reading blogs that post topic about love and relationships really makes me feel that many people out there seems to be ignorant about love.
I'm not an expert in the field nor have I been through many relationships to say that I'm experience.
A parallel analogy that I find it quite close to how to have a successful relationship. I think...
Many years back, in fact, during my school days, my English teacher once shared with my class on studying. Successful people clears their exams at their first shot. She goes on to explain, taking 'O' levels as an example... People who did well in their 'O's did it the 1st and only one time. Taking 'O' levels a few more time doesn't make one to be experience and excelled better than those who took only 1 time.
It's pretty true when it comes to relationship. There are marriages that is so-called 'Arranged Marriage'. Relationship 'blossomed' after being together, or to say... married. Many survived and moved on to be happy and enjoyed a blissful marriage. I'm not saying it's across the board.
How then, in this society, can we achieve that???
Read my fren's blog recently and there were questions thrown to her which makes me feel that it's quite mundane. Of the questions being asked, most of it is about a 'want', the way the question is being phrase, in fact, I can jolly well say that even the 'giver''s motivation comes from a want.
Do we not give anymore??? As freely as we should??? If the 'giving' is motivated from a 'want', where then, is the spirit of love???
Below are the 'stupid' questions asked:
1) ...to a guy friend who ask you what a man must do to make the girl he loves happy?
2) ...to a girl who is in love with someone she does not really trust?
3) ...to a good friend who prefers to leave her life to Fate, and believes she's meant to be lonely and loveless?
4) ...to a sister who is hurting from the loss of one love, and confused about the love from another?
Successful relationships usually are success during the 1st try. You can have many relationships before, but what I mean is that when the right one has comes, usually it takes 1 go at it and end of story.
Breaking up, then patching up again. Broke off and comes back together again, boy... it's better to live life without each other. Get what I mean????
And can we consider that a person who has numerous relationships is very experienced and knows how to handle one?? Think again. If that person proclaimed (I shall put it in masculine voice but applies to female eh) he is experience and knows how to handle relationship well, how then, does he still has a lot of relationships and not yet settle down???
Think again eh!!!
Many of all these relationships problem and disagreement comes for a want. "I want" and never "I love". It is only from a want, that one desires blind one's eyes to see the real deal.
With thoughts on others, it would be like, "what would my partner wants to have for dinner??"
or "what would make my partner happy??" instead of "how to make my partner happy?".
Everyone who is in relationships and has been with the partner, somehow or rather, knows the person well enough. If you don't, you better go do some soul searching. Hence the question would be 'What?' rather than 'How?'. Yes it sounds the same, but think again.. if 'What' = 'How', they would be the same word and spelling.
Have you showered love to your love ones today???
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Got a...
wat happened when you suddenly realised that you out there all alone???
how would you feel???
Would you:
A) Shout out hoping that someone would hear you
B) Frantically runs around searching for another living soul
C) Stay put and wait
In our lives, i believe we all come across this stage. It came back. Alone in the crowd, some how or rather... communications with people seems difficult and frequency dont' seem to be in tune.
What happens next???
i guess it's the point of time where i'm stuck and especially with people. Comms down... which is one of the fearful thing in time of war. You can't reach out niether can you be rescue. You walk... you run... hoping to meet friendly forces, best still if it's from your battalion or your company...
That's when you know you'll be safe... and you sit down any asked,
"Got a cigarette...???"
how would you feel???
Would you:
A) Shout out hoping that someone would hear you
B) Frantically runs around searching for another living soul
C) Stay put and wait
In our lives, i believe we all come across this stage. It came back. Alone in the crowd, some how or rather... communications with people seems difficult and frequency dont' seem to be in tune.
What happens next???
i guess it's the point of time where i'm stuck and especially with people. Comms down... which is one of the fearful thing in time of war. You can't reach out niether can you be rescue. You walk... you run... hoping to meet friendly forces, best still if it's from your battalion or your company...
That's when you know you'll be safe... and you sit down any asked,
"Got a cigarette...???"
Saturday, September 09, 2006
a state of equilibrium
What happen when you take one plate of a balance away??? The other side falls of course...
To be at equilibrium, it has to have the plate, of the same weight. Where the pointer will be at zero. That's a good thing, for the balance that is.
It is often how fast we forgot this simple equipment can teach us many of life's values. Balance, is something thing that many don't realise how important it is in life. And how that equal weight of the plate can be a metaphor for many things.
Like love, responsibility, eagerness, rewards etc... How much rewards equals to how much effort puts in. How much tenderness you get from your partner is how much love you put in (though some may not agree). You'll get my point if you read on.
Often than not, the balance tends to dip on one side. That's where the ambiguous statement comes in. To reach a state of equilibrium, one has to study the amount of weight that was put up on the opposite side, carefully add weights or to slowly remove the weights on your side of the plate. It cant be more nor less... if equilibrium is to be reach.
So how then, does this becomes a metaphor for our lives???
In relationships, many don't understand how come they don't work out with each other. That's probably because many don't want to listen or are not sensitive to the symptoms that your partner is giving out. Or have you not been noticing that you are putting in too much??? Not getting that desire 'rewards' could be that your side of the balance is dipping...
Think about it!
To be at equilibrium, it has to have the plate, of the same weight. Where the pointer will be at zero. That's a good thing, for the balance that is.
It is often how fast we forgot this simple equipment can teach us many of life's values. Balance, is something thing that many don't realise how important it is in life. And how that equal weight of the plate can be a metaphor for many things.
Like love, responsibility, eagerness, rewards etc... How much rewards equals to how much effort puts in. How much tenderness you get from your partner is how much love you put in (though some may not agree). You'll get my point if you read on.
Often than not, the balance tends to dip on one side. That's where the ambiguous statement comes in. To reach a state of equilibrium, one has to study the amount of weight that was put up on the opposite side, carefully add weights or to slowly remove the weights on your side of the plate. It cant be more nor less... if equilibrium is to be reach.
So how then, does this becomes a metaphor for our lives???
In relationships, many don't understand how come they don't work out with each other. That's probably because many don't want to listen or are not sensitive to the symptoms that your partner is giving out. Or have you not been noticing that you are putting in too much??? Not getting that desire 'rewards' could be that your side of the balance is dipping...
Think about it!
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
She drives me CRAZY
As usual, many thoughts and experiences are snowball for sharing thus leaving some forgotten. Perhaps we do that to ourself and also to the people around us at times.
Have you???
Well, I'm sure I did. I'm sorry if I have not called, emailed nor sms you my dear friends, I still treasure you and still look forward to having a cup of nice, hot cuppucino with you.
As for my recent days... Yes... After 10 over years of avoiding the road, more of the driving i suppose, I finally took the steps n passed my driving. Yes, I can drive on the road finally. The joy of passing was mere estatic, the passing that is.
After driving some time, I'm still a little reserved on driving itself. It's like, I hv to take note of so many things while on the road. Looking left, then right, front, then back. Have to regulate my speed, look of for the Traffic Police. Boy... it's quite sickening to drive in Singapore, perhaps it's the same every where.
I rather be driven around. Less hassle and energy consumed. It's like only 2-3 days after getting my vehicle, I gotten into small 'accidents'. First of all, I brushed my left rear rim on the kerb by the mulit-storey carpark while making my rounds down. Twice in a roll that is.
Next, few days later, I was halting by a bus stop near Holland V to check out the maps, I parked too close the kerb and dented my front rim. More of the rim cover. Got worried if it will affect my tyres more of the dent itself. By the way, I laugh at myself and the scratches n dents more of feeling heart pain.
Lastly, on the same day where I dented my rim cover, I 'crashed' into a pole while reversing into a multi-storey carpark and broke my rear halting light. The top one.
Bottomline is, I dun care abt such trival matters as long as the accident does not affect the safety of the driver n his passengers and other road users. The cracked rear lights and the dent... cant be bother with it.
The primary purpose of the vehicle is to help me generate income, as long as it serve its purpose, I cant be bother with the 'accidents' other than the necessary n impt things to look out for.
The bottomline is... I HATE DRIVING...
Have you???
Well, I'm sure I did. I'm sorry if I have not called, emailed nor sms you my dear friends, I still treasure you and still look forward to having a cup of nice, hot cuppucino with you.
As for my recent days... Yes... After 10 over years of avoiding the road, more of the driving i suppose, I finally took the steps n passed my driving. Yes, I can drive on the road finally. The joy of passing was mere estatic, the passing that is.
After driving some time, I'm still a little reserved on driving itself. It's like, I hv to take note of so many things while on the road. Looking left, then right, front, then back. Have to regulate my speed, look of for the Traffic Police. Boy... it's quite sickening to drive in Singapore, perhaps it's the same every where.
I rather be driven around. Less hassle and energy consumed. It's like only 2-3 days after getting my vehicle, I gotten into small 'accidents'. First of all, I brushed my left rear rim on the kerb by the mulit-storey carpark while making my rounds down. Twice in a roll that is.
Next, few days later, I was halting by a bus stop near Holland V to check out the maps, I parked too close the kerb and dented my front rim. More of the rim cover. Got worried if it will affect my tyres more of the dent itself. By the way, I laugh at myself and the scratches n dents more of feeling heart pain.
Lastly, on the same day where I dented my rim cover, I 'crashed' into a pole while reversing into a multi-storey carpark and broke my rear halting light. The top one.
Bottomline is, I dun care abt such trival matters as long as the accident does not affect the safety of the driver n his passengers and other road users. The cracked rear lights and the dent... cant be bother with it.
The primary purpose of the vehicle is to help me generate income, as long as it serve its purpose, I cant be bother with the 'accidents' other than the necessary n impt things to look out for.
The bottomline is... I HATE DRIVING...
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Life's Beautiful
Boy boy boy...........
It's really been a long time since I post a post... Hmm... what a weird phrase. 'post a post'...
Anyway... Many things I would like to share here though. For those who had read my blog, I thank you for dropping by. Will never know who are you unless you leave your comments.
First of all, in all my twenty over years, I finally watch soccer. Cant believed i'm doing it. Sheesh... Watching 22 ppl running around for a stupid ball, a phrase I always used to describe soccer. I guess i'm in this time round.
I guess i'm doing it more for the gathering of friends, being together, shouting, screaming and putting down each other on the teams they support respectively. I mean, I hate soccer. But... the opportunity of every one gathering together is rather hard to come by, at least there are moments where gambling is not involve... among us that is.
This bunch of 'soccer fanatics' when meet up, usually end up at a card game if not mahjong. I kinda sick that I have to come to a state whereby gambling becomes the only mode of entertainment among us. Sheessh...
Still, I'm gald that thru the WC '06, all of us have become a little closer and less the gambling other than during the 1/2 time. Haha...
Just celebrated some our friends birthday. The July babies, went to Straits Cafe at Hotel Rendezvous... Dunno I might be sue for this, but the food was actually... (you fill in the rest).
I guess the chatting part was off, but the suaning is always there. How come my friends cant hold a decent conversation??? Nevertheless, they are a fun bunch to be with at times.... haha
Rite rite... weeks back, I was attending and performing at NDP 6th Exco mtg. Well, I finally Princess Pris, a fellow blogger. She recognised me, which was surprising. She came over and was like...
"You're.... Eisen rite?"
I looked left and right... "yup I am..."
it was good to finally met up with fellow blogger. Especially when you do read her blog and constantly finding out how her life was. It's a truly awesome experience. Anyway, she's a real nice lady, soft spoken and gentle.
It ponders me why in the world a lady like her wanted to join SAF and her reply was.... "I always wanted to be in uniform group..." Boy... i was thinking in my head... MacDonalds has uniform too... haha
Well, in fact, so did I. Just that mine's a little specific. I wanted to be in the Army. When I wanted to sign on, everyone was somehow telling me to think twice... to reconsider here n there. When I was out, everyone told me the exact opposite saying, "Perhaps you should have joined the Army" haha
Ironic but true, that's life. Well... back to Princess Pris...
Of cos, as normal, I entertained her with my brand of magic, coupling up a few of my repertoires and wahlah... I blowed her off her top... hopefully but not literally.
We spent the rest of the nite in each other's company drinking, chatting and watching the fireworks display. It was awesome... the company and the fireworks. Never really enjoyed fireworks, but this time, it was nice. The cheography was fantastic matching the company, what can I asked for man...
Well, Princess Pris.... If you are reading this, please send me the photo we took that nite so I can finally add it to my blog...
Have a good evening everyone!!!
Birthday Boys making their wish
The whole bunch of us...
It's really been a long time since I post a post... Hmm... what a weird phrase. 'post a post'...
Anyway... Many things I would like to share here though. For those who had read my blog, I thank you for dropping by. Will never know who are you unless you leave your comments.
First of all, in all my twenty over years, I finally watch soccer. Cant believed i'm doing it. Sheesh... Watching 22 ppl running around for a stupid ball, a phrase I always used to describe soccer. I guess i'm in this time round.
I guess i'm doing it more for the gathering of friends, being together, shouting, screaming and putting down each other on the teams they support respectively. I mean, I hate soccer. But... the opportunity of every one gathering together is rather hard to come by, at least there are moments where gambling is not involve... among us that is.
This bunch of 'soccer fanatics' when meet up, usually end up at a card game if not mahjong. I kinda sick that I have to come to a state whereby gambling becomes the only mode of entertainment among us. Sheessh...
Still, I'm gald that thru the WC '06, all of us have become a little closer and less the gambling other than during the 1/2 time. Haha...
Just celebrated some our friends birthday. The July babies, went to Straits Cafe at Hotel Rendezvous... Dunno I might be sue for this, but the food was actually... (you fill in the rest).
I guess the chatting part was off, but the suaning is always there. How come my friends cant hold a decent conversation??? Nevertheless, they are a fun bunch to be with at times.... haha
Rite rite... weeks back, I was attending and performing at NDP 6th Exco mtg. Well, I finally Princess Pris, a fellow blogger. She recognised me, which was surprising. She came over and was like...
"You're.... Eisen rite?"
I looked left and right... "yup I am..."
it was good to finally met up with fellow blogger. Especially when you do read her blog and constantly finding out how her life was. It's a truly awesome experience. Anyway, she's a real nice lady, soft spoken and gentle.
It ponders me why in the world a lady like her wanted to join SAF and her reply was.... "I always wanted to be in uniform group..." Boy... i was thinking in my head... MacDonalds has uniform too... haha
Well, in fact, so did I. Just that mine's a little specific. I wanted to be in the Army. When I wanted to sign on, everyone was somehow telling me to think twice... to reconsider here n there. When I was out, everyone told me the exact opposite saying, "Perhaps you should have joined the Army" haha
Ironic but true, that's life. Well... back to Princess Pris...
Of cos, as normal, I entertained her with my brand of magic, coupling up a few of my repertoires and wahlah... I blowed her off her top... hopefully but not literally.
We spent the rest of the nite in each other's company drinking, chatting and watching the fireworks display. It was awesome... the company and the fireworks. Never really enjoyed fireworks, but this time, it was nice. The cheography was fantastic matching the company, what can I asked for man...
Well, Princess Pris.... If you are reading this, please send me the photo we took that nite so I can finally add it to my blog...
Have a good evening everyone!!!
Birthday Boys making their wish
The whole bunch of us...
Sunday, June 04, 2006
a new creation
Has it gone to drain? Or do we stop believing?
Knowledge, convictions, things that we learnt and was taught. Our moral up bringing... has it been compromise?
As we grow older, many things seems to be able to 'stretch' a little... Well, at least our moral does. Are we compromising ourselves by stop upholding what was once dear to us, our morals values.
Recently, I realised that I am no longer than staunch as I used to. In fact, over the recent years, I kinda 'stretch' my limit on acceptance of undesirable behaviour. I accepted that of myself and my frens' values... Or was 'tolerance' the 'proper' word here?
I still do not certain behaviour, but I am not standing up to it. Why??? Perhaps no one likes to be reprimand nor being told or what's right and what's wrong. Do I fear the fact that telling or giving my gentle reminder and that of five cents worth of thought would gain me nothing but irritance from my mates?
I dunno, although I don't accept, I 'followed' any way. At times I felt I should walked away from such behaviour, but does it help just doing that? WIth my prescence, am I telling my frens that I'm supporting their decisions or am I trying to understand them and finding a way out to dissauade them from doing so?
I don't have a 100% perfect morals discipline, at times I can be a little off. Yes... I made mistakes, not that of hurting anyone. But I find that the one ultimately being hurt is myself. Guiltiness that stays within my conscience, the uneasiness living day to day when the memories of the wrong doing that I did comes back and haunt me...
Father God, forgive me. Forgive me totally, cleanse me with the Blood of Christ that I can be clean and pure once again in your sight and stays in your prescence. I hardly confess to you often enough and asked for your forgiveness, yet your mercy and love kept pouring upon me day by day, night by night. I hardly deserved any but you remain faithful to your words and promise to me despite I hurt you with my wrong doing.
Uphold me and create in me a new heart. One that was once pure and clean in your sight. Let the heart of Christ be my heart that with each heart beat, it's you that I'm beating for...
Knowledge, convictions, things that we learnt and was taught. Our moral up bringing... has it been compromise?
As we grow older, many things seems to be able to 'stretch' a little... Well, at least our moral does. Are we compromising ourselves by stop upholding what was once dear to us, our morals values.
Recently, I realised that I am no longer than staunch as I used to. In fact, over the recent years, I kinda 'stretch' my limit on acceptance of undesirable behaviour. I accepted that of myself and my frens' values... Or was 'tolerance' the 'proper' word here?
I still do not certain behaviour, but I am not standing up to it. Why??? Perhaps no one likes to be reprimand nor being told or what's right and what's wrong. Do I fear the fact that telling or giving my gentle reminder and that of five cents worth of thought would gain me nothing but irritance from my mates?
I dunno, although I don't accept, I 'followed' any way. At times I felt I should walked away from such behaviour, but does it help just doing that? WIth my prescence, am I telling my frens that I'm supporting their decisions or am I trying to understand them and finding a way out to dissauade them from doing so?
I don't have a 100% perfect morals discipline, at times I can be a little off. Yes... I made mistakes, not that of hurting anyone. But I find that the one ultimately being hurt is myself. Guiltiness that stays within my conscience, the uneasiness living day to day when the memories of the wrong doing that I did comes back and haunt me...
Father God, forgive me. Forgive me totally, cleanse me with the Blood of Christ that I can be clean and pure once again in your sight and stays in your prescence. I hardly confess to you often enough and asked for your forgiveness, yet your mercy and love kept pouring upon me day by day, night by night. I hardly deserved any but you remain faithful to your words and promise to me despite I hurt you with my wrong doing.
Uphold me and create in me a new heart. One that was once pure and clean in your sight. Let the heart of Christ be my heart that with each heart beat, it's you that I'm beating for...
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Let's take a walk together...
The idea of fallin in love seems scary to some people. Perhaps to them, it's something to avoid by all means.
What could be the reasons behind?
Breach of trust? Not planning to commit? The fear of being hurt again?
All in all, it sums down to one phrase... Fear of Uncertainty...
It's not difficult to understand that why people fear. Everyone has a dream and ideal when it comes to love and relationship. Every one wants it their way.
Many who survived till their spouse past away knows one thing for sure, a willing 'compromise' (not the best choice of words, but my vocab is limited. You get what I mean). Then again, retracting a little, not many actually know or live by it, but their relationship still survived to 'till death do we part'.
What am I trying to say here? Broken relationships leave us dry mentally and emotionally. With all disappointment, we don't dare to accept another one, or to start.
How then, can we pull ourselves through and take that step of faith?
Confidence... Have confidence of ourselves, yourself. Have faith that you are able to make the next relationship good and better. Not necessary exactly the way you want. Think about it, we cannot always have our ways. It's relationship and we can't be autocratic about it.
So, having two 'failed' relationships myself, what makes me sounds like a guru at this? Well, basically I find myself giving my best in all, me and my previous beau just can't take that path to marriage. Perhaps my best isn't what they are looking for, but with my love and romance (I am quite a romantic person, at least not of my own words), I feel that I love them with all that I have.
Well, nevertheless, I do 'compromise' willingly and gave my beaus every love I could muster and of course... Every day then, was falling in love for me...
What could be the reasons behind?
Breach of trust? Not planning to commit? The fear of being hurt again?
All in all, it sums down to one phrase... Fear of Uncertainty...
It's not difficult to understand that why people fear. Everyone has a dream and ideal when it comes to love and relationship. Every one wants it their way.
Many who survived till their spouse past away knows one thing for sure, a willing 'compromise' (not the best choice of words, but my vocab is limited. You get what I mean). Then again, retracting a little, not many actually know or live by it, but their relationship still survived to 'till death do we part'.
What am I trying to say here? Broken relationships leave us dry mentally and emotionally. With all disappointment, we don't dare to accept another one, or to start.
How then, can we pull ourselves through and take that step of faith?
Confidence... Have confidence of ourselves, yourself. Have faith that you are able to make the next relationship good and better. Not necessary exactly the way you want. Think about it, we cannot always have our ways. It's relationship and we can't be autocratic about it.
So, having two 'failed' relationships myself, what makes me sounds like a guru at this? Well, basically I find myself giving my best in all, me and my previous beau just can't take that path to marriage. Perhaps my best isn't what they are looking for, but with my love and romance (I am quite a romantic person, at least not of my own words), I feel that I love them with all that I have.
Well, nevertheless, I do 'compromise' willingly and gave my beaus every love I could muster and of course... Every day then, was falling in love for me...
Friday, May 12, 2006
falling hopeless in love...?
What is it like to meet that someone special? How would I feel? How would I react? What will we talk about? Or share? Will there be full of laughter? Or will there be plain silence where we both know that we are enjoying each other's company?
Where will we bump into each other? What is my so-called 'pick up line'? And her response? A smile, grin, or a immediate walk away yet so slow that it's telling me to follow? I always wonder how would I meet my next special girl of my life? After all, I would say I'm quite hopelessly romantic kinda person... though can be a little eccentric confess I must.
Most of my friends always asked me if I am finding someone, well, I never like the idea of using the word 'FIND'. It's like... making one desperate emotionally and physically. I never like that notion at all. I would usually replied, "Well, you don't find, she'll appear when time comes." Indeed it hasn't, or maybe not. Haha...
Well, I'm pretty sure that that time will come, perhaps for the 'when?', I'm not too sure. I do hope it will be hopelessly romantic, or at least upon reminiscing of how our love life, it would be as so.
Then again, will we be together? Will we get married? Or are we looking for that romance that is forever in our heart, something that we will bring out whenever we feel down or sad; just to put a smile on our lips. A romance that can't be compare with any others, perhaps not even with our present spouse or partner. Reason being, if we decided to be together, that beautiful romance will fade and turn dark, perhaps it won't be the romantic romance we yearn for anymore.
Whatever it is, I believe in Love and Romance everlasting. Ideally, spending the rest of my life with that special someone. Will I get to? Time will tell...
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Seven under Par
It's been quite some time since I last shared my thoughts. Quite. Things happened so quickly that I do not know where to start actually.
First of all, I hosted 2 weddings in a row over 2 weekends. Somehow, I think I am signing on to this new found 'career'. Haha... Perhaps I should consider selling it as a service.
Although I love weddings, working in one is actually kinda different. At times, I felt special, and others, I don't. I guess it's pretty much who are you 'working' for. How close is the bride and groom to you. If it's someone whom you know but not very close, I think the feeling is just mutual. Nevertheless, I enjoyed most of the sessions I was hosting in.
Nevermind that. I realised, I should be more active in my work. I should be pushy towards myself, which for the past week, I did pushed myself a little. Work has been progressive, and I praise God for His blessings.
Looking at the tv show 'Yong Bu Yan Bai' makes me even more motivated to bring my work towards excellence. I sometimes wonder if these contestants realised that they are not just not good, but they terrible. Terrible singers, terrible jokers and terrible entertainers. The word 'terrible', I consider, is already being gracious to them. I can never understand those people who take part in America Idol, minus the able singers, they dressed up outrageously fanciful and worst of all can't sing a single proper note. Then again, it's in the US, so I guess these people are pushing their luck to its limit. But in Singapore??? Don't these contestants know that there's no easy path towards success in the line of entertainment??? If, by singing badly is able to get them fame, they should realise that it's probably a negative one.
I seriously hope that Mediacorp will come out something solid, something that is worth my time to watch. These so-called contest is actually, I feel, 'making a fool of yourself tv show'. By no means I am insulting the tv program, but I do feel that although there people deserved a 'second chance', I do hope that they at least put in effort to put up a good show and for the judges, at least select those who can make it.
Now... here are s
ome photos from my friend n cousin's wedding. Me n Winston
Me my bro and my cousin
Me n my niece, Rena
Sunday, April 16, 2006
a little sharing...
Few things that I would like to share here, but I hope I won't dooze off half way. Haha... here goes...
Firstly, I experienced the life of an hawker. It's extremely tiring. My friend's worker was on off last Wednesday, so he called me up 2 days before and asked me to help him out for a day. Thank God it was only a short, but terrible 8 hrs. I promised myself never to volunteer such lobang again. I had to wake up at 5am, where he picked me up on a cab. It was a short ride as his stall is in Bishan, and we stay in Ang Mo Kio. The fact that I slept at 230am that very morning and had a couple of drinks with my friend made the whole experience worst. Well, more of ill-discipline on my side. I thank God that it was not a busy morning. Looking at what my friend did that morning made me tell myself never to step into this line. Not that it's not a lucrative business, but the fact that so many work had to be done and usually ends up oily, sticky n dirty... Man... I can't take it, not for the rest of my life.
I used to work part-time at another friend's hotpot stall, it was much worst. Cleaning the table, alot more work though. My friend had to fried the bee hoon, kway teow n mee. The eggs, sausages, harsh brown etc. Boy... I didn't realise it was that oily. Imagine that I lurve fried bee hoon and the dishes that comes along with it. It changed my mind on having it again. I had been very health conscious ever since I left Army. Putting on weight after my service is kinda demoralizing. I worked very hard to shed off those pounds when I was in the service. Now I have to work even harder since I don't have a proper training schedule, no more out field and physical training, it makes self-discipline even tougher to uphold.
Morever, I run at least 5km twice a week but it seems that it only maintain my present weight, but not shedding more pounds off me. Super demoralizing. It sums down to my diet. I don't take oily nor sweet nor salty stuff. Not even ice-cream, but no matter how much I exercise, my tummy stays with me. Darn. Perhaps is the alcohol, well, that is one thing I find it hard to abstain. Haha... I simply love to drink, not that I'm an alcoholic, but I just enjoy the chilling out with friends. Hmm...
Anyway, waking up at 5am is something that had not been in my dictionary for a very very long time. The last time I woke up almost that early was some time after my NS. I tried to bring my army regime to my newly found civillian life. Apparently it does not work that way, the time before was for my friend's wedding. Well, had to do gate crashing. Sheesh... you know what I mean.
Bottomline is... a hawker's like is indeed tough. When there's rainy days, sale goes down. Worst when the coffee shop opposite you has a similar stall. Fighting prices is inevitable, and the quality of the food has to maintain at high standard each and every day. Tough...
Next... I'm ultra pissed with my driving instructor. He's quite unprofessional. I might be a slow learner, but his attitude is a little overboard. Perhaps the toothpaste effect is true. Get some loose some. It's cheaper going to a private instructor, but quality is indeed bad. Well, he's not that exactly that bad, but recently I am quite impatient with him. My test is next month and I have yet to learn serveral of the important aspect of driving. For example, parking. 3 weeks ago, I mentioned to him that I had not learn parking. He was like... ok, we'll do it next week. The week after, he didn't taught me either.
Last week, I asked him if I'm learning parking, he took me to a secluded place to learn parking, there was 2 other cars there. After staying for 10-15 mins, we left. Darn... the 2nd lesson for that week, I ask him are we learning parking again, guess what he said??? "Didn't I taught you already?" Boy... it really pisses me off. I retorted, I have yet to learn reverse parking, pararell parking and normal parking. What the hack is this man??? I would never recommend him to anyone man. If I fail my coming test due to things that he did not teach me, I will make sure he gets loads of shit from me. How can anyone be so unprofessional? He took advantage of my time here and there, which I am flexible about it, but not teaching me the properly, it's unforgiving at all.
I realised from my friends that certain things is actually not the right thing to do as a student. Such as crossing of arms when doing U-Turn, or when changing of lanes, one should do it gradually instead of sudden entering to the next lane. I didn't realised I had so many mistakes. Darn that instructor. I will definitelymake sure he gets what he deserved if I failed my test due to his negligence.
Ok... it's bed time. Have to wake up for church later. Nite to all...
Firstly, I experienced the life of an hawker. It's extremely tiring. My friend's worker was on off last Wednesday, so he called me up 2 days before and asked me to help him out for a day. Thank God it was only a short, but terrible 8 hrs. I promised myself never to volunteer such lobang again. I had to wake up at 5am, where he picked me up on a cab. It was a short ride as his stall is in Bishan, and we stay in Ang Mo Kio. The fact that I slept at 230am that very morning and had a couple of drinks with my friend made the whole experience worst. Well, more of ill-discipline on my side. I thank God that it was not a busy morning. Looking at what my friend did that morning made me tell myself never to step into this line. Not that it's not a lucrative business, but the fact that so many work had to be done and usually ends up oily, sticky n dirty... Man... I can't take it, not for the rest of my life.
I used to work part-time at another friend's hotpot stall, it was much worst. Cleaning the table, alot more work though. My friend had to fried the bee hoon, kway teow n mee. The eggs, sausages, harsh brown etc. Boy... I didn't realise it was that oily. Imagine that I lurve fried bee hoon and the dishes that comes along with it. It changed my mind on having it again. I had been very health conscious ever since I left Army. Putting on weight after my service is kinda demoralizing. I worked very hard to shed off those pounds when I was in the service. Now I have to work even harder since I don't have a proper training schedule, no more out field and physical training, it makes self-discipline even tougher to uphold.
Morever, I run at least 5km twice a week but it seems that it only maintain my present weight, but not shedding more pounds off me. Super demoralizing. It sums down to my diet. I don't take oily nor sweet nor salty stuff. Not even ice-cream, but no matter how much I exercise, my tummy stays with me. Darn. Perhaps is the alcohol, well, that is one thing I find it hard to abstain. Haha... I simply love to drink, not that I'm an alcoholic, but I just enjoy the chilling out with friends. Hmm...
Anyway, waking up at 5am is something that had not been in my dictionary for a very very long time. The last time I woke up almost that early was some time after my NS. I tried to bring my army regime to my newly found civillian life. Apparently it does not work that way, the time before was for my friend's wedding. Well, had to do gate crashing. Sheesh... you know what I mean.
Bottomline is... a hawker's like is indeed tough. When there's rainy days, sale goes down. Worst when the coffee shop opposite you has a similar stall. Fighting prices is inevitable, and the quality of the food has to maintain at high standard each and every day. Tough...
Next... I'm ultra pissed with my driving instructor. He's quite unprofessional. I might be a slow learner, but his attitude is a little overboard. Perhaps the toothpaste effect is true. Get some loose some. It's cheaper going to a private instructor, but quality is indeed bad. Well, he's not that exactly that bad, but recently I am quite impatient with him. My test is next month and I have yet to learn serveral of the important aspect of driving. For example, parking. 3 weeks ago, I mentioned to him that I had not learn parking. He was like... ok, we'll do it next week. The week after, he didn't taught me either.
Last week, I asked him if I'm learning parking, he took me to a secluded place to learn parking, there was 2 other cars there. After staying for 10-15 mins, we left. Darn... the 2nd lesson for that week, I ask him are we learning parking again, guess what he said??? "Didn't I taught you already?" Boy... it really pisses me off. I retorted, I have yet to learn reverse parking, pararell parking and normal parking. What the hack is this man??? I would never recommend him to anyone man. If I fail my coming test due to things that he did not teach me, I will make sure he gets loads of shit from me. How can anyone be so unprofessional? He took advantage of my time here and there, which I am flexible about it, but not teaching me the properly, it's unforgiving at all.
I realised from my friends that certain things is actually not the right thing to do as a student. Such as crossing of arms when doing U-Turn, or when changing of lanes, one should do it gradually instead of sudden entering to the next lane. I didn't realised I had so many mistakes. Darn that instructor. I will definitelymake sure he gets what he deserved if I failed my test due to his negligence.
Ok... it's bed time. Have to wake up for church later. Nite to all...
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
The Wrath of Boredom
What happened when you are bored?
I lived in solitude, despite being alone most of my time, I am very used to being alone. But there are time when boredoms comes knocking on my door, it freaks me out totally.
I don't drive, that takes one less avenue for me to find 'entertainment'. Well, if I drive, I could at least hit the beach or go for a spin. But I don't... sheesh... so staying home is probably the option for me. Finding things to do at home. Dvds, X-box (i don't play games often, generally I don't enjoy playing computer games at all), surfing internet or reading. But being a lazy person in mind, I find it hard to really read. Ain't much of a 'patient' man though I like reading. My mind is like... anyway, my mind gets turn off easily.
Pretty contradicting huh??
I'm bored... nite all!
I lived in solitude, despite being alone most of my time, I am very used to being alone. But there are time when boredoms comes knocking on my door, it freaks me out totally.
I don't drive, that takes one less avenue for me to find 'entertainment'. Well, if I drive, I could at least hit the beach or go for a spin. But I don't... sheesh... so staying home is probably the option for me. Finding things to do at home. Dvds, X-box (i don't play games often, generally I don't enjoy playing computer games at all), surfing internet or reading. But being a lazy person in mind, I find it hard to really read. Ain't much of a 'patient' man though I like reading. My mind is like... anyway, my mind gets turn off easily.
Pretty contradicting huh??
I'm bored... nite all!
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Songs of Songs
How long has it been? Almost two years. I have not been dating ever since. Well, probably not not dating. In relationship. Somehow, the thought of getting into one is 'scary'. My good friend, well, who is getting married soon, asked me why am I afraid to get near to girls? Encouraging me with all sorts of ideas that cooks out from his head. Trust me, the ideas he gave wasn't much encouraging at all. At least not of the proper reasons.
I felt that... the ideal relationship, my ideal, was perhaps to idealistic? Kinda like very dramatic. As if penning my own love story; might just be a fantastic one. I'm afraid. Seriously. How is it like to fall in love again? What am I going to do about it? How am I suppose to react? I''ll panicked, big time. On the contrary, I am looking forward for the one coming, but am I ready? I dunno. I dun want to know.
I'm not bothered by all my friends who's getting married or those who are attached if not planning to. Having a good share of friends who are still single, well, not making it relief either. I'm contradicting myself. Big time. Sounds confusing? Yes it is. It's my mind afterall, penning it in a weird manner, that should you understand, well, nice. If you don't, perhaps I'll hear from you.
Anyway, bumped into the gal I had serious crush on during school days. Two days ago in fact. Coincidental, maybe, but I would like to call it affinity. Hey hey... sounds familiar eh. I get panicked whenever I see her, well, I still do. That day was no difference. I called for her, but not after thinking about it twice. To think about it, when do I even think twice about it at all? She's the only one I want to bump into all these while. Anyway, lost her contact ever since she moved. I was a whimp back then, probably due to my low self-esteem. Well, when you're over-weight and fat, gosh, your guts get sinked down.
She still look gorgeous as usual, in my eyes at least. We didn't had much time to catch up. Both of us have to go somewhere else. Well, I might just stay, perhaps I will actually do so. Silly me.
Might pop her an email, perhaps.
Anyway, back to the main. Love, I'm reading Song of Songs presently, it's quite an artistic piece. The manner Soloman wrote, man, I need commentary should I want to get through in one piece. Can you imagine:
You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride;
You are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with choice of fruits,
with henna and nard,
nard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon,
with every kind of incense tree,
with myrrh and aloes and all the finest spicies.
How this to describe a lady's virginity?
It would probably take me years to come a this level of expression, although I might, in my own ways do so. No one really writes it that manner any more, I might be wrong.
Songs of Songs is about love. Different ways Solomon expressed through usuage of common things in his time. Perhaps we might use computers and chips, or stock markets or X-box as metaphor for our love. It's up to one's imagination. For me, it's still song. I'm kinda traditional to a certain sense. I hummed it out. Was walking back home from dinner one day and all of a sudden, I hummed a tune, kinda great I must say. It's about love, telling someone how much I cared and appreciated the person. Then again, I'm single. So I sang it to God. Well, can't just turn to any stranger in the street right? They might just think a new season of Gotcha is back.
How I wish there's someone to sing to... I forgot how the song goes...
I felt that... the ideal relationship, my ideal, was perhaps to idealistic? Kinda like very dramatic. As if penning my own love story; might just be a fantastic one. I'm afraid. Seriously. How is it like to fall in love again? What am I going to do about it? How am I suppose to react? I''ll panicked, big time. On the contrary, I am looking forward for the one coming, but am I ready? I dunno. I dun want to know.
I'm not bothered by all my friends who's getting married or those who are attached if not planning to. Having a good share of friends who are still single, well, not making it relief either. I'm contradicting myself. Big time. Sounds confusing? Yes it is. It's my mind afterall, penning it in a weird manner, that should you understand, well, nice. If you don't, perhaps I'll hear from you.
Anyway, bumped into the gal I had serious crush on during school days. Two days ago in fact. Coincidental, maybe, but I would like to call it affinity. Hey hey... sounds familiar eh. I get panicked whenever I see her, well, I still do. That day was no difference. I called for her, but not after thinking about it twice. To think about it, when do I even think twice about it at all? She's the only one I want to bump into all these while. Anyway, lost her contact ever since she moved. I was a whimp back then, probably due to my low self-esteem. Well, when you're over-weight and fat, gosh, your guts get sinked down.
She still look gorgeous as usual, in my eyes at least. We didn't had much time to catch up. Both of us have to go somewhere else. Well, I might just stay, perhaps I will actually do so. Silly me.
Might pop her an email, perhaps.
Anyway, back to the main. Love, I'm reading Song of Songs presently, it's quite an artistic piece. The manner Soloman wrote, man, I need commentary should I want to get through in one piece. Can you imagine:
You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride;
You are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with choice of fruits,
with henna and nard,
nard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon,
with every kind of incense tree,
with myrrh and aloes and all the finest spicies.
How this to describe a lady's virginity?
It would probably take me years to come a this level of expression, although I might, in my own ways do so. No one really writes it that manner any more, I might be wrong.
Songs of Songs is about love. Different ways Solomon expressed through usuage of common things in his time. Perhaps we might use computers and chips, or stock markets or X-box as metaphor for our love. It's up to one's imagination. For me, it's still song. I'm kinda traditional to a certain sense. I hummed it out. Was walking back home from dinner one day and all of a sudden, I hummed a tune, kinda great I must say. It's about love, telling someone how much I cared and appreciated the person. Then again, I'm single. So I sang it to God. Well, can't just turn to any stranger in the street right? They might just think a new season of Gotcha is back.
How I wish there's someone to sing to... I forgot how the song goes...
Monday, March 27, 2006
In Focus
Weddings, I love weddings. Less the Ang Bao would be ideal, other than that, well, it's a joyous occassion.
Was helping my good friend planning his wedding since January. The nice thing about this particular wedding was that the bride and groom are my friends. I know each of them personally. Grew up in church, well, for almost ten years now.
Of course, the credits do not go to me alone. There's many others involved, there's the gate crasher team, the church wedding and dinner. I was more obvious for the dinner.
The thing about planning for a wedding is... it is exactly the same planning for any other events, be it commercial or not. There bound to be unhappy moments involved and also misunderstandings. The fact that it's a wedding makes it a little easier to control I suppose. Just look at the bride n groom, thankfully they are not the nonchalant type. Believe me, there are those who do not want to lay a hand nor make major decisions.
It's usually the friends or relatives, in this case, friends, that actually strained a little of their friendship. People making the decisions, the planning team, tends to want their decision to be kept and respect by everyone else. Which means, a friendly suggestion will often than not, be looked upon as a destroyer to the perfect plan. I always wonder why people find it hard to give a little attention to suggestions. Afterall, it's only a 'SUGGESTION'. You are not oblige to adopt them, perhaps to consider it???
That's where the value of friendships comes in. Insist your way or looking at the goals to achieved? Lame suggestions are not part of the topic here (that of course, should get rebuked and perhaps thrown tomatoes). The aim is to make the wedding day smooth and memorable for the couple.
For a while, I actually want to show attitude when my suggestions was brushed off. Trust me, it was for the precaution, and that was actually from the initial plan but was later changed which I do not know how it got there. I took a step back, look at the overall picture for a while. Here are my two good friends, who were by my side in my deepest and darkest period, they are committing to a union which then I had doubts about it. And in light, I am very happy for them, minus the tears. I then realised that all I wanted was to be a part of the contributors to make that day a success.
I opened my heart, take no offences at whoever brushes me off, telling me my ideas was crappy or putting me down. On the actual day, though I did made certain suggestions but was told otherwise of the plan, I kept mum and follow through. Little 'respect' was given but what the hack, I still kept mum and follow through. Doesn't help to make a fuss nor to argue. The most important thing was to make the groom n bride happy, everyone happy. I realised that the goal, does acutally keeps one alive and focus.
I could have done lotsa nasty things or utter nasty words, but it doesn't provide help to the wedding. I did not take anyone's comments to heart for I focus on making the couple happy and stress-free.
Someone poked at me from that morning till nite. I'm oblivious to the fact that why the person did what was done, but I supposed I wasn't really 'hurt' by that person's behaviour towards me. One point in time, I felt like steaming up. I mean... how does it feel to have a person poking at you for the whole day? Think about it... but the fact that my goals for the day was the couple, so I 'rebuked' that person with a friendly smile yet sending the message through that the nonsense had to stop. I turned away with a smile and walked off.
I believed everyone present at that point of time was able to read from my face and understood my words. If they don't, which is even better, it's alright either.
So... in whatever was done, especially for a friend, if not like mine, for two friends, keep focus on the love for the friends and try not to steer away from it. Eventually, if things get personal, it will cause a strain on friendship, which I value very much in my heart.
You can hate me, detest me or even best, get angry at me, I LOVE you still. Each and everyone of you with every single bit of my love. I poured it all out and am still pouring on to you.
Well, as usual, here are the highlights of the wedding:
the Gate Crashers &
the Gate Keeper
The Hakka Clan
The Gate Crashers
me with the couple, Keith & Peiyu
Together, we shall walk hand-in-hand
Monday, March 13, 2006
Refiner's Fire
Have you hug someone lately?
I know I haven't... wouldn't it be good if there's someone there that yearns for your hug?
I doubt it's a perfect idea. Not being pessimist here, looking it into a deeper level, it might becomes a responsibility or an obligation. Some times... you just dun wanna give. No reason about it, just the feeling of not wanting to give.
She gets mad... so what do you do? Some might be lost, wondering why the h**l is she fuming over it. Others... can't be bother with it. Well, i'm a little out of point here, but that's part of the package.
By reading, one can tell that this writer, or blogger (to be politically correct), is still single. Yes I am indeed. I'm not complaining that the grapes are soured. Recently I asked myself, when will I get attach again??? It does ponders me for quite a while, not that I'm yearning for one.
I looked into my life, I'm back to character building again. Not that I'm deteriorating, but I would like to fine tune the existing, thankfully, good traits and to improved on those bad habits I have. I would keep silence on either least I be tempted to boast the good ones and lavish shame on the bad ones.
So why am I doing all these? Partly so be responsible to myself as a person and also to prep myself for the one whom God is sending to me. Afterall, there's a saying in Chinese, "Human takes path that leads to high places whereas water flows down the path". Even if she doesn't comes, I still gain from the process of refinement.
It's a hard and painful process. Like purging gold to its purest form, the fire has to be set at high temperature. It is then, after heating for a period of time, that the gold will be purge to its purest form. The process of self-discovery is not a pleasant process. It's like having the light to shine into the darkest part of the heart, it can be a ugly sight. Perhaps one would regret shining the light. But I assume that it is something that I have to see in order to start the refinery process.
It is through this time, where my mood will be in topsy turvy condition. I may not recognise myself and going through an emotional roller-coaster. When the ride comes to a halt, I know I'll be smiling and laughing at the process. I'll be as refine as the gold, I'll be shining brightly but I am also will be in a very fraigile and vulnerable state.
Fragile and vulnerable??? Yes... very indeed. Gold is not stable in its purest form. It is weak and soft. The hardening process, will comes next. That... I hope, probably be when she appears and solidify my life.
Here are some of the photos from my recent performance, well... more of post performance. These are the good friends who came and supported me. However, there's a regret for my second routine. It could have turn out much more beautiful and memorable, but I guess I blew it.
Mr. Softie, mua and Ms Pleasant Personality
I know I haven't... wouldn't it be good if there's someone there that yearns for your hug?
I doubt it's a perfect idea. Not being pessimist here, looking it into a deeper level, it might becomes a responsibility or an obligation. Some times... you just dun wanna give. No reason about it, just the feeling of not wanting to give.
She gets mad... so what do you do? Some might be lost, wondering why the h**l is she fuming over it. Others... can't be bother with it. Well, i'm a little out of point here, but that's part of the package.
By reading, one can tell that this writer, or blogger (to be politically correct), is still single. Yes I am indeed. I'm not complaining that the grapes are soured. Recently I asked myself, when will I get attach again??? It does ponders me for quite a while, not that I'm yearning for one.
I looked into my life, I'm back to character building again. Not that I'm deteriorating, but I would like to fine tune the existing, thankfully, good traits and to improved on those bad habits I have. I would keep silence on either least I be tempted to boast the good ones and lavish shame on the bad ones.
So why am I doing all these? Partly so be responsible to myself as a person and also to prep myself for the one whom God is sending to me. Afterall, there's a saying in Chinese, "Human takes path that leads to high places whereas water flows down the path". Even if she doesn't comes, I still gain from the process of refinement.
It's a hard and painful process. Like purging gold to its purest form, the fire has to be set at high temperature. It is then, after heating for a period of time, that the gold will be purge to its purest form. The process of self-discovery is not a pleasant process. It's like having the light to shine into the darkest part of the heart, it can be a ugly sight. Perhaps one would regret shining the light. But I assume that it is something that I have to see in order to start the refinery process.
It is through this time, where my mood will be in topsy turvy condition. I may not recognise myself and going through an emotional roller-coaster. When the ride comes to a halt, I know I'll be smiling and laughing at the process. I'll be as refine as the gold, I'll be shining brightly but I am also will be in a very fraigile and vulnerable state.
Fragile and vulnerable??? Yes... very indeed. Gold is not stable in its purest form. It is weak and soft. The hardening process, will comes next. That... I hope, probably be when she appears and solidify my life.
Here are some of the photos from my recent performance, well... more of post performance. These are the good friends who came and supported me. However, there's a regret for my second routine. It could have turn out much more beautiful and memorable, but I guess I blew it.
Mr. Softie, mua and Ms Pleasant Personality
Softie, The Leader and Charmin' Sweetie Pie
Mua & Sandeep before our Mondo Magic
Willy mua & Pam after the performance
Gordon & fren
Aren't they drop dead GORGEOUS???Well... that's all for the Mondo Magic Singapore Night...
Friday, February 24, 2006
to Affinity and beyond
They say that life is a wonder, I couldn't agree more. Many things happened in many different ways that brings people and issues together. Affinity is what I would term it as. Well, it's a routine I have in my repertoire, using the word 'Affinity' as my plot. It really amazing how many of my audiences are truly amaze with the routine. It actually slipped past my mind when and how I came up with the plot. I can only recalled it's probably around last year when I was performing extensively. Truly, it brings and gives meaning to my performance. It is usually the 1st card effect I would perform, and probably the only one should I have only time for 1 effect.
I always wonder the driving force behind the word 'Affinity'. It seem that God is the driving force. Bringing people together, taking them apart and connects people and mundane things in an unique manner. What are you doing my Lord? What's your rationale behind every thing that you do? A knowledge that is beyond the comprehension of every man. Nevertheless, your will for the good of man, whom you love very much.
Alpha and Omega, it's always as so. It's probably when you are nearing the end, you know when the affinity started, but you never know when it ends till the minute at your death bed. Long lost friends can bump into each all of the sudden and continue their friendship from there, they took a break from the 'previous end'. I seldom loses hope with life, for I feel that not knowing the future keeps me alive and looking forward for surprises, which I never felt when they came. I never imagine being friends with people whom I have not met, but I did. You people know who you are. I also never imagine to hang out with a friend whom we had not been contacting for 1 full year. You know who you are too. But the fact is, never put a full stop in life, for it ends only when the breathing stops at you.
I always like the idea getting to know people but wasn't a very approachable person, perhaps I wasn't a good conversationlist. The fact is having an ability to listen is not enough with people. I learned to response. Period. People crave for companion, good companion. Being a good person is not enough. Both have to click with each other and that's affinity. The strange force that put people with each other and side by side. Sincerity is a bonus, but never the primary cause. It's affinity.
May someday, to all who read this, I'll perform 'Affinity' to you. For those who have seen, I'll work on more incredible stuff to celebrate our friendship.
Here are few of the result of God's placement of affinity in my life...
Apparently I can't upload the photos, next time then...
Thursday, February 16, 2006
a prayer answered...
It's been a long time since I was involve in any volunteering work, and meetings. Perhaps it comes at a pretty good time cos I am in the process of keeping myself occupied, other than with work of course.
Volunteered myself to one of my long time friend's, Rixiang, request, who happens to be my ex-church mate (he's now serving in another church) . We will be organising a National Bible Quiz 2006 for the The Boys' Bridage Singapore. I was a boy with the BB when I was a student. Although being a school's ECA (now I believed it is term as CCA), it has left pretty much impact on me and my life.
First of all, it taught me, very well I supposed, that being capable is not something that will sees reward and recognition. Good relationship does helps, in this case, a lot, to push one up the ladder. I was 14 then. A couple of my mates and I were selected to be interviewed for promotion. Apparently, one of whom I find, being capable and with much dedication, did not made it. Instead, 2 other bugger did, whom was very well in relationship with the seniors, who was also our NCOs. I believed their appraisal help alot eh.
Second, true capabilities and dedications will persevere and reap rewards from that was sowed. That friend cum classmate of mine did made it to be a NCOs and went on to become an Officer (of the BB that is). I left by the time I was 15. It was after a few years, after I left, that I understand that. That 2 bugger quitted eventually.
So what makes or prompt me to go back to The Boys' Bridage to serve? Well, dedication and attachment I have with The Boys' Bridage. Over the short years serving in the BB had me build a bond, through God, that was so strong that I believe no one can break. Although it was more than 10 yrs since I was involved in any of its activities, nevertheless, I try to keep abreast of its movement, praying to God that some day that He will being me back to the BB and serve. What ever post I may be given. I was that 'crazy' to the extend of entertaining the thought of just walking in and volunteer myself for its service. I held back because I believed, although they may welcome and appreciate my passion, I doubt they will accept it. I quitted BB then, so without referrals, I probably won't be able to be involve. Perhaps.
I love The Boys' Bridage. "The Objectives of The Boys' Bridage shall be the advancement of Christ's Kingdom..." It has indeed brought me a step closer to Christ and also to know Him more and better each day.
I learn a lot about people in there than learning from books, although there are things I never able to apply, nevertheless, I did gain the knowledge from there. It is a good movement, one that teaches many things that other uniform groups, perhaps, do not teach (I may be bias on this), but most importantly, I believe, it is the dedication of Sir William Alexander Fraser, our Founder, that brought the good news of Christ to many youth that was and is lost in this crazy world. He founded a movement that teaches many life surviving skills, develop personal characters, and most importantly, the knowledge of Christ.
For many years, I had prayed, on and off, to go back to serve. Finally, with His blessings and invitation of RiXiang, I am finally back with The Boys' Bridage. I can't express how happy I am now, that my prayers have been answered (a testimony indeed that prayers do get answer if it's according to His will). Probably God has been preparing me for this work all along, I dunno. Most importantly, my prayers have been answered and that's all I cling on to.
We had the 1st committe meeting yesterday, and there's more to come. You bet I am looking forward to all of it, till the event that is to be held in September...
Volunteered myself to one of my long time friend's, Rixiang, request, who happens to be my ex-church mate (he's now serving in another church) . We will be organising a National Bible Quiz 2006 for the The Boys' Bridage Singapore. I was a boy with the BB when I was a student. Although being a school's ECA (now I believed it is term as CCA), it has left pretty much impact on me and my life.First of all, it taught me, very well I supposed, that being capable is not something that will sees reward and recognition. Good relationship does helps, in this case, a lot, to push one up the ladder. I was 14 then. A couple of my mates and I were selected to be interviewed for promotion. Apparently, one of whom I find, being capable and with much dedication, did not made it. Instead, 2 other bugger did, whom was very well in relationship with the seniors, who was also our NCOs. I believed their appraisal help alot eh.
Second, true capabilities and dedications will persevere and reap rewards from that was sowed. That friend cum classmate of mine did made it to be a NCOs and went on to become an Officer (of the BB that is). I left by the time I was 15. It was after a few years, after I left, that I understand that. That 2 bugger quitted eventually.
So what makes or prompt me to go back to The Boys' Bridage to serve? Well, dedication and attachment I have with The Boys' Bridage. Over the short years serving in the BB had me build a bond, through God, that was so strong that I believe no one can break. Although it was more than 10 yrs since I was involved in any of its activities, nevertheless, I try to keep abreast of its movement, praying to God that some day that He will being me back to the BB and serve. What ever post I may be given. I was that 'crazy' to the extend of entertaining the thought of just walking in and volunteer myself for its service. I held back because I believed, although they may welcome and appreciate my passion, I doubt they will accept it. I quitted BB then, so without referrals, I probably won't be able to be involve. Perhaps.
I love The Boys' Bridage. "The Objectives of The Boys' Bridage shall be the advancement of Christ's Kingdom..." It has indeed brought me a step closer to Christ and also to know Him more and better each day.
I learn a lot about people in there than learning from books, although there are things I never able to apply, nevertheless, I did gain the knowledge from there. It is a good movement, one that teaches many things that other uniform groups, perhaps, do not teach (I may be bias on this), but most importantly, I believe, it is the dedication of Sir William Alexander Fraser, our Founder, that brought the good news of Christ to many youth that was and is lost in this crazy world. He founded a movement that teaches many life surviving skills, develop personal characters, and most importantly, the knowledge of Christ.
For many years, I had prayed, on and off, to go back to serve. Finally, with His blessings and invitation of RiXiang, I am finally back with The Boys' Bridage. I can't express how happy I am now, that my prayers have been answered (a testimony indeed that prayers do get answer if it's according to His will). Probably God has been preparing me for this work all along, I dunno. Most importantly, my prayers have been answered and that's all I cling on to.
We had the 1st committe meeting yesterday, and there's more to come. You bet I am looking forward to all of it, till the event that is to be held in September...
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Not without a reason...
My recent trip to Sentosa reveals one thing about myself... I have changed. How? Well, I used to enjoy 'slacking' by the beach. Swimming in the sea, sun tanning and enjoying the light breeze if there's any, but it proves all otherwise. I was like... man... it's hot, I didn't swimmed alot, and I wasn't 'relaxing' myself at all.Hmm... What causes me to change? I'm really wondering about that. Perhaps the hectic lifestyle my frens have affect me a little. Good or bad?? I dunno, but what I do know is, I was pretty unrest then. Perhaps it's the piling up of my work. My mind was thinking about so many things then. Promonational tools, brochures, staging, performance props etc... It was the 4th day of Lunar New Year. My fren drove which lessen the hassle. Nevertheless, my mind was unrest of the many things that I set for myself and required my immediate attention.
The good thing about the trip was I got to have a heart to heart chat with Michelle, my fren's girlfriend. She shared quite a number of thoughts with me. Partly was her work, being the head stylist of the saloon, she has to learn to overcome many problems that never before she thought she had to face. I didn't gave her any advice except to provide her with my listening ears. I believe it's much better than all the 'ifs' and 'maybes you could'.
As a woman, it is not uncommon to have qualms about her boyfriend's love for her. These lovely creatures, which Adam named as 'woman', want an assurance and to be loved, by the man they love of course. It occurs to me that, as sensitive as a woman can be, they prefered to see love-in-action. I believed that she can sense, very strongly, that my friend Kelvin loves her alot and I do see that in him, not that I'm siding him. Seriously, I asked him, if my memory served me well, early last year when they just gotten together for a while, if he has been strucked by love. Haha... apparently he brushed me away. That was, in fact, the side of him I doubt many of our friends had seen before. I assured Michelle that Kelvin did gave her his heart, and nevertheless, truly.
So what the hack am I talking about? Women need love, and plenty of it. Above that, love-in-action assures them everything they have doubts in. They do not need you to buy them super expensive stuff, even if they did insisted, the only reason is to 'test' whether are you willing to part your money for her. Which, at times, I think it's pretty legitimate for them to do so. After all, you can be sure that she might just cook for you everyday after buying her that diamond ring or necklace. And boy she will whipped up pretty nice dishes to heal your wound, that is if she cooks.
So... what will you do for her just to assure her of you love? It's up to your creativity I suppose, but remember the golden rule, it has to be something that spells romance. If not, you'll be wasting your bloody effort and sleeps in the living room for the whole week.
Here are some photos taken at the Sentosa...
Kelvin and me
Passe Poser
Mike and Kelvin
Me and Michelle, don't I feel SAFE???
Aren't they loving???btw, I'm single...
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Non like this...
There's probably quite a few things I would like to jot down, but it's rather late and I have to wake up early for my stupid driving lesson. So I'll just keep it short.
First of all, I would like to send a BIG THANK YOU to the below mention people in no particular order:
Miss Charming Sweetie
Mr Softie Voice
Miss Pleasant Personality
Miss Kwel
Miss Jovial aka The Leader of the Band
For the present that you all gave. I simply love it...
Took a little dip with my new camera and a few 'artistic' shots of my PRESENT!!!
Here are the shots:
I don't celebrate birthday at all. In fact, for the past 6-7yrs, I never did. No lavish parties at pubs nor with families and frens. I was surprised though, that this year, I have a present. The feeling was good, in fact, being a surprised, it was even better.
My perception of a good 'birthday celebration', QUALITY TIME WITH LOVE ONES, which consist of friends, girlfriend (i'm single anyway) or anyone I'm close there and then. With quality time, I don't mean being in a room making love, nor a big lavish party at pubs or disco and definitely not things like chalets although all these can and might be part of Singaporean's style of a birthday celebration.
Allow me to give you an example. 21 yrs old birthday in pretty 'big deal' to many. In fact, many would call for a 'big' celebration. Many of my friends did. Not that I disapproved of their manner of celebration, nope, I don't disagree with them. Some of my friends had their parties at pubs, disco and some to the extend of booking a chalet and gather all their friends (I was one of them), families, colleagues and ex-school mates.
My 21st birthday 'celebration' was simply, with 2 of my church mate, Keith, (who by the way, is getting marry this coming March and I'll be chief organiser, making decisions and keeping things in organisation. I actually dying to be the MC more than anything and anyone else!), and Jimmy, my secondary school classmate cum church mate and Kaki in my hobby. We went for movie at Junction 8, no fancy dinner nor cake cutting and definitely no drinks. Oh yeah... there weren't any presents too. The fact that I still remember it is because it was a day well-spent. Quality!!!
The bottom line is, I enjoyed every moment, every second of my birthday and if I were to live all over again, I would still do the same. I feel good about myself, I feel good about the day and I definitely feel good about the company. So all of you out there who might beg to differ, the thing is, I don't have to make guests feel good on coming to the 'party', they won't feel awkward sitting to some strangers on their left and right and definitely I don't have to run around asking if they are alrite and saying, "Sorry, I hoped you don't mind and hoped you're not too bored or pardon my poor hospitality etc...". Still, a disclaimer, me being not that kind of person who celebrates birthday in the above mention manner does not mean I disapproved of it. I would still attend such birthday parties, but it's just not me to hold one of such. Period.
Rite... That Friday night was very much enjoyable. Me, Mr. Softie Voice, Ms Pleasant Personality and Ms Kwel gather at Chjimes for a drink. I had 2 in fact. We sat outside Bobby Rubino, a quiet table by the centre. We were drinking and chatting, nothing spectcular.
The best of the nite, was actually listening to Ms Kwel's stories of her CNY and her boss (hope I dun get her into trouble penning it here). To my amazement, she can share for hours (nope... you're not consider talkative, in my sense). How she 'entertained' the kids during CNY by being the banker for card games with bets of 10cents, in which she termed 'Kopi Tioyo' (in Hokkien). Gotten me remiscising my childhood days. 10 cents can actually buy one 'Sng Bao'. Haha... And how she... well, I got to censor this cos it might get her into trouble. If it does, there won't be any more stories for me. A little hint though, it's the hilarious stories on her working life.
She's like a story-teller, I was very engrossed in her stories and of cos, her exaggerated yet cute facial expressions as the stories was shared.
It was not exactly a birthday gathering, my birthday had past for a few days then.
Here you are... what I would consider... a Quality 'birthday celebration'.
I love you all!
First of all, I would like to send a BIG THANK YOU to the below mention people in no particular order:
Miss Charming Sweetie
Mr Softie Voice
Miss Pleasant Personality
Miss Kwel
Miss Jovial aka The Leader of the Band
For the present that you all gave. I simply love it...
Took a little dip with my new camera and a few 'artistic' shots of my PRESENT!!!
Here are the shots:
I don't celebrate birthday at all. In fact, for the past 6-7yrs, I never did. No lavish parties at pubs nor with families and frens. I was surprised though, that this year, I have a present. The feeling was good, in fact, being a surprised, it was even better.
My perception of a good 'birthday celebration', QUALITY TIME WITH LOVE ONES, which consist of friends, girlfriend (i'm single anyway) or anyone I'm close there and then. With quality time, I don't mean being in a room making love, nor a big lavish party at pubs or disco and definitely not things like chalets although all these can and might be part of Singaporean's style of a birthday celebration.
Allow me to give you an example. 21 yrs old birthday in pretty 'big deal' to many. In fact, many would call for a 'big' celebration. Many of my friends did. Not that I disapproved of their manner of celebration, nope, I don't disagree with them. Some of my friends had their parties at pubs, disco and some to the extend of booking a chalet and gather all their friends (I was one of them), families, colleagues and ex-school mates.
My 21st birthday 'celebration' was simply, with 2 of my church mate, Keith, (who by the way, is getting marry this coming March and I'll be chief organiser, making decisions and keeping things in organisation. I actually dying to be the MC more than anything and anyone else!), and Jimmy, my secondary school classmate cum church mate and Kaki in my hobby. We went for movie at Junction 8, no fancy dinner nor cake cutting and definitely no drinks. Oh yeah... there weren't any presents too. The fact that I still remember it is because it was a day well-spent. Quality!!!
The bottom line is, I enjoyed every moment, every second of my birthday and if I were to live all over again, I would still do the same. I feel good about myself, I feel good about the day and I definitely feel good about the company. So all of you out there who might beg to differ, the thing is, I don't have to make guests feel good on coming to the 'party', they won't feel awkward sitting to some strangers on their left and right and definitely I don't have to run around asking if they are alrite and saying, "Sorry, I hoped you don't mind and hoped you're not too bored or pardon my poor hospitality etc...". Still, a disclaimer, me being not that kind of person who celebrates birthday in the above mention manner does not mean I disapproved of it. I would still attend such birthday parties, but it's just not me to hold one of such. Period.
Rite... That Friday night was very much enjoyable. Me, Mr. Softie Voice, Ms Pleasant Personality and Ms Kwel gather at Chjimes for a drink. I had 2 in fact. We sat outside Bobby Rubino, a quiet table by the centre. We were drinking and chatting, nothing spectcular.
The best of the nite, was actually listening to Ms Kwel's stories of her CNY and her boss (hope I dun get her into trouble penning it here). To my amazement, she can share for hours (nope... you're not consider talkative, in my sense). How she 'entertained' the kids during CNY by being the banker for card games with bets of 10cents, in which she termed 'Kopi Tioyo' (in Hokkien). Gotten me remiscising my childhood days. 10 cents can actually buy one 'Sng Bao'. Haha... And how she... well, I got to censor this cos it might get her into trouble. If it does, there won't be any more stories for me. A little hint though, it's the hilarious stories on her working life.
She's like a story-teller, I was very engrossed in her stories and of cos, her exaggerated yet cute facial expressions as the stories was shared.
It was not exactly a birthday gathering, my birthday had past for a few days then.
Here you are... what I would consider... a Quality 'birthday celebration'.
I love you all!
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Bon Appetit
I can't believed it... I actually overcome and pushed myself doing what I would called, Biathlon Appetizer. I swam for 1km, equivalent to 20 laps, consecutively and completed a 5km run. With an hour lapse in between of course. Never had I did something like that though it's not really something fantastic.
I intend to take part in the SAFRA Annual Biathlon. Have yet to sign up though, reason being I'm not sure if I can endure and persevere through. Although I have always been constantly exercising ever since I left Army, my physique is not in tip-top condition. I ran, at times, twice a week but am not consistent with my distance and speed at each run. Other times, I skipped it totally. I'm not a speed runner, never clocked any outstanding timing before, even during my Army days.
So what spurs this lousy runner to take part in Biathlon? I want to challenge to myself, not aiming at being 1st or 2nd place at the Biathlon (I'm pretty sure I might not comes in last though), but to further discipline myself and improve on my fitness. Afterall, my reservist is around the corner, June in fact, and it will be a 3 weeks long affair. I do not want to be a liability to my mates, especially being a Specialist, somehow, the unspoken responsibility is there. Also I felt my body needs a little 'house-keeping'.
The workout today was not really grueling, but my thighs began to take a toll on my mind at around 3km point. It started aching and was constantly sending signals to my brain to stop my bloody feet. I pushed on, thinking of the days when I was a trainee during my Army days, being pushed and dragged by my sergeants and also when it was my duty to push my men during their run. That recollection motivated me tremendously. Afterall, everyone in there (the Army) had 'no choice' but to run upon the given command. Men, Specialist and Officers alike. I continued on.
When I turned in into my block, that feeling of completion was fantastic. Body all heated up with sweat dripping down and lips thristing for water. At that very moment, the cool breeze blew, seemingly to reward me for my good effort. I stood still and enjoyed. I spread my arms wide, letting the breeze caressing every inch of my body, cooling me down.
Allow me to taste the Entree and Dessert, I might just sign up before the end of the week...
I intend to take part in the SAFRA Annual Biathlon. Have yet to sign up though, reason being I'm not sure if I can endure and persevere through. Although I have always been constantly exercising ever since I left Army, my physique is not in tip-top condition. I ran, at times, twice a week but am not consistent with my distance and speed at each run. Other times, I skipped it totally. I'm not a speed runner, never clocked any outstanding timing before, even during my Army days.
So what spurs this lousy runner to take part in Biathlon? I want to challenge to myself, not aiming at being 1st or 2nd place at the Biathlon (I'm pretty sure I might not comes in last though), but to further discipline myself and improve on my fitness. Afterall, my reservist is around the corner, June in fact, and it will be a 3 weeks long affair. I do not want to be a liability to my mates, especially being a Specialist, somehow, the unspoken responsibility is there. Also I felt my body needs a little 'house-keeping'.
The workout today was not really grueling, but my thighs began to take a toll on my mind at around 3km point. It started aching and was constantly sending signals to my brain to stop my bloody feet. I pushed on, thinking of the days when I was a trainee during my Army days, being pushed and dragged by my sergeants and also when it was my duty to push my men during their run. That recollection motivated me tremendously. Afterall, everyone in there (the Army) had 'no choice' but to run upon the given command. Men, Specialist and Officers alike. I continued on.
When I turned in into my block, that feeling of completion was fantastic. Body all heated up with sweat dripping down and lips thristing for water. At that very moment, the cool breeze blew, seemingly to reward me for my good effort. I stood still and enjoyed. I spread my arms wide, letting the breeze caressing every inch of my body, cooling me down.
Allow me to taste the Entree and Dessert, I might just sign up before the end of the week...
Monday, February 06, 2006
Can I join you there...?
The dripping drops break the serene of the night
Twisting and turning upon my bed I laid
Wishing that silence rings only upon my ears
Are you with me, or in the land of fantasies??
Making up what you wished you could have been
Can I join you there?
I'll lit a cigarette if I ever smoke
Views through that window, I might just enjoy
If ever that helps to sooth my soul
Couldn't time ticks a little faster bringing light upon my face?
So bright my eyes will close, I will lay on my bed
And create my own fantasies
This is my night, at times without the drips
Twisting and turning upon my bed I laid
Wishing that silence rings only upon my ears
Saturday, February 04, 2006
The second Moses
The Bible wrote that when Moses saw the Glory of God, his face was full of radiant and glowed with God's glory. I, since young, always wondered how does it look like, a face that reflects the glory of God.
I read a blog of my fren, Rena, ystr. All of a sudden, I had the urge to read her blog (I was about to switch off my pc to get ready to head off for my performance). An eulogy of an one and only time acquaintance, Kelvin David. Yes, he's dead. He left a very deep impression in my mind. Prior to my reading, I had been asking Rena abt him, ard the same time of his death. It didn't came as a surprise as he had mentioned during our acquaintance that his time was almost up.
So wat's the connection? The denominator was cancer. My mum died of cancer, so was David. Yes, those that spread throughout your body. In my mum's final days, she accepted Christ and was baptised, a truly joyful moment of my life. I had prayed, for years, for that day to come that the Lord will save her spirit and give her eternal life. It's quite different that for David, the death is on him while for me, I was watching my love one dying. Battling through the chemotherapy and all other nonsense one have to go through. It probably gives a little hope, for the patient, that one day he/she might get well while on the other hand, I knowing exactly that for my mum, that day will never come.
Days living in the hospice was an ordeal and torment to us all. Like a dark cloud that is about to rain yet it didn't. The chill and coldness of being alone in the open field without any shelter. I really thank Jesus that he brave the storm to bring an unbrella, walking towards my mum and embraces her. Amen!
In David case, I empthatised with him in that, he, was encouraging everyone (as I did to everyone during the wake of my mum) instead of recieveing. It takes great faith in Christ to tell everyone that I will not 'die' and will be looking forward for a long promised eternal life. We, in different ways, shared that with our love ones.
So what has to got to to with the bibilical Moses? I see the radiant glow and the glory of God in Kelvin. Yes, he's an indian with a dark skin, very dark in fact. But the glow in him actually caught my attention. During over conversation, I sensed a very strong aura in him, but I just didn't asked him if he was with God, a Christian, but I do very much sensed that he is. It was later in the conversation that he revealed he is a Christian, without much surprise as his aura was really strong. In my entire life as a Christian, I have yet to meet a youth around my age, Kelvin being 2 years older than I, to shine so brightly with God's radiant and glory. I envied him, and will gladly give everything, including my breath, just to be like Kelvin even it's just for that short moment. That moment to shine for Jesus is indeed truly a moment to die for.
So please pray for me that I will not forget Kelvin and that God will constantly use him as a guidance, a lighthouse for my life, shining my path towards Jesus. That one day, Jesus will find me a worthy vessels to shine for Him...
I read a blog of my fren, Rena, ystr. All of a sudden, I had the urge to read her blog (I was about to switch off my pc to get ready to head off for my performance). An eulogy of an one and only time acquaintance, Kelvin David. Yes, he's dead. He left a very deep impression in my mind. Prior to my reading, I had been asking Rena abt him, ard the same time of his death. It didn't came as a surprise as he had mentioned during our acquaintance that his time was almost up.
So wat's the connection? The denominator was cancer. My mum died of cancer, so was David. Yes, those that spread throughout your body. In my mum's final days, she accepted Christ and was baptised, a truly joyful moment of my life. I had prayed, for years, for that day to come that the Lord will save her spirit and give her eternal life. It's quite different that for David, the death is on him while for me, I was watching my love one dying. Battling through the chemotherapy and all other nonsense one have to go through. It probably gives a little hope, for the patient, that one day he/she might get well while on the other hand, I knowing exactly that for my mum, that day will never come.
Days living in the hospice was an ordeal and torment to us all. Like a dark cloud that is about to rain yet it didn't. The chill and coldness of being alone in the open field without any shelter. I really thank Jesus that he brave the storm to bring an unbrella, walking towards my mum and embraces her. Amen!
In David case, I empthatised with him in that, he, was encouraging everyone (as I did to everyone during the wake of my mum) instead of recieveing. It takes great faith in Christ to tell everyone that I will not 'die' and will be looking forward for a long promised eternal life. We, in different ways, shared that with our love ones.
So what has to got to to with the bibilical Moses? I see the radiant glow and the glory of God in Kelvin. Yes, he's an indian with a dark skin, very dark in fact. But the glow in him actually caught my attention. During over conversation, I sensed a very strong aura in him, but I just didn't asked him if he was with God, a Christian, but I do very much sensed that he is. It was later in the conversation that he revealed he is a Christian, without much surprise as his aura was really strong. In my entire life as a Christian, I have yet to meet a youth around my age, Kelvin being 2 years older than I, to shine so brightly with God's radiant and glory. I envied him, and will gladly give everything, including my breath, just to be like Kelvin even it's just for that short moment. That moment to shine for Jesus is indeed truly a moment to die for.
So please pray for me that I will not forget Kelvin and that God will constantly use him as a guidance, a lighthouse for my life, shining my path towards Jesus. That one day, Jesus will find me a worthy vessels to shine for Him...
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Hidden secrets of the Dread
Hmm... I was wrong. The arrival of the dread somehow unfolds itself with much pleasant surprises. Firstly, there
was the walk at River Ang Bao, which to my surprise, was pretty enjoyable. The COMPANY that is.
I always believed that it's the company that counts, which in this case, I was right. I had enjoyed the walk through the crowd while hearing the cute whining of Miss Charming Sweetie Pie of being hot and perspiring. Well, this is one kinda 'whining' that I probably will not find a dread hearing. It's really cute n funny when you hear her whine. The soft, cutsy manner when she phrase her words, alas, softens the negativity of the whining. Adding a little laughter too.
One of the highlights was towards the centre of the event venue was the 12 Chinese Animal Characters. Me, Miss Charming Sweetie Pie, The Great Salesman and Miss Jovial aka Leader of the Band was like hunting ard to find their characters. I'm never was keen on this kinda characters n horoscopes reading and I am quite in fact against the idea, being a Christian I suppose. But since I'm there, I just help them to find their's. I guess the most difficult to find was the one belonging to Miss Charming Sweetie Pie. We were like, walking in circles just to find her's. I was thinking to myself, is she dat much a difficult person as to finding her Zodiac? Dun judge a book by her cover, but it has not been proven so... as for now. I would like to read it one day. Period.
I am very much amazed by the how people believes in what's written there. They do not bother about the source of the writings and just read as if it's 'true' (on the positive and well preferred writings). Still it gives hopes to all who reads. A source of 'encouragement' for the positive divination and a warning for the negatives.
In Chinese characters, there 2 interpretations on the word 'Hope' that I like very much. They are 'Xi Wang' and 'Pang Wang'. Both can be loosely translate as 'Hope', except that in Chinese language, these words are more exact in meaning.
'Xi Wang' - A hope that one has in hoping that the hope he hopes for will materialise, by just blank thought constantly. Intangible connotation.
'Pang Wang' - A hope that one is looking forward to its materialising, in matter of time. Tangible connotation.
It is through Christ that we can Pang Wang all good to come in this life, living this life to look forward to His second coming and eternal life and as the Bible says, he had came and will come again. What are you looking for in life? What is your hopes based on? The tangible or the intangible? You make your choice. Period.
On the River Ang Bao -
The crowd was not that pack to the extend that we have to squeeze and push around. There's still room to walk around with occassion brushing of shoulders. And that's pretty much about it. As for the stalls there, it's the typical pasar malam stuff. How I wish that the organisers can come up with more relevant stuff to feature there. I remembered once I worked at the River Ang Bao. I was with a talent mgmt coy selling balloon sculptures. It sold like hot cakes. RAB was introduced a few years ago then, which the idea was still pretty fresh in the mind of Singaporean. However, one thing about the RAB that I would like to praise about was the deco. It is much better that those that I had went (although I still think it has much more to improve on). There wasn't much peripherals events other than the deco and the stall (or perhaps we were there at the 'wrong' time???). It does liven up the venue a litte if they had chinese arcobatics performing or busking.
The Fire Works -
It was pretty spectacular. It was a rough 5 mins display. It came upon as a surprise (which I pretty much dislike the idea, although Miss Charming Sweetie Pie kinda likes it, sheesh... haha). Here are some highlights for those who missed it. Not fanstatically taken, but here's my best shot.
Well... that's all I have for the fireworks. Looking forward to...
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Arrival of the Dread...
The dreadful time of the year is here again. Yes, you got it. It's Chinese New Year. I never like CNY, Y? Generally because I find it 'meaningless'. Well, everyone will tell you, or me, it's about gathering of families, the 'once-in-a-year' thing, best one is 'renewing ties'.
Aww c'mon, most of the families I visited, friends or relatives alike, always ended up in gambling. That's probably y I feel it's meaningless. How often do me and my relatives, cousins or elders sit there and chat? Everyone is more concern on the 'Fa Cai', strike 4D (my birthday usually falls close to CNY (both lunar and the norm) and it's usually my 'job' to pick, yeah, you got it, 4 hopeful numbers for all. I relent to it.
I mean, I'm sure there's more to just gambling and thinking of getting rich for CNY right? How come no one ever asked me about how's my health, assuming I'm in perfect conditions upon my prescence. Or how have my past year was like, what are the ups and downs I faced and how to move on? Not that I am in desperate need of the concern but more of such questions, I feel, makes a person feels that he/she is in the family. I don't assume that all the families are like that of mine, nor I'm complaining that mine is of such. But I seriously feel that CNY can and should be more than just getting together and wishing each other to get rich.
Even the CNY songs is mostly about getting rich (Fa Da Cai), c'mon... I feel that such a mindset should change. I don't go around wishing everyone 'Gong Xi Fa Cai'. I hate this greeting line, tremendously!!! Then again, I can't change the mindset that has been going on since way before I was born. I gave up. I can only dread the journey to my relatives' place, and yes, with 2 oranges in my hands.
I feel that Christmas, on the other hand, has much more meaning. It reminds us of the Love that was born to this sin-filled place, bringing hopes and joy to all. I mean, every body wants to be rich, but the mind usually hope of striking 4D, Toto and maybe on soccer bets. C'mon... life is larger than that.
I don't buy 4D, well I did bought a few times when I was young. More of like when my mum and older brother asking me to chip in. I gave just to make then happy. The number never came out. I don't understand the 'thrill' of buying even though my dad striked a couple of big ones, and I mean real big one. Once was almost 70 - 80 grand I think, he gave me 1k, was super duper happy then. I mean, c'mon, for a 10+ year old kid, 1k was like 'Wow!!'. But the thing is, my dad would then splurged on his friends and relatives. Eventually, yeah you got it, emptied the winnings. I learned early that the easier the money comes, the much more easier that it goes. No doubt on dat, it used to reflect on my earlier days of work, my part-time job I mean.
Kinda outta topic. Anyway, I dunno how to face this CNY. I guess the only motivation that I have for the next few CNY, and the past, is my grandma. She's like 80+ (yeah... really old huh), whom I forsee not having much more years to live. C'mon, I'm not cursing her, but it's the truth. So I told myself that I'll, at least, make the attempt to visit her on every CNY without failed many years back knowing that her health will deteriorate along with time. It's the least I can to make her happy in her golden years. That's probably all I can offer right now given that my career has just making head outs.
I started working kinda late compare to my cousins, and even my younger brother. In fact, less those who are studying, I am in fact the last to work. Even my younger cousins started way before me... Anyway, I'll just dread through my CNY and give my granny a BIG SMILE when I see her...
Aww c'mon, most of the families I visited, friends or relatives alike, always ended up in gambling. That's probably y I feel it's meaningless. How often do me and my relatives, cousins or elders sit there and chat? Everyone is more concern on the 'Fa Cai', strike 4D (my birthday usually falls close to CNY (both lunar and the norm) and it's usually my 'job' to pick, yeah, you got it, 4 hopeful numbers for all. I relent to it.
I mean, I'm sure there's more to just gambling and thinking of getting rich for CNY right? How come no one ever asked me about how's my health, assuming I'm in perfect conditions upon my prescence. Or how have my past year was like, what are the ups and downs I faced and how to move on? Not that I am in desperate need of the concern but more of such questions, I feel, makes a person feels that he/she is in the family. I don't assume that all the families are like that of mine, nor I'm complaining that mine is of such. But I seriously feel that CNY can and should be more than just getting together and wishing each other to get rich.
Even the CNY songs is mostly about getting rich (Fa Da Cai), c'mon... I feel that such a mindset should change. I don't go around wishing everyone 'Gong Xi Fa Cai'. I hate this greeting line, tremendously!!! Then again, I can't change the mindset that has been going on since way before I was born. I gave up. I can only dread the journey to my relatives' place, and yes, with 2 oranges in my hands.
I feel that Christmas, on the other hand, has much more meaning. It reminds us of the Love that was born to this sin-filled place, bringing hopes and joy to all. I mean, every body wants to be rich, but the mind usually hope of striking 4D, Toto and maybe on soccer bets. C'mon... life is larger than that.
I don't buy 4D, well I did bought a few times when I was young. More of like when my mum and older brother asking me to chip in. I gave just to make then happy. The number never came out. I don't understand the 'thrill' of buying even though my dad striked a couple of big ones, and I mean real big one. Once was almost 70 - 80 grand I think, he gave me 1k, was super duper happy then. I mean, c'mon, for a 10+ year old kid, 1k was like 'Wow!!'. But the thing is, my dad would then splurged on his friends and relatives. Eventually, yeah you got it, emptied the winnings. I learned early that the easier the money comes, the much more easier that it goes. No doubt on dat, it used to reflect on my earlier days of work, my part-time job I mean.
Kinda outta topic. Anyway, I dunno how to face this CNY. I guess the only motivation that I have for the next few CNY, and the past, is my grandma. She's like 80+ (yeah... really old huh), whom I forsee not having much more years to live. C'mon, I'm not cursing her, but it's the truth. So I told myself that I'll, at least, make the attempt to visit her on every CNY without failed many years back knowing that her health will deteriorate along with time. It's the least I can to make her happy in her golden years. That's probably all I can offer right now given that my career has just making head outs.
I started working kinda late compare to my cousins, and even my younger brother. In fact, less those who are studying, I am in fact the last to work. Even my younger cousins started way before me... Anyway, I'll just dread through my CNY and give my granny a BIG SMILE when I see her...
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Come dream with me...
Welcome... Welcome... Come lay beside me and dream.
This is my new bed where I lay asleep and dream aloud. All thanks to Rena, her blog here tempted me to get a space, and I thought to myself, might as well move in my bed.
Oh yeah... one more thing before i go on, I would like to thank Rena, for plagiarizing my you know wat. Should I feel honoured about it??? I dunno, but it does serve its purpose...
As John Lennon penned, "You may say I'm a dreamer... but I'm not the only one...". The first time I heard this song, Imagine, I was very young, primary school to be exact. I fell in love with it. Never gotten the song into my head though, but these words has been my companion throughout my childhood and it still lingers in my head.
I'm a dreamer, everybody tells me so. Idealistic, them being polite, is not a bad thing I feel. I mean, how often do you get what you want? So I dream... of everything. It keeps my spirit alive and allows me to escape from the 'harsh' reality. C'mon, I'm sure you want a world dat allows your heart to rule and express freely. Everyone there abides to you 'willingly' and the path you walk upon is pave with golden bricks (yes yes, i'm plagiarizing here but you get the idea).
And that is why i dream... i can be anyone i want to be, for that moment, and wake up feeling good abt it. And yes, i do wake up from my dream. Frankly speaking, running through my memories, my dreams i mean, there are only a few things i actually dreamt of. And what are those? Stay tune to future blogs to find out.
I guess i'm pretty blessed, in everyway, that my work allows me to dream alot. No, i dun work as a QC for bed companies (perhaps I should give a shot at that). I create, wat seemingly impossible for the eyes, illusions. I dun know how the hack i gotten myself into this line but i'm glad i did. Illusions of what kind, I dun intend to put it here as yet, but it's good. It will put a smile on ur lips.
Back to the dreams... I'm rather excited at this moment and should you like to dream with me, do feel free and let me now, but remember, it's only a dream. We all have to wake up, but while we are awake, let us look forward to nite fall...
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