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Thursday, July 01, 2010
How true?
"ask most people what they want out of life and the answer is simple, to be happy, maybe its this expectation, though, the wanting to be happy, that just keeps us from ever getting there" Grey's Anatomy
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
I'll Try Anything Once
"Ten decisions shape your life, you'll be aware of 5 about..."
"There is a time when we all fail,
some people take it pretty well,
some take it all out on themselves,
some they just take it out on friends"
"oh everybody plays the game,
and if you don't you're called insane" I'll Try Anything Once, The Strokes
"There is a time when we all fail,
some people take it pretty well,
some take it all out on themselves,
some they just take it out on friends"
"oh everybody plays the game,
and if you don't you're called insane" I'll Try Anything Once, The Strokes
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Simple Pleasures
"I am sitting in a hard-seat carriage with a hundred strangers, swaying from side to side as the train clatters along. It feels nice. My nerves begin to calm. I don't want to read, or speak, or move, or think... live your own life... sky beyond the sky... empty, everything is empty..." Red Dust, Ma jian.
Following Footsteps
Red Dust by Ma Jian - a Chinese painter cum photographer, is a journal of his experience traveling around china, during it's trying time under Mr Deng Xiao Ping, who was clamping down on "Spiritual Pollution". From Bei Jing, to Mongolia, to Xi'an, Shang Hai, to Tibet, Guang Zhou...
Then came Matt Gross, the Frugal Traveler of Nytimes, who followed the lead of Patrick Leigh Fermor, departing on a "frugal europe, on foot" journey, from Vienna to Budapest, a 180-mile route, tracking part of Patricks trail 70 over years ago.
While reading Ma's 3 years of exceptional experience has been keeping me off my chair, a whole world of reality has been gravitating me back on to it. difference? Matt writes about his travel experience for a living, while I sit in a office cubicle.
Who would pay me for my experience? I promise I'd tell a hell of a story (ies).
Then came Matt Gross, the Frugal Traveler of Nytimes, who followed the lead of Patrick Leigh Fermor, departing on a "frugal europe, on foot" journey, from Vienna to Budapest, a 180-mile route, tracking part of Patricks trail 70 over years ago.
While reading Ma's 3 years of exceptional experience has been keeping me off my chair, a whole world of reality has been gravitating me back on to it. difference? Matt writes about his travel experience for a living, while I sit in a office cubicle.
Who would pay me for my experience? I promise I'd tell a hell of a story (ies).
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Thalassaemia
I recently went for a full body check up, surprised that I have high cholesterol, even more surprised to find that I have Thalassemia, a inherited autosomal recessive blood disease, from dad no doubt.
Thalassemia will not affect my life or my life span in anyway, however, if my spouse is also suffering from the same disease, my child might not live pass 10 years old. if she does not have it, my child will have a 50% chance of inheriting it, like me my dad.
it was shocking when the doc told me "your child might not live pass 10 years old", but in some ways its soothing, too, to find that I inherited something from dad, good or bad, I retained a certain part of dad, and I feel closer to him, even though he is no longer around.
Thalassemia will not affect my life or my life span in anyway, however, if my spouse is also suffering from the same disease, my child might not live pass 10 years old. if she does not have it, my child will have a 50% chance of inheriting it, like me my dad.
it was shocking when the doc told me "your child might not live pass 10 years old", but in some ways its soothing, too, to find that I inherited something from dad, good or bad, I retained a certain part of dad, and I feel closer to him, even though he is no longer around.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Transition into a photo blog?
Was out on a random Sunday afternoon with my brother's camera...went to this park call Fort Canning, attempting to convince myself its worth it to buy a DSLR (which I did eventually, and lovin' it!)
Monday, April 20, 2009
The Birthday Getaway
It was one year ago, exactly one year ago since I last traveled, to Bangkok.
I went back again, on the second week of April this year, to the place where the people love their king and nation so much they'd come to a complete halt and stand still as the national anthem played on the loud speaker, in a crowded weekend market, without supervision. It was an amazing scene, where all bargaining, chattering, eating, water fights would cease, like hitting a pause button on a recorded video, and as the anthem finishes, everything came back to live.
Going back this time didn't bring back memories from my previous trip. I didn't go alone this time, though with the same backpack, I had together with me, 2 colleagues, with their humongous appetite to shop and eat, mainly shop. Thus, gave me a completely different perspective of the city. Suddenly Bangkok wasn't this alien place with thick cultural background, its this city with loads of malls packed in it, and we were gonna roam it all.
Of course that didn't happen. It almost always does not go my way.
If you've been reading the news, 13th April of 09, the newscaster on Al Jazeera read the latest on the riot happening in Bangkok, quote "The most dangerous city in the world now", while we were getting ready to leave our hotel for a huge water fight party at one of the biggest club in town, in which 13th of April happens to be my birthday. Me being me, we went out anyway, and happy to report that we had an amazing time at the club, so amazing we went back again the next night, to the club as huge beside it, cept this time, we had a VIP seating (dance space), coz 1 of my friend in Bangkok actually owns the place. Pretty sweet.
A riot lead by Thaksin supportors broke out on the Sunday before, while we were happily shopping in Chatuchak, trying to bargain for a pair of pants which already cost next to nothing. it went so bad the PM annouced state of emergency in Bangkok. What a time to be there huh?
To sum it all up, riot sucks, but Bangkok rocks!
Sunday, February 08, 2009
And the weekend is not even over yet
There I was party hopping, frantically looking out for a cab alone at 10pm, with soft legs and cheesy smirks, from a nice wines, steamboat and gambling, to more wines and Guitar Heroes World Tour edition. I must have looked like a pervert to the mother and daughter who walked pass, while I tried (hard enough) to stay focus and sober.
Its a good CNY saturday. Not getting piss-drunk was a bonus :)
Friday, January 23, 2009
The Frugal Traveller Wanna-be
As soon as I pass the custom, I stared at the directory, found the "you are here" arrow and quickly figure out the direction to the nearest pub. found it, disspointed that it was actually closed.
4:49 am in Changi Airport. Being 3 hours early for my flight, I have the luxury of time, exploring the airport, observing people. Curiousity of a cat.
Like you would expect to see frustrated transitors in airports, they are all over the place, in most awkward positions, on plastic chairs, carpeted floor, tiny sofas in movie lounge trying to catch up with sleep, while keeping half-an eye on their over stuffed hand carries. Knowing that I will be boarding a flight which will only take 45 minutes before the plane lands again, I envy these people.
Putting their bad hairs, soar backs and jet lags aside, there is nothing more exciting than being in an airport, waiting for that flight that will take you to new places. to newer opportunities.
4:49 am in Changi Airport. Being 3 hours early for my flight, I have the luxury of time, exploring the airport, observing people. Curiousity of a cat.
Like you would expect to see frustrated transitors in airports, they are all over the place, in most awkward positions, on plastic chairs, carpeted floor, tiny sofas in movie lounge trying to catch up with sleep, while keeping half-an eye on their over stuffed hand carries. Knowing that I will be boarding a flight which will only take 45 minutes before the plane lands again, I envy these people.
Putting their bad hairs, soar backs and jet lags aside, there is nothing more exciting than being in an airport, waiting for that flight that will take you to new places. to newer opportunities.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Double Cheese Burger
I just had a double cheese burger, with 3 pieces of cheese in it. Miraculously.
What a pleasant surprise! :D
What a pleasant surprise! :D
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
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