway, any semblence to life would be the weekend. Last weekend was spent hanging out with friends who have made it back after a long trip away from Singapore. Coffee, dessert, pool and even durians, made it into the stomachs of the three "musketters"
Weekends, seem so short. Whatever happened to my long vacations? The hey-days of lengthly vacations, backpacking expeditions to rural Thailand seemed a distant memory.
Dropping off everything onhand to go backpacking seems pretty inviting.
Perhaps I shall go one of these days.
Sleep have now seemed never enough. My rate of 'devouring' books have slowed to a snail's pace. Instead of three, four books at a time, I only engage in nibbling at one book at a time.
Perhaps, I should get out more often... or otherwise, I could have ignored the piling of clothes that scream 'IRON ME!! IRON ME!!' or the flooring that have 'VACUUM and MOP ME!!!' written all over the ceramic tilings.
Anyway, any semblence to life would be the weekend. Last weekend was spent hanging out with friends who have made it back after a long trip away from Singapore. Coffee, dessert, pool and even durians, made it into the stomachs of the three "musketters"
Weekends, seem so short. Whatever happened to my long vacations? The hey-days of lengthly vacations, backpacking expeditions to rural Thailand seemed a distant memory.
Dropping off everything onhand to go backpacking seems pretty inviting.
Perhaps I shall go one of these days.
May 29, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Drowning in work 29 May 2006
Since the days of exams weaned off, work have suddenly decided to take on an additional level.
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If any one happened to realised, it have been almost a full month since I have written anything.
There are tonnes of topics I would wanted to pen it down, one of the genre is in Chinese. And this hapless Editor is... hapless on how to get all the chinese characters up onto the blog when the software is the main obstacle.
Anyway, the Editor would need to get his thoughts and ideas onto paper (Yes.. very un-environment friendly) before anything gets posted up here.
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Pictures... pictures... The Editor havent gone for photographic shoots lately and sad to say, nothing have came out.. yet.
Fret not, I do have some feline pictures for show and shall be putting them up for public viewing.
Stay tune, the Editor will be back shortly....
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If any one happened to realised, it have been almost a full month since I have written anything.
There are tonnes of topics I would wanted to pen it down, one of the genre is in Chinese. And this hapless Editor is... hapless on how to get all the chinese characters up onto the blog when the software is the main obstacle.
Anyway, the Editor would need to get his thoughts and ideas onto paper (Yes.. very un-environment friendly) before anything gets posted up here.
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Pictures... pictures... The Editor havent gone for photographic shoots lately and sad to say, nothing have came out.. yet.
Fret not, I do have some feline pictures for show and shall be putting them up for public viewing.
Stay tune, the Editor will be back shortly....
April 28, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Taking things for granted Part 2
As said, SG has been blessed with conditions that make people go green with envy.
So much so, the concept of 'wei yu chou mou' 未雨绸缪have gone to the dogs.
Yes, we boast that we have First World this First World that... but come to emergencies such as the Great Hanshin Earthquake, the Aceh Tsunami, how First World would our reactions be?
It is a farce to put on a front saying that we are ready.
Take Japan for example, the Self-Defense Forces took TWO days to reach the quake victims back in 1995. The then-coalition party took a beating, the PM took a beating for being incompetent.
The Great Hanshin earthquake left Kobe shattered, fire broke out killing people who survived collapsed houses.
So much so, the concept of 'wei yu chou mou' 未雨绸缪have gone to the dogs.
Yes, we boast that we have First World this First World that... but come to emergencies such as the Great Hanshin Earthquake, the Aceh Tsunami, how First World would our reactions be?
It is a farce to put on a front saying that we are ready.
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Take Japan for example, the Self-Defense Forces took TWO days to reach the quake victims back in 1995. The then-coalition party took a beating, the PM took a beating for being incompetent.
The Great Hanshin earthquake left Kobe shattered, fire broke out killing people who survived collapsed houses.
Eventually, 5000 people dead, 200,000 people homeless and we are only discussing about Kobe. Experts dared not predict what damage if the next big one hits Tokyo.
Devastation after the quake
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A description of what the major civilian exercise that was conducted recently
Exercise Northstar V saw the coming together of SPF and other agencies
during a civil emergency. It was not only a test of the level and standards
of co-ordination but also proof to the public that Singapore is capable of
tackling the threat of terrorism if it strikes.
http://app.mof.gov.sg/cutwaste/suggestionview.asp?id=28575
Pray thee, whatever happened to the PEOPLE who are suppose to be there?!
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Some commentary and feedback as quoted:
In the first place, how many teenagers in Singapore know
what's the hell is Northstar V? They don't really know this star. Their minds
are only filled every week or every year by TV's non-stop organising programmes
like "Superstar", "Campus Superstar", "Singapore Idol" & all its clones. The
fact that such constant exposure by teenagers & adherence to their popular
idols in both acting & music arena, make most of them "day-dream" to be like
their superstars, trying to hit on their vocals or so-called talents for quick
mega bucks. Money & Fame are all in the minds, not the threat of terrorism
nor morality. Our teenagers grow up in pampered environment, equipped with
expensive mobile phones, laptops, designer clothings, & etc. They are not
known to work hard for the money. Instead they play hard to spend parents'
money. In such a peaceful & lack of inspirational country like Singapore,
teenagers got material things almost freely or easily from parents. Who will
then be concerned that these things can all be blast away by
terrorism?
Hi all,
This is what I did after my class started to doze off when I was
talking about the Emergency Exercise "NorthStar V".
Instead of reading to
them the details, I asked 4 of the boys to go to the back of the class and
pretend that a bomb has gone off in class. The whole class has to then evacuate
outside as the bomb was a "chemical bomb". Those who were walking too slowly
were "choked" by the smoke and became casualties. They like the overall exercise
and it jolted them up abit.
... In fact, I have noticed that some of my
students did not even watch the news at all. They looked incredibly "blur" when
I told them about various things.
...Regards,
Raem Tan Zhi Yan.
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Sad, but a true reality of what our generation of today in SG is. I challenge anyone who would raise to answer the following questions:
1) What is ABC stands for when used in CPR?
2) If a man is bleeding severely on his head, what do you do to stop the bleeding?
3) Where is the carotid artery?
4) How many compressions do you give to a man whose heart has stopped beating?
5) How do you escape from a room full of smoke?
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Answers:
1) Airway, Breathing, Circulation
2) Apply sufficent pressure on the wound. Use a pad or improvise if needed. Place additional pad over the blood-soaked one and do not lessen the pressure until assured that bleeding have been controlled.
The carotid arteries are located on both sides of your neck and carry oxygen-rich blood to the brain (See picture below). You can feel the carotid arteries by gently feeling the pulse on the lower part of either side of your neck.
3)Cardiopulmonary resuscitation
4) Compressions are given in such a cycle: 2 breaths - 15 counts (Repeat 4 times)
5) Escape is best achievable by crawling or moving close to the floor. Hot air rises, so does smoke. By keeping low, you are able to see your way to the exit. Remember when fire occurs, the lights WILL not be there for you, unless there are emergency lights
April 21, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Taking things for granted
Was recalling the days when I was still onboard the ship, gripping over every moment as the ships dips her head into the sea, sending waves and wind-blown seas onto the bridge windows.
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The typhoon had everyone onboard worried. The Captain then, didnt really show it. But he was on the bridge for as long as I could remembered.
My sea-sick stricken crew asked me, 'Arent you sea-sick?'
'Sea-sick? I guess I am more worried about the ship breaking up than thinking that I am sea-sick.' was my reply.
It rings true, this is one of the few rare times that mind does OVERCOME body.
The sight of a 300m long (6 Olympic swimming pools end-to-end) flexing in front of your eyes and containers wavering in the strong winds and rains belting down is something I would NEVER forget.
It only makes me realise how Mother Nature wins... eventually.
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SGeans have it easy. They are brought up in the lap of luxuries and comfort. They never have to worry once about impeding typhoons, unexpected earthquakes.
The first and last civil defence exercise proved my point. SGeans were more concerned over the inconvenience it brought than the intangible lessons it brings to the subconscious mind.
'aiya...make me late for work' 'aiya... not realistic... why bother' etc etc were but some of the attitudes that our fellow citizens have.
When was the last time you attended a Civil defence exercise in your neighbourhood? Have you ever attended CPR courses, fire-fighting courses before?
Antipathy - A strong feeling of aversion or repugnance - is best to describe our fellow citizens.
Not all are, but a whole majority is. They seemed to have forgetten what the Hotel New World incident back in 1984 is.
I firmly believe that the young generations of today have no clue what the Hotel New World incident meant to them.
I was then in primary school then. I remembered almost every hourly the news on every media channel was on the incident. Nobody ventured out much that day.
To those whose family members died in that fateful accident, I believe that those scenes will haunt them till they draw their last breath. It was a first calamity for SGeans. It was an accident waiting to happen.
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(to be continued)
April 18, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Questions and more questions
Passed by the workplace yesterday but yielded no success; the unrelenting spirit did not want to give up. "Give it another go" it said. So I did.
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Was 'wandering' around in the cyberspace when this naggy thought struck me.
I decided to dig up some information with what available information I had.
The results that came out of Google and the links that followed, was something I never expected.
It only raises more questions and nothing more but an endless stream of questions without answers. The truth can be sought... I believe. But at what price will the truth comes at?
I must be the most naive guy around...
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Was 'wandering' around in the cyberspace when this naggy thought struck me.
I decided to dig up some information with what available information I had.
The results that came out of Google and the links that followed, was something I never expected.
It only raises more questions and nothing more but an endless stream of questions without answers. The truth can be sought... I believe. But at what price will the truth comes at?
I must be the most naive guy around...
April 12, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - A moment of relief and victory 11 Apr 2006
Finally, the days of cramming for exam is over and a moment of crowning glory, achievement for having passed the final stage of my sea career.
Yes, indeed. I am talking about me clearing the final hurdle that have given me the licence or "Certificate of Competency" as a Master / Captain of a ship.
After seven long years or if you decide to count the day I started sailing, it will be 13 years. Yes, it is a tad long. But the victory is sweet. An achievement in life that I can tell my children/grandchildren for days and days...
An achievement which my mum will be proud of. At least she saw her son become one of the rare professionals in SG.
And it marks the day where I can end my bouts of endless studies. Not to say that I will burn my books, notes, but the general idea is that I can take a break from studying since Jan this year.
But the victory will not be long, as I am now in the midst of working ashore as an operations manager, the road to come is still long. I still have a long way to go.
So much for this victory post. Tune in for more.
Yes, indeed. I am talking about me clearing the final hurdle that have given me the licence or "Certificate of Competency" as a Master / Captain of a ship.
After seven long years or if you decide to count the day I started sailing, it will be 13 years. Yes, it is a tad long. But the victory is sweet. An achievement in life that I can tell my children/grandchildren for days and days...
An achievement which my mum will be proud of. At least she saw her son become one of the rare professionals in SG.
And it marks the day where I can end my bouts of endless studies. Not to say that I will burn my books, notes, but the general idea is that I can take a break from studying since Jan this year.
But the victory will not be long, as I am now in the midst of working ashore as an operations manager, the road to come is still long. I still have a long way to go.
So much for this victory post. Tune in for more.
April 03, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Bushed 03 April 06
Got a call from the examiner's board this afternoon, that I will be due to appear next tues.
Great! Good to hear from them.
But wait a minute... I have an audit due the week after on the 19th!
And tomorrow and wednesday are burnt, due to an overseas work trip.
So... ARGH!!!
I have that much time left! *faintz*
Better get my brains back... left them idling for the past two weeks. And hopefully boss understands if I take half days off!
*Editor puts on bookworm specs and snuggles into books*
Great! Good to hear from them.
But wait a minute... I have an audit due the week after on the 19th!
And tomorrow and wednesday are burnt, due to an overseas work trip.
So... ARGH!!!
I have that much time left! *faintz*
Better get my brains back... left them idling for the past two weeks. And hopefully boss understands if I take half days off!
*Editor puts on bookworm specs and snuggles into books*
Little Red Dot Press - April's Fool...not Concert 01 April 2006
After clearing the endless workload on Saturday, I packed up and went to meet my mum for the concert.
It was Fei Yu Qing having his almost annual concert. Though not prompto, the show started with the crystal clear voice booming out as he appeared on stage.
Money-wise, it was well-spent... after all this is one of the three concerts that I have brought my mum to see so far. Twice I went with her; the last occasion was an exception. I had to grab my uncle to bring my mum there, as I have work committments on hand.
My mum enjoyed it; nudging me half-way through the concert when some unfamiliar numbers were sang, she told me these songs are very old... I was like 'uh-huh'... kind of stumped.. Those songs really got me. I profess to be an oldies listener, but these songs I have no recollection of.
It might be strange for a young chap like me to be familiar with oldies, perhaps, it was all the foetus-training I received while in my mum's womb!
Anyway, it was a nice treat for my mum, whatever the cost. For mum, any amount is worth spending :)
It was Fei Yu Qing having his almost annual concert. Though not prompto, the show started with the crystal clear voice booming out as he appeared on stage.
Money-wise, it was well-spent... after all this is one of the three concerts that I have brought my mum to see so far. Twice I went with her; the last occasion was an exception. I had to grab my uncle to bring my mum there, as I have work committments on hand.
My mum enjoyed it; nudging me half-way through the concert when some unfamiliar numbers were sang, she told me these songs are very old... I was like 'uh-huh'... kind of stumped.. Those songs really got me. I profess to be an oldies listener, but these songs I have no recollection of.
It might be strange for a young chap like me to be familiar with oldies, perhaps, it was all the foetus-training I received while in my mum's womb!
Anyway, it was a nice treat for my mum, whatever the cost. For mum, any amount is worth spending :)
Little Red Dot Press - Doggone it... 03 April 2006
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March 26, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Weekend 26 March 2006
Yesterday popped by at my mum's place for dinner. Of course the dinner took place amidst shouting, screaming, yelling, crying and tantrum-throwing tots in tow.
Youngest of the lot, Laurel took a fancy to hum 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars' in her language... whatever that might be.
Hazel and Oliver end up "gunning" each other with toy guns.
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Oliver is getting much financially wiser. He overheard my conversation with my brother about getting a car for my work after I clear my driving exams sometime in the future.
"GOOD! Shushu buy car! Daddy DRIVE!"
*Editor fainted* How in the world did he manage to concoct such an IDEA in the first place?!
So I stubbed him back, "So next time Daddy buy car, YOU drive?" He smirked.
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The next commontion came about when their dessert ICE-CREAM was served... Laurel started throwing tantrums even after she had her fill and insisted that her father give her what he's eating.
"Daddy no share!!" pouts and wails and cries
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The trio are capable of anything... and their moods can swing from one extreme to the other. As Uncle three times over, I have my share of my time with them, which certainly beats any amount of money that I can possess. The joys and laughters are part of their memory and also will be part of mine too.
Now fully ashore and up to my neck with work, I try to take time to see them. After all, once they grow up, they will not be the same anymore.
So much for today's weekend edition. The Editor have to go BUY an additional pair of shoes for work and hasta la vista!
Youngest of the lot, Laurel took a fancy to hum 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars' in her language... whatever that might be.
Hazel and Oliver end up "gunning" each other with toy guns.
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Oliver is getting much financially wiser. He overheard my conversation with my brother about getting a car for my work after I clear my driving exams sometime in the future.
"GOOD! Shushu buy car! Daddy DRIVE!"
*Editor fainted* How in the world did he manage to concoct such an IDEA in the first place?!
So I stubbed him back, "So next time Daddy buy car, YOU drive?" He smirked.
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The next commontion came about when their dessert ICE-CREAM was served... Laurel started throwing tantrums even after she had her fill and insisted that her father give her what he's eating.
"Daddy no share!!" pouts and wails and cries
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The trio are capable of anything... and their moods can swing from one extreme to the other. As Uncle three times over, I have my share of my time with them, which certainly beats any amount of money that I can possess. The joys and laughters are part of their memory and also will be part of mine too.
Now fully ashore and up to my neck with work, I try to take time to see them. After all, once they grow up, they will not be the same anymore.
So much for today's weekend edition. The Editor have to go BUY an additional pair of shoes for work and hasta la vista!
Little Red Dot Press - Time... 26 March 2006
As the young matures into a working adult, Time can be a double edge sword. Vexed by work or indulging in their night watering holes, Time can accelerate or grind to a complete halt.
Days drag into weeks and matures into months. Wrinkles and white hair appear and everyone gets into the frenzy to hide the trances left behind by Time. They rush from work and back home, from facial salons to hair salons, from offices to gyms... in their frantic bid to stop the aging brought by Time.
Rushing, rushing and more rushing. They honk impatiently, speed unnecessarily and even speed dating.
They multi-task, grab take-away meals and answer their never-stop-ringing mobile phones.
Work soon gave way to marriage and a role-reversal takes place. Instead of them rushing around, they rush to ferry kids from one activity to another; rushing home instead of their water-holes.
Time soon sped by and their futile attempts to restraint time came to a naught. In their twilight years, they sit back and realise how hard it is to get by in a day.
Their mobiles and what-not berries were exchanged instead for hearing aids.
Merz and BMWs gave way to wheelchairs; Starbucks lattes become kopi-o, kopi-c.
Spaghetti make way for mee-pok; bright sparkling teeth gradually got replaced by dentures.
Time can be very cruel indeed.
Days drag into weeks and matures into months. Wrinkles and white hair appear and everyone gets into the frenzy to hide the trances left behind by Time. They rush from work and back home, from facial salons to hair salons, from offices to gyms... in their frantic bid to stop the aging brought by Time.
Rushing, rushing and more rushing. They honk impatiently, speed unnecessarily and even speed dating.
They multi-task, grab take-away meals and answer their never-stop-ringing mobile phones.
Work soon gave way to marriage and a role-reversal takes place. Instead of them rushing around, they rush to ferry kids from one activity to another; rushing home instead of their water-holes.
Time soon sped by and their futile attempts to restraint time came to a naught. In their twilight years, they sit back and realise how hard it is to get by in a day.
Their mobiles and what-not berries were exchanged instead for hearing aids.
Merz and BMWs gave way to wheelchairs; Starbucks lattes become kopi-o, kopi-c.
Spaghetti make way for mee-pok; bright sparkling teeth gradually got replaced by dentures.
Time can be very cruel indeed.
March 20, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Time... 20 March 2006
We, the ignorant humans, tend to take time for granted.
So to speak, at work, we try to DRAG time so as to make the day pass easier.
But we make up by rushing to work in a much shorter time.
Everyone laments where did time go. Time, did not disappear by itself.
Neither did it drip away like the sands in the hour-glass.
Time is relatively short for children engrossed in their playgames... reluctantly to be dragged to bed/ shower/ meals... For them, Time does not matter to them. All they are concern is whether they get more toys for their birthday/ holidays.
As they grow out of toys into the rituals of school, Time suddenly becomes a 10-tonne anchor ball. Everyday seem to pass so slowly that they wonder when the next school holidays are coming...
As they progress through the levels of education, Time once again play tricks with them. The never-ending CAs and assignments make them grasp for breathing space. To the very least, the next CAs seemed so recent as compared to the last one.
In the blink of the eye, Time stand still when these children grow into teenagers. Love blossoming among the youth and all hands of Time just stood still. Never do they complain about time, only grouses why Time pass so quickly for them.
(to be continued)
So to speak, at work, we try to DRAG time so as to make the day pass easier.
But we make up by rushing to work in a much shorter time.
Everyone laments where did time go. Time, did not disappear by itself.
Neither did it drip away like the sands in the hour-glass.
Time is relatively short for children engrossed in their playgames... reluctantly to be dragged to bed/ shower/ meals... For them, Time does not matter to them. All they are concern is whether they get more toys for their birthday/ holidays.
As they grow out of toys into the rituals of school, Time suddenly becomes a 10-tonne anchor ball. Everyday seem to pass so slowly that they wonder when the next school holidays are coming...
As they progress through the levels of education, Time once again play tricks with them. The never-ending CAs and assignments make them grasp for breathing space. To the very least, the next CAs seemed so recent as compared to the last one.
In the blink of the eye, Time stand still when these children grow into teenagers. Love blossoming among the youth and all hands of Time just stood still. Never do they complain about time, only grouses why Time pass so quickly for them.
(to be continued)
March 16, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Walled in ... 15 March 2006
Was on the mrt some time ago, heading back home. Saw some new constructions up and coming while passing Commonwealth MRT.
A thought flashed through my mind, which then snowballed into THIS entry.
We are often surrounded by walls; be it office walls, cubicle walls, walls in your home, toilet walls, prison walls.
But the main point of my thought was not these physical walls, it is more towards the walls we build in ourselves.
Time have proved many instances; the recent furore that erupted over the cartoons of the prophet Mohammed; the racial riots that took Australia, France and even Britain by surprise.
From the varied forms of outbursts that took place in various parts of the world to the local scene where a man was sentenced to a jail term over the abuse of cats, it is not too hard to see these invisible walls. But the crux is: how many of us spot such walls?
If we do not realise the invisibility and strength of these walls, animosity will still persist no matter what, no matter where , no matter how.
From the macro to the micro, from the masses to the individual, the walls of invisibilty have slowly formed, evolved and even fortified against the inflow of the winds of change.
How many times do we witness the stubborness streak of another? How OFTEN do we see our own being stubborn to change the very self that should in the first place?
We can knock down all the physical walls, over time. But if we do not realise how high the walls we have subconsciously built, then to walk out to a new YOU, no amount of effort could tear those walls down.
A thought flashed through my mind, which then snowballed into THIS entry.
We are often surrounded by walls; be it office walls, cubicle walls, walls in your home, toilet walls, prison walls.
But the main point of my thought was not these physical walls, it is more towards the walls we build in ourselves.
Time have proved many instances; the recent furore that erupted over the cartoons of the prophet Mohammed; the racial riots that took Australia, France and even Britain by surprise.
From the varied forms of outbursts that took place in various parts of the world to the local scene where a man was sentenced to a jail term over the abuse of cats, it is not too hard to see these invisible walls. But the crux is: how many of us spot such walls?
If we do not realise the invisibility and strength of these walls, animosity will still persist no matter what, no matter where , no matter how.
From the macro to the micro, from the masses to the individual, the walls of invisibilty have slowly formed, evolved and even fortified against the inflow of the winds of change.
How many times do we witness the stubborness streak of another? How OFTEN do we see our own being stubborn to change the very self that should in the first place?
We can knock down all the physical walls, over time. But if we do not realise how high the walls we have subconsciously built, then to walk out to a new YOU, no amount of effort could tear those walls down.
Little Red Dot Press - Sex in the City
The recent furore over the release of the video clips of a girl making out with her boyfriend has yet to subside.
Even till now, the media and public has not let up on engaging over the issue.
The morality hammer slammed down hard on this issue. The youths are fighting back with their 'so-what?-Everyone's-doing-it' attitude. I must concede I take no stand in this debate.
Surprised at my reaction? Morally wise, who am I to judge who is right or wrong in the first place. My code of ethics were passed down from my elders; subjected to the influx of western ideas; mixed together with a dosage of ancient Eastern philosphy.
If we start to cast that first stone, condemn and condoning such actions, then pray thee, have we looked upon our younger selves and our actions. Did our elders not FROWN on our actions then?
All is but a cycle. What comes around will revert back in due time. Failures are but steps to success. Restrain yes we could, but undoubtly the younger generation are hardly controllable unlike the good old years.
In time to come, these youngsters will be at our age and they will then turn around condemn the very acts they resounded with such loud applause now.
Even till now, the media and public has not let up on engaging over the issue.
The morality hammer slammed down hard on this issue. The youths are fighting back with their 'so-what?-Everyone's-doing-it' attitude. I must concede I take no stand in this debate.
Surprised at my reaction? Morally wise, who am I to judge who is right or wrong in the first place. My code of ethics were passed down from my elders; subjected to the influx of western ideas; mixed together with a dosage of ancient Eastern philosphy.
If we start to cast that first stone, condemn and condoning such actions, then pray thee, have we looked upon our younger selves and our actions. Did our elders not FROWN on our actions then?
All is but a cycle. What comes around will revert back in due time. Failures are but steps to success. Restrain yes we could, but undoubtly the younger generation are hardly controllable unlike the good old years.
In time to come, these youngsters will be at our age and they will then turn around condemn the very acts they resounded with such loud applause now.
Little Red Dot Press - Tied up 15 March 2006
Apart from being tied up for the past few weeks for my preparation for my exams (which unfortunately failed and now pending for re-take), I have my hands full at work.
Indeed, work have now taken precedent over in my life. My days of lazing around till 9-10am have gone out of the window.
Work have once again rejuvenated my lazing mind, given that I stopped thinking about work since Oct last year.
The Editior is now back from his semi-retirement and will be coming forth with a slew of issues outstanding.
Stay tuned.
Indeed, work have now taken precedent over in my life. My days of lazing around till 9-10am have gone out of the window.
Work have once again rejuvenated my lazing mind, given that I stopped thinking about work since Oct last year.
The Editior is now back from his semi-retirement and will be coming forth with a slew of issues outstanding.
Stay tuned.
February 23, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - The passing 23 Feb 2006
The recent passing of an elder stateman had once again whipped up a frenzy of nostagic memories on all media mediums.
He lived till a ripe 90, almost touching his 91st birthday. My maternal grandfather too passed away at this age.
I remembered I had to do an interview with him over his account of WWII. He mentioned of days having to dig up tapocia for meals, the fears of womenfolk getting snatched away by the Japanese troops and parents hastily marrying their daughters off, in an attempt to prevent them from being taken away.
I was away at sea, barely a day or two away from SG when he passed away. He was fortunate. He had managed to see the great-grandchildren (IE my nephew and nieces) coming of age. Indeed, not many can live to see great-grandchildren these days... at the pace of which WE, this generation get married and have children.
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Death... is not an issue on the minds of many young adults here. Even more so, in the modern society where vibrancy is sooooo keenly felt.
Young adults have more on their mind than to think of Death. Bills, what Nokia/Samsung phone to get with my bonus, how much is ah gong giving out, where are the best sales, which charbo swee can ONZ or not...
Making a name for themselves, bogged down with other issues constantly bombarding them "Aiyoh.. how OLD liao?! STILL not MARRIED! When your auntie was your age hor, I already have two kids liao?!"
Technically, you get my drift.
Recently have been involved in a forum discussions on meditation and it certainly helped me to pick up my form again. Yes, at writing again. (Else WHAT are you looking at here?! haha)
I have been fortunate. At my age, I have seen almost half the world, experienced those chilling North European winds and rains; been through a Saudi Arabian summer *W-A-T-E-R-!*; seen Mount Fuji in its natural beauty; got whistled by some MALE Iranian; got almost enveloped by Thai girls when the ship called upon in Laem Chabang; trekked through a small backward village in Nantong, Jiangsu, PRC; sailed into Tripoli, Libya (only regret was not able to meet Gaddafi!)
Of course, my life would have been dull if not for the entry and the followed-on departure of my ex-girlfriends. And even before I forget, the additions in my Syn family lineage, thanks to the hard work by my brother and sis-in-law, 3 lovable rascals who can make you laugh and cry at the same time.
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Now, almost at the peak of my sea career, I have to say that my almost-30 years is nothing but fufilling.
So if the higher beings have to take me away, I am all ready to go.
So much for today. The Editor will be posting again on an ad-hoc basis. Catch me again at another time.
He lived till a ripe 90, almost touching his 91st birthday. My maternal grandfather too passed away at this age.
I remembered I had to do an interview with him over his account of WWII. He mentioned of days having to dig up tapocia for meals, the fears of womenfolk getting snatched away by the Japanese troops and parents hastily marrying their daughters off, in an attempt to prevent them from being taken away.
I was away at sea, barely a day or two away from SG when he passed away. He was fortunate. He had managed to see the great-grandchildren (IE my nephew and nieces) coming of age. Indeed, not many can live to see great-grandchildren these days... at the pace of which WE, this generation get married and have children.
===
Death... is not an issue on the minds of many young adults here. Even more so, in the modern society where vibrancy is sooooo keenly felt.
Young adults have more on their mind than to think of Death. Bills, what Nokia/Samsung phone to get with my bonus, how much is ah gong giving out, where are the best sales, which charbo swee can ONZ or not...
Making a name for themselves, bogged down with other issues constantly bombarding them "Aiyoh.. how OLD liao?! STILL not MARRIED! When your auntie was your age hor, I already have two kids liao?!"
Technically, you get my drift.
Recently have been involved in a forum discussions on meditation and it certainly helped me to pick up my form again. Yes, at writing again. (Else WHAT are you looking at here?! haha)
I have been fortunate. At my age, I have seen almost half the world, experienced those chilling North European winds and rains; been through a Saudi Arabian summer *W-A-T-E-R-!*; seen Mount Fuji in its natural beauty; got whistled by some MALE Iranian; got almost enveloped by Thai girls when the ship called upon in Laem Chabang; trekked through a small backward village in Nantong, Jiangsu, PRC; sailed into Tripoli, Libya (only regret was not able to meet Gaddafi!)
Of course, my life would have been dull if not for the entry and the followed-on departure of my ex-girlfriends. And even before I forget, the additions in my Syn family lineage, thanks to the hard work by my brother and sis-in-law, 3 lovable rascals who can make you laugh and cry at the same time.
===
Now, almost at the peak of my sea career, I have to say that my almost-30 years is nothing but fufilling.
So if the higher beings have to take me away, I am all ready to go.
So much for today. The Editor will be posting again on an ad-hoc basis. Catch me again at another time.
February 09, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Delayed 09 Jan 06
A call from my study mate seemed to indicate that my exam date is going nowhere, apparently said, the test date for the first part of the exam (simulator) is to be held on the 27th of this month.
Goodness, that leaves me with another two weeks and a further waiting period of unknown days to come.
I have been back since end Oct... from the looks of it, I better tighten up my belt again. How about bumming for six months?
I would say my bum is itching to get back to work again. Going back to sea seems a little distant now, and I have yet to appear for job interviews. Not to worry, the openings are available. In my industry, the openings for jobs come not by advertisement but by word of mouth and recommendations.
The local shipping scene is small enough to take in new and young dinosaurs like me. The older generation have begun to start greying and the future looks bright to me, if you might ask.
So much for now... getting kinda bored stuck waiting for the block to fall upon my neck *laughs*
This is your editor back to studies again.
Goodness, that leaves me with another two weeks and a further waiting period of unknown days to come.
I have been back since end Oct... from the looks of it, I better tighten up my belt again. How about bumming for six months?
I would say my bum is itching to get back to work again. Going back to sea seems a little distant now, and I have yet to appear for job interviews. Not to worry, the openings are available. In my industry, the openings for jobs come not by advertisement but by word of mouth and recommendations.
The local shipping scene is small enough to take in new and young dinosaurs like me. The older generation have begun to start greying and the future looks bright to me, if you might ask.
So much for now... getting kinda bored stuck waiting for the block to fall upon my neck *laughs*
This is your editor back to studies again.
January 29, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Gong Xi 29 Jan 2006
My 111th posting... not bad since I started some time back last year (Or is it so?)
My memory is failing me. I can barely remember time these days. Perhaps it is the preparation of NOT Chinese New Year, but for my oral exams that have me living in seclusion these days.
Was back at my parents' place on Friday with a friend along. Was actually suppose to meet this friend who had came back from overseas for dinner. But my mum 'conveniently' forgot to inform me of the early reunion dinner.
Anyway, it went on well. It was nice to see my friend after 6 (7?) years but we have to break off the conversation as I had to get off the train first.
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What's on for CNY over the next few days?
Hmm, from the looks of it... I should STILL be buried under my notes. I am back on my unearthly hours timings again. Yes I am typing away on the first day of CNY at an unearthly 3.30am. Nothing to do with tradition of 'shou ye', but it suits my fitness for studies. My peak hours last from 2000 onwards until my shut-eye timings (which is whatever... pending on the next day's schedule) :P
Daytime would mean crawling out at 10-11am... IE to say I will miss my breakfast... Go for brunch and last till dinner and then snacks into the midnight hours. *Burpz*
I should be out more often, lest I end up extinct like the do-do. *chuckles* But CNY in SG is.... a drag. I was on leave last year, but I made my way out of SG way before CNY and had my CNY alone in Bangkok, walking down Yaowarwat amid the sea of red shirt-clad Thais on this festive day.
CNY Crowd in Bangkok Yaowarwat (Chinatown) 2005
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CNY out of the way, now I have sit down and think for V-day... yes yes... this editor has to DO something about his single status hood, you know?!
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So much for today. I wish all my readers out there Huat Huat and Huat... but while amidst the merry making, do spare some $$$ or time or kum or kind to the less unfortunate in SG.
Amituofo
My memory is failing me. I can barely remember time these days. Perhaps it is the preparation of NOT Chinese New Year, but for my oral exams that have me living in seclusion these days.
Was back at my parents' place on Friday with a friend along. Was actually suppose to meet this friend who had came back from overseas for dinner. But my mum 'conveniently' forgot to inform me of the early reunion dinner.
Anyway, it went on well. It was nice to see my friend after 6 (7?) years but we have to break off the conversation as I had to get off the train first.
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What's on for CNY over the next few days?
Hmm, from the looks of it... I should STILL be buried under my notes. I am back on my unearthly hours timings again. Yes I am typing away on the first day of CNY at an unearthly 3.30am. Nothing to do with tradition of 'shou ye', but it suits my fitness for studies. My peak hours last from 2000 onwards until my shut-eye timings (which is whatever... pending on the next day's schedule) :P
Daytime would mean crawling out at 10-11am... IE to say I will miss my breakfast... Go for brunch and last till dinner and then snacks into the midnight hours. *Burpz*
I should be out more often, lest I end up extinct like the do-do. *chuckles* But CNY in SG is.... a drag. I was on leave last year, but I made my way out of SG way before CNY and had my CNY alone in Bangkok, walking down Yaowarwat amid the sea of red shirt-clad Thais on this festive day.
CNY Crowd in Bangkok Yaowarwat (Chinatown) 2005---
CNY out of the way, now I have sit down and think for V-day... yes yes... this editor has to DO something about his single status hood, you know?!
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So much for today. I wish all my readers out there Huat Huat and Huat... but while amidst the merry making, do spare some $$$ or time or kum or kind to the less unfortunate in SG.
Amituofo
January 25, 2006
DianDi - Zen Story 25 Jan 2006
One day, the Master and his followers went collecting alms.
Over lunch, they stopped by and took their rest under the shade of a big tree. A hunter soon dropped by after setting his trap for the nearby monkeys.
One curious monkey climbed down and approached the trap. Peeping into the trap, he saw delicious rice cakes and put his hands inside. Pity behold, the monkey got snarled.
The monkey shrieked in terror upon knowing its destiny.
The followers yelled “Let go! Let go!”
But sadly the monkey didn’t understand. The hunter soon shot dead the monkey.
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Lesson to learn:
When it is time to let go, let go.
Even though it may be hard to do so, one must still ‘She’ (Willing to part) before he/she can ‘De’ (Gain)
Over lunch, they stopped by and took their rest under the shade of a big tree. A hunter soon dropped by after setting his trap for the nearby monkeys.
One curious monkey climbed down and approached the trap. Peeping into the trap, he saw delicious rice cakes and put his hands inside. Pity behold, the monkey got snarled.
The monkey shrieked in terror upon knowing its destiny.
The followers yelled “Let go! Let go!”
But sadly the monkey didn’t understand. The hunter soon shot dead the monkey.
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Lesson to learn:
When it is time to let go, let go.
Even though it may be hard to do so, one must still ‘She’ (Willing to part) before he/she can ‘De’ (Gain)
January 17, 2006
DianDi - Little Drops - Favourite Quote 17 Jan 06
True love hears what is not spoken,
and understands what is not explained,
for love doesn't work in the mouth,
nor the mind,
but in the heart...
- unknown
DianDi - Little Drops - Favourite Quote 17 Jan 06
<爱> 字收藏一颗完整的心，代表珍惜
<情> 字依靠一颗站着的心，代表陪伴
<情> 字依靠一颗站着的心，代表陪伴
爱情若没有俩颗心，也不能叫做爱情。
- unknown
January 13, 2006
DianDi - Little Drops - Favourite Quote 13 Jan 06
你怀 念热恋的 滋 味 吗 ?
热恋中的男 人，特 别有自 信。有 了自 信，人也 醒 目了。口吃也变成口 若 悬 河。做任 何工 作上的决 定，也变的非 常英 明。就象流 浪狗被收养了，从 此人爱了。
可 是，我 们醒目的同 时也会变笨。恋爱中的人都不用大 脑的，只 是用自 己身 体的任一 部 分。
热恋中的男 人，特 别有自 信。有 了自 信，人也 醒 目了。口吃也变成口 若 悬 河。做任 何工 作上的决 定，也变的非 常英 明。就象流 浪狗被收养了，从 此人爱了。
可 是，我 们醒目的同 时也会变笨。恋爱中的人都不用大 脑的，只 是用自 己身 体的任一 部 分。
张小娴
January 12, 2006
DianDi - Little Drops - Favourite Quote 11 Jan 06
It is not how much we do
But how much love we put in the doing
It is not how much love we give
But how much love we put in the giving
But how much love we put in the doing
It is not how much love we give
But how much love we put in the giving
- Mother Teresa
January 10, 2006
DianDi - Little Drops - Quote of the day
无所欲，也就无所求
无所求，也就无所失
无所失，也就无所俱
一旦你能放下对结果的期待，
无所求，也就无所失
无所失，也就无所俱
一旦你能放下对结果的期待，
每个结果将是最美好的结果，
每个表现也就是最好的呈现。
何权峰
Little Red Dot Press - No can run 3 today 10 Jan 2006
It has been pouring for the past three days and the wet weather had me putting off my exercise regime for that long too. So much for my runs to Little Guilin.
Went through my first month stay in this Home Tweet Home without much fanfare. For once, I have to rack my brains what to cook for dinner. Usually the mammoth task of dinner cooking rest upon the shoulders of the wonderful MUM. I only live to EAT.
Not being very picky and was intending to make mixed vegatable soup to wash down with my bowl of rice tonight, something struck me. I have to make a trip back to my grandma's place *grrr*
Let us hope I can drink to my heart's content and whip up the concoction. Could anyone give me a ring and call me an amubulance just in case I fall into coma after drinking my experimental soup le vegetables?
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Will be up to my neck, mind and soul within the coming weeks, not being busy with spring cleaning or anything, but for preparations for my oral examinations at MPA (Maritime and Port Authorities) which I hope to schedule in mid-Feb.
And during this period of time, The Editor will be on leave until further notice then. Check back to see if the Editor have drown in books or have leap off into the air in jubilation after clearing his exams.
Till then, an early Gong Xi Fai Cai to all my readers and someone out there reading :P
Went through my first month stay in this Home Tweet Home without much fanfare. For once, I have to rack my brains what to cook for dinner. Usually the mammoth task of dinner cooking rest upon the shoulders of the wonderful MUM. I only live to EAT.
Not being very picky and was intending to make mixed vegatable soup to wash down with my bowl of rice tonight, something struck me. I have to make a trip back to my grandma's place *grrr*
Let us hope I can drink to my heart's content and whip up the concoction. Could anyone give me a ring and call me an amubulance just in case I fall into coma after drinking my experimental soup le vegetables?
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Will be up to my neck, mind and soul within the coming weeks, not being busy with spring cleaning or anything, but for preparations for my oral examinations at MPA (Maritime and Port Authorities) which I hope to schedule in mid-Feb.
And during this period of time, The Editor will be on leave until further notice then. Check back to see if the Editor have drown in books or have leap off into the air in jubilation after clearing his exams.
Till then, an early Gong Xi Fai Cai to all my readers and someone out there reading :P
January 02, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Must Love Dogs 2 Jan 2006
Had a good laugh over the show I threw myself into after a hearty breakfast on this public holiday.
'Must Love Dogs' - A film by Diane Lane and John Cusack (Yuppers, the same guy in the show 'Serendipity
Best Line I loved most:
John (in the character Jake) - "I dont own the dog, I said I love them. Doesnt mean I must own them."
*When he was questioned over the ownership of the dog when he first met Diane (playing Sarah in the show) *
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The show highlighted the internet portals that many of us (ME included!) use in the hopes to "meet" some people while hiding behind the screen of anonymity.
We live behind masks everyday, when was the last time we face ourselves truthfully?
We might have a long list of what we want in our other half, but does you really hope you can have the whole cake and eat it? Every 'perfection' comes with imperfection. Nobody is EVER that perfect.
Remembered some article I have read before,
So at the end of the day, who are we really?
'Must Love Dogs' - A film by Diane Lane and John Cusack (Yuppers, the same guy in the show 'Serendipity
Best Line I loved most:
John (in the character Jake) - "I dont own the dog, I said I love them. Doesnt mean I must own them."
*When he was questioned over the ownership of the dog when he first met Diane (playing Sarah in the show) *
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The show highlighted the internet portals that many of us (ME included!) use in the hopes to "meet" some people while hiding behind the screen of anonymity.
We live behind masks everyday, when was the last time we face ourselves truthfully?
We might have a long list of what we want in our other half, but does you really hope you can have the whole cake and eat it? Every 'perfection' comes with imperfection. Nobody is EVER that perfect.
Remembered some article I have read before,
A professor came into class and asked his class, while holding a piece of blank paper
"What do you all see?"
"A piece of white paper" all echoed
He then took his fountain pen and made a blot on the paper and held it up again.
"What do you see now?"
"The blot of ink" All echoed back.
The professor then said " We are very short-sighted creatures. All of us only focused on the blot of ink, and completely forgot about the rest of the whiteness of the paper.
When we see the fault of others, we forget that he/she have other good qualities as well. "
So at the end of the day, who are we really?
Little Red Dot Press - New Year Surprise 01 Jan 2006 edition
As I cracked my head over what to write over the eve and early morning of the new year, I realised half the day was over before I realised it.
Before the hands of the clock struck 12, turning 1st Jan 2006 into a past memory, a very pleasant surprise came by.
We learn something everyday; for the newly weds, they learn how to live together as a family; for the students, it is the endless stream of knowledge to equip them for their future; for the working generation, we learn how to survive in all circumstances.
Last but not least, I wish all a fruitful new year to come.
Before the hands of the clock struck 12, turning 1st Jan 2006 into a past memory, a very pleasant surprise came by.
The long-disappeared ring dropped out of a file holding recycled papers as I sat down to jot some details over some plans I have. I have taken the ring out before I went to China for a short course last Nov but came back to find the ring missing.
I searched high and low for any sign of it, but stopped short of flipping through the file as the part on moving house took most of my thoughts away. I dredged my failing memory banks to recall where I left the ring. Drawers were thrown wide open, pockets emptied, books flipped but NO ring.
Out of pure luck, it fell out and it is safely back on my hand once more. *smiles* I guess this is the best surprise I have for years.
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I did a draft yesterday before the year finished off, but threw it into the cyberspace garbage bin as it lacked originality. Was thinking of collating a pile of statistics for my faithful readers but decided otherwise. *beams*
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If I remembered right, 2005 New Year celebrations were called off due to the then-recent tsunami which took place on Dec 26.
Some friends asked of my well-being after the tsunami strucked, as I was doing the SG-Australia route. I was then in Fremantle, Australia and only got to know the disaster struck over the shortwave radiowaves which I listened in then much later.
In the blink of an eye, a year has passed on. Somehow, our mind play tricks on us.
When we were in primary and secondary schools, we were only interested in the holidays to come.
When we were in the army, we were only counting down to when we can be discharged.
When we were up to our neck into studies (higher learning institutions), we looked forward to
-time with our "steads"
-term breaks
-graduation
Now that we are in the work force, we crane out necks to see when we can take leave for a breather from our hectic work schedule.
Of course, those of us who have moved on to parenthood, you probably look forward you do not have to carry the barrage of items with your child. (Ok... it might not be entirely true, but it is a fact that resonates in your feelings, is it not?)
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Point taken. The next year will soon be onto us again. Trust me, every year has a 1st Jan. It does not bother me if I do not celebrate with the millions of people out in the world.
To me, the New Year and most of the public holidays are but another day to live fruitfully. Indeed, there are many who lie on the deathbed realising that they do not wish to die as they have too many things they loved; words they have not said; letters they have not penned... the list goes on.
Man is a recalcitrant procrastinator. Often we take our loved ones for granted.
Men, hardly speak a word of 'I love you' once they have married their girlfriends.
Women, forget how to be loving to their husbands and end up nagging at their husbands who learned and preached 'deafness' as a quality developed after marriage.
The lists of what-nots is not exhaustive... If I continue to rattle off here, I probably have to brew caffenie-laced Ipoh white coffee to continue on.
Call me a cynic. The new year or whatever, even my birthday, signifies little to me. We have but one day less after our so-called 'enjoyment' dies down.
I have learnt much during the last year. But there is more to be learnt. Until I draw my last breath, my learning will not be complete.I think it is time
to face yourself again.
Then again,
it is always time. - Unknown
We learn something everyday; for the newly weds, they learn how to live together as a family; for the students, it is the endless stream of knowledge to equip them for their future; for the working generation, we learn how to survive in all circumstances.
Last but not least, I wish all a fruitful new year to come.
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