Filial Piety

Mum always reminded us about the past, how she treated and attended to us with extreme care and protection when we were small and helpless and now here we are, screaming and shouting at her when we are in disagreement, ignoring her when we are busy typing away on our computer etc etc and the list is never exhausted.

Regardless of how many ridiculous demands and disagreement we have against our parents, or our parents have against us, we still love them as much as they love us. And here's the reason why:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybxNkpS5q-g



But its sad to see that we need to be constantly reminded via campaigns and advertisments about filial piety. What a shame...... :(

Rain Rain.....

It's been raining cats and dogs on and off daily. The recent flood at Orchard serves as a reminder to all of us, citizens and authorities that things like this, do happen in Singapore. I am glad it happened, so as to serve as a wake up call to all of us, not to take safety and natural disasters for granted. I think its time all of us should wake up and seriously have some situation awareness.

Besides the inconvenience it has caused, I still love rainy days.......... :)


The dark gloomy clouds hovering above, letting out pours and pours of rain water...
Minutes later, it gets even more heavier....
Ah....the cold window panel that protects us against the rain. How cosy.......

Non returns givings...

Every time when I walk pass this kampong looking garden fenced up by some green comouflaged wirings, sitting in the middle of our neighbourhood, yes, I simply walk pass it. That is because I dont know if its open to the public or the owner (an old man) will welcome strangers walking in, interrupting his quiet private moment.

Today, I walked passed this Kampong Garden again, but this time, mum encouraged me to take a look inside. With her accompany, we explored this kampong garden for the first time. It was an unexplanable feeling. The feeling of nonchalant and a self of belonging and the fencing actually shield me away from the reality and busy lifestyle.

This garden is man by a retired sinseh who grows all kinds of herbs and will give out to the neighbours as long as you request for it. The mellowed old man looks sincere and real.

There were a few aunties crowding around him asking questions in loud voices but he was absolutely patient. As long as you have a question for him, he will slowly and carefully show you the type of herbs to use. Mum says he don't sell those organic herbs nor accepts gifts from the neighbours. However, we can volunteer to help out at the garden when we are free. It been so long since I last felt sincerity from a total stranger. All you can see in the garden was hope and giving.

Baby, lets go help out one of these days, shall we? :)

Great time spent! :)

Being a super kiasu singaporean, I booked 3 restaurants for our dinner to celebrate father's day. One at Pu Tian, one at a steam boat restaurant and the third one at Zhou Zhuang. In the end we decided to go to Pu Tian since its newly open at Jurong Point and we have so far, not been there for dinner yet. :)

Seriously I dun think the food taste anything specially nice or even filling to our stomach. From cold dish to dessert, I guess there are 7 dishes and the total cost came about 360.

One cold dish, one abalone soup, mian xian, steam fish, vegetable, fried topioca, and red bean dessert. Do you think this worth 360?

Nevertheless, we had a great family time together, happy conversation, coincidentally met our old nieghbours in the same restaurant, and after that we went groceries shopping together. Simple yet enjoyable.

How much does this cost? Priceless... :)

Mum's love

My mum's love to us, is always shown through constant nagging and loud amplified voice across the 97sqm house but as if we are living in a maisonette and few kilometers apart. Some mornings, while I am dressing up and putting on my make up hurriedly in my bedroom, she would walked in and sit on the floor and start talking, unaffected by the time on the clock and my absence in listening to what she is blabbing about though physically next to her.

Sometimes, she will rush back from marketing just to catch me before I leave the house for work, so that she can pass me the wanton noodles for my breakfast.

Having skipped my lunch sometimes at work, what I look forward most is a meal of nice food when I return home. There were times when I look forward to go home but was disappointed with the smell of fish (I DISLIKE FISH) which greeted me at the door step. But knowing that I dislike fishes, Mum cook an extra dish just to get me eat (sometimes though, not always).

Its always nice to have a warm meal right after a long tiring day at work.... :)

The nice presentation of every dishes that greeted me every evenings....



I love most our home made dumplings, big and lots of filling, and the taste is.....WAMP! BANG! Utmost delicious!!!! Again...mum's show of love to us.... :)

Bad luck!

I wash and wash my hair as per normal.

Scrubing and massaging the back of my head with both my hands. Until I heard a "shiak!" sound somewhere that came from the inside of the back of my head or the left ear.

I paused and freezed. Did I just broke a track in my brain or what? Wondering if that means one of my blood vein has burst? Then I carefully and slowly tried to turn my head right and then left, only to realise I have difficulty in turning left. I guess I have just sprained my neck.............

:(

Why so serious SMRT?

The recent issue about the vandalism done on the SMRT train became a big hoohah, having to charge the artists and punish them for the “damage” made on the train.

Why punish these artists when they have proof to you at no cost, that there is a serious security loophole in your system? Shouldn’t you be thanking and awarding them an "Outstanding Graffiti Art FIRST PRIZE? They have saved you the trouble and also on using monetary to engage professional personnel to investigate, check and identify those loophole/s for YOU!

Imagine if those artists have been nasty ppl who, right under your nose, could have planted something instead of painting and you don’t even know!!!!

And for how long have we been living under these SECURITY LOOPHOLES FOR MAYBE MANY YEARS, TAKING TRAINS UP AND DOWN, RISKING OUR LIVES AND THE LIVES OF OUR LOVED ONES DAILY!

Seriously, I don’t see any damage done, only some display of artistic graffiti, and even your officers agreed so because they thought it was an advertisement gimmick!

Which, in the case of Singapore Post, those were really an commercial advert in conjunction to celebrate art, sports, and the upcoming Youth Olympic Games. Hence why take it so seriously for SMRT case? Imagine you get graffiti art painted FOC! Singapore Post has to PAY those 40 Artists to do so for their mailboxes!

And who is going to sue/charge SMRT? Can we commuters do so? And isn’t it a great idea presented to you that it's time to take off those serious colors and splash on some colorful paints on the trains to brighten up your commuters' days?

And I thought we are really going to support Arts and cultivates awareness and culture here?! Pui!

Angel Miu won...

Hello! I am late again! And so I met the Cheenah Grandmama and her Cubby Fair Grandson again at the lift lobby.

This time, he has a brighter and chirpy tone and again he said "JIE JIE BYE BYE!"

Then he ran off when the lift door opened, leaving the Grandmama pushing the pram out from the lift and pushed it out of her way when the pram fell while she ran behind her grandson, grabbing him back before he hits the road.

I stood and hold up the pram while they walked back to the lift lobby and I smiled and said to the little boy "不要乱乱跑哦!"

Then I hurried off on my way to work.....

The wrestle of Angel miu vs Demon miu

Was late for work again. Anyway, I am always late. Staying about just a few kilometers away from home, I know my lateness is absurd. However, please accept my negative side my dear boss, for I have always been an efficient worker and an independent and hardworking one too! So please do close two eyes for my bad.

Anyway! While I was waiting for the lift at my flat's lobby today, a cheenah Grandma and her grand child followed. Looking at the cubby fair kid about the age of 2 years old, a grey cloud formed above my head and I rolled my eyes subtlely. Taking a look at his grandma whom I assumed never bath at all (they dont like to bath or brush teeths, and I think it's their culture), I sighed, thinking about the thought that I have to share lift with them, allowing them to share the nice after bathed scent and light perfume smell on me.

The cubby fair kid looked at me and almost immediately, stopped his cheerful nature after noticing that a stranger (me) is near. I turned a blind eye to him and in the back of my mind, was upset with his birth, thinking about how many female elder sisters may have died before him. Well, I was a little paraniod after reading an article about this book written by a journalist who wrote about trend in China, and how baby girls were drown in a wooden pail straight out from birth.

He quietly sit into the Pram and remained still while the grandma was talking to him. The ride in the lift was an uncomfortable one as the grandma keep knocking onto my bag while she was trying to make her grandson feel more comfortable in his pram.

The lift door opened finally and shed some morning light. The grandma vie to go out first so that she could push her grandson out from the lift, rubbing her butt on my bag which I have cleverly used it to shield me from her "attack". At this very moment, the cubby fair kid looked at me again and said "good bye jie jie", waving his short fat arms at me. I don't know why but a big bright smile was planted on my face and I waved back to him.


Oh how I hate myself for being weak!

Or was I too mean towards an innocent little boy?

Are you willing to take the fall?

Have you ever observe the reaction of the kids when they fall? Apparently, sometimes I do, and it makes me wonder how we adults take a fall?

Some kids fell, their mind went blank and started crying aloud, and waiting to take comfort in the arms of their parents. They shook their heads, never wanting to leave the arms and walk again.

Some kids fell and they pick themselves up and walk to a corner and weep quietly.

Some kids fell, and they sit on the floor, observe his/her surrounding, before standing up and rub the places where it hurts.

Some kids fell, and smile, then stood up almost immediately and started running around again.
And how much do we learn from these kids? Some of us let our own mistakes hit us hard and we vow never to go through it again and avoided at all cost.

Some of us badly affected by our bad mistakes in life and allow our mistakes to live and grow in us, making us feel sore over it for life.

Some of us took a rest and pick ourselves up again, taking mistakes as a lesson learnt.

Some of us accepted that we have made a mistake but bravely continue our lives without letting it affecting our later lives.

Next time, take a look at the kid who fall and you will know how he or she will deal with his or her own mistakes when he or she grows up and become an adult.

So how do you response to a fall, when you were still a kid?

I gave up a job interview for my current employer...

Am I stupid or what? You may think I am. The staff turn over is too fast that has frightened and demoralised all of us. A few of my colleagues left again. Two in April, one in May, another leaving this month and we just had a farewell lunch together today with some other close female colleagues.

The colleague of mine who use to cry and complained to me about her bad demanding boss, she has left too. It's good for her, and for her boss. She cant cope with the quick witted boss and her quick witted boss has no patience for her mistakes.

Our department manager has left. None of us detected she will even tender her resignation but she was kind enough to see us through our IQC convention.

I was browsing the website one day and found two suitable vacancies and applied online. Just two weeks ago, I received a call to inform that I have been shortlisted for an interview. I swiftly agreed. Only to ponder over the interview when I heard that another colleague of mine has tender her resignation.

Sadden by the news, I hold back my interview, thinking over if it's the right time? Even if I am offered the new job, I will only want to join the new place in Sep and who will wait that long for me right?

Then again, although the new position is pretty similar to what I am currently doing, the location is further from my current job so it is worth it? After taking a look at my senior manager and seeing a gloomly cloud on top of her head, I emailed my potential employer that I am sorry that I have to reject the interview.

Those whom I shared my happiest working days with, are all almost gone...and so, those of us remaining ones, continue to be senior and hopefully more senior in time to come, in terms of grade, experiences and of cos age. I am sad for those leaving but there is no point feeling too sad about it.

Farewell breakfasts and lunches are held almost every month. I am sad for a moment to see them leaving but I also see opportunities for those of us who have remain in our position.

Just this morning, a new manager has joined us. Yet again, I wished her "welcome aboard", wondering in the back of my head how long will this one last.

No one is indispensable, how true.