Belated Merry Christmas to all. My eve was spent at having a buffet dinner at Hilton then watched Australia at Vivo. I will strongly recommend you to catch that. Simply captivating!
Then on Christmas day, I brought my parents to have a nice Chinese food buffet in some restaurant I can’t reveal where, simply because I don’t want too many others to know of this place and wanted it to be “exclusive” for just the few of us who know of this place. It basically serves Cantonese food and has a museum right inside the restaurant. It would be convenient for those who drive becos the restaurant is high up on a slope and it can be quite dark when the night falls.
The manager is a very friendly hongkie who spend most of his time serving us and talking to my parents. I simply love the place because of its ambience and food. And the best part is if you like anything that is not found in the menu, you can request and the chef will whip you the dish you will like to have.
Their sharkfin soup is superb!! Thick boiled pumpkin soup base with chicken stock, ham and other meats that boils for 9 hours until everything melted. I simply love the soup and the steam prawns, and the wasabi prawns (yes, I am quite a prawn lover)! I am so glad my parents like the place and it is definitely another hideout I will be hanging out often.
Saturday was the “big project day” where I swopped room with bro. No doubt now my room becomes a little smaller but I am comfortable with it because it gets more cosy and less noisy.
Then Sunday was to have a mini gathering with Terence, Qixing and his gf at Marina Square before heading off to meet another friend to have a second round of chocolate fondue at Keppel Club. The ambience is very cosy and I will love to return there again, but probably with a better chirpy mood the next time.
Thank you Foo, for always being there.
Monday, December 29, 2008
What is happening?
The first night it happened, it felt like a thousand ants crawling on the side of my right lower leg, making my hair stand. These “little ants” started to slowly walk their way up to my thigh. I closed my eyes and ignored. Then it happened a second time, starting from the lower right leg to traveling up to my upper thigh. I was too tired to run out from the room with that creepy feeling and eventually dozed off till the next morning.
The next day, this time, a hunch told me not to close my bedroom door. Then something happened again. After talking to my friend on the phone, I closed my eyes and wanted to sleep.
Suddenly I felt a pressure on me. I struggled to open my eyes and barely saw a black hollow human figurine and a smaller one in grey on its right. It seems wanting to tell me something, I struggled and started moving my limbs a little, stretching out my right arm towards the door. My eyes were fixed towards my bedroom door and I struggled to make some noise, I managed to shout out a little, loud enough to get attention from my brother and mum. I am glad I did not close my door. Then my bedroom light was on and I see familiar faces…I was in daze and I told them what happened.
Mum asked me to bunk in with my brother. We swopped rooms the next day, which was something always in our plan to switch the rooms as advised by Master Pang.
The 1st night sleeping in the ‘new” room, nothing happened. Then this morning, around 4:30am, I woke up and was suddenly very wide awake. I tossed a little before falling back into sleep. This time, I dreamt.
In the dream, I saw mum wanting to ask some medium for help. I told her to hurry up, I am very frightened. Then thru the mirror in the living where we stood, I saw it. It was a tall lady dressed in a plain red cheong sam. She was walking towards my bedroom door (the newly swopped one) however it was closed. Then she turned her head and looked at us. Her face was pale with no emotion. Thin red lips and small black eyes. Then the next thing I knew was shouting ‘Go away go away!!”
Then I regain my conscious. But I refuse to open up my eyes and forced myself back to sleep as am afraid if I open my eyes, she may have really enter my room and standing next to my bed looking at me….
Maybe I am just not used to sleeping alone in the room? Last time when it happened, at least I have sis who will shake and wake me up.
Is it trying to tell me something or am I really too stress out? Can someone tell me what is happening??
The next day, this time, a hunch told me not to close my bedroom door. Then something happened again. After talking to my friend on the phone, I closed my eyes and wanted to sleep.
Suddenly I felt a pressure on me. I struggled to open my eyes and barely saw a black hollow human figurine and a smaller one in grey on its right. It seems wanting to tell me something, I struggled and started moving my limbs a little, stretching out my right arm towards the door. My eyes were fixed towards my bedroom door and I struggled to make some noise, I managed to shout out a little, loud enough to get attention from my brother and mum. I am glad I did not close my door. Then my bedroom light was on and I see familiar faces…I was in daze and I told them what happened.
Mum asked me to bunk in with my brother. We swopped rooms the next day, which was something always in our plan to switch the rooms as advised by Master Pang.
The 1st night sleeping in the ‘new” room, nothing happened. Then this morning, around 4:30am, I woke up and was suddenly very wide awake. I tossed a little before falling back into sleep. This time, I dreamt.
In the dream, I saw mum wanting to ask some medium for help. I told her to hurry up, I am very frightened. Then thru the mirror in the living where we stood, I saw it. It was a tall lady dressed in a plain red cheong sam. She was walking towards my bedroom door (the newly swopped one) however it was closed. Then she turned her head and looked at us. Her face was pale with no emotion. Thin red lips and small black eyes. Then the next thing I knew was shouting ‘Go away go away!!”
Then I regain my conscious. But I refuse to open up my eyes and forced myself back to sleep as am afraid if I open my eyes, she may have really enter my room and standing next to my bed looking at me….
Maybe I am just not used to sleeping alone in the room? Last time when it happened, at least I have sis who will shake and wake me up.
Is it trying to tell me something or am I really too stress out? Can someone tell me what is happening??
Friday, December 19, 2008
In case you are confused - HASHIMA!
Extract from the web Wikipedia:
Hasma (or Harsmar) is a Chinese dessert ingredient made from the dried fallopian tubes of the Asiatic Grass Frog ('Oviductus Ranae'). Hasma is often mistakenly described as toad or frog fat, since it is sometimes referred to as "toad oil" (Chinese: 蛤蟆油; pinyin: há mǎ yóu).
Hasma (or Harsmar) is a Chinese dessert ingredient made from the dried fallopian tubes of the Asiatic Grass Frog ('Oviductus Ranae'). Hasma is often mistakenly described as toad or frog fat, since it is sometimes referred to as "toad oil" (Chinese: 蛤蟆油; pinyin: há mǎ yóu).
Progress thru changes
It was a surprise to see that he viewed my page and I took the courage to leave him a short message asking how he has been.
His reply assured me that the friendship never seem to have left us at all. Suddenly, I could picture us sitting at a café laughing, joking and making fun all over again. The next min, I am smiling unexpectedly and I feel that we should bury the hatchet with a big hug.
The next thing I knew was we started chatting on msn. We never talk about the past, but about what we been doing lately and what we will be doing next, the general stuff and all. I guess we both will agree that the past is not worth mentioning anymore since we have sort of gotten back this friendship after say about 2 or more years not contacting each other.
It suddenly seems like I dun know what I am angry about all these years….then I realized, I have forgotten and forgiven. And it is true that only if you let go of what the past is, then you will be able to face the future with an open heart and start a fresh chapter. I can face my future and accept new challenges, and maybe to treat the next person with a more tolerance heart.
And thanks to what I have experienced in the past, although those events isn’t a big deal after all now that I look back, I become more receptive of ppl’s mistake, the imperfection of others, being a little less judgmental now, and also, willing to be less perfectionist myself.
But still, my moral values never change, but maybe I can overlook on others who dun share or agree with what I believe in. I guess I have grown up, yet again, my dear readers.
His reply assured me that the friendship never seem to have left us at all. Suddenly, I could picture us sitting at a café laughing, joking and making fun all over again. The next min, I am smiling unexpectedly and I feel that we should bury the hatchet with a big hug.
The next thing I knew was we started chatting on msn. We never talk about the past, but about what we been doing lately and what we will be doing next, the general stuff and all. I guess we both will agree that the past is not worth mentioning anymore since we have sort of gotten back this friendship after say about 2 or more years not contacting each other.
It suddenly seems like I dun know what I am angry about all these years….then I realized, I have forgotten and forgiven. And it is true that only if you let go of what the past is, then you will be able to face the future with an open heart and start a fresh chapter. I can face my future and accept new challenges, and maybe to treat the next person with a more tolerance heart.
And thanks to what I have experienced in the past, although those events isn’t a big deal after all now that I look back, I become more receptive of ppl’s mistake, the imperfection of others, being a little less judgmental now, and also, willing to be less perfectionist myself.
But still, my moral values never change, but maybe I can overlook on others who dun share or agree with what I believe in. I guess I have grown up, yet again, my dear readers.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Changes
Many changes happened and are still happening in my dept. Our team managers are leaving one after another. The very senior ones whom we depend a lot in order to run our daily operations and whom we turn to for advice. These are the supportive managers whom have always been there to understand and support and defend. However, as changes are inevitable, their decision to leave the organization is something I expected.
I am not really that sadden by the breaking news nor worry about the future or present challenge that I will be facing. I dun know why. Probably because I have always been an independent worker, probably because I am numb to changes, probably because the change came too fast for me to even react.
Our Assoc Dean has also changed. The new one is a lady and bears some resemble to my ex boss. I guess it would be a drastic challenge for her without the support from the senior and experienced managers to support her. I guess it would become the blind leading the blind in my team for the next few months, until everyone gets the hand of everything and settle down with the work and roles we have to play.
I just hope this change and ripple effect with end soon so that we can operate as per normal all over again and just pray hard that the new managers taking up the lead will be understanding and are ppl whom we can talk to, almost anything under the sky….
I am not really that sadden by the breaking news nor worry about the future or present challenge that I will be facing. I dun know why. Probably because I have always been an independent worker, probably because I am numb to changes, probably because the change came too fast for me to even react.
Our Assoc Dean has also changed. The new one is a lady and bears some resemble to my ex boss. I guess it would be a drastic challenge for her without the support from the senior and experienced managers to support her. I guess it would become the blind leading the blind in my team for the next few months, until everyone gets the hand of everything and settle down with the work and roles we have to play.
I just hope this change and ripple effect with end soon so that we can operate as per normal all over again and just pray hard that the new managers taking up the lead will be understanding and are ppl whom we can talk to, almost anything under the sky….
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
The Big Day!
Yeah yeah, I know it’s been too long since I last blogged. There are actually many things to share, so much so that I am overwhelmed with many thoughts and unable to phrase them as quickly as my mind is running ahead. Beautiful scenes and touching moments are still fresh in my mind, the day when sis was happily married off. Thats what we have been busy with.
Planning for a wedding is no joke. It isn’t easy just by getting two people listed under the registry of marriage, or just by gathering everyone for a dinner. There are way too many things to be listed and confirmed and work/sort out. It is like a big project. If you are marrying for the 1st time, well, don’t pressure too much nor expect too much. However, because it is once in a life time event, no one can replay the celebration again a second time therefore I understand why sis wanted it to be a perfect wedding for herself. And it is really a team work. You can’t just do it all by yourself.
Every one of us has our own dream wedding. If you are a girl, you will nod your head to this statement I made, and we do want to work our way towards this dream.
There were many themes you will hope to use for your wedding. When you have decided on one theme, you hope to change to another and so on. The constant choosing and improving ideas which you will keep making until the wedding eve even. Of cos, the most complicated part of all is getting the guest list and table arrangement set and confirms the RSVPs nearer to the date of the actual day. Some last minute confirmation do gets on one’s nerves. There were of cos many unhappy moments, misunderstandings and arguments in the mid of planning. Simply because not everyone thinks alike. It is just like a team of workers in a company, working together to complete a project. There will be decisions, brain storming, planning, arguments, debates, agreements too, and of cos, many hilarious jokes and ideas. Planning a wedding is just like a big project. But the happiest moment is when you and your “team members” managed to persevere till the very end and seeing the final completion will definitely move anyone to tears.
Sis was not able to sleep the night before the big day. Good thing is she still manage to wake up on time at 4am, I was also woken up around that time. Dressed in her pink nightie waiting not very long, the stylist, Jac arrived timely too. Then the photographer, Kelvin came. Subsequently the sisters arrived. Planning the tricks they have for the groom’s men while keeping their stomach full with the big breakfast we have ordered.
The overwhelmed of all sorts of emotions came only when my parents veiled sis in the room. that moment even nearly teared the photographer who was holding back his tears too. I will skip the details with words but to show you pictures to continue the story of the wedding. More pictures will be loaded in his web when Kelvin (the professional photographer) sort out the pics .
Till then…
Friday, November 28, 2008
Character flaw
Have you wonder among the pple around you, ppl whom mix around with you the most almost every day, ppl like your family, your friends, your colleagues and maybe business associates, how do they really think a person like you are?
Being almost a perfectionist myself, there are no doubts there were times when I never allow my flaws to be shown. There may be some things I do not like to do, but has to due to the fact that others may like, sometimes I oblige. Sometimes I may think if I wasn’t a part of them, I may not be deemed “norm” and “accepted”.
I believe, many of us falls into this situation as well. Sometimes, you may not agree to what your bosses say, what your client believes, or what your gf/bf/friend thinks it should be. But we nod our heads to everything they say, simply because either we accept the way they are, or we are just lazy to argue.
I am especially so towards ppl whom I am not close to. Or in a situation when I know the other party’s has a stonger character, there will be no end once you express your “opposition” in views.
In every one of us, I understand that we have some parts of imperfection. Be it a character imperfection, or physical imperfection, or mental imperfection. But then again, being almost a perfectionist myself, although I understand this, but still I am a perfectionist wannabe, maybe I am already destined to be one since birth. I wanna be perfect in everyone’s eye. Maybe that’s just because I just wanna be accepted by most. And I know it is impossible to do so, thus became an introvert becos I am afraid of rejects.
There were ppl who can’t accept me and my flaws of cos. These flaws, when I told my friends, they laughed at me saying, they are too minor to even mention. Is that true? Then why it’s a big deal to others? Is it because every one of us has different expectations from others? I have to agree with that and yes, I am quite a spoilt person. It has got to do with my upbringing, living in a protected shield call family, under the care of my caretakers name my parents.
Every one of us was well taken care of. We were dressed up neatly since young. Our shoes have to match with our dresses. We are not supposed to keep long hair. After our lessons, we have to start working on our homework, bath and eat fast. Before we dine, we have to greet the elderly first. Even now, my sis, bro and I still greet our parents before we start eating. Blanket has to be folded neatly, bed sheet has to be tucked in neatly. There were many many other common house rules which I believe many of you reading have to abide as well. But many have also been abolished by us as we grew older. And becos I was brought up this way, I also have some weird rules for myself too.
I never really like to eat at hawkers, sometimes in food courts too esp after looking ard assessing the hygiene and inhaling the oily smell, I can imagine the amount of cooking oil absorbed into my clothing and I will be walking away smelling like a “cooked food”, then will be shopping ard the mall and hanging ard the perfume sections awhile more hoping the diffused perfume smell will overwrites the oily smell on me. And to make things easier, I brought out my perfume with me too. Other days if I am sitting in a bus and if some bad odor hits my nose, and there is nowhere else I can escape, I will sniff hard on my wrist like an addict, hoping to find some relief from the mild perfume smell I left on me.
Sometimes even the thought of using a common fork or spoon in a restaurant may also puts me off (SOMETIMES). Imagine the same fork and spoon that goes into your mouth has also went into many others all sorts of ppl! I guess this issue has a little to do with my mild obsession with cleanliness (flaw).
But then again sometimes, I was able to eat at selected hawkers with my parents, dozing off without bathing. Was hygiene really an issue? Not really to me, well it always depends on my mood. I am a super duper moody person and most of the thing I do, including chatting with ppl, also depends on my mood. And becos of that, many times, I wasn’t able to complete where I 1st started. This is my flaw. I am an escapee not a fighter.
I was a super duper possessive person but have learnt to let go a lot now to the extend that some times, others complains say I am very heck care and damn boh chap which pisses them off. It is just very hard to strike a balance here and please everyone although I am a libra and weighing scale is my star sign. This is my flaw. I am not a well balanced person.
I super duper hate it when ppl lies to me and although truth may hurts but lies hurt even more. And I hate it even more if I have to hear the truth from a 3rd person. I super duper hates it when ppl likes to confuse my thoughts while hiding things from me for their own benefits. Many times we want to know THE TRUTH but how many of us were able to handle the truth? But still I rather know the truth. This is my flaw. I am very stubborn and judgmental many a times.
I am an over thinker and always over think one the extreme bad stuffs that will happen to me. And becos of these bad habits of over thinking, I lost opportunities but has also protected myself against other predicted/foreseen failures at times. And many times, I do not believe in myself. This is my flaw, I dun believe others nor in myself.
I have my character flaws. I wish to correct them but it’s all in my mindset. Training my mind isn’t really a simple task, but perhaps all I need is a stronger will and beliefs.
Our mind is a powerful tool and controller which either makes you a better person or destroys you.
And how can I have a stronger will and beliefs? It’s all in this mind. It’s either it leads or we lead.
Being almost a perfectionist myself, there are no doubts there were times when I never allow my flaws to be shown. There may be some things I do not like to do, but has to due to the fact that others may like, sometimes I oblige. Sometimes I may think if I wasn’t a part of them, I may not be deemed “norm” and “accepted”.
I believe, many of us falls into this situation as well. Sometimes, you may not agree to what your bosses say, what your client believes, or what your gf/bf/friend thinks it should be. But we nod our heads to everything they say, simply because either we accept the way they are, or we are just lazy to argue.
I am especially so towards ppl whom I am not close to. Or in a situation when I know the other party’s has a stonger character, there will be no end once you express your “opposition” in views.
In every one of us, I understand that we have some parts of imperfection. Be it a character imperfection, or physical imperfection, or mental imperfection. But then again, being almost a perfectionist myself, although I understand this, but still I am a perfectionist wannabe, maybe I am already destined to be one since birth. I wanna be perfect in everyone’s eye. Maybe that’s just because I just wanna be accepted by most. And I know it is impossible to do so, thus became an introvert becos I am afraid of rejects.
There were ppl who can’t accept me and my flaws of cos. These flaws, when I told my friends, they laughed at me saying, they are too minor to even mention. Is that true? Then why it’s a big deal to others? Is it because every one of us has different expectations from others? I have to agree with that and yes, I am quite a spoilt person. It has got to do with my upbringing, living in a protected shield call family, under the care of my caretakers name my parents.
Every one of us was well taken care of. We were dressed up neatly since young. Our shoes have to match with our dresses. We are not supposed to keep long hair. After our lessons, we have to start working on our homework, bath and eat fast. Before we dine, we have to greet the elderly first. Even now, my sis, bro and I still greet our parents before we start eating. Blanket has to be folded neatly, bed sheet has to be tucked in neatly. There were many many other common house rules which I believe many of you reading have to abide as well. But many have also been abolished by us as we grew older. And becos I was brought up this way, I also have some weird rules for myself too.
I never really like to eat at hawkers, sometimes in food courts too esp after looking ard assessing the hygiene and inhaling the oily smell, I can imagine the amount of cooking oil absorbed into my clothing and I will be walking away smelling like a “cooked food”, then will be shopping ard the mall and hanging ard the perfume sections awhile more hoping the diffused perfume smell will overwrites the oily smell on me. And to make things easier, I brought out my perfume with me too. Other days if I am sitting in a bus and if some bad odor hits my nose, and there is nowhere else I can escape, I will sniff hard on my wrist like an addict, hoping to find some relief from the mild perfume smell I left on me.
Sometimes even the thought of using a common fork or spoon in a restaurant may also puts me off (SOMETIMES). Imagine the same fork and spoon that goes into your mouth has also went into many others all sorts of ppl! I guess this issue has a little to do with my mild obsession with cleanliness (flaw).
But then again sometimes, I was able to eat at selected hawkers with my parents, dozing off without bathing. Was hygiene really an issue? Not really to me, well it always depends on my mood. I am a super duper moody person and most of the thing I do, including chatting with ppl, also depends on my mood. And becos of that, many times, I wasn’t able to complete where I 1st started. This is my flaw. I am an escapee not a fighter.
I was a super duper possessive person but have learnt to let go a lot now to the extend that some times, others complains say I am very heck care and damn boh chap which pisses them off. It is just very hard to strike a balance here and please everyone although I am a libra and weighing scale is my star sign. This is my flaw. I am not a well balanced person.
I super duper hate it when ppl lies to me and although truth may hurts but lies hurt even more. And I hate it even more if I have to hear the truth from a 3rd person. I super duper hates it when ppl likes to confuse my thoughts while hiding things from me for their own benefits. Many times we want to know THE TRUTH but how many of us were able to handle the truth? But still I rather know the truth. This is my flaw. I am very stubborn and judgmental many a times.
I am an over thinker and always over think one the extreme bad stuffs that will happen to me. And becos of these bad habits of over thinking, I lost opportunities but has also protected myself against other predicted/foreseen failures at times. And many times, I do not believe in myself. This is my flaw, I dun believe others nor in myself.
I have my character flaws. I wish to correct them but it’s all in my mindset. Training my mind isn’t really a simple task, but perhaps all I need is a stronger will and beliefs.
Our mind is a powerful tool and controller which either makes you a better person or destroys you.
And how can I have a stronger will and beliefs? It’s all in this mind. It’s either it leads or we lead.
My Funeral
Again, its Paulo Coelho, another extract from his "Like the Flowing River". I seem to have some connectiong with his writings, and it seems that surprisingly, I am able to find someone who shares the same sentimental and thoughts like me. I think about all these all days like what he wrote in this book. Will he become my next obession? Read on:
By Paulo Coelho
An Excerpt from “Like The Flowing River” from Harper Collins Publishers
The journalist from The Mail on Sunday appears at my hotel in London and asks one simple question: “If you were to die today, what kind of funeral would you like?”The truth is that the idea of death has been with me everyday since 1986, when I walked the Road to Santiago.
Up until then, I had always been terrified at the thought that, one day, everything would end; but on one of the stages of that pilgrimage, I performed an exercise that consisted in experiencing what it felt like to be buried alive.
It was such an intense experience that I lost all fear, and afterwards saw death as my daily companion, who is always by my side, saying: “I will touch you, but you don’t know when. Therefore live life as intensely as you can.”Because of this, I never leave until tomorrow what I can do or experience today- and that includes joys, work obligations, saying I’m sorry if I feel I’ve offended someone, and contemplation of the present moment as if it were my last.
I can remember many occasions when I have smelled the last perfume of death: that far-off day in 1974, in Aterro do Flamengo (Rio de Janeiro), where the taxi I was traveling in was blocked by another car, and a group of armed paramilitaries jumped out and put a hood over my head. Even though they assured me that nothing bad would happen to me, I was convinced that I was about to become another of the military regime’s “disappeared”.
Or when, in August 1989, I got lost on a climb in the Pyrenees. I looked around at the mountains bare of snow and vegetation, thought that I wouldn’t have the strength to go back, and concluded that my body would not be found until the following summer. Finally, after wandering around for many hours, I managed to find a track that led me to a remote village.
The journalist from The Mail on Sunday insists: but what would my funeral be like? Well, according to my will, there will be no funeral. I have decided to be cremated, and my wife will scatter my ashes in a place called El Cebrero in Spain- the place where I found my sword.
Any unpublished manuscripts and typescripts will remain unpublished (I’m horrified at the number of “posthumous works” or “trunks full of papers” that writers’ heirs unscrupulously publish in order to make some money; if the authors chose not to publish these things while they were alive, their privacy should be respected). The sword that I found on the Road to Santiago will be thrown into the sea, and thus be returned to the place whence it came. And my money, along with the royalties that will continue to be received for another seventy years, will be devoted entirely to the charitable foundation I have set up.“And what about your epitaph” asks the journalist.
Well, since I’m going to be cremated, there won’t be a headstone on which to write an inscription, since my ashes will have been carried away on the wind. But if I had to choose a phrase, I would choose this: “He died while he was still alive.” That might seem a contradiction in terms; but I know a lot of people who have stopped living, even though they continue working and eating and carrying on with their usual social activities. They do everything on automatic pilot, unaware of the magic moments that each day brings with it, never stopping to think about the miracle of life, not understanding that the next minute could be their last on the face of the planet (this sentence seems to hit me hard, he seems to be describing me).
The journalist leaves, and I sit down at the computer and decide to write this. I know it’s not a topic anyone likes to think about, but I have a duty to my readers – to make them think about the important things in life.
And death is possibly the most important thing. We are all walking towards death, but we never know when death will touch us and it is our duty, therefore, to look around us, to be grateful for each minute.
But we should also be grateful to death, because it makes us think about the importance of each decision we take, or fail to take; it makes us stop doing anything that keeps us stuck in the category of the “living dead” and, instead, urges us to risk everything, to bet everything on those things we always dreamed of doing, because, whether we like it or not, the angel of death is waiting for us.
By Paulo Coelho
An Excerpt from “Like The Flowing River” from Harper Collins Publishers
The journalist from The Mail on Sunday appears at my hotel in London and asks one simple question: “If you were to die today, what kind of funeral would you like?”The truth is that the idea of death has been with me everyday since 1986, when I walked the Road to Santiago.
Up until then, I had always been terrified at the thought that, one day, everything would end; but on one of the stages of that pilgrimage, I performed an exercise that consisted in experiencing what it felt like to be buried alive.
It was such an intense experience that I lost all fear, and afterwards saw death as my daily companion, who is always by my side, saying: “I will touch you, but you don’t know when. Therefore live life as intensely as you can.”Because of this, I never leave until tomorrow what I can do or experience today- and that includes joys, work obligations, saying I’m sorry if I feel I’ve offended someone, and contemplation of the present moment as if it were my last.
I can remember many occasions when I have smelled the last perfume of death: that far-off day in 1974, in Aterro do Flamengo (Rio de Janeiro), where the taxi I was traveling in was blocked by another car, and a group of armed paramilitaries jumped out and put a hood over my head. Even though they assured me that nothing bad would happen to me, I was convinced that I was about to become another of the military regime’s “disappeared”.
Or when, in August 1989, I got lost on a climb in the Pyrenees. I looked around at the mountains bare of snow and vegetation, thought that I wouldn’t have the strength to go back, and concluded that my body would not be found until the following summer. Finally, after wandering around for many hours, I managed to find a track that led me to a remote village.
The journalist from The Mail on Sunday insists: but what would my funeral be like? Well, according to my will, there will be no funeral. I have decided to be cremated, and my wife will scatter my ashes in a place called El Cebrero in Spain- the place where I found my sword.
Any unpublished manuscripts and typescripts will remain unpublished (I’m horrified at the number of “posthumous works” or “trunks full of papers” that writers’ heirs unscrupulously publish in order to make some money; if the authors chose not to publish these things while they were alive, their privacy should be respected). The sword that I found on the Road to Santiago will be thrown into the sea, and thus be returned to the place whence it came. And my money, along with the royalties that will continue to be received for another seventy years, will be devoted entirely to the charitable foundation I have set up.“And what about your epitaph” asks the journalist.
Well, since I’m going to be cremated, there won’t be a headstone on which to write an inscription, since my ashes will have been carried away on the wind. But if I had to choose a phrase, I would choose this: “He died while he was still alive.” That might seem a contradiction in terms; but I know a lot of people who have stopped living, even though they continue working and eating and carrying on with their usual social activities. They do everything on automatic pilot, unaware of the magic moments that each day brings with it, never stopping to think about the miracle of life, not understanding that the next minute could be their last on the face of the planet (this sentence seems to hit me hard, he seems to be describing me).
The journalist leaves, and I sit down at the computer and decide to write this. I know it’s not a topic anyone likes to think about, but I have a duty to my readers – to make them think about the important things in life.
And death is possibly the most important thing. We are all walking towards death, but we never know when death will touch us and it is our duty, therefore, to look around us, to be grateful for each minute.
But we should also be grateful to death, because it makes us think about the importance of each decision we take, or fail to take; it makes us stop doing anything that keeps us stuck in the category of the “living dead” and, instead, urges us to risk everything, to bet everything on those things we always dreamed of doing, because, whether we like it or not, the angel of death is waiting for us.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
My instant stress relief!
Was attending a Stress Management Course then during my lunch break, I saw these groups of little beings outside the theatre. I cant help it but to take a few quick shots of them. A little pink colored princess say "HI" to me. I was surprised that she welcomed my intrusion and taking pics of them. I waved and greeted her back and smiled. Then a young guy saw me taking pictures and stood next to me. I took the opportunity and asked why are these kids doing here? He replied that these kids are from the kindergardens, staging up a performance for their parents. Then he asked if I am a staff here, and if I am one, He can allow me to watch the performance in their AVA room, live telecast! Muahaha..sad to say, I am only here for a short course. Anyway, these kids are really angelic enough to have caught my attention.
While they are waiting anxiously and excitedly for their rehearsal, their teachers coaxed and calm some of them, while feeding them them with littel breads or biscuits. Seeing the little bees, are instant stress relieve for me as compared to how much the course have taught me to de-stress.....
Here are the pics!
( I stressed this little one with my phone cam and she walked to her teacher for some comfort after this shot was taken. Opss! Sorry!)
( a neat line of bumber beeeees)
(the little friendly pink princess looking back at me)
While they are waiting anxiously and excitedly for their rehearsal, their teachers coaxed and calm some of them, while feeding them them with littel breads or biscuits. Seeing the little bees, are instant stress relieve for me as compared to how much the course have taught me to de-stress.....
Here are the pics!
( I stressed this little one with my phone cam and she walked to her teacher for some comfort after this shot was taken. Opss! Sorry!)
( a neat line of bumber beeeees)
(the little friendly pink princess looking back at me)Monday, November 17, 2008
The Story of the Pencil
A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point, he asked: ‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’
His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson: ‘I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’
Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special. ‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’ ‘That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.
‘First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.
‘Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpener. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.
‘Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.
‘Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.
‘Finally, the pencil’s fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. In just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action.’
This is another chapter from Paulo Coelho. Another encouraging and enlighting story worth mentioning. Who will thought that a simple pencil can be use to narrate the quality of a person?
His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson: ‘I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’
Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special. ‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’ ‘That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.
‘First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.
‘Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpener. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.
‘Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.
‘Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.
‘Finally, the pencil’s fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. In just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action.’
This is another chapter from Paulo Coelho. Another encouraging and enlighting story worth mentioning. Who will thought that a simple pencil can be use to narrate the quality of a person?
Prepared for Battle, But With a Few Doubts
Was reading this second book (the 1st bk I read was "The Manual of the Warrior of Light") from Paulo Coelho.
This second one, was a collection of short stories, which, behind each story, tells you something about our lives, reflections, decisions, and many other philosophies. I have not yet complete this book, but will like to extract this short story no. 2 "Prepared for Battle, But With a Few Doubts".
Coincidentally, I faces this situation too whenever I am walking and see weeds sprouting from the ground, or seeing a few weeds in my flower pot. The struggling thought of plucking them out (becos it is a weed) or allowing it the equal living space entitled to many other plants. Once, I even decided to leave the weeds growing in my flower pot because it is a living thiing too, why should I deprive it from living?
However, although it is harmless to ignore a little weed growing in my flower pot, it may not "oke" when the same scenario applies to our lives. Those little "weeds" may jeopardize and wreck up our lives. So, after reading this short story, it has helped me to understanding and making better decisions in my life whever I need to.
Below is the extracted chapter I got from the website: http://www.thorsons.com/Resources/extracts/ex_Ch1_Like_the_Flowing_River_Coehlo.pdf
Prepared for Battle, But With a Few Doubts
I’m wearing a strange green outfit, full of zips, and made from a very tough fabric. I have gloves on, too, in order to avoid cuts and scratches. I’m carrying a kind of spear, almost as tall as I am. The metal end has three prongs on one side, and a sharp point on the other. And before me lies the object of my attack: the garden.
With the spear in my hand, I start to remove the weeds growing amongst the grass. I do this for quite a while, knowing that each plant I dig up will die within two days. Suddenly, I ask myself: am I doing the right thing? What we call a ‘weed’ is, in fact, an attempt at survival by a particular species that took Nature millions of years to create and develop.
The flower was fertilized at the expense of innumerable insects; it was transformed into seed; the wind scattered it over the fields round about; and so – because it was not planted in just one place, but in many – its chances of surviving until next spring are that much greater. If it was concentrated in just one place, it would be vulnerable to being eaten, to flood, fire and drought.
But all that effort to survive is brought up short by the point of a spear, which mercilessly plucks the plant from the soil. Why am I doing this? Someone created this garden. I don’t know who, because when I bought the house, the garden was already here, in harmony with the surrounding mountains and trees. But its creator must have thought long and hard about what he or she was doing, must have carefully planted and planned (for example, there is an avenue of trees that conceals the hut where we keep the firewood) and tended it through countless winters and springs. When I moved into the old mill – where I spend a few months of each year – the lawn was immaculate.
Now it is up to me to continue that work, although the philosophical question remains: should I respect the work of the creator, of the gardener, or should I accept the survival instinct with which nature endowed this plant, which I now call a ‘weed’?
I continue digging up unwanted plants and placing them on a pile that will soon be burned. Perhaps I am giving too much thought to things that have less to do with thought and more to do with action. But, then, every gesture made by a human being is sacred and full of consequences, and that makes me think even more about what I am doing.
On the one hand, these plants have the right to broadcast themselves everywhere. On the other hand, if I don’t destroy them now, they will end up choking the grass. In the New Testament, Jesus talks about separating the wheat from the tares. Like the Flowing River 5 But – with or without the support of the Bible – I am faced by a concrete problem always faced by humanity: how far should we interfere with nature? Is such interference always negative, or can it occasionally be positive?
I set aside my weapon – also known as a weeder. Each blow means the end of a life, the death of a flower that would have bloomed in the spring – such is the arrogance of the human being constantly trying to shape the landscape around him. I need to give the matter more thought, because I am, at this moment, wielding the power of life and death. The grass seems to be saying: ‘If you don’t protect me, that weed will destroy me.’ The weed also speaks to me: ‘I travelled so far to reach your garden. Why do you want to kill me?’
In the end, the Hindu text, the Bhagavad-Gita comes to my aid. I remember the answer that Krishna gives to the warrior Arjuna, when the latter loses heart before a decisive battle, throws down his arms, and says that it is not right to take part in a battle that will culminate in the death of his brother. Krishna says, more or less: ‘Do you really think you can kill anyone? Your hand is My hand, and it was already written that everything you are doing would be done. No one kills and no one dies.’
Encouraged by this recollection, I pick up my spear again, attack the weeds I did not invite to grow in my garden, and am left with this morning’s one lesson: when something undesirable grows in my soul, I ask God to give me the same courage mercilessly to pluck it out.
This second one, was a collection of short stories, which, behind each story, tells you something about our lives, reflections, decisions, and many other philosophies. I have not yet complete this book, but will like to extract this short story no. 2 "Prepared for Battle, But With a Few Doubts".
Coincidentally, I faces this situation too whenever I am walking and see weeds sprouting from the ground, or seeing a few weeds in my flower pot. The struggling thought of plucking them out (becos it is a weed) or allowing it the equal living space entitled to many other plants. Once, I even decided to leave the weeds growing in my flower pot because it is a living thiing too, why should I deprive it from living?
However, although it is harmless to ignore a little weed growing in my flower pot, it may not "oke" when the same scenario applies to our lives. Those little "weeds" may jeopardize and wreck up our lives. So, after reading this short story, it has helped me to understanding and making better decisions in my life whever I need to.
Below is the extracted chapter I got from the website: http://www.thorsons.com/Resources/extracts/ex_Ch1_Like_the_Flowing_River_Coehlo.pdf
Prepared for Battle, But With a Few Doubts
I’m wearing a strange green outfit, full of zips, and made from a very tough fabric. I have gloves on, too, in order to avoid cuts and scratches. I’m carrying a kind of spear, almost as tall as I am. The metal end has three prongs on one side, and a sharp point on the other. And before me lies the object of my attack: the garden.
With the spear in my hand, I start to remove the weeds growing amongst the grass. I do this for quite a while, knowing that each plant I dig up will die within two days. Suddenly, I ask myself: am I doing the right thing? What we call a ‘weed’ is, in fact, an attempt at survival by a particular species that took Nature millions of years to create and develop.
The flower was fertilized at the expense of innumerable insects; it was transformed into seed; the wind scattered it over the fields round about; and so – because it was not planted in just one place, but in many – its chances of surviving until next spring are that much greater. If it was concentrated in just one place, it would be vulnerable to being eaten, to flood, fire and drought.
But all that effort to survive is brought up short by the point of a spear, which mercilessly plucks the plant from the soil. Why am I doing this? Someone created this garden. I don’t know who, because when I bought the house, the garden was already here, in harmony with the surrounding mountains and trees. But its creator must have thought long and hard about what he or she was doing, must have carefully planted and planned (for example, there is an avenue of trees that conceals the hut where we keep the firewood) and tended it through countless winters and springs. When I moved into the old mill – where I spend a few months of each year – the lawn was immaculate.
Now it is up to me to continue that work, although the philosophical question remains: should I respect the work of the creator, of the gardener, or should I accept the survival instinct with which nature endowed this plant, which I now call a ‘weed’?
I continue digging up unwanted plants and placing them on a pile that will soon be burned. Perhaps I am giving too much thought to things that have less to do with thought and more to do with action. But, then, every gesture made by a human being is sacred and full of consequences, and that makes me think even more about what I am doing.
On the one hand, these plants have the right to broadcast themselves everywhere. On the other hand, if I don’t destroy them now, they will end up choking the grass. In the New Testament, Jesus talks about separating the wheat from the tares. Like the Flowing River 5 But – with or without the support of the Bible – I am faced by a concrete problem always faced by humanity: how far should we interfere with nature? Is such interference always negative, or can it occasionally be positive?
I set aside my weapon – also known as a weeder. Each blow means the end of a life, the death of a flower that would have bloomed in the spring – such is the arrogance of the human being constantly trying to shape the landscape around him. I need to give the matter more thought, because I am, at this moment, wielding the power of life and death. The grass seems to be saying: ‘If you don’t protect me, that weed will destroy me.’ The weed also speaks to me: ‘I travelled so far to reach your garden. Why do you want to kill me?’
In the end, the Hindu text, the Bhagavad-Gita comes to my aid. I remember the answer that Krishna gives to the warrior Arjuna, when the latter loses heart before a decisive battle, throws down his arms, and says that it is not right to take part in a battle that will culminate in the death of his brother. Krishna says, more or less: ‘Do you really think you can kill anyone? Your hand is My hand, and it was already written that everything you are doing would be done. No one kills and no one dies.’
Encouraged by this recollection, I pick up my spear again, attack the weeds I did not invite to grow in my garden, and am left with this morning’s one lesson: when something undesirable grows in my soul, I ask God to give me the same courage mercilessly to pluck it out.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
ZZJ & PJL
I cant help it but I wanna post this pic of you and me here! How many years have we been together? I have lost count! Every time I meet you, it felt like a newly dating couple! LOL!
Dear ZZJ..............congrats to you getting a licence to driving around on the road and becoming an official road harzard!!! From now I shall stay home, not even wanting to be a pedestrain walking on the road in case I meet you on the same street. Hahahaha!
(ZZJ acting cute...)Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Self-less love...
I was watching this programme on Channel 8 last night, with tears swelling up and streaming down uncontrollably.
Yesterday, the episode talked about a family, with a disabled daughter and how they have never given up on making her well again. An incident totally changed the life of this young girl (is her name Wanying?), whom I believe she is about my age. She has an elder sis, who has always been close to her and always been hoping that her sister will recover again. Even though the elder sis has gotten married, you can still see in her eyes, that kind of connection/worry/concern she has with/for her family.
It really pains my heart when during the interview, Wanying was seen choking on her food because she do not know how to swallow. Then another scene was, when Wanying’s father saw something amiss and swiftly carried his daughter onto the sofa when she suddenly had a fit. Everyone stood firmly on the ground helplessly not knowing how to react or help. I guess the sight has shocked the helpers and even the hosts of the show. Then after that, the father took a nap not very far away from Wanying (who was lying on the sofa looking around) and he softly placed his hand on her forehead so that if the slightest help she ever needs, he would be able to react immediately.
Some charitable ones donated a wheel chair and wearable support while the helpers cleaned up the whole house for them, fitting some new furniture, kitchen cabinets; vacuum the dirty mattress where bugs were running around on it. Then there was this 60 year old auntie who helped to clean and scrub the kitchen all by herself and her conversation with one of the hosts makes me feel so heartwarming.
The whole show was full of emotional challenge and you just can’t help tearing (even my dad was wiping off his tear silently behind my back)
Have you ever loved anyone self-lessly?
Yesterday, the episode talked about a family, with a disabled daughter and how they have never given up on making her well again. An incident totally changed the life of this young girl (is her name Wanying?), whom I believe she is about my age. She has an elder sis, who has always been close to her and always been hoping that her sister will recover again. Even though the elder sis has gotten married, you can still see in her eyes, that kind of connection/worry/concern she has with/for her family.
It really pains my heart when during the interview, Wanying was seen choking on her food because she do not know how to swallow. Then another scene was, when Wanying’s father saw something amiss and swiftly carried his daughter onto the sofa when she suddenly had a fit. Everyone stood firmly on the ground helplessly not knowing how to react or help. I guess the sight has shocked the helpers and even the hosts of the show. Then after that, the father took a nap not very far away from Wanying (who was lying on the sofa looking around) and he softly placed his hand on her forehead so that if the slightest help she ever needs, he would be able to react immediately.
Some charitable ones donated a wheel chair and wearable support while the helpers cleaned up the whole house for them, fitting some new furniture, kitchen cabinets; vacuum the dirty mattress where bugs were running around on it. Then there was this 60 year old auntie who helped to clean and scrub the kitchen all by herself and her conversation with one of the hosts makes me feel so heartwarming.
The whole show was full of emotional challenge and you just can’t help tearing (even my dad was wiping off his tear silently behind my back)
Have you ever loved anyone self-lessly?
Have you ever been thankful for all that you already have?
Have you ever been thankful when you look at your pair of hands, with five fingers attached on each hand, and each of them is able to dance with agility?
Have you ever been thankful for having a working brain, which was able to think and process then make your limbs react?
Have you ever also be thankful that you are born with a pair of eyes, although they may not be big and nice, with double eyelid and long lashes, but you are able to see everything ahead of you because of them?
Have you ever wonder how fortunate we have been all these while for having an abled body which we always been taken for granted and always finding fault of the imperfection when you compare yourself with the fashion models in the magazines, the next famous korean idol you see on tv or even to a mannequin in the window display?
Have you ever been thankful for all that you already have?
Have you ever been thankful for having a working brain, which was able to think and process then make your limbs react?
Have you ever also be thankful that you are born with a pair of eyes, although they may not be big and nice, with double eyelid and long lashes, but you are able to see everything ahead of you because of them?
Have you ever wonder how fortunate we have been all these while for having an abled body which we always been taken for granted and always finding fault of the imperfection when you compare yourself with the fashion models in the magazines, the next famous korean idol you see on tv or even to a mannequin in the window display?
Have you ever been thankful for all that you already have?
Friday, November 07, 2008
I sent the email on Thu, 6 Nov 2008 12:55:28 then I got the reply on the same day:
(FROM MP)
Date: Thu, 6 Nov 2008 14:29:16
Dear Ms Yap,
Thank you for your email. Allow the Town Council to look into the issues you have raised and revert to you.
Best regards XXX,
Senior Counsel
Senior Partner
After this reply, on the same day (evening) after work, I was opening my letter box and then to my surprise, a dustbin was replaced. This is about 5 hrs after I sent out my email.
(FROM MY TOWN COUNCIL)
Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2008 08:26:02
Dear Ms XXX
Thank you very much for all your feedbacks.
We have investigated into all the points raised and wish to inform that a new dustbin is already placed at the letter box area of Block XXX.
As for the loitering of foreign workers at your block posing a security problem we will forward your concern to the Police to look into.
With regard to the urination in lifts and the litering of the lift cars, we have instructed our cleaners to step up the cleaning of the lift cars and the lift lobby. We will monitor the cleaning closely. At the same time we will sent circulars to residents of the block advising them not to dirty the lifts.
The block signage facing the PIE was fixed by HDB when the building was completed in 1986. To relocate the whole signage together with the electrical wiring to face the car park, we have to study the feasibility and will let you know the outcome later.
We have also look into your request for more lights at Prime Supermarket area and wish to inform that there are sufficient lightings provided and together with the shops lightings the place is sufficiently lighted.
We wish to assure you that those areas under town council we will put in our utmost to improve the cleaniless and those that is outside town council jurisdiction like the footpath along XXX Street XXX between the Sport Stadium and Caltex petrol station we will refer to NEA to follow up. As for the security matter we will forward your feedbacks to the Police to look into.
We appreciate it very much for your concern of the general well being of the estates and your various suggestions for improvements. If you need any further clarifications please call me at Tel No XXX
Regards,
XXX PROPERTY MANAGER
XXX TOWN COUNCIL
CC. NEA , Police (XXX)
(FROM NEA)
Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2008 09:07:00
Dear Ms XXX,
Thank you for your email.We are now looking into your feedback and will respond to you shortly.
Please call me or email Contact_NEA@nea.gov.sg again if NEA can be of further service.
Sincerely,
XXX
Customer Service Officer
National Environment Agency Call Centre
(MY REPLY TO ALL)
Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2008 09:49:05 +0800
Morning Poh Wah
Yes, I saw the dustbin yesterday evening.
Just for info, the block signage I am referring to, are the new yellow ones which I believe they are not fixed in 1986 (Please see attached pics for my explanation). In fact, the yellow block signage that is fixed on my block and facing the PIE, is completely block by the trees. It is a waste of electricity especially when it lights up every evening but does not serve its purpose at all.
I agree that XXX Town Council (XXTC) will make the most effort in improving our neighborhood and those areas that I have pointed which are not under the XXTC's purview, are beyond your control.
Nevertheless, I thank you for your thorough explanation and Ms XXX for her swift reply. Lastly, I sincerely thank Mr XXX for forwarding my email to the relevant parties for follow ups.
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Best regards
Ms XXX
(FROM MP)
Date: Thu, 6 Nov 2008 14:29:16
Dear Ms Yap,
Thank you for your email. Allow the Town Council to look into the issues you have raised and revert to you.
Best regards XXX,
Senior Counsel
Senior Partner
After this reply, on the same day (evening) after work, I was opening my letter box and then to my surprise, a dustbin was replaced. This is about 5 hrs after I sent out my email.
(FROM MY TOWN COUNCIL)
Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2008 08:26:02
Dear Ms XXX
Thank you very much for all your feedbacks.
We have investigated into all the points raised and wish to inform that a new dustbin is already placed at the letter box area of Block XXX.
As for the loitering of foreign workers at your block posing a security problem we will forward your concern to the Police to look into.
With regard to the urination in lifts and the litering of the lift cars, we have instructed our cleaners to step up the cleaning of the lift cars and the lift lobby. We will monitor the cleaning closely. At the same time we will sent circulars to residents of the block advising them not to dirty the lifts.
The block signage facing the PIE was fixed by HDB when the building was completed in 1986. To relocate the whole signage together with the electrical wiring to face the car park, we have to study the feasibility and will let you know the outcome later.
We have also look into your request for more lights at Prime Supermarket area and wish to inform that there are sufficient lightings provided and together with the shops lightings the place is sufficiently lighted.
We wish to assure you that those areas under town council we will put in our utmost to improve the cleaniless and those that is outside town council jurisdiction like the footpath along XXX Street XXX between the Sport Stadium and Caltex petrol station we will refer to NEA to follow up. As for the security matter we will forward your feedbacks to the Police to look into.
We appreciate it very much for your concern of the general well being of the estates and your various suggestions for improvements. If you need any further clarifications please call me at Tel No XXX
Regards,
XXX PROPERTY MANAGER
XXX TOWN COUNCIL
CC. NEA , Police (XXX)
(FROM NEA)
Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2008 09:07:00
Dear Ms XXX,
Thank you for your email.We are now looking into your feedback and will respond to you shortly.
Please call me or email Contact_NEA@nea.gov.sg again if NEA can be of further service.
Sincerely,
XXX
Customer Service Officer
National Environment Agency Call Centre
(MY REPLY TO ALL)
Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2008 09:49:05 +0800
Morning Poh Wah
Yes, I saw the dustbin yesterday evening.
Just for info, the block signage I am referring to, are the new yellow ones which I believe they are not fixed in 1986 (Please see attached pics for my explanation). In fact, the yellow block signage that is fixed on my block and facing the PIE, is completely block by the trees. It is a waste of electricity especially when it lights up every evening but does not serve its purpose at all.
I agree that XXX Town Council (XXTC) will make the most effort in improving our neighborhood and those areas that I have pointed which are not under the XXTC's purview, are beyond your control.
Nevertheless, I thank you for your thorough explanation and Ms XXX for her swift reply. Lastly, I sincerely thank Mr XXX for forwarding my email to the relevant parties for follow ups.
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Best regards
Ms XXX
Thursday, November 06, 2008
A letter to the MP
To MP of XXX GRC
Please allow me to bring your attention to the following pointers:
1) Replacement of burnt dustbin
Sometime ago, the one and only dustbin placed next to the letterbox at Block XXX was burnt completely. I believe it has been two or three months and up to now, there is no replacement for a new dustbin. Litters were seen placed or lying around the corner of the letterbox. And when the strong wind blows, papers, boxes, plastic bags can be seen lying around everywhere at void deck. May I request the relevant dept to replace a new dustbin at our block?
2) Loitering foreign workers
There has been an increase of foreign workers loitering around at the void deck of my block. Many times during the late evenings, they were seen appearing suddenly from the back of the lift lobby, adjusting their sarongs or zippers which I believe, they have just urinated at the dark corner behind the lift lobby.
Once, I was sitting at the void deck waiting for my friend to pick me up, there was one foreign worker who walked passed me and stared at me. Then he was on the phone talking to someone. Minutes later, another foreign worker came down from the lift and walked slowly and near me to have a closer look, and then chatted with the 1st foreign worker who had earlier stared at me. It was about 9pm on a week day. This has post some fear and disgusted me a lot. At that time, it was just me and there were about three or four foreign workers at the void deck. This is only one of the encounters.
I have also seen some of them, drinking bottles of beer, chatted loudly at the void deck using their mobile phones and because their loud voice has echoed, this has caused disturbance to the neighbors staying at 2nd level onwards.
There is this mini playground between Block XXX and XXX which were usually in total pitch darkness after 10:00/11:00pm onwards. There were times when I walked back home from that direction and got a fright when I suddenly saw dark shadowed figurines from the playground. The foreign workers have been sitting at the playground under the circumstances of total pitch darkness, drinking their bottles of beers.
There were also some early evenings when I see some young children playing at the playground and the group of foreign workers scattered around chatting, drinking, and watching. This, has not once, but a few times worries me of the safety of the young children, women and even myself who are staying around this neighborhood.
3) Urination in the lifts
There has been an increase in the un-cleanliness of the lifts for the past 6 months. We either see spats of saliva or phlegm, pool of water, or dried up urination which gives off bad smell in the lifts.
While I trust that the town council has always been faithfully taking care of the cleanliness of our living environment in the estate, I agree these bad habits come from the inconsiderate residents who are my neighbors. May I suggest increasing the frequency of mopping or cleaning of the lifts since it’s a common area shared by all the residents?
4) Block signage for Block XXX
If you can, please send someone to take a look at the signage of Block XXX. This signage is placed facing the PIE expressway, somewhere behind the lift lobby. The purpose of block signage is for visitors to easily identify the blocks of flats in an unfamiliar neighborhood.
From the carpark entrance turning in into my block, you can see clearly the brightly lit block signage for Block XXX and XXX in the days or evenings.
But there were times, when I have visitors or has called for cab, they always miss my block simply because the block signage for my block is placed facing the expressway instead of anywhere visible to vehicles turning in from the entrance car park. No one can see that except the driving pass vehicles along the expressway.
May I suggest that the signage to be placed somewhere visible to the turning in vehicle from the view of the car park entrance?
5) Central (the area near Prime Super mart)
There is this common walking space directly outside Prime Super Mart which was renovated during the recent years which I believe, with the interest to make a better neighborhood for the residents.
But, over the years, I have also seen that these facilities have been “taken over” and occupied by the many foreign workers who simply can sit there for the whole night away instead of giving it up to the more needy (old people, small children, pregnant ladies or residents with heavy bulky groceries who needs to rest their feet). Many of them stood around or sit on the ground in clutters outside the open space in front of Prime Super Mart chatting, watching and drinking.
I have since stop going to the central since a few years back after the place seems to be overwhelmed with these groups of workers because besides being stared at, there was once when a group of them walked passed me and I felt an arm brushed against my back. The space outside Prime Super Mart was not brightly lit as well. May I suggest to installing more lampposts around the dark spots in the neighborhood areas?
6) The walking paths between Sports Stadium and Caltex Station
I jog around my estate around 7:30pm to 8pm on some week days and my route usually starts from XXX Primary to XXX. Through my journey, I will run pass this playground near the Caltex Petrol Station and again, I will see groups of workers loitering around in the badly lit playground. Sometimes, I may even see one or two of them zipping down their flies and releasing their urine near a bush in the public. It is quite a common sight sad to say.
Over the years, I have seen the efforts from the town council in making our neighborhood a convenient and homely place to stay in through successful upgrading projects but I regret to say, the cleanliness of the neighborhood and efforts to upholding a safe environment, seems to have downgraded.
Because of all these social issues, my family members and I have since restricted our movements around the estates for fear of our own safety and in order to avoid unnecessary troubles. I can’t imagine every few meters around me, were pools of dried up urines (imagine the stench of smell), and constantly living in doubts that whether there will be any fights around me after they got drunk in the public.
While I am fine with sharing a common environment with my neighbors (whether they are foreign workers or not) my point is, it’s all our responsibility to keep a clean living environment and everyone has a fair share and rights to enjoy the neighborhood we live in don't you agree?
May I suggest to the Town Council, to look into these pointers that I have raised and assist us to making our living environment a better place to stay. Probably more policing patrols, giving out of pamphlets what are the do’s and don’ts in the public and more posters to be pasted around the void decks?
Singapore is after all, a fine city and rules should be abided by all. Thank you.
Please allow me to bring your attention to the following pointers:
1) Replacement of burnt dustbin
Sometime ago, the one and only dustbin placed next to the letterbox at Block XXX was burnt completely. I believe it has been two or three months and up to now, there is no replacement for a new dustbin. Litters were seen placed or lying around the corner of the letterbox. And when the strong wind blows, papers, boxes, plastic bags can be seen lying around everywhere at void deck. May I request the relevant dept to replace a new dustbin at our block?
2) Loitering foreign workers
There has been an increase of foreign workers loitering around at the void deck of my block. Many times during the late evenings, they were seen appearing suddenly from the back of the lift lobby, adjusting their sarongs or zippers which I believe, they have just urinated at the dark corner behind the lift lobby.
Once, I was sitting at the void deck waiting for my friend to pick me up, there was one foreign worker who walked passed me and stared at me. Then he was on the phone talking to someone. Minutes later, another foreign worker came down from the lift and walked slowly and near me to have a closer look, and then chatted with the 1st foreign worker who had earlier stared at me. It was about 9pm on a week day. This has post some fear and disgusted me a lot. At that time, it was just me and there were about three or four foreign workers at the void deck. This is only one of the encounters.
I have also seen some of them, drinking bottles of beer, chatted loudly at the void deck using their mobile phones and because their loud voice has echoed, this has caused disturbance to the neighbors staying at 2nd level onwards.
There is this mini playground between Block XXX and XXX which were usually in total pitch darkness after 10:00/11:00pm onwards. There were times when I walked back home from that direction and got a fright when I suddenly saw dark shadowed figurines from the playground. The foreign workers have been sitting at the playground under the circumstances of total pitch darkness, drinking their bottles of beers.
There were also some early evenings when I see some young children playing at the playground and the group of foreign workers scattered around chatting, drinking, and watching. This, has not once, but a few times worries me of the safety of the young children, women and even myself who are staying around this neighborhood.
3) Urination in the lifts
There has been an increase in the un-cleanliness of the lifts for the past 6 months. We either see spats of saliva or phlegm, pool of water, or dried up urination which gives off bad smell in the lifts.
While I trust that the town council has always been faithfully taking care of the cleanliness of our living environment in the estate, I agree these bad habits come from the inconsiderate residents who are my neighbors. May I suggest increasing the frequency of mopping or cleaning of the lifts since it’s a common area shared by all the residents?
4) Block signage for Block XXX
If you can, please send someone to take a look at the signage of Block XXX. This signage is placed facing the PIE expressway, somewhere behind the lift lobby. The purpose of block signage is for visitors to easily identify the blocks of flats in an unfamiliar neighborhood.
From the carpark entrance turning in into my block, you can see clearly the brightly lit block signage for Block XXX and XXX in the days or evenings.
But there were times, when I have visitors or has called for cab, they always miss my block simply because the block signage for my block is placed facing the expressway instead of anywhere visible to vehicles turning in from the entrance car park. No one can see that except the driving pass vehicles along the expressway.
May I suggest that the signage to be placed somewhere visible to the turning in vehicle from the view of the car park entrance?
5) Central (the area near Prime Super mart)
There is this common walking space directly outside Prime Super Mart which was renovated during the recent years which I believe, with the interest to make a better neighborhood for the residents.
But, over the years, I have also seen that these facilities have been “taken over” and occupied by the many foreign workers who simply can sit there for the whole night away instead of giving it up to the more needy (old people, small children, pregnant ladies or residents with heavy bulky groceries who needs to rest their feet). Many of them stood around or sit on the ground in clutters outside the open space in front of Prime Super Mart chatting, watching and drinking.
I have since stop going to the central since a few years back after the place seems to be overwhelmed with these groups of workers because besides being stared at, there was once when a group of them walked passed me and I felt an arm brushed against my back. The space outside Prime Super Mart was not brightly lit as well. May I suggest to installing more lampposts around the dark spots in the neighborhood areas?
6) The walking paths between Sports Stadium and Caltex Station
I jog around my estate around 7:30pm to 8pm on some week days and my route usually starts from XXX Primary to XXX. Through my journey, I will run pass this playground near the Caltex Petrol Station and again, I will see groups of workers loitering around in the badly lit playground. Sometimes, I may even see one or two of them zipping down their flies and releasing their urine near a bush in the public. It is quite a common sight sad to say.
Over the years, I have seen the efforts from the town council in making our neighborhood a convenient and homely place to stay in through successful upgrading projects but I regret to say, the cleanliness of the neighborhood and efforts to upholding a safe environment, seems to have downgraded.
Because of all these social issues, my family members and I have since restricted our movements around the estates for fear of our own safety and in order to avoid unnecessary troubles. I can’t imagine every few meters around me, were pools of dried up urines (imagine the stench of smell), and constantly living in doubts that whether there will be any fights around me after they got drunk in the public.
While I am fine with sharing a common environment with my neighbors (whether they are foreign workers or not) my point is, it’s all our responsibility to keep a clean living environment and everyone has a fair share and rights to enjoy the neighborhood we live in don't you agree?
May I suggest to the Town Council, to look into these pointers that I have raised and assist us to making our living environment a better place to stay. Probably more policing patrols, giving out of pamphlets what are the do’s and don’ts in the public and more posters to be pasted around the void decks?
Singapore is after all, a fine city and rules should be abided by all. Thank you.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Sore losers are all around me - part two
xxx commented:
fine.... since this is what u think so, so be it ...im juz acting according to zzj's comments... "stop bothering her"wow, since when i am bothering u ??? tell me... i sent u the email pass, its not becos i wanna draw lines clear... its becos according to what u've said...u're 'attached' alrdy.. and perhaps ur 'partner' might not like somebody uploading photos for u...
ps : zzj, i've stop bothering her alrdy... why is she still writing such bad things about me .... women are so un-predictable !!!
My explanation:
Looking the strings of smses and calls everyday are more than enough. And you and I know the contents of these messages.
Despite facts that I have said “it’s not convenient to CHIT CHAT while I am at work”, you still call. Although I am almost a full time msn login user, I aint really a full time chatter.
Despite the fact that I told you stop calling me those “XXX, XXX” you will still continue doing after my reminder slipped your mind.
Despite the fact that I apologised over that Avenue Q issue which I don’t think I actually need to becos seriously speaking, I have a choice, deciding to watching with whoever. But I apologized to you becos it really slipped my mind. I don’t have to necessary do my EVERYTHING with you nor anyone. I can’t possibly go out every time with you after work. I need time to have my own space, even if it means stoning in front of the TV set watching the Indian news, it is my choice.
I have no other choices becos I have told you not once, but a couple of times how I felt. But you said even if it’s one sided, you wanna try. To the point that I totally give up in making you understand how I feel, so when you asked me, I told you “I am working things out with someone else”. This is to stop you from making all those advances. Your strings of reactions were almost immediate after I said. Don’t you agree? And it seems to work, except that I never expected those extreme reactions.
The wine, forget about it, treat it as I never help you to buy. Have I asked you for payment 1st before I buy it on your behalf? Have I been so kay gao with you or any of yous who is reading this entry? Minus the 4D ($5.60) from your movie ticket I once paid ($10.00), by right you still owe me $4.40 but its oke. So how do you feel now? I sound childish right? I sound like a loser right? I sound like a miser right? It pisses right?
That’s how I felt when you did that to me, dropping me off from the “Friends for sale” (I know it sounds childish, but that’s how childish you behave in the 1st place. Its not becos this “Friend for sale” application means a lot to me but it reflects exactly your behavior), throwing back the painting website to me knowing it’s useless/no value/pointless to maintain it for me. That shows how genuine you have been in wanting to help someone.
That website, I don’t need, I told you before it won’t work. I won’t update in fact I will delete it when I have the time to. Thank you for making me realizes what a true friend I had. I thought we can still be friends… I think and I thought and I confirm I am wrong...
Women aint really unpredictable, maybe you are too young to catch the tell tales signs. And why I started that blog entry is simply becos of those behaviors from you which pissed me damn off. And I was still feeling pissed over the last weekend thinking, why my friend become like that?!
I have ever encountered ppl like that but this was the most extreme I really felt damn pissed about. And that is why I blog about it.
And I still want to protect your anonymity here in my blog. Thus, created a separate entry instead of pasting your comment with your name on it, plus I am very long winded. So paste in a new entry its easier to read.
Nevertheless, I am glad you finally let go of me. Told you, I aint suitable.
fine.... since this is what u think so, so be it ...im juz acting according to zzj's comments... "stop bothering her"wow, since when i am bothering u ??? tell me... i sent u the email pass, its not becos i wanna draw lines clear... its becos according to what u've said...u're 'attached' alrdy.. and perhaps ur 'partner' might not like somebody uploading photos for u...
ps : zzj, i've stop bothering her alrdy... why is she still writing such bad things about me .... women are so un-predictable !!!
My explanation:
Looking the strings of smses and calls everyday are more than enough. And you and I know the contents of these messages.
Despite facts that I have said “it’s not convenient to CHIT CHAT while I am at work”, you still call. Although I am almost a full time msn login user, I aint really a full time chatter.
Despite the fact that I told you stop calling me those “XXX, XXX” you will still continue doing after my reminder slipped your mind.
Despite the fact that I apologised over that Avenue Q issue which I don’t think I actually need to becos seriously speaking, I have a choice, deciding to watching with whoever. But I apologized to you becos it really slipped my mind. I don’t have to necessary do my EVERYTHING with you nor anyone. I can’t possibly go out every time with you after work. I need time to have my own space, even if it means stoning in front of the TV set watching the Indian news, it is my choice.
I have no other choices becos I have told you not once, but a couple of times how I felt. But you said even if it’s one sided, you wanna try. To the point that I totally give up in making you understand how I feel, so when you asked me, I told you “I am working things out with someone else”. This is to stop you from making all those advances. Your strings of reactions were almost immediate after I said. Don’t you agree? And it seems to work, except that I never expected those extreme reactions.
The wine, forget about it, treat it as I never help you to buy. Have I asked you for payment 1st before I buy it on your behalf? Have I been so kay gao with you or any of yous who is reading this entry? Minus the 4D ($5.60) from your movie ticket I once paid ($10.00), by right you still owe me $4.40 but its oke. So how do you feel now? I sound childish right? I sound like a loser right? I sound like a miser right? It pisses right?
That’s how I felt when you did that to me, dropping me off from the “Friends for sale” (I know it sounds childish, but that’s how childish you behave in the 1st place. Its not becos this “Friend for sale” application means a lot to me but it reflects exactly your behavior), throwing back the painting website to me knowing it’s useless/no value/pointless to maintain it for me. That shows how genuine you have been in wanting to help someone.
That website, I don’t need, I told you before it won’t work. I won’t update in fact I will delete it when I have the time to. Thank you for making me realizes what a true friend I had. I thought we can still be friends… I think and I thought and I confirm I am wrong...
Women aint really unpredictable, maybe you are too young to catch the tell tales signs. And why I started that blog entry is simply becos of those behaviors from you which pissed me damn off. And I was still feeling pissed over the last weekend thinking, why my friend become like that?!
I have ever encountered ppl like that but this was the most extreme I really felt damn pissed about. And that is why I blog about it.
And I still want to protect your anonymity here in my blog. Thus, created a separate entry instead of pasting your comment with your name on it, plus I am very long winded. So paste in a new entry its easier to read.
Nevertheless, I am glad you finally let go of me. Told you, I aint suitable.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Dresses for the wedding
Finally get to do the alteration for the bride maid’s gown. Opps! I guess I never mention about this anywhere in in blog entry? Well! My sis is getting married this dec! And since things are more or less finalized, let’s just say, she has come to the near completion of this “big project” very soon.
The bus ride was pretty much a headache because of this group of students talking and talking and talking nonstop throughout the whole journey about hair style. “Which hair style should I cut?”
You know? Those kind of girly conversations with pinches of giggles and boring jokes which are not funny at all but to them it’s hilarious.
Then I boarded the train, took out my book and started reading, with my back facing the crowd. Smell of stale urine and smelly feet tainted my nostril hair and I was struggling to read, breath, and avoiding smelling.
Strangers look and stare then looked away when you met their eyes then stare and look again when you look away. This is a common sight when you take the train and “trapped” in the cabin until you reached your destination.
The ride seems to take forever. But of cos its much faster than taking cabs which usually are caught in the jam during the peak hours.
By the time I reached Raffles Hall, it is already 7:15pm. I made my way to Blum at UOB centre straight away, and got my alterations done. Blum always has been well known to me, for their hardcore praises and pushy sales gimmicks. But the Blum here has a way for its customer. They won’t force you to buy, but they get you clothes to try. “Just try”. And that’s when many of the girls wore the dresses, came out from the dressing room, and praises were heard and so they started swapping their cards.
After trying the bride’s maid dress which sis has already paid for for the 5 of us, we stayed there for a while looking for my dinner dress, while sis shopped for some work clothings.
It caught my eyes when I saw this familiar cut. Then I recall seeing this BCBG dress at Hong Kong but the color was in black and white. This one at Blum comes with a swirl of white, pearl and mixture of beige brown, and according to the Sales Manager (which I suppose he is) this dress came only in the afternoon, and I happen to be the 1st person who tried it on. Well, I can’t deny the fact that I do get my feet swept off the ground and after much thought, taking into consideration that time is drawing nearer and after talking to sis, we finally decide to get that dress.
Now that the bride’s maids dresses are confirm, and I just ordered the catering from Chili Padi, sis still have get her house reno to be done, invitation cards to send out, RSVPS to be collated, cakes to be delivered, stuff to be shifted, some little more decisions to be made here and there, I guess, most imptly, be ready to be a radiant bride!
The BCBG Bride's Maid Dress!
and the other one from BCBG for the banquet :)
The bus ride was pretty much a headache because of this group of students talking and talking and talking nonstop throughout the whole journey about hair style. “Which hair style should I cut?”
You know? Those kind of girly conversations with pinches of giggles and boring jokes which are not funny at all but to them it’s hilarious.
Then I boarded the train, took out my book and started reading, with my back facing the crowd. Smell of stale urine and smelly feet tainted my nostril hair and I was struggling to read, breath, and avoiding smelling.
Strangers look and stare then looked away when you met their eyes then stare and look again when you look away. This is a common sight when you take the train and “trapped” in the cabin until you reached your destination.
The ride seems to take forever. But of cos its much faster than taking cabs which usually are caught in the jam during the peak hours.
By the time I reached Raffles Hall, it is already 7:15pm. I made my way to Blum at UOB centre straight away, and got my alterations done. Blum always has been well known to me, for their hardcore praises and pushy sales gimmicks. But the Blum here has a way for its customer. They won’t force you to buy, but they get you clothes to try. “Just try”. And that’s when many of the girls wore the dresses, came out from the dressing room, and praises were heard and so they started swapping their cards.
After trying the bride’s maid dress which sis has already paid for for the 5 of us, we stayed there for a while looking for my dinner dress, while sis shopped for some work clothings.
It caught my eyes when I saw this familiar cut. Then I recall seeing this BCBG dress at Hong Kong but the color was in black and white. This one at Blum comes with a swirl of white, pearl and mixture of beige brown, and according to the Sales Manager (which I suppose he is) this dress came only in the afternoon, and I happen to be the 1st person who tried it on. Well, I can’t deny the fact that I do get my feet swept off the ground and after much thought, taking into consideration that time is drawing nearer and after talking to sis, we finally decide to get that dress.
Now that the bride’s maids dresses are confirm, and I just ordered the catering from Chili Padi, sis still have get her house reno to be done, invitation cards to send out, RSVPS to be collated, cakes to be delivered, stuff to be shifted, some little more decisions to be made here and there, I guess, most imptly, be ready to be a radiant bride!
The BCBG Bride's Maid Dress!
and the other one from BCBG for the banquet :)
Monday, November 03, 2008
A friendship I finally see the light
MIUMIU"S WORD: “Friendships aint an investment, you don’t expect returns at the end of the day. Friendships are like a charity organization, giving and non profitable.”
Ppl who help others, with the mindset of thinking of reaping returns at the end of the day, will never be a happy person. Becos they always expect others to appreciates, to repay, to be thankful for what they did. And how can one appreciates other’s help when one knows it’s a motive? How can we treat such help and concern with grateful and appreciation?
Why are these ppl always thinking of helping others for something in return instead of understanding the blessing they have of being capable to help others?
And that is why I can never be fully appreciative of what others do for me, don’t blame me. Blame it on your expectations of reaping something in return, which makes your helping hand more like a pair of hands curving inwards to protect and love and hug your own self. Its all about you, never about me.
Ppl who help others, with the mindset of thinking of reaping returns at the end of the day, will never be a happy person. Becos they always expect others to appreciates, to repay, to be thankful for what they did. And how can one appreciates other’s help when one knows it’s a motive? How can we treat such help and concern with grateful and appreciation?
Why are these ppl always thinking of helping others for something in return instead of understanding the blessing they have of being capable to help others?
And that is why I can never be fully appreciative of what others do for me, don’t blame me. Blame it on your expectations of reaping something in return, which makes your helping hand more like a pair of hands curving inwards to protect and love and hug your own self. Its all about you, never about me.
SORE LOSERS ARE ALL AROUND ME!
Don insist on helping me this and that when you think you stand a chance to impress me or move my heart with your gestures, and then when you finally get the message that no matter what you do, I won’t consider you, and you started to draw that line between you and me so clearly like we weren’t even friends.
In the 1st place, I never insist on getting any help, nor wanted any from you. You insisted on helping, posting, and now that you know you won’t stand a chance, you threw me the password and username of the website, asking me to load the pics myself the next time. Then, suddenly every cents count.
Have I ever count for every movie tickets I bought? Have I count for every drinks or food? Have I asked for the money 1st before I help you to purchase your wine? As a friend, I spare a thought for your feelings and explained myself every time which I don’t think I actually have to becos you aint my bf. But I did that becos I know how you feel for me, and I have to spare a thought for your feelings.
Have I ever been so calculative? Even though as friends I won’t want to calculate all these misc stuffs. I hate it when ppl become (ACT TO BE) so caring and understanding and concern and sincere FOR ME, FOR MY WELL BEING all just becos they think/assume they may stand a chance, and when they finally realize they won’t ever get a chance, their true self revealed and started becoming an “accountant” and counted every single cent and helps they have given to me.
And I thought I found another confidant who is mature enough to share problems with and understands me. I thought you always say “whatever you have in mind, tell me, I wanna know and share with you” and I thought it was true and I thought you can handle it well until the point when you used those things I told you, back at me. It just disappoints me.
And that’s why I always think you ppl are god damn fking childish and the worst is refusing to admit and become such a sore loser you don’t even know!
It’s not that I can’t live with PPL HELPING ME, but it’s about the HYPOCRITICAL ACTS which I already sensed yet ppl still live in denial, only when I firmly rejected them, then their true selves reveal!!!
SORE LOSERS ARE ALL AROUND ME! DON’T ASSUME YOU HELP ME MEANS YOU OWN ME!
In the 1st place, I never insist on getting any help, nor wanted any from you. You insisted on helping, posting, and now that you know you won’t stand a chance, you threw me the password and username of the website, asking me to load the pics myself the next time. Then, suddenly every cents count.
Have I ever count for every movie tickets I bought? Have I count for every drinks or food? Have I asked for the money 1st before I help you to purchase your wine? As a friend, I spare a thought for your feelings and explained myself every time which I don’t think I actually have to becos you aint my bf. But I did that becos I know how you feel for me, and I have to spare a thought for your feelings.
Have I ever been so calculative? Even though as friends I won’t want to calculate all these misc stuffs. I hate it when ppl become (ACT TO BE) so caring and understanding and concern and sincere FOR ME, FOR MY WELL BEING all just becos they think/assume they may stand a chance, and when they finally realize they won’t ever get a chance, their true self revealed and started becoming an “accountant” and counted every single cent and helps they have given to me.
And I thought I found another confidant who is mature enough to share problems with and understands me. I thought you always say “whatever you have in mind, tell me, I wanna know and share with you” and I thought it was true and I thought you can handle it well until the point when you used those things I told you, back at me. It just disappoints me.
And that’s why I always think you ppl are god damn fking childish and the worst is refusing to admit and become such a sore loser you don’t even know!
It’s not that I can’t live with PPL HELPING ME, but it’s about the HYPOCRITICAL ACTS which I already sensed yet ppl still live in denial, only when I firmly rejected them, then their true selves reveal!!!
SORE LOSERS ARE ALL AROUND ME! DON’T ASSUME YOU HELP ME MEANS YOU OWN ME!
Chicken Curry Recipe!
Today I am going to teach you how to cook chicken curry. I always thought that there will be many complicated steps to cook a pot of nice curry until yesterday, mum told me to try doing it myself.
Below are the basic ingredients you will need:
One fresh chicken from the market (ask the uncle to chop the parts up for you and skin the chicken)
The mix paste of curry powder, chilli paste, onion, etc (you can get it from the indian store seller in the market)
One grinded coconut (add some water to the grinded coconut, squeeze out the juice)
Curry leaves
Potatoes
Salt
Grinded onions
And here are the steps:
Below are the basic ingredients you will need:
One fresh chicken from the market (ask the uncle to chop the parts up for you and skin the chicken)
The mix paste of curry powder, chilli paste, onion, etc (you can get it from the indian store seller in the market)
One grinded coconut (add some water to the grinded coconut, squeeze out the juice)
Curry leaves
Potatoes
Salt
Grinded onions
And here are the steps:
Tala!
Mum always say, "you better learnt it when I am still around" and she always tell us that with a cooking skill, at least we need no depend on others to cook us a meal nor be left hungry and eat those unhealthy food when stays alone.
How true that is....!
Avenue Q!
It sucks to be me! It sucks to be me! It sucks to be YOU! No, it sucks to be Gary Coleman!
I caught Avenue Q last sat with Daniel and I really got to say, it is a crude and hillarious musical play which I enjoyed it very very much.
Personally I love the song "It Sucks to Be Me" and "The Internet Is For Porn" the most.
And throughout the play, there were giggles, burst of laughters and chuckles from most of us.
Below are some descriptions about the characters in the play:
Lucy the Slut - Lucy is the most sought after cabaret singer, but that is not the only thing that the audience is drawn to. She is proud of her hourglass figure and therefore frequently reveals her two biggest friends when she has a chance to.
Kate Monster - Kate monster is sweet, Kate Monster is nice, Kate Monster is kind of pretty. Kate Monster pines for love the most and is a helpless romantic. She hopes to find her true love one day who do not find her hairy.
Nicky - Good hearted Nicky is the perfect opposite of his roommate Rod. He does not iron his underwear and lives life day by day irritating his roommate. He frequently wonders if Rod is gay.
Rod - Rod is boring. He has a boring job (Investment banker) and a boring party inclination (he is a proud republication). He loves all things prim and proper and insists on ironing his underwear.
Princeton - A dreamer of all things perfect when he leaves college. Princeton dreams are dashed when he can’t find a job to supplement his dwindling bank account.
Trekkie Monster - An observer of all things naked, Trekkie stays at home most of the time to observe the newest images from the internet. Occasionally, he pops out to convince others that internet is better used for porn. (PORN! PORN! PORN!)
It sucka sucka sucka sucka sucka sucka to be YOU!
Catch it when you can!
I caught Avenue Q last sat with Daniel and I really got to say, it is a crude and hillarious musical play which I enjoyed it very very much.
Personally I love the song "It Sucks to Be Me" and "The Internet Is For Porn" the most.
And throughout the play, there were giggles, burst of laughters and chuckles from most of us.
Below are some descriptions about the characters in the play:
Lucy the Slut - Lucy is the most sought after cabaret singer, but that is not the only thing that the audience is drawn to. She is proud of her hourglass figure and therefore frequently reveals her two biggest friends when she has a chance to.
Kate Monster - Kate monster is sweet, Kate Monster is nice, Kate Monster is kind of pretty. Kate Monster pines for love the most and is a helpless romantic. She hopes to find her true love one day who do not find her hairy.
Nicky - Good hearted Nicky is the perfect opposite of his roommate Rod. He does not iron his underwear and lives life day by day irritating his roommate. He frequently wonders if Rod is gay.
Rod - Rod is boring. He has a boring job (Investment banker) and a boring party inclination (he is a proud republication). He loves all things prim and proper and insists on ironing his underwear.
Princeton - A dreamer of all things perfect when he leaves college. Princeton dreams are dashed when he can’t find a job to supplement his dwindling bank account.
Trekkie Monster - An observer of all things naked, Trekkie stays at home most of the time to observe the newest images from the internet. Occasionally, he pops out to convince others that internet is better used for porn. (PORN! PORN! PORN!)
It sucka sucka sucka sucka sucka sucka to be YOU!
Catch it when you can!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
My returned
I just got back from the short trip with sis and her colleagues.Dad and mum drove us to the airport to catch the early 8:30 flight which was so sweet of them. :)
It was indeed quite an enjoyable one except that the weather was not that ideal as I thought it would be. There were many little stores sprouting around the streets. We stayed at Metropark Hotel and started our shopping spree right after putting down our luggages.
We went to a salon, some went there for wash and blow while I did a hair cut and it was just so hard to communicate in cantonese which I finally gave up and flipped thru a magazine to show the stylist that I need to cut my fringe and pointed at the model in the page and said "LEE KOR, FRINGE, CUT" Some how, a chick and a duck, we still manage to understand each other and laughed. At the end, she even gave me her name card written "Miko" and told me to take care. Hehehe!
Then again, we shopped around while sis and the rest did their foot massage. Then we had steamboat together. Throughout the trip was shopping at boutiques, small stores along the streets, sogo and other shopping malls, eat and eat and eat.
While the girls were partying at Lang Kui Fong, I slept in the room (do you believe?? of cos you do!). The 1st night, the group actually left the club without paying for the drinks thinking the other has paid. Of cos, they never returned to the same club again the second night. then on the second night, sis updated me a funny incident of a girl's fight with some stranger yaking her colleague's hair and her colleague returned the stranger with a box on her face and ran off from the club! It was hillarious hearing all the incidents that happened.
We nearly missed our flight on the last day, dropping by Wong Tai Sin Temple to pray. Thank god, lucky enough, we manage to make it to the airport on time.
Then I got something to complain about SQ.... When boarding, trying to squeeze thru the narrow walk way which is meant for one person at a time, this SQ waitress who was standing right in front of me actually bumped herself against me to brush her way through. I thought they should stop and gave way to the passengers who were carrying their bulky hand carries instead of vying for the narrow space? So inconsiderate!
Then, there was this malay sq waitress who never wear her fake smile all the while, greeting the passengers with her chin tilted slightly higher, and looking down, and like we are her students. I asked her for coffee while she was serving the food and she said it will come later. The man behind me also asked for coffee and got the same reply from her. She then turn her head left and right serving the other passengers and when she came back with the coffee tea (or me?) trolley, I am almost done with my food.
Before I could even asked her for the coffee (again), she actually skipped my row! I was so fed up and pissed and she was already far behind. Then I took a nap while waiting for the waiter to clear my table, funny thing is, they cleared the other two passengers on my left, but never clear mine. When I woke up, I saw my food tray was still in sight and called out to the SQ waiter "excuse me" softly. He turned his head and I saw his redden pimpled face and he actually FROWNED, then say "oke". Then he goes-stun (turn back) and took my food tray and gave me a PRETENTIOUS smile.
Then the worst is the announcement which repeats non stop like a nagging machine, their spoken english with weird slang and you just don't understand what the (f) they are about blabbing and I just simply give up and ignore them after some time. Spoiler!
What a great way to fly indeed! Dew Lei! (thats all I know for cantonese) @%#%^$!
It was indeed quite an enjoyable one except that the weather was not that ideal as I thought it would be. There were many little stores sprouting around the streets. We stayed at Metropark Hotel and started our shopping spree right after putting down our luggages.
Sis's colleagues were a bunch of fun people, straight forward and so humorous! I have a good time laughing at them teasing each other and what I enjoyed the most was their company.
There were many big Sasa everywhere which makes you thought you have just seen one a couple of mins ago and there you are, seeing another similar one again!We went to a salon, some went there for wash and blow while I did a hair cut and it was just so hard to communicate in cantonese which I finally gave up and flipped thru a magazine to show the stylist that I need to cut my fringe and pointed at the model in the page and said "LEE KOR, FRINGE, CUT" Some how, a chick and a duck, we still manage to understand each other and laughed. At the end, she even gave me her name card written "Miko" and told me to take care. Hehehe!
Then again, we shopped around while sis and the rest did their foot massage. Then we had steamboat together. Throughout the trip was shopping at boutiques, small stores along the streets, sogo and other shopping malls, eat and eat and eat.
While the girls were partying at Lang Kui Fong, I slept in the room (do you believe?? of cos you do!). The 1st night, the group actually left the club without paying for the drinks thinking the other has paid. Of cos, they never returned to the same club again the second night. then on the second night, sis updated me a funny incident of a girl's fight with some stranger yaking her colleague's hair and her colleague returned the stranger with a box on her face and ran off from the club! It was hillarious hearing all the incidents that happened.
We nearly missed our flight on the last day, dropping by Wong Tai Sin Temple to pray. Thank god, lucky enough, we manage to make it to the airport on time.
Then I got something to complain about SQ.... When boarding, trying to squeeze thru the narrow walk way which is meant for one person at a time, this SQ waitress who was standing right in front of me actually bumped herself against me to brush her way through. I thought they should stop and gave way to the passengers who were carrying their bulky hand carries instead of vying for the narrow space? So inconsiderate!
Then, there was this malay sq waitress who never wear her fake smile all the while, greeting the passengers with her chin tilted slightly higher, and looking down, and like we are her students. I asked her for coffee while she was serving the food and she said it will come later. The man behind me also asked for coffee and got the same reply from her. She then turn her head left and right serving the other passengers and when she came back with the coffee tea (or me?) trolley, I am almost done with my food.
Before I could even asked her for the coffee (again), she actually skipped my row! I was so fed up and pissed and she was already far behind. Then I took a nap while waiting for the waiter to clear my table, funny thing is, they cleared the other two passengers on my left, but never clear mine. When I woke up, I saw my food tray was still in sight and called out to the SQ waiter "excuse me" softly. He turned his head and I saw his redden pimpled face and he actually FROWNED, then say "oke". Then he goes-stun (turn back) and took my food tray and gave me a PRETENTIOUS smile.
Then the worst is the announcement which repeats non stop like a nagging machine, their spoken english with weird slang and you just don't understand what the (f) they are about blabbing and I just simply give up and ignore them after some time. Spoiler!
What a great way to fly indeed! Dew Lei! (thats all I know for cantonese) @%#%^$!
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