The events the months past went by a bit too quickly, more like a blur when looking back. Quite a bit was done and it seems like I am just catching a short breath before being caught in another furor of events later in the year.
What transpire since the last entry till now you might enquire? A few, getting called up for my first in camp since the farewell to arms 7 years back for one; Getting the new nest all set up to move in as another; To get the Chinese customary between my wife and me over and done with, to top it all off.
Not a lot to say but believe you me, it was quite a handful. It is getting harder and harder to sit back and write it all down and harder to get back to the habit of posting thoughts and putting it this way, putting it my way as I keep slacking. Try I did and endeavor I shall to carry on to regale you the deeds of men (women) and the passing of the events as I put it. I shall try until the next series of events makes me take my leave.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Monday, February 06, 2006
A new cycle of moon
Despite being only a mere change of the lunar calendar, heaps of activities took place that depleted me of any energy and will to blog for the two short weeks past. That and a need to ponder on the topic to blog on was also part of the hindrance that presence itself. That and the fact that I am now blogging to you from the latest addition to the family of adopted computer in the family while the other two desktops decided that they want a new installation of their operating systems did not helped improve the situation.
Despite being a bit late, I still would like to wish the readers, supporters, detractors and all visitors, a happy year of the Fire Dog and may the year even more bountiful than the last and all ill fortunes dissipate like the last page on the previous calendar.
新年快乐，万事如意。
Despite being a bit late, I still would like to wish the readers, supporters, detractors and all visitors, a happy year of the Fire Dog and may the year even more bountiful than the last and all ill fortunes dissipate like the last page on the previous calendar.
新年快乐，万事如意。
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Little Pavin
While the furor over Mr. Tan’s return has finally boiled over and that the law of the land has passed its first reading, there seems to still be background noise of those who decided that National Service is beneath them. One of them, which I read with utter distaste, was a letter by a little runt who decided that his motherland is nothing more than a nuisance.
The letters is as follows:
Jan 18, 2006Let those who intend to emigrate opt out of NS I REFER to the Insight article, 'Doers & dodgers: Time to heal the rift?' (ST, Jan 14). I share the same sentiment as Mr. Paul Wong, feeling no allegiance to Singapore and not being able to assimilate into Singaporean culture even though I was born and raised here.As a child, I grew up watching classic American movies and cartoons, and listening to American-genre music like country, southern gospel and classic American oldies.My paternal aunts and uncles are Ivy League students and speak with a slight American accent and use American grammar in speech. I was influenced by them.Because I am the child of a Thai father and a Singaporean mother, I am a citizen of both Thailand and Singapore. I hold a Singapore passport and will have to serve national service next year.I do not intend to live in Singapore and, in fact, have made serious plans to emigrate to the United States in future.Many friends of mine who have gone overseas to study intend to settle down in their host country after serving national service. I do not support the evasion of national service but I appeal to the Government to make some changes to the policy.For those who do not intend to live in Singapore, there is no purpose in serving national service. It is a waste of resources for the Government and a waste of time for those affected. In my case, I will renounce my Singapore citizenship at age 21 and take on Thai citizenship. The US will be my home in future and if a war breaks out between Singapore and the US, God forbid, obviously I would help to defend the US and fight Singapore if need be.Therefore, I do not see the purpose of training men who might 'turn against' their country in unforeseen circumstances.Perhaps the Ministry of Defence could come up with a policy to permit those who intend to emigrate to opt out of national service but if they do not leave by a certain age, then they would be drafted. Patriotism and loyalty cannot be forced. It is ultimately up to an individual whether he wants to serve the country.Pavin Limanont
Little Pavin, There is only 1 thing that I give you, that is you actually have the gall to say such things. You are probably outspoken and truthful but really, I hope you are not out to just get your 15 min of fame.
Well, if its infirmary that you want, you had achieve it. In fact, while some corners of Singapore might honor Mr. Melvin Tan for his return and his accomplishment in music, we really have nothing but scorn for you. First off, for 17 years of your miserable life, you have been given a somewhat safe environment to grow up in, your parents need not fear that you have been kidnapped nor worried that you have either take too much marijuana or shot yourselves in the stupor that follows. Neither was there fear that your skin color might not be accepted among equals and be relegated to being second-class citizen.
Your education, while might not have been the best in the world and perfect, had allowed you to write a letter that is legible despite its distasteful content. Unfortunately, you are still a failure of the system, as it did not inculcate a value of honor and patriotism to the country that you grew up in. It could be by your very nature vile and lack of a sound morale fiber. As such, you are more a liability than an asset to any country that you pledge your allegiance to. If 17 years did not leave a single shred of belongingness to a country which did you no wrong, woes to the 1 that you are disgruntled or might eventually be disillusioned to as you will not hesitate to sell your gun to whomever that caught your fancy. The lacking in principle likens you to a snake, which has no spine and bends. (Sorry to all the snakes that I offended, ok, worm…. sorry to the worms too)
I was born in Malaysia and am now a Singapore Citizen. The path that I partook was not easy and that I always remember the difficulties that my mother and I went through just so that I can be a Singapore Citizen. It was more of a struggle that took 15 years and I always look back with a tinge of pride when I received my pink IC. While I might not agree with some of the policies and the rationale of the Nation, but if asked to, taking up arms and laying down my life is something that I would not hesitate to do.
I in fact feel sorry for your mother and your paternal aunts and uncles, which are probably good people capable in their own rights, to have someone like you associated with them is probably tarnish to their good names. Having relatives that are Ivy League graduate does not qualify you automatically to greatness. You probably have to prove it and work at it rather than just coming here and bitch about it.
Little Pavin, if you are not happy with being called up to serve the nation, just go. You are free to go to that Ivy league colleague of yours and study and get your little head-start in life like so many who did. In fact, some of them were sponsored by this nation, which you spurned and while not all, a great many of them do come back, served their time for this nation. That in a word is called gratitude, the meaning of which might be alien to one such as you.
The only reason that I see you writing this letter at this time is that, you do not cut it for Ivy League, In fact, I even wonder if your O level was anything to write home about. Which is why you are writing this letter in a hope that they will let you get away with it without your parents needing to pay a bomb for an oversea education that will be lost on you, not to mentioned the 30K bond that they will need to put up of which you will surely caused it to be forfeited.
All in all, I would say that you are lost cause, while you come out and say what you feel, you just reaffirm that you and others like you are nothing more than some self-centered pukes that I despise.
Really, if you want out, go now; just get out, right now.
The letters is as follows:
Jan 18, 2006Let those who intend to emigrate opt out of NS I REFER to the Insight article, 'Doers & dodgers: Time to heal the rift?' (ST, Jan 14). I share the same sentiment as Mr. Paul Wong, feeling no allegiance to Singapore and not being able to assimilate into Singaporean culture even though I was born and raised here.As a child, I grew up watching classic American movies and cartoons, and listening to American-genre music like country, southern gospel and classic American oldies.My paternal aunts and uncles are Ivy League students and speak with a slight American accent and use American grammar in speech. I was influenced by them.Because I am the child of a Thai father and a Singaporean mother, I am a citizen of both Thailand and Singapore. I hold a Singapore passport and will have to serve national service next year.I do not intend to live in Singapore and, in fact, have made serious plans to emigrate to the United States in future.Many friends of mine who have gone overseas to study intend to settle down in their host country after serving national service. I do not support the evasion of national service but I appeal to the Government to make some changes to the policy.For those who do not intend to live in Singapore, there is no purpose in serving national service. It is a waste of resources for the Government and a waste of time for those affected. In my case, I will renounce my Singapore citizenship at age 21 and take on Thai citizenship. The US will be my home in future and if a war breaks out between Singapore and the US, God forbid, obviously I would help to defend the US and fight Singapore if need be.Therefore, I do not see the purpose of training men who might 'turn against' their country in unforeseen circumstances.Perhaps the Ministry of Defence could come up with a policy to permit those who intend to emigrate to opt out of national service but if they do not leave by a certain age, then they would be drafted. Patriotism and loyalty cannot be forced. It is ultimately up to an individual whether he wants to serve the country.Pavin Limanont
Little Pavin, There is only 1 thing that I give you, that is you actually have the gall to say such things. You are probably outspoken and truthful but really, I hope you are not out to just get your 15 min of fame.
Well, if its infirmary that you want, you had achieve it. In fact, while some corners of Singapore might honor Mr. Melvin Tan for his return and his accomplishment in music, we really have nothing but scorn for you. First off, for 17 years of your miserable life, you have been given a somewhat safe environment to grow up in, your parents need not fear that you have been kidnapped nor worried that you have either take too much marijuana or shot yourselves in the stupor that follows. Neither was there fear that your skin color might not be accepted among equals and be relegated to being second-class citizen.
Your education, while might not have been the best in the world and perfect, had allowed you to write a letter that is legible despite its distasteful content. Unfortunately, you are still a failure of the system, as it did not inculcate a value of honor and patriotism to the country that you grew up in. It could be by your very nature vile and lack of a sound morale fiber. As such, you are more a liability than an asset to any country that you pledge your allegiance to. If 17 years did not leave a single shred of belongingness to a country which did you no wrong, woes to the 1 that you are disgruntled or might eventually be disillusioned to as you will not hesitate to sell your gun to whomever that caught your fancy. The lacking in principle likens you to a snake, which has no spine and bends. (Sorry to all the snakes that I offended, ok, worm…. sorry to the worms too)
I was born in Malaysia and am now a Singapore Citizen. The path that I partook was not easy and that I always remember the difficulties that my mother and I went through just so that I can be a Singapore Citizen. It was more of a struggle that took 15 years and I always look back with a tinge of pride when I received my pink IC. While I might not agree with some of the policies and the rationale of the Nation, but if asked to, taking up arms and laying down my life is something that I would not hesitate to do.
I in fact feel sorry for your mother and your paternal aunts and uncles, which are probably good people capable in their own rights, to have someone like you associated with them is probably tarnish to their good names. Having relatives that are Ivy League graduate does not qualify you automatically to greatness. You probably have to prove it and work at it rather than just coming here and bitch about it.
Little Pavin, if you are not happy with being called up to serve the nation, just go. You are free to go to that Ivy league colleague of yours and study and get your little head-start in life like so many who did. In fact, some of them were sponsored by this nation, which you spurned and while not all, a great many of them do come back, served their time for this nation. That in a word is called gratitude, the meaning of which might be alien to one such as you.
The only reason that I see you writing this letter at this time is that, you do not cut it for Ivy League, In fact, I even wonder if your O level was anything to write home about. Which is why you are writing this letter in a hope that they will let you get away with it without your parents needing to pay a bomb for an oversea education that will be lost on you, not to mentioned the 30K bond that they will need to put up of which you will surely caused it to be forfeited.
All in all, I would say that you are lost cause, while you come out and say what you feel, you just reaffirm that you and others like you are nothing more than some self-centered pukes that I despise.
Really, if you want out, go now; just get out, right now.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Food (Dis)tasting
This is the first and the only time that I am doing this, so there is alot of things that I am doing for the first and I do hope that as the only time, it can be just ok.
However, I seems to keep getting spanner into my plans, having problem with the photo studio, interior decor company and now the restraunt.
By all meaning and intend, food tasting is for us to know for sure and be confident of the dishes that will be served during the wedding banquet. Unfortunately, the food tasting left me with distaste and abolute despair about the food served.
The whole food experience can be summarised with just 1 word: Bland.
the vegetables are just raw vegetables cooked. Something that even someone that doesn;t know how to cook will probably do better if they follow a cookbook. It all tasted like the cook never bothered to put in the right sauce.
The fish tasted weird and out of all the comments, everyone either thought that it is over or undercocked or just plain weird.
In summary, the whole experience made me look forward to the wedding dinner with dread.
I would hope that they can come out with some miracle to salvage the whole thing.... But hope, like miracle is a denial of truth.
However, I seems to keep getting spanner into my plans, having problem with the photo studio, interior decor company and now the restraunt.
By all meaning and intend, food tasting is for us to know for sure and be confident of the dishes that will be served during the wedding banquet. Unfortunately, the food tasting left me with distaste and abolute despair about the food served.
The whole food experience can be summarised with just 1 word: Bland.
the vegetables are just raw vegetables cooked. Something that even someone that doesn;t know how to cook will probably do better if they follow a cookbook. It all tasted like the cook never bothered to put in the right sauce.
The fish tasted weird and out of all the comments, everyone either thought that it is over or undercocked or just plain weird.
In summary, the whole experience made me look forward to the wedding dinner with dread.
I would hope that they can come out with some miracle to salvage the whole thing.... But hope, like miracle is a denial of truth.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
A new year, a new profile
Seems like it is high time for a makeover. As such, I have change my
profile picture just so that you can try to find our how I look like
(close enough). As you can see..... I have 2 hands and you can try to
ID me base on my left hand. In case, you are wondering, the laptop is a
Compaq nc6220.........
Anyway, those who know who I am.....knows how I look like....for those
that doesn't.... I guess it really doesn't matter...(Does it???)
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Retrospection and Resolution
Another year has just passed me by and the wheels of time stop not for mere mortals the likes of us.
As I see the year went by like so many just alike.
I stop to think that little changes there may be till I lay still and time pass me by
~Annoymous
I have carried on my usuall sabatical at the end of the year as the time for rest and reflection. And also I loath the prospect of having the chance to work till late during my birthday. So much so that I had never go back to the office at the end of the year and that no one will usually sees me around after christmas. As it is, I did went back to office after christmas(Boxing day) to be exact to attend to something urgent.
The rest of the time is spent on Victoria Island with my Spearman as he is really lagging in his advancement. The other tie are spent on painting the new house among other distraction.
I had known for quite a while next year would be bustling with activities on the personnal front thanks to moving to the new house, the customary and not to mention, not 1 but 2 ICT. Fuck!!! they are really milking this for all its worth.
I had spent this year scrapping by, making one compromise after another for 1 reasons and another, I wished I did not but I did and really, its pointless regretting about it now. The few high points this year is to finally got off my but and started this little space of mine and to have some of you that drops by often and leave your comment and suggestion to help me to be better. For that i am eternally grateful. My English is still atrocious and my spelling crap. I shall make it one of the main resolution to make sure that I stopped posting crap. Of the people that I know, I can only say that Paddy is the 1 inspiration that I know that getting into business while not easy, is something that is fulfilling and rewarding. Hang in there Tomato, you are doing great it will only get better.
The Student is someone that helps me to keep in check in another prospective, the youthfull but precarious point of view keeps me in check and help me to not go off a tangent.
As for lady Iris, for you grace this page with your presence and was not quick to slay those points. In that, I thank you.
Also to my wife for she actually read all these stuff and tells me how she felt about them. She knows that I sometimes keep a few thing to myself and this is one of the way which makes opening up easier. I have to thank my wifey for actually patient enough to read through all these and not just make me say which unfortunately while I am bad in writing, my lacking in eloquence will not be able to bring forth half my thoughts and feelings as easily as this.
Enough eith the last year. All I can say for next year will be,
to complete all those task that I know that lay before me and to spot and overcome all the obstacle not seen yet. To persevere in keeping this blog and to keep on with my regime of badminton and restart my weekly jog.
To really get into the eNN thing and to be worthy of the term entrepreuner.
Last of all, to complete those projects and task at work, spin off a few new ones while staying in scope of relevance and budget.
And to all of you that actually read this. Hope you had a great 2005 and that 2006 will be better for you in each and every way possible.
As I see the year went by like so many just alike.
I stop to think that little changes there may be till I lay still and time pass me by
~Annoymous
I have carried on my usuall sabatical at the end of the year as the time for rest and reflection. And also I loath the prospect of having the chance to work till late during my birthday. So much so that I had never go back to the office at the end of the year and that no one will usually sees me around after christmas. As it is, I did went back to office after christmas(Boxing day) to be exact to attend to something urgent.
The rest of the time is spent on Victoria Island with my Spearman as he is really lagging in his advancement. The other tie are spent on painting the new house among other distraction.
I had known for quite a while next year would be bustling with activities on the personnal front thanks to moving to the new house, the customary and not to mention, not 1 but 2 ICT. Fuck!!! they are really milking this for all its worth.
I had spent this year scrapping by, making one compromise after another for 1 reasons and another, I wished I did not but I did and really, its pointless regretting about it now. The few high points this year is to finally got off my but and started this little space of mine and to have some of you that drops by often and leave your comment and suggestion to help me to be better. For that i am eternally grateful. My English is still atrocious and my spelling crap. I shall make it one of the main resolution to make sure that I stopped posting crap. Of the people that I know, I can only say that Paddy is the 1 inspiration that I know that getting into business while not easy, is something that is fulfilling and rewarding. Hang in there Tomato, you are doing great it will only get better.
The Student is someone that helps me to keep in check in another prospective, the youthfull but precarious point of view keeps me in check and help me to not go off a tangent.
As for lady Iris, for you grace this page with your presence and was not quick to slay those points. In that, I thank you.
Also to my wife for she actually read all these stuff and tells me how she felt about them. She knows that I sometimes keep a few thing to myself and this is one of the way which makes opening up easier. I have to thank my wifey for actually patient enough to read through all these and not just make me say which unfortunately while I am bad in writing, my lacking in eloquence will not be able to bring forth half my thoughts and feelings as easily as this.
Enough eith the last year. All I can say for next year will be,
to complete all those task that I know that lay before me and to spot and overcome all the obstacle not seen yet. To persevere in keeping this blog and to keep on with my regime of badminton and restart my weekly jog.
To really get into the eNN thing and to be worthy of the term entrepreuner.
Last of all, to complete those projects and task at work, spin off a few new ones while staying in scope of relevance and budget.
And to all of you that actually read this. Hope you had a great 2005 and that 2006 will be better for you in each and every way possible.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Another weekend burned
It was one of those weeks that left in a haze and left me even more tired.
2 full day spent at the new house painting it and it is now painted to a certain extend. More to go surely, in fact I am pretty sure that I will have a white christmas thanks to all the white paint we will use.
Managed to catch some zzzzzz's on Saturday afternoon before setting off to catch Budak Pantai at the esplanade.
It was entertaining but I do find that I had heard the performance before or most of it. It is one of those things that despite hearing for the nth time, the n+1 time will still be funny.
Stopped by the Glutton Bay after that as we are both hungry. And after reading what Mr Brown had said about upgrading, I wasn't too disappointed with some of the food but I did find something that really worth the wait and the hype. And I will actually put that down in the next post.
Sunday was even more gruelling and I was too tired to even fall asleep.
Well, back to work today......
2 full day spent at the new house painting it and it is now painted to a certain extend. More to go surely, in fact I am pretty sure that I will have a white christmas thanks to all the white paint we will use.
Managed to catch some zzzzzz's on Saturday afternoon before setting off to catch Budak Pantai at the esplanade.
It was entertaining but I do find that I had heard the performance before or most of it. It is one of those things that despite hearing for the nth time, the n+1 time will still be funny.
Stopped by the Glutton Bay after that as we are both hungry. And after reading what Mr Brown had said about upgrading, I wasn't too disappointed with some of the food but I did find something that really worth the wait and the hype. And I will actually put that down in the next post.
Sunday was even more gruelling and I was too tired to even fall asleep.
Well, back to work today......
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Christmas Gifts
It was a ridiculously busy week, with the painting of the new house, wedding dinners (not mine), meeting to plan for my own wedding dinner and a 2 hour badminton schedule, I still manage to retain my sanity or with most of it intact. More that later, maybe.
(For those below 18, turn back, click on disney or something... go on)
Monday Night and wifey was showing me her gift she had for gift exchange and telling me about the wrappers and how it is not necessary to buy expensive wrappers...
Which trigger a thought in my less than pristine clean mind:
Hey, thats how I see lingerie on m'femme. She wear those to make those concealed treasure more lovely and while the only thing I can think of is how to remove them. While satin and lace is very nice,
even leather will do fine,
full or half cup nevermind.
Thong and G-string are just lines.
All that I have on my mind,
Is to that those damn corset.
gets in the way of mine.
For guys, you as much as I do, probably enjoys unwrapping those presents
But really, what get us going is what lies underneath.
As for the ladies, well, even if you wrap yourself in only a towel or dressed to the ninth.....what your man wants is to get rid of those damn cloths and get into the *ahem* thicks of things.....
And Santa, I had been naughty all years and I decided that as usual, I will buy my own gift and you can take that piece of coal and chuck it up your fat lily white ass...
(For those below 18, turn back, click on disney or something... go on)
Monday Night and wifey was showing me her gift she had for gift exchange and telling me about the wrappers and how it is not necessary to buy expensive wrappers...
Which trigger a thought in my less than pristine clean mind:
Hey, thats how I see lingerie on m'femme. She wear those to make those concealed treasure more lovely and while the only thing I can think of is how to remove them. While satin and lace is very nice,
even leather will do fine,
full or half cup nevermind.
Thong and G-string are just lines.
All that I have on my mind,
Is to that those damn corset.
gets in the way of mine.
For guys, you as much as I do, probably enjoys unwrapping those presents
But really, what get us going is what lies underneath.
As for the ladies, well, even if you wrap yourself in only a towel or dressed to the ninth.....what your man wants is to get rid of those damn cloths and get into the *ahem* thicks of things.....
And Santa, I had been naughty all years and I decided that as usual, I will buy my own gift and you can take that piece of coal and chuck it up your fat lily white ass...
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Your Body Is A Wonderland
Your Body Is A Wonderland By John Mayer
We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I'll have to do
Discover me
Discovering you
One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue
And if you want love
We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be awhile
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Something 'bout the way your hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it
You want love?
We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland
Da da bop ba ba da da
Ba ba bop ba la la la
Ba ba bop ba ba da da
Ba ba bop ba da da da
Ba ba bop ba ba da da
Ba ba bop ba da da da
Ba ba bop ba ba da da
Ba ba bop ba da da da
We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I'll have to do
Discover me
Discovering you
One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue
And if you want love
We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be awhile
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Something 'bout the way your hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it
You want love?
We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland
Da da bop ba ba da da
Ba ba bop ba la la la
Ba ba bop ba ba da da
Ba ba bop ba da da da
Ba ba bop ba ba da da
Ba ba bop ba da da da
Ba ba bop ba ba da da
Ba ba bop ba da da da
Run For Funds
Relaying this information from Voxeros.
Run for Funds a charitable cause to help to raise funds for the disadvantaged.
You ca read about the background from here
I will put it up to sticky till the end of December.
Here is the reproduction :
Run For Funds (Update Nov 05): An appeal for funds
Hi folks, (Superfriends, pls cascade to your sponsors)
This is an email appeal for contributions (funds and volunteer time) for Run For Funds 2005.(For background info, pls go to www.runforfunds.com)
It is 2 weeks to the Stanchart Marathon (4th Dec 2005, Sunday)
The Run For Funds Superfriends have been training hard for their respective 10km, 21km and 42km runs in a bid to raise funds to help the disadvantaged in Singapore.
I look forward to your continued strong support of this movement.
(I'll be running 42km. You can sponsor me on a lump sum or on $X per km completed basis).
Thanks :-)
---Cut Short---------------
Run for Funds a charitable cause to help to raise funds for the disadvantaged.
You ca read about the background from here
I will put it up to sticky till the end of December.
Here is the reproduction :
Run For Funds (Update Nov 05): An appeal for funds
Hi folks, (Superfriends, pls cascade to your sponsors)
This is an email appeal for contributions (funds and volunteer time) for Run For Funds 2005.(For background info, pls go to www.runforfunds.com)
It is 2 weeks to the Stanchart Marathon (4th Dec 2005, Sunday)
The Run For Funds Superfriends have been training hard for their respective 10km, 21km and 42km runs in a bid to raise funds to help the disadvantaged in Singapore.
I look forward to your continued strong support of this movement.
(I'll be running 42km. You can sponsor me on a lump sum or on $X per km completed basis).
Thanks :-)
---Cut Short---------------
Monday, December 05, 2005
A weekend spilled over
My groomy Friday night was just a prelude to how the weekend had been.
I was just sitting alone in the room and trying the darnest to level my character in MS. Nope, it was not the smoothest run thanks to a workstation that decided to play random reboot and a server that is always too full. Wifey came home late after her OT and her meeting with some of her friends and let me in on the bad news, I am on my own for the weekend.
Nope, she did not skip town, just that I have to start the painting of the new house all on my own and I wasn;t really thrilled about it.
So, saturday morning came and I started off bright and early. Had some fried carrot cake at the food court in Yew Tee, it wasn't fantastic but it will pass.
Now, for those that had done any painting work will realised that the fun part is really the painting....the crummy part is making sure that the paint lands on where you wants to and not all over the place. Despite the fact that I am only doing the kitchen ceiling and the entire service balcony, it really wasn't any fun. I soon realised that taping stuff could be so tedious. I had also found my lost affinity with the ladder and I probably looks like a hairless ape climbing up and down, taping and painting. Wife came over to join me for lunch and went back home as she has other appt in town. Mother came over and helped out as well.
By the end of it I was tired and not really in a very talkative mode and that I virtually forced myself to bed at about 1 as I had to digest a few thing that doesn't go very well in my mind.
The next day got up bright and early to do even more painting and fortunately, only the storeroom. Wasn't easy when 1 has to climb up and down in a confined space with plenty of shelves.
REalised that this weekend isn;t really my day as I actually left my phone in the new house on Saturday and my sandals decided to separate between the sole and the strap. While ironing, realised that the thermostat decided that the best temperature for an iron is a total melt down..... nearly lost my shirt.
After done with the shirt, went out to catch Zathura, not bad.... its basically Jumaji in Space. Got a new pair of sandals from Hangten as well as a pair of shirt for me and 1 more for wifey.
Followed by a 2hour session of badminton with just the 4 of us and realised that, damn, I need alot of work on my swing and that I am not really getting younger.
Woke up at 7 on monday morning just so that I can everyone that I am on leave to attend a talk in NTUC income. Interesting thing about the enn newsletter and I decided that I might just sign up for it.
Ran some errand for the office to bring a router from the Holding office to our datacenter, caught a bus back and stopped over at Bukit TImah for a quick bite. Nothing fantastic really....
In the mean while, calls from the office seems to be coming in and that i rushed home just before the shit (real) hits the fence. Seems like I can get out of the office but I cannot get out of working, well, all will be normal again tomorrow as I return to the office.....I hope.
I was just sitting alone in the room and trying the darnest to level my character in MS. Nope, it was not the smoothest run thanks to a workstation that decided to play random reboot and a server that is always too full. Wifey came home late after her OT and her meeting with some of her friends and let me in on the bad news, I am on my own for the weekend.
Nope, she did not skip town, just that I have to start the painting of the new house all on my own and I wasn;t really thrilled about it.
So, saturday morning came and I started off bright and early. Had some fried carrot cake at the food court in Yew Tee, it wasn't fantastic but it will pass.
Now, for those that had done any painting work will realised that the fun part is really the painting....the crummy part is making sure that the paint lands on where you wants to and not all over the place. Despite the fact that I am only doing the kitchen ceiling and the entire service balcony, it really wasn't any fun. I soon realised that taping stuff could be so tedious. I had also found my lost affinity with the ladder and I probably looks like a hairless ape climbing up and down, taping and painting. Wife came over to join me for lunch and went back home as she has other appt in town. Mother came over and helped out as well.
By the end of it I was tired and not really in a very talkative mode and that I virtually forced myself to bed at about 1 as I had to digest a few thing that doesn't go very well in my mind.
The next day got up bright and early to do even more painting and fortunately, only the storeroom. Wasn't easy when 1 has to climb up and down in a confined space with plenty of shelves.
REalised that this weekend isn;t really my day as I actually left my phone in the new house on Saturday and my sandals decided to separate between the sole and the strap. While ironing, realised that the thermostat decided that the best temperature for an iron is a total melt down..... nearly lost my shirt.
After done with the shirt, went out to catch Zathura, not bad.... its basically Jumaji in Space. Got a new pair of sandals from Hangten as well as a pair of shirt for me and 1 more for wifey.
Followed by a 2hour session of badminton with just the 4 of us and realised that, damn, I need alot of work on my swing and that I am not really getting younger.
Woke up at 7 on monday morning just so that I can everyone that I am on leave to attend a talk in NTUC income. Interesting thing about the enn newsletter and I decided that I might just sign up for it.
Ran some errand for the office to bring a router from the Holding office to our datacenter, caught a bus back and stopped over at Bukit TImah for a quick bite. Nothing fantastic really....
In the mean while, calls from the office seems to be coming in and that i rushed home just before the shit (real) hits the fence. Seems like I can get out of the office but I cannot get out of working, well, all will be normal again tomorrow as I return to the office.....I hope.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Paris Hilton Caught screwing
While it is no big news that our beloved heiress has been caught in compromising situation, the circumstances this time is a bit more out of extraordinary. Ms Hilton was caught on film to be screwing by the poolside in her manor.
“This is utterly scandalous”, said one relative.
“I’ll have none of this in the house,” said the father of our famous heiress.
“And I’ll bet old Conrad is probably turning in his grave,” said the anonymous gardener that provided us this precious footage
“This is utterly scandalous”, said one relative.
“I’ll have none of this in the house,” said the father of our famous heiress.
“And I’ll bet old Conrad is probably turning in his grave,” said the anonymous gardener that provided us this precious footage
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Me a Pesto
I had never tasted one before... So, I have no idea
| Pesto Pizza |
 Adventurous and hedonistic. You live for new experiences and tastes And you're not the type to have your pizza the same way twice If they can put it on pizza, you're up for trying it! |
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Wrong Notes
It does seem like the prodigal son is having a hard time coming back. Don't get me wrong; I have nothing against him personally. I feel that anyone that is willing to forsake his obligation to his country and left his parent behind for so many years in his pursuit of music and achieving greatness ought to be honored for their dedication. While the judge honored Nguyen’s love for his father with a noose, we honored this great son of Singapore by asking him to part with $5000 to the continual effort of national building. Which immediately got a lot of tongue wagging and a lot of people lamenting of their lack of interest of the keys of ebony and ivory.
I must say that this is indeed a great moment for us, as his return will probably mark another chapter in the ongoing effort of making our arts and in this case, music scene more vibrant. We probably are also telling the other prodigal son that Singapore stills welcomes you, as long as you do not mind to part with a measly $5k which in fact is for the good cause of further the nation building and to sustain the lowly wages of our highly effective and efficient ministers and the governments.
This also sent a clear message to those young impressionable kids that they really have nothing to fear. Go forth and pursue your dream, renounce your citizenship and come back when you make your mark in the world. You will still be called one of us despite the fact that your passport is now issued from somewhere else. It cost only $5k, really. Never mind the parents that you left behind and the friends that you have forgotten, as they will remember you and flock to you when you make it great.
As for those that is not gifted in Arts, I am sorry. Unless you decided never to come back, have parent that does not mind bank rolling your great escape, you will be given a very short hair-cut, be forced into an arranged marriage (with your rifle) for the next 2 years, and till you hit either 10 cycles or past your 40th birthday, you will be called back at whims all in the names of protecting our homeland.
Besieged in the ivory Tower
While there is likely to be no rest for the wicked, there is however, never short of scrutiny for the best and brightest of this land. Since young, they would have been identified and tagged as gifted, put into a highly advanced and accelerated learning program, studying way beyond their less gifted peers, taking off the little chance that they have to make friends with those that are placed in a less stressful learning environment while living in the constant fear of being ostracized. This draws them into a small enclave, which from the outside looking in, seems to be a wall make of snobbery and elitist superiority.
But yet, the question here is that are we looking at it with green eyes of envy at an ivory tower built by those gifted few as a way to protect them. Growing as such an environment, I fail to see that those early bloomers with their high IQ and excellent aptitude for being academically inclined a gift. In a way, it is both a gift to be bright and brilliant and probably a curse. No, this is not spoken in pity for those GEPed pupils, which will probably one day be the decision maker to steer the nation and forms the pillar of our society; If they did not burn out in that relentless pursuit of paper excellence.
Should we today, sideline them and force them into their small little clique, they will probably never see the world in a perspective, which in lack of a better word, elitist. We would probably never benefited from their sharp mind and thinking. It is probably for the worst that we are allowed to while place them where they are and yet refusing to treat them as whom they are but by how smart they are. It will be truly inhumane and undignified to classify people by their IQ. It is probably just as bad as forcing a yellow Star of David on their shirt and arm. Surely, we had the holocaust to teach us better, or is it that we are fulfilling the role of one that created history only to repeat because we never learn from it.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
How old I am???
First, thanks to Lancerlord which have this in 1 of his entry, guess he is younger than me, or at least he is acting younger than me.
If you want to use this, go here
If you want to use this, go here
| You Are 32 Years Old |
 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
Monday, November 21, 2005
Happy Anniversary
Happy Anniversary
The last 1-year had been great and had also surprising little in the department of argument. I must say that my wife must have been exasperated for the numbers of times that I have been extremely a brainless, insensitive oaf being totally uncaring and unromantic. She has always been there for me, caring and absolutely understanding. Well, she has her moments of little tantrums but I guess that only makes her even more endearing in my eye.
There really isn't much to plan for except to go catch Harry Porter but unfortunately all the better seats had been taken and we decided not to. We next drop by to WCG at Suntec to actually see our very first cyber competition and we were lucky to walk back with 1 game controller more courtesy of the Lucky draw in the WCG.
I tried, really tried to find a place, which is good enough for her. I guess I only barely scrap the passing grade bringing her to My Secret Garden, a spot befitting its namesake as it is quietly hidden behind the Sculpture Garden somewhere in the city. The ambience is impeccable as it is cozy, lighted with just enough tea-lights. Soothing music and the gentle fragrant complete the setup that is just perfect for a night of romantic get-away. The service is just right on the mark and the food did do the place justice. What really completed the evening is the desert, which delighted my wife.
What I would recommend would be the lamb rack that is delightfully done to just the right texture, while the flakes being tasty on their own gives the lamb added dimension to its taste. The potato skin with escargots was exquisite with the right balance of escargots and mushrooms while the potato was baked to just the right level of softness and crispiness.
I did mention that the desert was exquisite? Well, the Bread and Butter Pudding and the Triple chocolate cake is delicious by their own rights. Try tasting both together would be heavenly. I do suggest that if you want to have a quiet night out, this would be the spot. Take a look here : Http://www.mysg.com.sg but shhhh….dun o out an tell everyone.
Well, I hope my wife enjoyed the short interlude between her busy work schedules. I know that I needed this break. Just looking forward to the next year. In fact, everyday spent is like winning the lottery.
The last 1-year had been great and had also surprising little in the department of argument. I must say that my wife must have been exasperated for the numbers of times that I have been extremely a brainless, insensitive oaf being totally uncaring and unromantic. She has always been there for me, caring and absolutely understanding. Well, she has her moments of little tantrums but I guess that only makes her even more endearing in my eye.
There really isn't much to plan for except to go catch Harry Porter but unfortunately all the better seats had been taken and we decided not to. We next drop by to WCG at Suntec to actually see our very first cyber competition and we were lucky to walk back with 1 game controller more courtesy of the Lucky draw in the WCG.
I tried, really tried to find a place, which is good enough for her. I guess I only barely scrap the passing grade bringing her to My Secret Garden, a spot befitting its namesake as it is quietly hidden behind the Sculpture Garden somewhere in the city. The ambience is impeccable as it is cozy, lighted with just enough tea-lights. Soothing music and the gentle fragrant complete the setup that is just perfect for a night of romantic get-away. The service is just right on the mark and the food did do the place justice. What really completed the evening is the desert, which delighted my wife.
What I would recommend would be the lamb rack that is delightfully done to just the right texture, while the flakes being tasty on their own gives the lamb added dimension to its taste. The potato skin with escargots was exquisite with the right balance of escargots and mushrooms while the potato was baked to just the right level of softness and crispiness.
I did mention that the desert was exquisite? Well, the Bread and Butter Pudding and the Triple chocolate cake is delicious by their own rights. Try tasting both together would be heavenly. I do suggest that if you want to have a quiet night out, this would be the spot. Take a look here : Http://www.mysg.com.sg but shhhh….dun o out an tell everyone.
Well, I hope my wife enjoyed the short interlude between her busy work schedules. I know that I needed this break. Just looking forward to the next year. In fact, everyday spent is like winning the lottery.
债 (Debt)
生命中，无法抗拒， 无力承受的情
一个人一生中，总难免会承受一些人情。人情债，最难还；但是它会叫你不能也不得不还。 与其负上这一个人情的负债，有时情愿不领这个情，不负这个债。但是身命中总有一些你不得不领的情和不得不负的人情债。
无法抗拒的债 其实讲白了，根本就是一种感情勒索。而勒索这门勾当就是要让你知道这是一个无法全身而退的一个局但是你还是不得不入局。布局的人，有时令人觉得心机很重却令人无法咬牙切齿的去恨。很无耐的是，布局的人都是生命中，一些你认为重要的人。能够让你在毫无条件下，最义无反顾的付出。虽然这些都是一些小动作，但有的时候这些小动作可能会叫人心烦进令人有一种被人玩弄于股掌中的感觉。我相信，任何人都不喜欢那种被当成是扯线木偶的感觉。但是，如果把线看作是一种牵缚，一种感情与关系的联结，将这条线剪断可能令人得到了自由，也对双方造成伤害。
引起这诸般沉思的，只是一碗面。一份星期六早上的早餐。 当我听到母亲说她没空准备时，只是应了一声。可是随之而来的，尽是以连串的提问， “要不要我煮？”“吃饭？吃面？”“要吃就帮忙！” “要你帮忙这样难。”“你看，五分钟就弄好了！”“又可以省钱.”
可能你们觉得我不懂得感恩，有些不识好歹，甚至觉得我大逆不道，活该给雷劈了。但是， 如果以我的立场来讲， 其实，早餐我可以自己张罗，自己下厨也行。 只是我并不喜欢被别人用问题来套牢，如果别人已经决定的事，就别来问我。稍有违被您的意见就给人扣帽子。顺着您的意见时，稍有不够卑躬屈膝，就会被当成大不逆。直到今日， 对别人不敢有所诉求，大半都是因为觉得还不起这分债和这俩句：
欠人一分钱，不还债不完。
欠人一份情，不还不痛快。
一个人一生中，总难免会承受一些人情。人情债，最难还；但是它会叫你不能也不得不还。 与其负上这一个人情的负债，有时情愿不领这个情，不负这个债。但是身命中总有一些你不得不领的情和不得不负的人情债。
无法抗拒的债 其实讲白了，根本就是一种感情勒索。而勒索这门勾当就是要让你知道这是一个无法全身而退的一个局但是你还是不得不入局。布局的人，有时令人觉得心机很重却令人无法咬牙切齿的去恨。很无耐的是，布局的人都是生命中，一些你认为重要的人。能够让你在毫无条件下，最义无反顾的付出。虽然这些都是一些小动作，但有的时候这些小动作可能会叫人心烦进令人有一种被人玩弄于股掌中的感觉。我相信，任何人都不喜欢那种被当成是扯线木偶的感觉。但是，如果把线看作是一种牵缚，一种感情与关系的联结，将这条线剪断可能令人得到了自由，也对双方造成伤害。
引起这诸般沉思的，只是一碗面。一份星期六早上的早餐。 当我听到母亲说她没空准备时，只是应了一声。可是随之而来的，尽是以连串的提问， “要不要我煮？”“吃饭？吃面？”“要吃就帮忙！” “要你帮忙这样难。”“你看，五分钟就弄好了！”“又可以省钱.”
可能你们觉得我不懂得感恩，有些不识好歹，甚至觉得我大逆不道，活该给雷劈了。但是， 如果以我的立场来讲， 其实，早餐我可以自己张罗，自己下厨也行。 只是我并不喜欢被别人用问题来套牢，如果别人已经决定的事，就别来问我。稍有违被您的意见就给人扣帽子。顺着您的意见时，稍有不够卑躬屈膝，就会被当成大不逆。直到今日， 对别人不敢有所诉求，大半都是因为觉得还不起这分债和这俩句：
欠人一分钱，不还债不完。
欠人一份情，不还不痛快。
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Another Bird Flu Victim
Yes, it hit Paris. The world mourns for the lost of one its quackiest duck. Donald Duck residing in Euro-Disney is found dead at the Euro Disney.
Some passerby which witness this terrible scene reports tat the last word spoken by Donald is,"Tammi...Tammi..." much to the anguish of a distraught Daisy Duck. Widow to the recent deceased Donald Duck.
(Boomberg)
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Caption maketh the picture
I know the phrase a picture says a thousand word has been repeated till death and resurrection for the nth time. But I feel that at the end of the day, its the caption that completes the picture. Let try to run it
Just some of the captions that skew the original emphasis of the picture
Big Cork
Big brown one
Big Ones
Now, the captions really change the way you expectof the picture...No???
Just some of the captions that skew the original emphasis of the picture
Big Cork
Big brown one
Big Ones
Now, the captions really change the way you expectof the picture...No???
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