Saturday, September 13, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Running at 4am
the water along side was not as still. wavy, unsettled. reflections of lights blurred, into rows of inverted rays. the Singapore flyer was almost impossible to recognise from the water surface. I did not take the usual route. I did not go under the bridge after crossing it. I needed some chaos in the routine. an urge to derail. i went straight. no turning back, no going under. only straight. straight on. I wanted so much to shrug off the present, only to find the pavement around the field leading to Raffles Place.
3 quarter pass 4 in the morning. construction workers taking naps besides building pillars. streets was empty, filled with only gentle breeze and occasional traces of exhaust gas. I was alone. I ran. My mind was blank. peaceful.
Eventually my body disagreed with me, and I slowed down, and I was sucked back from infinite time & space, back to reality, where gravity dictates.
Half pass 5. The road was still empty. Asian girls dressed in short skirts and tight low cut tops by the curbside waiting impatiently for a cab. Indian setting up the newspaper stand. The honest bread boy counting stacks of daily supply in the van parked infront of 7-11. Lower end of the far sky was painted with mild mild tangerine.
New day's dawn.
3 quarter pass 4 in the morning. construction workers taking naps besides building pillars. streets was empty, filled with only gentle breeze and occasional traces of exhaust gas. I was alone. I ran. My mind was blank. peaceful.
Eventually my body disagreed with me, and I slowed down, and I was sucked back from infinite time & space, back to reality, where gravity dictates.
Half pass 5. The road was still empty. Asian girls dressed in short skirts and tight low cut tops by the curbside waiting impatiently for a cab. Indian setting up the newspaper stand. The honest bread boy counting stacks of daily supply in the van parked infront of 7-11. Lower end of the far sky was painted with mild mild tangerine.
New day's dawn.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
...underwaving self-absorption
"he could be generous and caring to a fault, but he had a darker side as well, characterised by monomania, impatience, and underwavering self-absorption..." Into The Wild, Jon Krakauer
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Some people are just weird...
This is by far, in my 24 humble years walking this earth, the sickest and the most fucked up news I've ever seen...
http://www.weirdasianews.com/2008/08/07/man-almost-loses-penis-humping-steel-bench/
http://www.weirdasianews.com/2008/08/07/man-almost-loses-penis-humping-steel-bench/
Sunday, August 10, 2008
A Good Reminder.
it was random. One day Anna emailed me about a lady she met while traveling in New Zealand, and she told her that she would be coming to Singapore in the months to come. Anna suggested that I take her around Singapore. And so Susanna came, a nice Spanish lady whose been working in Sweden for quite a while, who decided to leave it all behind and travel the world.
We met twice, once during a Thursday for lunch. In her text she said she's short, blond and holds a black day pack. and there she was, all short, blond and holding a black day pack, nervously looking out for me, what was she imagining me be like i wondered as I approached from afar? I've always thought a Caucasians' imagination of a Chinese male, would be like the gay Asian acrobat in Ocean's Eleven... ... ... OK, that aside.
I walked up to her and said "Susanna?" with much suspicion although I was fairly confident it was her. She had this immediate mixed expression on her face, as if she was relieved I did not turn out to be a short, gay, head neatly shaved, Chinese guy with a one-piece leotard on, metallic silver in color... ... ... neh, that wasn't really what happened, she said hi back and shook my hand in a very friendly manner.
Any's, we met again on Saturday, for a walk around orchard road, half way through, we sat in front of the Ngee Ann City fountain for a smoke and talked. She was telling stories of her travelling from Melbourne to Darwin, and without me knowing, I was taking over the steering of the conversation, telling her how similar my experiences was during my trip, and we both got very excited. And at that very moment, under the shading trees, under the afternoon sun, among chattering and quick footsteps, it reminded me of how much I miss travelling. and how desperately I wanted to be in her shoes. Her eyes was kindled with happiness when she talked about em'. I was envious. no. Jealous.
We ended up going to a port luck at a friends place (of course, I invited her) and then karaoke session, which was being describe by Susanna as an "amazing experience".
She had fun (I hope she did), but whats more important was, I am more sure of what I want to become, what I will become. more than ever. Susanna was a living example that I am not the only one.
We met twice, once during a Thursday for lunch. In her text she said she's short, blond and holds a black day pack. and there she was, all short, blond and holding a black day pack, nervously looking out for me, what was she imagining me be like i wondered as I approached from afar? I've always thought a Caucasians' imagination of a Chinese male, would be like the gay Asian acrobat in Ocean's Eleven... ... ... OK, that aside.
I walked up to her and said "Susanna?" with much suspicion although I was fairly confident it was her. She had this immediate mixed expression on her face, as if she was relieved I did not turn out to be a short, gay, head neatly shaved, Chinese guy with a one-piece leotard on, metallic silver in color... ... ... neh, that wasn't really what happened, she said hi back and shook my hand in a very friendly manner.
Any's, we met again on Saturday, for a walk around orchard road, half way through, we sat in front of the Ngee Ann City fountain for a smoke and talked. She was telling stories of her travelling from Melbourne to Darwin, and without me knowing, I was taking over the steering of the conversation, telling her how similar my experiences was during my trip, and we both got very excited. And at that very moment, under the shading trees, under the afternoon sun, among chattering and quick footsteps, it reminded me of how much I miss travelling. and how desperately I wanted to be in her shoes. Her eyes was kindled with happiness when she talked about em'. I was envious. no. Jealous.
We ended up going to a port luck at a friends place (of course, I invited her) and then karaoke session, which was being describe by Susanna as an "amazing experience".
She had fun (I hope she did), but whats more important was, I am more sure of what I want to become, what I will become. more than ever. Susanna was a living example that I am not the only one.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Glimpse of my world
Its my 3rd week in the dealing room, and merely surviving it from day to day. under enormous pressure from my own expectation, that is to meet the manager's expectation, I am trying hard to force the overloading information into my head, causing my feature to turn zombie-ish, betraying my thought to work hard, and leaving impressions that I am always tired, hence being associated with another worst impression - lazy. sigh. the expectaton is so to be said - impossible in such a short period of time, people know that, I know that, but under this circumstances, there is a need for me to meet it... and, I want to.
on another note, I just finished the book " The Kite Runner". I've seen the movie before I read the book and I thought I wouldn't able to finish it. Turned out to be the contrast, I couldn't let go of the book. Moving on the the next Khaled Hosseini book - A Thousand Splendid Suns, one of my very few get away from the real world now.
on another note, I just finished the book " The Kite Runner". I've seen the movie before I read the book and I thought I wouldn't able to finish it. Turned out to be the contrast, I couldn't let go of the book. Moving on the the next Khaled Hosseini book - A Thousand Splendid Suns, one of my very few get away from the real world now.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Something True
A world wide survey was Conducted by the UN. The only question asked was: 'Would you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?' The survey was a huge failure, coz...
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Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Taste of Africa
So I was fortunate enough to be invited by my Chairman today to a wine tasting session organized by Barclays Wealth - Pinotage Wine Tasting Dinner at Raffles Hotel, a colonial hotel in Singapore, dating from 1887, visited by famous people including Queen Elizabeth II , Charlie Chaplin and Michael Jackson.
Pinotage, for those of you who do not drink wine a lot, is a red wine grape that is South Africa's signature variety. a cross between Pinot noir and Hermitage, hence the name.
The dinner started off with a pre-dinner out at the foyer of the ball room, where big bosses and directors in formal coats mingled, while I know for certain, were all sweating the crap out of their bottoms. Clumsy waitresses in white uniforms floated nervously among caucasians towering over them, balancing treys with orange juice and chanpaign on their palms. 'if only they were bigger palms', they might have complaint.
And then came the wine tasting session an hour or so later, with a variety of very yummy cheese and bread basically scattered around the ball room, and of course - 10 kinds of pinotage vintage. Ask yourself, what would heaven be like? Dinner was then a south african fine dine, 3 course meal, followed by vintage chocalate served on ceramic plates. not to mentioned, the great great people from around the world whom i dined with, interesting exchange on lifes from different corners of the world.
I really enjoyed the night.
P/s: got a bottle of pinotage as door gift TOO!
Pinotage, for those of you who do not drink wine a lot, is a red wine grape that is South Africa's signature variety. a cross between Pinot noir and Hermitage, hence the name.
The dinner started off with a pre-dinner out at the foyer of the ball room, where big bosses and directors in formal coats mingled, while I know for certain, were all sweating the crap out of their bottoms. Clumsy waitresses in white uniforms floated nervously among caucasians towering over them, balancing treys with orange juice and chanpaign on their palms. 'if only they were bigger palms', they might have complaint.
And then came the wine tasting session an hour or so later, with a variety of very yummy cheese and bread basically scattered around the ball room, and of course - 10 kinds of pinotage vintage. Ask yourself, what would heaven be like? Dinner was then a south african fine dine, 3 course meal, followed by vintage chocalate served on ceramic plates. not to mentioned, the great great people from around the world whom i dined with, interesting exchange on lifes from different corners of the world.
I really enjoyed the night.
P/s: got a bottle of pinotage as door gift TOO!
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Stagnant
While reading back the posts I published in May 05, there was a post with 6 comments from 5 different people, some when I saw their names, I was like "wow, they visited by blog before? those are really good comments!".
I wonder if people still visit my blog though, now that its been stagnant for quite a while. ha...
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Baby's Eyes - Thailand and Malaysia
I don't know where to start. But I guess while I am sitting in Gloria Jeans, waiting, I might as well do something.
though gutted by having to work this morning (I don't usually work Sats), I am relief its a long weekend, thanks to the celebration of Buddha's birth, enlightenment and death, Singaporeans get Monday off. Really need that break to catch up with rest, being sick aside, I am still tired over the visit up to Thailand - the land of free, and the short spin up Malaysia and Singapore, showing my kiwi mate Daniel around, experiencing the shocking cultures of Asia (Dan ate frog porridge... with much torture)
Thailand was great, I spent 3 days in Bangkok and 1 1/2 days in Chiang Mai. to satisfied my art-urge, I decided to experiment with my dad's 30 years old Minolta SLR film camera in Thailand, and I must say I am pretty happy with it, with that camera, I made some friends along the journey, though some of them turned out to be hardcore scammers. (check em' out, http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=37094&l=88cc1&id=547966634)
I was not too fond of Bangkok (I didn't get away from Singapore to end up in another city, twice as big, twice as crowded and ten times as polluted), but I absolutely enjoyed Chiang Mai, good people, good food, no sign of sky scrappers, and absolutely lay back culture (made me thought of New Zealand, ha). but largely also because Sharon was there, and she really did her part as a host, we "dashed" away in her lil' motorcycle around town, had interesting conversation about the King of Thailand, and I had the craziest shrimp dish, Gung Den (dancing shrimp in english, and it meant literal, the shrimp was live and kicking when they serve it. talk about fresh sea food huh)
With that, I asked Mr G (Google) about "Dancing Shrimp", see what I found:
"Dancing shrimp is the name of a Thai dish in which very fresh raw shrimp is served with a very spicy, garlicky, and limy sauce. Because people in northeastern Thailand and neighboring areas of Laos have a liking for raw foods spicily laced with chillies and seasonings and served with fresh herbs, vegetables, and steamed sticky rice, some food enthusiasts have opined that sushi, so identified with Japanese cuisine, might have originated here. What with the texture of the rice, the ritual of rolling it with the hand and eating it with raw meats, fish, and vegetables and spices, the idea sounds quite plausible to me"
so for sushi lovers, you know what to look out for in north thailand. awesome.
After some 24 hours of train ride, tons of walking under the sun, and getting pissed drunk in Thailand, alone, Dan and I took off from Singapore to explore KL and Malacca in 4 days. For the first time, I really explore and enjoyed Malacca. I guess while being with a tourist, you tend to see things as a tourist too. With a pair of very curious eyes. baby's eyes.
Peace out guys. See ya later.
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