Warm Christmas Eve
It is Christmas Eve, the whole Cityhall was overwhelmed with countless crowds whom I presumed (most likely) be on leave or Company's off for the festive season. Gabriel, my boss, was generous to give us the day off and even threw us lunch at Tony Ramas, Suntec.
Round two of gift exchanged took place over lunch, at the same moment when we were waiting for the food to arrive. Prior today, we had drawn lots to identify to whom our Xmas present were meant for. By chance I picked Rebecca, my adorable manager and got her a bracelet with angels from Perlini's Silver. Good lord it won some admiration and pleasant comments. That's good. No reason she won't like it.
As for myself, I got a gift from Irene, who got me a Creative earphone which cost 19 bucks. Well..erm.. she forgot to remove the price tag before she had the present wrapped. When I open and show to the rest, I was like covering the price tag so as to save Irene any embarrassment.
Mentioned in my previous blog, it's Xmas spirit which matters. It's about sincerity and thoughts to give others a gift. However, I failed to mention Xmas may not be another joyous holiday when you received something you never like.
I know... the most hurtful thing is when you brought something for another and turns out the receiver never like it. Honey did buy me something. Perhaps I'm too difficult to please. Perhaps I've always bought all the things I need and want that I feel unsatisfied when I received something which was not particularly what I'd have noticed. Well... I don't really know. I advised her that she should save some money instead of wasting on presents for me. Perhaps that really hurt. Sigh. Though Xmas would be happy. Perhaps not.
Most likely, I'm bound not to be gave any presents. That's why I've always been purchasing whatever I have now. Man.. so much of Xmas.. but thankfully, I supposed I've dedicated some gifts to make other's happy ba..
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
De one with TG Xmas Outing 2007
Dedicated to TG: Tribal Gang
Approximately 3 weeks ago, Clara and I commenced our planning and recce for our annual Xmas TG members outing. This time, I volunteered to be the organiser and decided something to change in the line of past activities which was much of dinner, movie and ktv singing. Yup, big change! This Xmas period, I brought the entire gang out to Bishan Park to have a part-treasure, part-salvager hunt outdoors.
Initially, everything was super rush because Clara and I only had one and three quarter hours to plant all our clues. Thanks to the usual impunctuality of our friends (erhum.. especially Ivan), we had a few couple of time to complete our chore of hiding all 60 clues around the park. By the time I announced the start of the game, it was already 1 in the burning afternoon.
Phew... the arrogant sun was shining it's might on us, made poor us perspire like "siao" ( "fanatically" in Hokkien). Ironically, thank god for the dry weather, which enable us to execute our game successfully.
What we presumed about the duration for the completion of the game proved wrong when Jielong & Weili came in victorious before 2 hours. Wei Cai (who ran a couple of times) & Jessamine came in 2nd position. Followed by Kok Sin & Loo Wan (the pair who were always walking far apart from one another) in 3rd and Ivan & Gek Kiah coming in last because they admitted they didn't possess adequate map-reading skills. Omg.
Everybody was "shag" at game closing. Before long, the drizzle set in and TG proceeded to AMK to dine and feast at Pizza Hut. Ordered 3 pizza (2 of which were the new Jingle Chirstmas pizza) some side dishes, standard soup and ice drinks.
The annual Xmas gift exchange was practised this year, like previous year, while we waited for the food. Apparently towels seemed to be in trend for gift ideas this year. Hehehe. Funny thing is Weicai, Jessamine and I exchanged gifts in a trio formation (Jess got Weicai's, Weicai got mine and I got Jess'). Soon later, Clara bid goodbye due to another appointment. Guess what? I rewarded them for the successful game by giving a treat.
Desperate for the remaining one piece of pizza which couldn't be consumed into our filled stomaches, haha, we subject it to forfeit for our "zhong ji mi ma" game. Omg. I kana ("got selected" in Malay) twice. Sigh.. Jielong was the "only survivor" who didn't suffer the forfeit.
Time after meal was stretched longer when the gang was discussing on where else to go. 1 hour of debate landed us with a decision to go K. Well, Jielong and I declined but brought them to the KTV. After sending Jielong to the busstop, I walked home after his bus arrived.
This Xmas outings have just begun, tomorrow I'll be expecting another lunch with my colleagues. Gifts exchanges are inevitable. Just this year and all have cost me alot. Well, can't help it lah.. Xmas spirit is about GIVING, not COMPLAINING!
Clara got me a perfect gift, it's a gorgeous card-holder. Something I've always wanted!! Thanks Clara, this is the type of unexpected joy about Xmas spirit: making others happy. Hope I'll be able to bring this joy to others.
Endless thanks to TG! and Merry Christmas!!
Approximately 3 weeks ago, Clara and I commenced our planning and recce for our annual Xmas TG members outing. This time, I volunteered to be the organiser and decided something to change in the line of past activities which was much of dinner, movie and ktv singing. Yup, big change! This Xmas period, I brought the entire gang out to Bishan Park to have a part-treasure, part-salvager hunt outdoors.
Initially, everything was super rush because Clara and I only had one and three quarter hours to plant all our clues. Thanks to the usual impunctuality of our friends (erhum.. especially Ivan), we had a few couple of time to complete our chore of hiding all 60 clues around the park. By the time I announced the start of the game, it was already 1 in the burning afternoon.
Phew... the arrogant sun was shining it's might on us, made poor us perspire like "siao" ( "fanatically" in Hokkien). Ironically, thank god for the dry weather, which enable us to execute our game successfully.
What we presumed about the duration for the completion of the game proved wrong when Jielong & Weili came in victorious before 2 hours. Wei Cai (who ran a couple of times) & Jessamine came in 2nd position. Followed by Kok Sin & Loo Wan (the pair who were always walking far apart from one another) in 3rd and Ivan & Gek Kiah coming in last because they admitted they didn't possess adequate map-reading skills. Omg.
Everybody was "shag" at game closing. Before long, the drizzle set in and TG proceeded to AMK to dine and feast at Pizza Hut. Ordered 3 pizza (2 of which were the new Jingle Chirstmas pizza) some side dishes, standard soup and ice drinks.
The annual Xmas gift exchange was practised this year, like previous year, while we waited for the food. Apparently towels seemed to be in trend for gift ideas this year. Hehehe. Funny thing is Weicai, Jessamine and I exchanged gifts in a trio formation (Jess got Weicai's, Weicai got mine and I got Jess'). Soon later, Clara bid goodbye due to another appointment. Guess what? I rewarded them for the successful game by giving a treat.
Desperate for the remaining one piece of pizza which couldn't be consumed into our filled stomaches, haha, we subject it to forfeit for our "zhong ji mi ma" game. Omg. I kana ("got selected" in Malay) twice. Sigh.. Jielong was the "only survivor" who didn't suffer the forfeit.
Time after meal was stretched longer when the gang was discussing on where else to go. 1 hour of debate landed us with a decision to go K. Well, Jielong and I declined but brought them to the KTV. After sending Jielong to the busstop, I walked home after his bus arrived.
This Xmas outings have just begun, tomorrow I'll be expecting another lunch with my colleagues. Gifts exchanges are inevitable. Just this year and all have cost me alot. Well, can't help it lah.. Xmas spirit is about GIVING, not COMPLAINING!
Clara got me a perfect gift, it's a gorgeous card-holder. Something I've always wanted!! Thanks Clara, this is the type of unexpected joy about Xmas spirit: making others happy. Hope I'll be able to bring this joy to others.
Endless thanks to TG! and Merry Christmas!!
Friday, November 09, 2007
De one with A-mei's Star Concert
Vibrant night
Life seems to improve ever since my final paper (FYI: Cost management & App) for the 3rd semester was over. With all due respect, not bragging or showing off in print.. just thought it would be nice to share on blog.
Let's see.. Daddy got the iPod Touch (16 gb) for me, which I've always considered this gadget to be sorta "prelude" for the desirable iPhone. What's hot about this "prelude"? The prima feature is the amazing touch screen interface, incorporated in a slick and unique designed casing. I myself was pretty delighted to see the reflective metallic surface on the back of the iPod touch, something that will definitely come in handy for my usage. Else, there are safari and web browsing facilities.. kinda white elephants because I can't seem to get it connected to my home internet. Gee.. will still grant 4/5 rating for this new marketised mp3 player nevertheless.
Sponsored by Daddy again, my cousin and I got tickets to A-mei's Star concert at National indoor stadium. It was fantastic...vibrant would be the exact word to describe the whole event.
Today was the second time I catch A-mei's live concert. The first during my performance at May day organised by NTUC union. It was then that I realised that A-mei was very powerful singer, who could sing live with such dynamics. I doubt very few singers could do that without obvious flaws.
Nothing to be shy about the few songs which she sang which moved not only my heart but those of the others present in the audience. Songs like 剪愛, 記得, 最愛的人傷我最深, 我無所謂, 真實 and 解脫 (encore song) were songs which accompanied me through times of heartbreak and recovery.
There were a few new songs such as 人質 which provided me with encouragement about certain downtimes in life. Confidence to brave through storms in life and inspiration to live life happily. In fact, most of such inspiring triggers were derived from what A-mei illustrated in her brief introduction to the songs she was going to sing.
Without fail, A-mei cried during the concert. It melts the hearts of the fans. Thereafter, there were cheers from the audience t encourage her on.
Actually, I really love live concert. Besides having the opportunity to hear and sight your adoring idol singing on stage or all the special sparks gimmicks, exuberant costumes and light effects, it was the "HIGH" feeling I experience and the tingling feeling to let loose abit when I start to move to the groove of the music.
Unknowingly, at that particular moment, I can't help containing my endless envy for the sole artiste singing at the top of his/her heart stage-frightened-lessly before countless audience.. oooh, how I wish I could have a little bit of that similar spectacular, shinning glamor... oh how I wish
Life seems to improve ever since my final paper (FYI: Cost management & App) for the 3rd semester was over. With all due respect, not bragging or showing off in print.. just thought it would be nice to share on blog.
Let's see.. Daddy got the iPod Touch (16 gb) for me, which I've always considered this gadget to be sorta "prelude" for the desirable iPhone. What's hot about this "prelude"? The prima feature is the amazing touch screen interface, incorporated in a slick and unique designed casing. I myself was pretty delighted to see the reflective metallic surface on the back of the iPod touch, something that will definitely come in handy for my usage. Else, there are safari and web browsing facilities.. kinda white elephants because I can't seem to get it connected to my home internet. Gee.. will still grant 4/5 rating for this new marketised mp3 player nevertheless.
Sponsored by Daddy again, my cousin and I got tickets to A-mei's Star concert at National indoor stadium. It was fantastic...vibrant would be the exact word to describe the whole event.
Today was the second time I catch A-mei's live concert. The first during my performance at May day organised by NTUC union. It was then that I realised that A-mei was very powerful singer, who could sing live with such dynamics. I doubt very few singers could do that without obvious flaws.
Nothing to be shy about the few songs which she sang which moved not only my heart but those of the others present in the audience. Songs like 剪愛, 記得, 最愛的人傷我最深, 我無所謂, 真實 and 解脫 (encore song) were songs which accompanied me through times of heartbreak and recovery.
There were a few new songs such as 人質 which provided me with encouragement about certain downtimes in life. Confidence to brave through storms in life and inspiration to live life happily. In fact, most of such inspiring triggers were derived from what A-mei illustrated in her brief introduction to the songs she was going to sing.
Without fail, A-mei cried during the concert. It melts the hearts of the fans. Thereafter, there were cheers from the audience t encourage her on.
Actually, I really love live concert. Besides having the opportunity to hear and sight your adoring idol singing on stage or all the special sparks gimmicks, exuberant costumes and light effects, it was the "HIGH" feeling I experience and the tingling feeling to let loose abit when I start to move to the groove of the music.
Unknowingly, at that particular moment, I can't help containing my endless envy for the sole artiste singing at the top of his/her heart stage-frightened-lessly before countless audience.. oooh, how I wish I could have a little bit of that similar spectacular, shinning glamor... oh how I wish
Saturday, October 27, 2007
De one with My Second R21-Movie
Sem 3 | Battle #01
Since yesterday night, I laid on my bed and shut my eyes but all prove useless when I try to calm my nerves for tomorrow's examination and force myself to slumber, as I'd need all the rest I could. Never thought a week could just vanished in a flash. Jeez! Today is my battle #01. Venue: SIM-Hall. Duration: 3 hours. Subject of battle: 7 questions on Financial accounting.
Turns out.. it was rather demoralising. I came out of the exam hall, thinking this time, I'm really deadmeat. Halfheartedly, tried denying the fact that I wasn't intelligent enough. Partial belief that it was within expectation given the amount of effort I've "invested" in this module. Big sigh.. Again, my inner soul questioned myself whether I've choose the correct career path.
The first question on bank reconciliation statement, I've already overlooked a few mistakes. Inevitably, it has caused me alot of time in rectifying. This also means little time was left to cover subsequent questions. A lot of time, I didn't really knew how to do as I've not been spending adequate time in practicing. Hence, this landed me wasting more time in attempting to interpret my concepts.
Else, the theory questions were a breeze for me. All thanks to fruits of labor from heavy emphasis in this aspect. Which I enjoyed.
As per previous years, I always landed myself deprived of time. Luckily, this time I strived to complete all 7 questions by moving forth everytime I get "bubble-gummed".
What's done can't be undone. No choice. Theory of contraints mah! Before looking forward to the next battle, had a consoling lunch with Zhen Ze at Megabits in campus. Had Black pepper pasta. Apparently, a black-coloured chicken was separately included on top of my creamy pasta. Erm.. edible. Then there was an orange-coloured soup which I though most likely to be pumpkin soup which Zhen Ze was puzzled about.
The second consolation was going for a jog in the hot blazing sun at around 4-5pm. Honestly, loved the feeling of being exposed to sunlight. It exhilarates a "reborn" feeling. Totally awesome when you feel the warm air around with occasional light wind.
Third console was meeting Mohan in town to catch my 2nd R-21 movie - Pleasure Factory. A film, directed by Ekachai Uekrongtham, which sets it's main theme on one night in Geylang.
In my opinion, movie's title is meaningful. As Geylang used to be where processing-coconuts factories were located, with the current recognition as a "pleasure-seeking" redlight district, hence "Pleasure factory" arises.
The erotic pictures and title ("Pleasure") misled alot of pre-viewers into believing that the film was just another sleazy sex-content film. I opt to feel different...No doubt, the film does contain sex scenes. Wait a minute! There's more in which I'd discuss further as follow.. however, caution those who have yet to watch the movie, please continue only at your disgretion. Hehe.
In my opinion, there were affections of love portrayed, solitude, every women's true desire and innocence.
LOVE
There was (motherly) love between Linda and her daughter as portrayed in an overly touching scene when the two moved to tears upon the daughter's delication of song "The moon represents my heart" to the mother.
Depicted also was the (affectionate) love between Jonathan (the cadet attempting his "first time") and Xu-er. He keep kissing her and even cried just because Xu-er told him she resort to prostitution to support her family upon her late-father's death.
Besides, there was (concealed) love between Kiat and his army buddy, Jonathan. This was evident in how Kiat fantasized about doing with Jon and waited outside throughout Jon's first-time experience. Distant from which you cannot have.. I truly feel sorry for this character.
Lastly, I feel there was a sort of "protective" love between Chris and Linda's daughter. He followed her, waited outside the hotel room and the last scene where he didn't do the teenage girl lying on his bed.
SOLITUDE
Everyone has his/her moment of being tired and oppressed with our constrained life. The film captures this moment of solitude where we just weep from time to time. After which, we'll continue again as depicted in the scene where Xu-er cried and put on her pink dress to continue business.
DESIRE
From the film, I can tell one thing. That most, if not, most women has a common desire: to have a man who is able to provide her shelter, sense of security and respect her through protecting her from any odds from life. This is perhaps one of the most fundamental culprit which had influenced conservative mindset to stereotype involvement of a male and female in relationship bah...
INNOCENCE
Without doubt, innocence is displayed in the characters of Jon and Lindy's daughter. Also, the loss of innocence is also depicted in the events of the film.
Overall, the film only managed to touch on the surface of the roles. Perhaps there was too much characters to be focused.
What were commendable was the actor playing Jonathan was bore enough to strip bare. There were less-seen filming techniques like inclusion of real-life interviews... In addition, there were comedic scenes such as "no vulgarities in high class "aquarium". (That was a good one!)
By what was more delighting was the show delivered for the audience to feel lust, lonesome desperation, tears and laughter. For which I'd think it's essential to make the ticket worth!
Since yesterday night, I laid on my bed and shut my eyes but all prove useless when I try to calm my nerves for tomorrow's examination and force myself to slumber, as I'd need all the rest I could. Never thought a week could just vanished in a flash. Jeez! Today is my battle #01. Venue: SIM-Hall. Duration: 3 hours. Subject of battle: 7 questions on Financial accounting.
Turns out.. it was rather demoralising. I came out of the exam hall, thinking this time, I'm really deadmeat. Halfheartedly, tried denying the fact that I wasn't intelligent enough. Partial belief that it was within expectation given the amount of effort I've "invested" in this module. Big sigh.. Again, my inner soul questioned myself whether I've choose the correct career path.
The first question on bank reconciliation statement, I've already overlooked a few mistakes. Inevitably, it has caused me alot of time in rectifying. This also means little time was left to cover subsequent questions. A lot of time, I didn't really knew how to do as I've not been spending adequate time in practicing. Hence, this landed me wasting more time in attempting to interpret my concepts.
Else, the theory questions were a breeze for me. All thanks to fruits of labor from heavy emphasis in this aspect. Which I enjoyed.
As per previous years, I always landed myself deprived of time. Luckily, this time I strived to complete all 7 questions by moving forth everytime I get "bubble-gummed".
What's done can't be undone. No choice. Theory of contraints mah! Before looking forward to the next battle, had a consoling lunch with Zhen Ze at Megabits in campus. Had Black pepper pasta. Apparently, a black-coloured chicken was separately included on top of my creamy pasta. Erm.. edible. Then there was an orange-coloured soup which I though most likely to be pumpkin soup which Zhen Ze was puzzled about.
The second consolation was going for a jog in the hot blazing sun at around 4-5pm. Honestly, loved the feeling of being exposed to sunlight. It exhilarates a "reborn" feeling. Totally awesome when you feel the warm air around with occasional light wind.
Third console was meeting Mohan in town to catch my 2nd R-21 movie - Pleasure Factory. A film, directed by Ekachai Uekrongtham, which sets it's main theme on one night in Geylang.
In my opinion, movie's title is meaningful. As Geylang used to be where processing-coconuts factories were located, with the current recognition as a "pleasure-seeking" redlight district, hence "Pleasure factory" arises.
The erotic pictures and title ("Pleasure") misled alot of pre-viewers into believing that the film was just another sleazy sex-content film. I opt to feel different...No doubt, the film does contain sex scenes. Wait a minute! There's more in which I'd discuss further as follow.. however, caution those who have yet to watch the movie, please continue only at your disgretion. Hehe.
In my opinion, there were affections of love portrayed, solitude, every women's true desire and innocence.
LOVE
There was (motherly) love between Linda and her daughter as portrayed in an overly touching scene when the two moved to tears upon the daughter's delication of song "The moon represents my heart" to the mother.
Depicted also was the (affectionate) love between Jonathan (the cadet attempting his "first time") and Xu-er. He keep kissing her and even cried just because Xu-er told him she resort to prostitution to support her family upon her late-father's death.
Besides, there was (concealed) love between Kiat and his army buddy, Jonathan. This was evident in how Kiat fantasized about doing with Jon and waited outside throughout Jon's first-time experience. Distant from which you cannot have.. I truly feel sorry for this character.
Lastly, I feel there was a sort of "protective" love between Chris and Linda's daughter. He followed her, waited outside the hotel room and the last scene where he didn't do the teenage girl lying on his bed.
SOLITUDE
Everyone has his/her moment of being tired and oppressed with our constrained life. The film captures this moment of solitude where we just weep from time to time. After which, we'll continue again as depicted in the scene where Xu-er cried and put on her pink dress to continue business.
DESIRE
From the film, I can tell one thing. That most, if not, most women has a common desire: to have a man who is able to provide her shelter, sense of security and respect her through protecting her from any odds from life. This is perhaps one of the most fundamental culprit which had influenced conservative mindset to stereotype involvement of a male and female in relationship bah...
INNOCENCE
Without doubt, innocence is displayed in the characters of Jon and Lindy's daughter. Also, the loss of innocence is also depicted in the events of the film.
Overall, the film only managed to touch on the surface of the roles. Perhaps there was too much characters to be focused.
What were commendable was the actor playing Jonathan was bore enough to strip bare. There were less-seen filming techniques like inclusion of real-life interviews... In addition, there were comedic scenes such as "no vulgarities in high class "aquarium". (That was a good one!)
By what was more delighting was the show delivered for the audience to feel lust, lonesome desperation, tears and laughter. For which I'd think it's essential to make the ticket worth!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
De one with Prisoner of Life
Bitter cold, frozen feelings
Life isn't a bed of roses. That's what everyone used to say when they find themselves trapped in distress. In my opinion, I'd think even if Life was indeed a bed of roses, literally.. it would have hurt when you get pricked by those untouchable torns.
Enough about roses and beds or even torns.. Life itself is cruel. It's harsh. Beautiful was only "painted" with temporary psychiatric and/or psychological sparks. Achievement, comfort, love and acceptance are some of such "joy triggers". Nobody is happy forever. That's Life... or is it not?
Our very perspective from Christian fellow-mates describe Life to be happy or the very least, at peace in its final stage. Of which we have to be familiar with - Heaven or alongside with God. My Buddhist friends or a used-to-be dear friend named Robin, shared their Buddhism teachings, which viewed "enlightenment" as the ultimate destination of Life. Nope..it's the human soul. Then again.. soul and Life. I guess both are not too far distinct.
Although I'm not a religious person myself, I benefited knowledge from interaction with religion. I supposed it was their culture which interests me. One of which I felt most inevitably related to was Karma. That all in life were balanced. Without pro, con would not have survived.
That was part of why since in-contact with Pure Physics in secondary 3, I loved Newton's 3rd law of Motion particularly. For those who didn't know.. " For every reaction, there's an equal and opposite reaction ".
It's true.. perhaps it's my bad karma taking it's place. Since young, I've thrived on being spoilt and dote by my family just because I'm the only male in the young generation. Then, my female cousins were jealous because they felt deprived of family warmth I guess.
Soon after I embarked onto my education journey, the karma sets in. I was cursed with being "anti-social". It's a curse. Not that I've not been trying. The ultimate impact set in a few years ago when "A" taught me the importance of being "outspoken and sociable". I knew it was just not me. However, I've been trying hard yet... in vain.
Perhaps it's my upbringing..perhaps I was too protected. But why just nobody accepts me in deep? That I'm a kind and simple soul. I care alot for my friends. Or is it I'm too much an attention seeker?
Anyway, what has this got to do in relation with Life? I can't deny but blast it out of my chest.. because it's really pitifully painful inside. MY LIFE SUCKS. It does and it's hurting very much. These feelings of depressed, oppression and having to deal with these unstoppable downs, I'm so battered.
I love my work. I have a passion. Which is what kept my going. However, lately I can help feeling left out. Like I don't belong to my colleagues as if there are some politics going on. What? Just because I'm quiet?
Family. Money issues. It's the same childish. I know I'm gonna suffer in the future. But it's my problem. I can't even deal with my present problems then they just have to fill in more until it's like never-ending!
Love? Sometimes, I just feel I don't have anyone whom I can really turn to.. Honey is like selfish sometimes, thinking all the world owns something.
Friends? I know they are there..but who really understand me much when I have difficulties expressing exactly how I feel?
Jeez... this is really hell... why is this dark cloud passing so slow on me.. when will the sun come out? Haiz............................ :''(
Life isn't a bed of roses. That's what everyone used to say when they find themselves trapped in distress. In my opinion, I'd think even if Life was indeed a bed of roses, literally.. it would have hurt when you get pricked by those untouchable torns.
Enough about roses and beds or even torns.. Life itself is cruel. It's harsh. Beautiful was only "painted" with temporary psychiatric and/or psychological sparks. Achievement, comfort, love and acceptance are some of such "joy triggers". Nobody is happy forever. That's Life... or is it not?
Our very perspective from Christian fellow-mates describe Life to be happy or the very least, at peace in its final stage. Of which we have to be familiar with - Heaven or alongside with God. My Buddhist friends or a used-to-be dear friend named Robin, shared their Buddhism teachings, which viewed "enlightenment" as the ultimate destination of Life. Nope..it's the human soul. Then again.. soul and Life. I guess both are not too far distinct.
Although I'm not a religious person myself, I benefited knowledge from interaction with religion. I supposed it was their culture which interests me. One of which I felt most inevitably related to was Karma. That all in life were balanced. Without pro, con would not have survived.
That was part of why since in-contact with Pure Physics in secondary 3, I loved Newton's 3rd law of Motion particularly. For those who didn't know.. " For every reaction, there's an equal and opposite reaction ".
It's true.. perhaps it's my bad karma taking it's place. Since young, I've thrived on being spoilt and dote by my family just because I'm the only male in the young generation. Then, my female cousins were jealous because they felt deprived of family warmth I guess.
Soon after I embarked onto my education journey, the karma sets in. I was cursed with being "anti-social". It's a curse. Not that I've not been trying. The ultimate impact set in a few years ago when "A" taught me the importance of being "outspoken and sociable". I knew it was just not me. However, I've been trying hard yet... in vain.
Perhaps it's my upbringing..perhaps I was too protected. But why just nobody accepts me in deep? That I'm a kind and simple soul. I care alot for my friends. Or is it I'm too much an attention seeker?
Anyway, what has this got to do in relation with Life? I can't deny but blast it out of my chest.. because it's really pitifully painful inside. MY LIFE SUCKS. It does and it's hurting very much. These feelings of depressed, oppression and having to deal with these unstoppable downs, I'm so battered.
I love my work. I have a passion. Which is what kept my going. However, lately I can help feeling left out. Like I don't belong to my colleagues as if there are some politics going on. What? Just because I'm quiet?
Family. Money issues. It's the same childish. I know I'm gonna suffer in the future. But it's my problem. I can't even deal with my present problems then they just have to fill in more until it's like never-ending!
Love? Sometimes, I just feel I don't have anyone whom I can really turn to.. Honey is like selfish sometimes, thinking all the world owns something.
Friends? I know they are there..but who really understand me much when I have difficulties expressing exactly how I feel?
Jeez... this is really hell... why is this dark cloud passing so slow on me.. when will the sun come out? Haiz............................ :''(
Saturday, September 29, 2007
De one with "It's Good Afterall"
Beautiful Saturday
Late waking up... the breezy bright Saturday morning.. "Meet the Robinson's" over warm nasi lemak..that's a really well deserved morning after all the past few days of tremendous "tight" schedule. Hmmm..let's see..
Work. I embarked on a mad rush in order to complete the list of audit assignments which my manager wanted me to "clear" before going for 18 days of study break before.... the major examinations.
Last week, I undertook an external audit. Meaning I was required to go down to the client's office to perform the audit. There was really different from doing work in your own office. Firstly due to the strict security at Changi Airfreight Centre, I was expected all alone there as the client could only apply ONE visitors pass . No choice, anything gotta call back office.
Secondly, I had to join in the undesirable heavy traffic on my journey from AMK to Loyang. Sigh... sometimes, I found myself having to entertain the taxi drivers lah! At the expense of my tire-ness. Perhaps the guys would remember the "fastcraft" ferry to Tekong. Ahhah, furhter up would bring one to the Cargo Complex area. Omg. That's how far the journey is!!
Lastly, another pain was having to undergo a repetitive routine of filling a form, queuing and changing of visitors pass at the Pass Office before entitling myself freedom of movement within the dull industrial area. It feels like another army camp. Jeez..
However, thank god simply because the staff at my client's place, particularly the accountant, was a dear helpful person. Hmm.. here's where I put my unusual sociable skills to use. And thankful that the accounts were "clear" which facilitated my course of work.
Colleagues are all friendly yet I couldn't help feeling I'm so distant from them. Is this alienation?
I love my work, I'm excited by the things I'm learning and practising. However, it's just off-set by my inability to gel with my colleauges. Sometimes I wonder, am I really an average human.
Education. The period in which the external audit occurred collided with the rush period when my projects are due. Oki.. partly it's ours to blame for this rush-last minute because we've not been consistent. We had to attend lectures until 10pm. After which stay in school till the closing of campus chased us out at 11pm. There was once we had to stay at King Albert's Park's Mac to complete the final touch on our CMA report.
Guess what's bad? There are roughly four projects which we need to submit. All within the same period. It just keeps coming one after the completion of another. Omg! The lastest? I stayed up overnight until 4+am, slept for 2 hours before waking up for next days' of work.
Speaking of which, exam's closing near. And I've not been studying. Really drenched with profuse cold perspiration whenever I imagine how much chapters have I been lagging behind. Haiz..
Mid tests were okay. Thankfully, I managed to attain credit for my law module which I'd only expected a pass.
The hardship of work and studies really kicked in now.. not even to mention the complementary tire-ness which creeps upon unknowingly. And I just have to continue this "sad" life everyday.
Experts say tireness often leads to depression. Well, I do. Especially when I'm that kinda person who's born with limited social skills. This in turn, obstructs my vitamin S. What's vitamin S? Social boost lor.. no man's an island.. I'm too.. no matter how much I endure or bottle up with loneliness most of the time. There's always a limit to withstanding loneliness.
Being in a relationship ain't going to help. I've learned not to rely too much on my loved ones. Haiz. It's just unfair... It might be worrying to them you know. Like how.. or perhaps.. I never talked..
Sigh.. it's a real dilemma. Speaking out too much is hurtful, speaking too little or not at all, worries others too. Often, I face the cross-roads and feel frustrated, miserable and confused.
I was a really strong enduring boy during secondary and jc. Even during army. But I felt lonely. Now, I've learn to speak out. However, I find myself losing the endurance I used to possess, felt myself succumbing to get someone to talk to. And sometimes, fate's just against me, not everybody's free. And it's unfair for them having to entertain my weakness too.
So what did I do? I just sit alone, listen to music or not listening anything at all.. and just quietly address the issue in my mind: What's really going on with my life?
I cry bitterly in my heart. No tears.. just an excruciating, sorrowful, silent heartache whenever I can't seemed to remedy or resolve these complicated internal-conflicts. And also... I didn't have a Mummy to run to.. that's when the tears would fill to the brim of my eyes.
Now and then, I've been missing her. When I bath in the morning or sitting alone having lunch at my office's staircase or sitting in the bus on my journey home, I'll think how proud she would have been if she was alive to see what I've achieve in my initial career. When I was lonely, she'd have been always there to have dinner or even lunch with me.
On Mothers day, I wouldn't feel so deprived, so... unprotected. There was a period, especially I R would love me and try filling up the empty spaces the angel of death had confiscated from me, like R promised.. end up? Angel of death's relative, Cupid, played a prank on me.
Bitter or not, it's really life. The luck and colourful scenes are deteriorating, it all seems so far away from me. I couldn't help but feel uncared for.. I'm really a guy who you can see anything but happy.
Enough said. Beautiful Saturday... grieving blog.. guess it's balanced out afterall.
Late waking up... the breezy bright Saturday morning.. "Meet the Robinson's" over warm nasi lemak..that's a really well deserved morning after all the past few days of tremendous "tight" schedule. Hmmm..let's see..
Work. I embarked on a mad rush in order to complete the list of audit assignments which my manager wanted me to "clear" before going for 18 days of study break before.... the major examinations.
Last week, I undertook an external audit. Meaning I was required to go down to the client's office to perform the audit. There was really different from doing work in your own office. Firstly due to the strict security at Changi Airfreight Centre, I was expected all alone there as the client could only apply ONE visitors pass . No choice, anything gotta call back office.
Secondly, I had to join in the undesirable heavy traffic on my journey from AMK to Loyang. Sigh... sometimes, I found myself having to entertain the taxi drivers lah! At the expense of my tire-ness. Perhaps the guys would remember the "fastcraft" ferry to Tekong. Ahhah, furhter up would bring one to the Cargo Complex area. Omg. That's how far the journey is!!
Lastly, another pain was having to undergo a repetitive routine of filling a form, queuing and changing of visitors pass at the Pass Office before entitling myself freedom of movement within the dull industrial area. It feels like another army camp. Jeez..
However, thank god simply because the staff at my client's place, particularly the accountant, was a dear helpful person. Hmm.. here's where I put my unusual sociable skills to use. And thankful that the accounts were "clear" which facilitated my course of work.
Colleagues are all friendly yet I couldn't help feeling I'm so distant from them. Is this alienation?
I love my work, I'm excited by the things I'm learning and practising. However, it's just off-set by my inability to gel with my colleauges. Sometimes I wonder, am I really an average human.
Education. The period in which the external audit occurred collided with the rush period when my projects are due. Oki.. partly it's ours to blame for this rush-last minute because we've not been consistent. We had to attend lectures until 10pm. After which stay in school till the closing of campus chased us out at 11pm. There was once we had to stay at King Albert's Park's Mac to complete the final touch on our CMA report.
Guess what's bad? There are roughly four projects which we need to submit. All within the same period. It just keeps coming one after the completion of another. Omg! The lastest? I stayed up overnight until 4+am, slept for 2 hours before waking up for next days' of work.
Speaking of which, exam's closing near. And I've not been studying. Really drenched with profuse cold perspiration whenever I imagine how much chapters have I been lagging behind. Haiz..
Mid tests were okay. Thankfully, I managed to attain credit for my law module which I'd only expected a pass.
The hardship of work and studies really kicked in now.. not even to mention the complementary tire-ness which creeps upon unknowingly. And I just have to continue this "sad" life everyday.
Experts say tireness often leads to depression. Well, I do. Especially when I'm that kinda person who's born with limited social skills. This in turn, obstructs my vitamin S. What's vitamin S? Social boost lor.. no man's an island.. I'm too.. no matter how much I endure or bottle up with loneliness most of the time. There's always a limit to withstanding loneliness.
Being in a relationship ain't going to help. I've learned not to rely too much on my loved ones. Haiz. It's just unfair... It might be worrying to them you know. Like how.. or perhaps.. I never talked..
Sigh.. it's a real dilemma. Speaking out too much is hurtful, speaking too little or not at all, worries others too. Often, I face the cross-roads and feel frustrated, miserable and confused.
I was a really strong enduring boy during secondary and jc. Even during army. But I felt lonely. Now, I've learn to speak out. However, I find myself losing the endurance I used to possess, felt myself succumbing to get someone to talk to. And sometimes, fate's just against me, not everybody's free. And it's unfair for them having to entertain my weakness too.
So what did I do? I just sit alone, listen to music or not listening anything at all.. and just quietly address the issue in my mind: What's really going on with my life?
I cry bitterly in my heart. No tears.. just an excruciating, sorrowful, silent heartache whenever I can't seemed to remedy or resolve these complicated internal-conflicts. And also... I didn't have a Mummy to run to.. that's when the tears would fill to the brim of my eyes.
Now and then, I've been missing her. When I bath in the morning or sitting alone having lunch at my office's staircase or sitting in the bus on my journey home, I'll think how proud she would have been if she was alive to see what I've achieve in my initial career. When I was lonely, she'd have been always there to have dinner or even lunch with me.
On Mothers day, I wouldn't feel so deprived, so... unprotected. There was a period, especially I R would love me and try filling up the empty spaces the angel of death had confiscated from me, like R promised.. end up? Angel of death's relative, Cupid, played a prank on me.
Bitter or not, it's really life. The luck and colourful scenes are deteriorating, it all seems so far away from me. I couldn't help but feel uncared for.. I'm really a guy who you can see anything but happy.
Enough said. Beautiful Saturday... grieving blog.. guess it's balanced out afterall.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
De one with My 22nd Birthday
Ceremonial day
There's a saying "time and tides waits for no man". I remember hearing this from others or seeing this phrase printed on the cover of my fullscape paper pad when I was then a primary schoolboy. Back then, I wonder what does it mean?
Many would interpret the phrase with the irreversibility of time. No doubt, there's nothing wrong. Personally, I'd agree. However, there might be just somethings which contradicts this phrase apparently. One of which is the repetitive sight of the Firehouse Happy birthday ice-cream (the supposedly alternative form of a birthday cake) which has seemed to bring back time.... almost every year, on my birthday. August 21st.
Compared to prior year, this year's birthday was pretty worrying to some extent. Last semester, I managed to be freed from any mid-sem test. This dreadful thing found its way into this semester. Can you imagine how "detriment" it is to have an exam on the next day after your birthday? Omg.
The next worrisome part arose from the eve of my birthday. It suddenly occurred to me that I was aging. Omg. So embarrassed I kinda panicked and messaged some of my friends, exclaiming about me turning one year older. *Blush*
But then... it turned out quite good. I was on leave due to me having applied 2 days leave from work for both birthday and pre-exam reasons. Met Honey in town to purchase this grey knitted sweater from G-star @ Paragon. Hehe... I fell in love the moment I saw it just a few days again when I was out with Clara. Omg..looks like I've cultivated a habit of buying things for myself on my birthday. Erm.. I'd like to confess.. I'M NOT A NARCISSIST hor!
After which, I collected my clothings from Domanchi @ Centrepoint before heading for dinner at my favourite restuarant, Swensens!! Why? It's because since young, my parents have been bringing me to Swensens to celebrate my birthday. Always, there was a firehouse which I'd be extremely delighted and fascinated too, by the dry-ice evaporating effect!
Without saying, I had Fish and Chips while Honey ordered a Breaded Chicken main course.
While waiting for the food, Honey presented my birthday. It's a mug with my Chinese zodiac painted on it. I guess it's telepathy ba since earlier I've brought ourselves a lovers-cup. Now we both have two cups. Sigh...
Honey actually sang me a touching happy birthday song.. man, it's really way better than previous years. After a stomach-filling meal, we decided to watch a movie at Cathay AMK.
Royston Tan's 881. It was fantastic, funny and seriously touching towards the finale. I believe mostly everyone must have watched it or have the least knowledge of what's the film about. So guess I'll skip the narrative part and proceed to how I feel about the show...
Personally, I derived the facts of life. The oppression we are experiencing in our daily lives, towards love (like how Little Papaya conceals her feelings for Guan Yin), the oppression from rich and powerful (depicted in the hardship and tough times the Papaya sisters and others face in preparation for the final showdown with the "smelly Durians")
I witness the desperate ambitious yearning to want to achieve something (when the Papaya sisters plead to the Fairy for help to be famous). The unvoluntary participation in competing with others even arising from the jealousy of others around us and illness, prima facie.
881 reminds us of our grand instances in life (particular my band performances outdoors) and also, the aftermath support and shelter we gain from someone close in times of loneliness and hardship.
Besides Honey, Jasmine also bought a fruit cake for my birthday. It was really very delicious not only on the presentation but it taste superb too! My colleagues wrote lovely messages in the birthday card which they gotten for me. My dear friends who delivered their heart-warming sms on my special day. My most-loved doting granny who cooked Mee suah, exclusively for me on my Chinese birthday... and last but not least, Clara, my closest friend, who gave me a memorable birthday gift in a stylish black package with red ribbon!
Million THANKS to Honey, family and friends... Oops.. I hope I don't sound like some award nominee delivering his award speech. hehehe.
Birthday... August 21... a magical moment in time that seems to be suspended and waiting for me every year...
There's a saying "time and tides waits for no man". I remember hearing this from others or seeing this phrase printed on the cover of my fullscape paper pad when I was then a primary schoolboy. Back then, I wonder what does it mean?
Many would interpret the phrase with the irreversibility of time. No doubt, there's nothing wrong. Personally, I'd agree. However, there might be just somethings which contradicts this phrase apparently. One of which is the repetitive sight of the Firehouse Happy birthday ice-cream (the supposedly alternative form of a birthday cake) which has seemed to bring back time.... almost every year, on my birthday. August 21st.
Compared to prior year, this year's birthday was pretty worrying to some extent. Last semester, I managed to be freed from any mid-sem test. This dreadful thing found its way into this semester. Can you imagine how "detriment" it is to have an exam on the next day after your birthday? Omg.
The next worrisome part arose from the eve of my birthday. It suddenly occurred to me that I was aging. Omg. So embarrassed I kinda panicked and messaged some of my friends, exclaiming about me turning one year older. *Blush*
But then... it turned out quite good. I was on leave due to me having applied 2 days leave from work for both birthday and pre-exam reasons. Met Honey in town to purchase this grey knitted sweater from G-star @ Paragon. Hehe... I fell in love the moment I saw it just a few days again when I was out with Clara. Omg..looks like I've cultivated a habit of buying things for myself on my birthday. Erm.. I'd like to confess.. I'M NOT A NARCISSIST hor!
After which, I collected my clothings from Domanchi @ Centrepoint before heading for dinner at my favourite restuarant, Swensens!! Why? It's because since young, my parents have been bringing me to Swensens to celebrate my birthday. Always, there was a firehouse which I'd be extremely delighted and fascinated too, by the dry-ice evaporating effect!
Without saying, I had Fish and Chips while Honey ordered a Breaded Chicken main course.
While waiting for the food, Honey presented my birthday. It's a mug with my Chinese zodiac painted on it. I guess it's telepathy ba since earlier I've brought ourselves a lovers-cup. Now we both have two cups. Sigh...
Honey actually sang me a touching happy birthday song.. man, it's really way better than previous years. After a stomach-filling meal, we decided to watch a movie at Cathay AMK.
Royston Tan's 881. It was fantastic, funny and seriously touching towards the finale. I believe mostly everyone must have watched it or have the least knowledge of what's the film about. So guess I'll skip the narrative part and proceed to how I feel about the show...
Personally, I derived the facts of life. The oppression we are experiencing in our daily lives, towards love (like how Little Papaya conceals her feelings for Guan Yin), the oppression from rich and powerful (depicted in the hardship and tough times the Papaya sisters and others face in preparation for the final showdown with the "smelly Durians")
I witness the desperate ambitious yearning to want to achieve something (when the Papaya sisters plead to the Fairy for help to be famous). The unvoluntary participation in competing with others even arising from the jealousy of others around us and illness, prima facie.
881 reminds us of our grand instances in life (particular my band performances outdoors) and also, the aftermath support and shelter we gain from someone close in times of loneliness and hardship.
Besides Honey, Jasmine also bought a fruit cake for my birthday. It was really very delicious not only on the presentation but it taste superb too! My colleagues wrote lovely messages in the birthday card which they gotten for me. My dear friends who delivered their heart-warming sms on my special day. My most-loved doting granny who cooked Mee suah, exclusively for me on my Chinese birthday... and last but not least, Clara, my closest friend, who gave me a memorable birthday gift in a stylish black package with red ribbon!
Million THANKS to Honey, family and friends... Oops.. I hope I don't sound like some award nominee delivering his award speech. hehehe.
Birthday... August 21... a magical moment in time that seems to be suspended and waiting for me every year...
Monday, August 13, 2007
De one with Atrocious Down on Luck (Coded in Blue)
Atmosphere of incense
Today turned out to be worst than I thought. It's as though I've been really affected by the inauspicious hours of the lunar 7th month. Also known as the Chinese Hungry Ghost festivals.
Sigh. What's worst than having to realise how unblissed upon an utterly-shocking discovery about my drenched and smeared tailsman. Sigh. No one to be blame other than myself. I can't imagine I've been so uselessly careless. Even ah-ma didn't checked the pockets for anything before rinsing my G-star jeans into the pain of water. Sigh. The Gods are going to curse or scold at me..
I guess "Murphy's law" best applied to make my day at work just as worse too.. *sniff sniff*
I've spent the entire day trying to balance my financial statements. Oh no.. even my manager fumed up when I approach her after I find that I had no other choice. Turns out, it's all because of silly carelessness.
I woke up early to jog against the windy weather.. sigh. Perhaps I'm getting tired with this frenzy bad luck befalling upon me. Supposed the more brilliant thing I did was to decide not to go to campus as I was really demoralised, mentally exhausted and disheartened.
The only thing keeping me going was repeating Jay Chou's latest movie theme and having listened to my favourite Frederick Chopin's piece.
Poor me.. *sob sob*
Today turned out to be worst than I thought. It's as though I've been really affected by the inauspicious hours of the lunar 7th month. Also known as the Chinese Hungry Ghost festivals.
Sigh. What's worst than having to realise how unblissed upon an utterly-shocking discovery about my drenched and smeared tailsman. Sigh. No one to be blame other than myself. I can't imagine I've been so uselessly careless. Even ah-ma didn't checked the pockets for anything before rinsing my G-star jeans into the pain of water. Sigh. The Gods are going to curse or scold at me..
I guess "Murphy's law" best applied to make my day at work just as worse too.. *sniff sniff*
I've spent the entire day trying to balance my financial statements. Oh no.. even my manager fumed up when I approach her after I find that I had no other choice. Turns out, it's all because of silly carelessness.
I woke up early to jog against the windy weather.. sigh. Perhaps I'm getting tired with this frenzy bad luck befalling upon me. Supposed the more brilliant thing I did was to decide not to go to campus as I was really demoralised, mentally exhausted and disheartened.
The only thing keeping me going was repeating Jay Chou's latest movie theme and having listened to my favourite Frederick Chopin's piece.
Poor me.. *sob sob*
Sunday, August 12, 2007
De one with Song
Showers on eve of Lunar Seventh Month
How do you define a song? In my opinion, it's a melody of the vocal. Of course, there's definitely more than this vivid definition. It's a part of music, no doubt about this. believe to many, a song is one of many psychiatric instruments. Besides, others would relate it as a form of the Arts.
It doesn't mean one has to be a music student or composer to provide a gauge of roughly when did a song came into existence. Alright, except stating the exact period which would need the advice from the expertises. Give me a break. I believe most would believe a song might have impact humans some very very long time ago.
Not completely untrue, the primitives might have treated simple noises or chantings as songs. Along the way, music and lyrics must have fused to give birth to songs.
During the old classical times where the great composers were alive, they have developed romantic songs with poems, often accompanied by the piano. Of course, opera singing emerged too. Ahh.. there we have it. Songs were mostly about love.
Personally, I believe generally, one of life's stages when people would open themselves to songs (not talking about music wor) is when they are in love. Seriously, just listen to the radio and you'll realise that most of the songs in the world mostly contain love-contexts. Hmmm... Elvis Presley's "Can't help falling in love", "I must have done something good" in The Sound of Music, MLTR's "25 Minutes", Whitney Huston's "Saving all my love for you", 曹格's "兩隻戀人".
Let's not just limit to couple's love, love encompasses other forms of love. What about the love of God in the songs sung in a Church in Alabama? Or Spice girl's "Mama", depicting the love of mothers? Err.. there's actually a song called "I love Singapore" you know...
Most commonly, we find ourselves relating to the words or lyrics in a song as it's probable that certain phrases rake up fond memories. Alternatively or in addition, these phrases might provide absolute descriptions of what our psyche are experiencing or what we'd like to say from our hearts. More exact, the lyrics of a song, like any forms of art, voices our feelings...
"The blind usually have heightened sense of hearing". Listening to songs are as though we are blind, simply because we do not see but receive what we feel from hearing. Of course, marketing have seize the hybrid of captive-feeling through the provision of MTVs so we are able to feel through what we hear and see.
Songs are all about feelings. The tempo, rhythms, melody and everything impacts a diverse range of how we would and/or wanna feel. Ask yourself this, when you listen to a lullaby, wouldn't you feel sleepy? Look around the MRT and one would be easily spotted with a pair of white ear-piece plugged on. Imagine a musical without a song, would you feel something amiss?
Needless to say, in pursuit to the above mentioned, songs ain't only convey feelings of boredom or sleepiness. The Black people in the old days sung at funerals, as a form of expressing their joy for their release from their slavery; Ricky Martin's "The cup of Life" premier in 1998's FIFA World cup; Governor Maria (played by Julie Andrews) taught the Von Trapp children "My favourite things" when they were afraid of thunder sounds; an adaptation from "Dream girls" of how Effie sung her frustrations and lone-misery; the sympathetic feelings for "Mr Cellophane" in Chicago; the tear-arousing from Jay Chou's "世界末日" or 張惠妹's "記得" are examples of some distinctive emotions of hapiness, fun, relieve, pain, pity and heart-aching respectively.
Want more? How about Evita's "Don't cry for me Argentina"? Okay, not going overboard but songs not only intrigues our feelings but in other ways, convey something from the composer or creator him/herself.
Some might argue that music are the main drivers for motivation. Yes, the two can't be separated. Giving more thoughts to with regards to this, the inclusion of words might just deliver the message across to people more effectively. Just imagine the latest NDP song without lyrics but purely instrumental. Would you know what the song is trying to convey to you?
Some might even bring rap-songs into argument. They view regardless of whether it's the beat or rapping, it doesn't delivery anything except mumbling or "chanting".
From my perspective, I would reconsider it this way. It's the beat and rapping which most people are unable to achieve. For that, listening to others who are able to perform a rap-song, hitting all the off-beats, style and filling words to advance the whole creativity into a song, that conveys some sense of achievement (for the rap-singer) and admiration (for the audience).
With that, we could also view songs as the work-piece of others to define individualism and age-groups. In prior years, the latter used to be applicable due to distinctive variety of songs which differ in music, feel, complexity and sound-quality. With the emergence of "retro-fever", songs for differentiating age-groups seemed to have eroded thereafter.
On the contrary, individualism continues today. A very good example are the works of Jay Chou. Not being bias, just taking an example which I'm more familiar. Director Chou's songs delivers his persistence on promoting Chinese-melodies and the flow of Chinese heritage in some of his MTVs. Furthermore, his effects to create music from different backgrounds are evidence in his songs.
Perhaps not everyone would be convince with my previous example. Some Caucasian friends might be wondering who the hack is Jay Chou. Let me try this.. how about deriving something from the songs used in Ipod promotion? Of course, don't just view the advertisements narrowly as an apparent advertisement trying to push sales of the unique product. It's the songs which they use which portrays some level of individuality in people who buy and use the gadget. That's is why there are so many songs available rather than only one!
Some songs are more appealing, others are just for the racks-storage. Nevertheless, it is another form of communicating art which has been successful in fostering relationships all around the world for ages. This doesn't not just consist of the bond between our idol singers and us, it also integrate the communication between us and our friends too.
Personally, I deem songs are one of evolution's most powerful invention. It is the "fruit atom" of both science (rhythms) and arts (psyche). It is intangible in nature, yet it might comfort us more effectively than another fellow being on certain occasions. Much are said but mere simple discussions.
What are songs? It's a melody of the vocals... the fondue voice of hearts... and maybe more...
How do you define a song? In my opinion, it's a melody of the vocal. Of course, there's definitely more than this vivid definition. It's a part of music, no doubt about this. believe to many, a song is one of many psychiatric instruments. Besides, others would relate it as a form of the Arts.
It doesn't mean one has to be a music student or composer to provide a gauge of roughly when did a song came into existence. Alright, except stating the exact period which would need the advice from the expertises. Give me a break. I believe most would believe a song might have impact humans some very very long time ago.
Not completely untrue, the primitives might have treated simple noises or chantings as songs. Along the way, music and lyrics must have fused to give birth to songs.
During the old classical times where the great composers were alive, they have developed romantic songs with poems, often accompanied by the piano. Of course, opera singing emerged too. Ahh.. there we have it. Songs were mostly about love.
Personally, I believe generally, one of life's stages when people would open themselves to songs (not talking about music wor) is when they are in love. Seriously, just listen to the radio and you'll realise that most of the songs in the world mostly contain love-contexts. Hmmm... Elvis Presley's "Can't help falling in love", "I must have done something good" in The Sound of Music, MLTR's "25 Minutes", Whitney Huston's "Saving all my love for you", 曹格's "兩隻戀人".
Let's not just limit to couple's love, love encompasses other forms of love. What about the love of God in the songs sung in a Church in Alabama? Or Spice girl's "Mama", depicting the love of mothers? Err.. there's actually a song called "I love Singapore" you know...
Most commonly, we find ourselves relating to the words or lyrics in a song as it's probable that certain phrases rake up fond memories. Alternatively or in addition, these phrases might provide absolute descriptions of what our psyche are experiencing or what we'd like to say from our hearts. More exact, the lyrics of a song, like any forms of art, voices our feelings...
"The blind usually have heightened sense of hearing". Listening to songs are as though we are blind, simply because we do not see but receive what we feel from hearing. Of course, marketing have seize the hybrid of captive-feeling through the provision of MTVs so we are able to feel through what we hear and see.
Songs are all about feelings. The tempo, rhythms, melody and everything impacts a diverse range of how we would and/or wanna feel. Ask yourself this, when you listen to a lullaby, wouldn't you feel sleepy? Look around the MRT and one would be easily spotted with a pair of white ear-piece plugged on. Imagine a musical without a song, would you feel something amiss?
Needless to say, in pursuit to the above mentioned, songs ain't only convey feelings of boredom or sleepiness. The Black people in the old days sung at funerals, as a form of expressing their joy for their release from their slavery; Ricky Martin's "The cup of Life" premier in 1998's FIFA World cup; Governor Maria (played by Julie Andrews) taught the Von Trapp children "My favourite things" when they were afraid of thunder sounds; an adaptation from "Dream girls" of how Effie sung her frustrations and lone-misery; the sympathetic feelings for "Mr Cellophane" in Chicago; the tear-arousing from Jay Chou's "世界末日" or 張惠妹's "記得" are examples of some distinctive emotions of hapiness, fun, relieve, pain, pity and heart-aching respectively.
Want more? How about Evita's "Don't cry for me Argentina"? Okay, not going overboard but songs not only intrigues our feelings but in other ways, convey something from the composer or creator him/herself.
Some might argue that music are the main drivers for motivation. Yes, the two can't be separated. Giving more thoughts to with regards to this, the inclusion of words might just deliver the message across to people more effectively. Just imagine the latest NDP song without lyrics but purely instrumental. Would you know what the song is trying to convey to you?
Some might even bring rap-songs into argument. They view regardless of whether it's the beat or rapping, it doesn't delivery anything except mumbling or "chanting".
From my perspective, I would reconsider it this way. It's the beat and rapping which most people are unable to achieve. For that, listening to others who are able to perform a rap-song, hitting all the off-beats, style and filling words to advance the whole creativity into a song, that conveys some sense of achievement (for the rap-singer) and admiration (for the audience).
With that, we could also view songs as the work-piece of others to define individualism and age-groups. In prior years, the latter used to be applicable due to distinctive variety of songs which differ in music, feel, complexity and sound-quality. With the emergence of "retro-fever", songs for differentiating age-groups seemed to have eroded thereafter.
On the contrary, individualism continues today. A very good example are the works of Jay Chou. Not being bias, just taking an example which I'm more familiar. Director Chou's songs delivers his persistence on promoting Chinese-melodies and the flow of Chinese heritage in some of his MTVs. Furthermore, his effects to create music from different backgrounds are evidence in his songs.
Perhaps not everyone would be convince with my previous example. Some Caucasian friends might be wondering who the hack is Jay Chou. Let me try this.. how about deriving something from the songs used in Ipod promotion? Of course, don't just view the advertisements narrowly as an apparent advertisement trying to push sales of the unique product. It's the songs which they use which portrays some level of individuality in people who buy and use the gadget. That's is why there are so many songs available rather than only one!
Some songs are more appealing, others are just for the racks-storage. Nevertheless, it is another form of communicating art which has been successful in fostering relationships all around the world for ages. This doesn't not just consist of the bond between our idol singers and us, it also integrate the communication between us and our friends too.
Personally, I deem songs are one of evolution's most powerful invention. It is the "fruit atom" of both science (rhythms) and arts (psyche). It is intangible in nature, yet it might comfort us more effectively than another fellow being on certain occasions. Much are said but mere simple discussions.
What are songs? It's a melody of the vocals... the fondue voice of hearts... and maybe more...
Thursday, August 09, 2007
De one with Jay Chou's "Secret"
Sun after rain
Today's national day,how's it been fro you? It late morning when I woke. The first thing I did was to look myself in the mirror, eager to find out about the condition of my eyes. Well well.. the conjunctivitis virus is almost "bidding farewell" to me. Thank goodness I feel healthy again!
Not fully recovered though. I decided to go for a jog. It was quite hopeless. I felt so breathless when I ran. Jeez... guess I'm losing my stamina even more. Omg. Well..no choice, guess I've gotta start from sketch again. All the way till Singapore Bay Run. Hey, you participating?
After coming back from a 4km run, I decided to call Honey up before proceeding to book online for the "Secret" at Bishan GV. Turns out both of us have a quarrel. Honey was really being so hypocritical lah. Agreed already then message minutes later saying "If I can't make it, you'll have to find someone else to go with you". Sigh. Imagine you're the one finding yourself trapped or suspended.
Of course, I'm not so dumb, I turned desperate, asking Clara, Max or Mohan whether they could accompany me as I really didn't want to lose my money spent.
Sigh.
Turns out, both of us still shown up for the movie just in time.
For those who have watched it, you may stop reading. Just kidding. Well, for those who haven't watch Jay Chou's 不能说的秘密, you can use this as a rough gauge. Anyway, it's impossible for me to tell you the exact happening of the entire movie lah.
The movie's fantastic! It starts off with Ye Xiang Lun (Jay), a student majoring in piano, transferred to this music school where he meets a mysterious Lu Xiao Yu (Rain) in a music room, containing an old antique grand-piano, which was to be demolished upon the coming graduation of the students.
The two befriended and eventually fell in love with each other. Along the movie, you'll feel and sight the little sweet and romantic happenings between two first-timer lovers. Of course, not forgetting a few pinch of sour (jealousy) and a moment of paradox of sadness.
Of course, most of us would relate pretty well about this sad part of a love relationship. You'll feel at odds with the world, you'll cropped yourself at home. You'll visit the places or walk the same journey which are hunted by fond and sweet memories.
The secret of the whole plot, like most movie, revealed itself towards the end where Xiang lun visits the room of the missing Xiao Yu and finds a sketching of him and a photo of Xiao Yu with his father.
From there, Xiang Lun discovers more about the past of Xiao Yu and learns she was someone who travelled through time (20 years before his time) upon playing this "Secret" piano score which she discovers under the antique piano. Everybody else treated Xiao Yu as a psychiatic patient, the classmates mocked and teased her nastily.
At the same time, Xiao Yu mistook Xiang Lun being in love with another girl Sky, when she saw them kissed (which Xiang Lun did so, with his eyes closed, thinking the other party was Xiao Yu).
Towards the end, a totally solitary Xiao Yu decides to play the piece onces, intending to seek the sight and comfort of Xiang Lun. Turns out, she mistook Xiang Lun's disloyalty to her when she sees Sky's hand-band on Xiang Lun's wrist.
There was a part where an asthma-elapsed Xiao Yu wrote her last words with correction fluid on her wooden desk. In which she tells Xiang Lun she loves him and asks whether he feels the likewise. She collapsed before Xiang Lun replied.
* If not for my subsiding conjunctivitis, I'd have cry endlessly lah
The grand finale was both intensely touching! Xiang Lun endured against all odds to the demolishing music room, playing the tune from his memory so as to travel back in time to be with Xiao Yu. Just before he played the last note, a gigantic demolisher made it's way towards Xiang Lun and the piano...
* THIS MOMENT took my breath away!
The ending? Aiyo, go watch the movie lah... My idol actually spent months producing the movie lor...
I total enjoyed the movie! Jay's acting have improved. It has addressed the bitter, sweet and sour of a relationship, the elements of twist which resembles something in between The Lake House and Six Sense... In addition, I feel the female lead is a lady with character.
The sets are rather simple but it's really commendable on account that the scriptwriter, director and actor are taken up by the same person. Too good a movie to be missed!
Still thinking of the ending? Ok lah.. I supposed it wouldn't help to give a hint. Fairytales ain't untrue, ending's liked-wise full...
Overjoyed I finally got to watch Jay Chou's latest production!
Today's national day,how's it been fro you? It late morning when I woke. The first thing I did was to look myself in the mirror, eager to find out about the condition of my eyes. Well well.. the conjunctivitis virus is almost "bidding farewell" to me. Thank goodness I feel healthy again!
Not fully recovered though. I decided to go for a jog. It was quite hopeless. I felt so breathless when I ran. Jeez... guess I'm losing my stamina even more. Omg. Well..no choice, guess I've gotta start from sketch again. All the way till Singapore Bay Run. Hey, you participating?
After coming back from a 4km run, I decided to call Honey up before proceeding to book online for the "Secret" at Bishan GV. Turns out both of us have a quarrel. Honey was really being so hypocritical lah. Agreed already then message minutes later saying "If I can't make it, you'll have to find someone else to go with you". Sigh. Imagine you're the one finding yourself trapped or suspended.
Of course, I'm not so dumb, I turned desperate, asking Clara, Max or Mohan whether they could accompany me as I really didn't want to lose my money spent.
Sigh.
Turns out, both of us still shown up for the movie just in time.
For those who have watched it, you may stop reading. Just kidding. Well, for those who haven't watch Jay Chou's 不能说的秘密, you can use this as a rough gauge. Anyway, it's impossible for me to tell you the exact happening of the entire movie lah.
The movie's fantastic! It starts off with Ye Xiang Lun (Jay), a student majoring in piano, transferred to this music school where he meets a mysterious Lu Xiao Yu (Rain) in a music room, containing an old antique grand-piano, which was to be demolished upon the coming graduation of the students.
The two befriended and eventually fell in love with each other. Along the movie, you'll feel and sight the little sweet and romantic happenings between two first-timer lovers. Of course, not forgetting a few pinch of sour (jealousy) and a moment of paradox of sadness.
Of course, most of us would relate pretty well about this sad part of a love relationship. You'll feel at odds with the world, you'll cropped yourself at home. You'll visit the places or walk the same journey which are hunted by fond and sweet memories.
The secret of the whole plot, like most movie, revealed itself towards the end where Xiang lun visits the room of the missing Xiao Yu and finds a sketching of him and a photo of Xiao Yu with his father.
From there, Xiang Lun discovers more about the past of Xiao Yu and learns she was someone who travelled through time (20 years before his time) upon playing this "Secret" piano score which she discovers under the antique piano. Everybody else treated Xiao Yu as a psychiatic patient, the classmates mocked and teased her nastily.
At the same time, Xiao Yu mistook Xiang Lun being in love with another girl Sky, when she saw them kissed (which Xiang Lun did so, with his eyes closed, thinking the other party was Xiao Yu).
Towards the end, a totally solitary Xiao Yu decides to play the piece onces, intending to seek the sight and comfort of Xiang Lun. Turns out, she mistook Xiang Lun's disloyalty to her when she sees Sky's hand-band on Xiang Lun's wrist.
There was a part where an asthma-elapsed Xiao Yu wrote her last words with correction fluid on her wooden desk. In which she tells Xiang Lun she loves him and asks whether he feels the likewise. She collapsed before Xiang Lun replied.
* If not for my subsiding conjunctivitis, I'd have cry endlessly lah
The grand finale was both intensely touching! Xiang Lun endured against all odds to the demolishing music room, playing the tune from his memory so as to travel back in time to be with Xiao Yu. Just before he played the last note, a gigantic demolisher made it's way towards Xiang Lun and the piano...
* THIS MOMENT took my breath away!
The ending? Aiyo, go watch the movie lah... My idol actually spent months producing the movie lor...
I total enjoyed the movie! Jay's acting have improved. It has addressed the bitter, sweet and sour of a relationship, the elements of twist which resembles something in between The Lake House and Six Sense... In addition, I feel the female lead is a lady with character.
The sets are rather simple but it's really commendable on account that the scriptwriter, director and actor are taken up by the same person. Too good a movie to be missed!
Still thinking of the ending? Ok lah.. I supposed it wouldn't help to give a hint. Fairytales ain't untrue, ending's liked-wise full...
Overjoyed I finally got to watch Jay Chou's latest production!
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
De one with Conjunctivitis
Blur day
Ouch, the whole family have been infected with a conjunctivitis epidemic. All thanks to my cousin, Jasmine, who fell prey to this annoying virus of the eye last weekend.
Here's the flow... it started from my cousin who then passed the virus to my younger brother. Since my granny have to attend to his condition, the poor old lady got the contagious illness too. Recently, my aunt announced herself as the new victim. Omg. This is real bad.
As for thyself, it all started last monday when I abroad the East-West MRT line as I made my way to campus for class alone. Thank goodness I'm alone, otherwise my colleague Hui min might have get infected too.
You see, I didn't have a sit (as usual). Which lands me standing the a position where the air-condition keep blowing into my eye, which I believed to have aggravated the breakout of conjunctivitis. Most likely, there were premature virus in my eyes earlier.
Anyway, over concerned with the appointment with client the next day, I skipped lecture and rushed to the clinic near Honey's place, in hope for an early "miraculous" recovery. As much as I was worried, my encounter at the clinic was rather amusing.
Pardon me for mentioning the following.. the nurse on duty was a real "38" (a shrewd) auntie lor. She made so much noise when a patient's father came to request for an alteration of MC for his daughter who I'd supposed came earlier. The nurse made a fuss, discarding all her quality customer service la. Omg. Unforgivable.
More comical, the doctor was the only one I've visited whom spoke even softer than me. Omg. Even more unforgivable. He didn't show any professionalism too. His actions proved he was afraid of coming anywhere near me. Omg.
Sweet Honey came to visit me while I was waiting for the dispatch of my medicine. And a one day MC slip which never got utilised as I attended the client appointment without telling my manager (who went with me) about my deadly conjunctivitis.
I guess I was really blissed, the symptoms of my sore-eyes were not as bad compared to my family's. Only the sides of my eyes were infected. Blissed.
It's been 3 days liao. Not only did the conjunctivitis prevented me from going to work to complete my assignments but also intervened my meeting which Honey. Awww...
Oh! By the way, here's some tips: If your eyes develop conjunctivitis (1) really consult a doctor earlier; (2) wash your hands constantly whenever in contact with your eyes; (3) it is forbidden to use the same area of the same piece of tissue or any other cleaning material for both eyes. It would only spread the virus over to the other uninfected eyes; (4) apply your eye drop constantly and get plenty of rest, it helps!
Tomorrow's Singapore's 42th birthday! Yeah!! Advanced Birthday Singapore!!!
Ouch, the whole family have been infected with a conjunctivitis epidemic. All thanks to my cousin, Jasmine, who fell prey to this annoying virus of the eye last weekend.
Here's the flow... it started from my cousin who then passed the virus to my younger brother. Since my granny have to attend to his condition, the poor old lady got the contagious illness too. Recently, my aunt announced herself as the new victim. Omg. This is real bad.
As for thyself, it all started last monday when I abroad the East-West MRT line as I made my way to campus for class alone. Thank goodness I'm alone, otherwise my colleague Hui min might have get infected too.
You see, I didn't have a sit (as usual). Which lands me standing the a position where the air-condition keep blowing into my eye, which I believed to have aggravated the breakout of conjunctivitis. Most likely, there were premature virus in my eyes earlier.
Anyway, over concerned with the appointment with client the next day, I skipped lecture and rushed to the clinic near Honey's place, in hope for an early "miraculous" recovery. As much as I was worried, my encounter at the clinic was rather amusing.
Pardon me for mentioning the following.. the nurse on duty was a real "38" (a shrewd) auntie lor. She made so much noise when a patient's father came to request for an alteration of MC for his daughter who I'd supposed came earlier. The nurse made a fuss, discarding all her quality customer service la. Omg. Unforgivable.
More comical, the doctor was the only one I've visited whom spoke even softer than me. Omg. Even more unforgivable. He didn't show any professionalism too. His actions proved he was afraid of coming anywhere near me. Omg.
Sweet Honey came to visit me while I was waiting for the dispatch of my medicine. And a one day MC slip which never got utilised as I attended the client appointment without telling my manager (who went with me) about my deadly conjunctivitis.
I guess I was really blissed, the symptoms of my sore-eyes were not as bad compared to my family's. Only the sides of my eyes were infected. Blissed.
It's been 3 days liao. Not only did the conjunctivitis prevented me from going to work to complete my assignments but also intervened my meeting which Honey. Awww...
Oh! By the way, here's some tips: If your eyes develop conjunctivitis (1) really consult a doctor earlier; (2) wash your hands constantly whenever in contact with your eyes; (3) it is forbidden to use the same area of the same piece of tissue or any other cleaning material for both eyes. It would only spread the virus over to the other uninfected eyes; (4) apply your eye drop constantly and get plenty of rest, it helps!
Tomorrow's Singapore's 42th birthday! Yeah!! Advanced Birthday Singapore!!!
Sunday, July 29, 2007
De one with Black 2 years
Even Heaven's weeping
On 21 August 1985, a courageous and great lady lied on the hospital bed, bearing the extreme pressure and endured hardship, all for a sole purpose of delivering the labour of a baby boy.
Approximately 6 years later, this lady experienced the same misery to bring another boy into this world.
She was always striving to be successful. Worried over health, she over-exerted herself. Little did she knew, a few months before her 50th birthday, she took her last breath without saying goodbye to the family... without being with any relative... without bidding farewell with her firstborn, who was still serving the nation in foreign land, Thailand.
Here I am, the skies are grey. The drizzle which had fallen from the grey skies, landed gently on the window screen... "They" looked as if they were tiny hands from angels above, to comfort me as I sat in the cab with my grand-aunt and Daddy as we en route to Bedok.
It took approximately 20 minutes to reach Qing Shan Gong, the very place where I had transported the tablet of my late-mummy, 2 years ago.. with tears flowing profusingly in my heart.
The unbearable memories struck forth all memories, saturated with unlimited remorse.. 2 years ago when I first received the phone call in Kranchaburi Camp...
...flash...
the frightening funeral wake...
...flash...
the merciless crying...
...flash...
the white roses I'd bring to Mandai Crementorium...
Now, it's 2 years... 2 years since Mummy left us. 2 years later, my aunt and I set up all the joysticks and food to be laid for paying of respects to mummy. My Daddy clumsy as usual, couldn't be of any help.
Perhaps this lady who gave birth to me 21 years ago must have been so sweet, that the "huat guay" (a brown cake, made of flour and brown sugar for honoring the Gods and Ancestors) contained ants which we thought must have been inside since purchase.
I didn't shed any tears. My Daddy didn't. He has been very reserved. Not even my aunt, who would break down everytime, every occasion like this... grieving over the irreversible loss of her younger sister. I didn't cry unless I was alone. This year was no exception. As I clinched my teeth and hold back all the tears filled to the brim of my eyes, watching the familiar clothes and sandals previously worn by mummy back when she was alive, burning together with all the incense paper and paper assets.
Burning incense paper and paper assets like money and treasure chest filled with more money were understandable. But why burn the belongings of people who'd already passed on?
Well.. they believe, no paper clothings are better than the very personal belongings worn while the dead's alive. It's a way to send things which are used to by the spirit so as to cope with the afterlife. It may sound foolish but I believe it. "Ashes to ashes".
2 years has slipped past real fast. Everybody doesn't speak of the grieve openly. Well, I supposed everybody's grieving in silence. Neither did we forget about mummy in our hearts. My granny and aunt told of dreams or encounters seeing the return of mummy's spirit.
Good for them... for me? Sadly, she didn't really appear in my dreams much. Only once in which I remember a pair of hands which I've recognised as mummy's hand. I cried bitterly, sking why did she leave us. Perhaps, she didn't appear because she didn't want me to be over-grieved?
"Our mothers are the best in the world"... this blog, dedicated to Mummy
x we love you. Forever in our hearts you'll live x
On 21 August 1985, a courageous and great lady lied on the hospital bed, bearing the extreme pressure and endured hardship, all for a sole purpose of delivering the labour of a baby boy.
Approximately 6 years later, this lady experienced the same misery to bring another boy into this world.
She was always striving to be successful. Worried over health, she over-exerted herself. Little did she knew, a few months before her 50th birthday, she took her last breath without saying goodbye to the family... without being with any relative... without bidding farewell with her firstborn, who was still serving the nation in foreign land, Thailand.
Here I am, the skies are grey. The drizzle which had fallen from the grey skies, landed gently on the window screen... "They" looked as if they were tiny hands from angels above, to comfort me as I sat in the cab with my grand-aunt and Daddy as we en route to Bedok.
It took approximately 20 minutes to reach Qing Shan Gong, the very place where I had transported the tablet of my late-mummy, 2 years ago.. with tears flowing profusingly in my heart.
The unbearable memories struck forth all memories, saturated with unlimited remorse.. 2 years ago when I first received the phone call in Kranchaburi Camp...
...flash...
the frightening funeral wake...
...flash...
the merciless crying...
...flash...
the white roses I'd bring to Mandai Crementorium...
Now, it's 2 years... 2 years since Mummy left us. 2 years later, my aunt and I set up all the joysticks and food to be laid for paying of respects to mummy. My Daddy clumsy as usual, couldn't be of any help.
Perhaps this lady who gave birth to me 21 years ago must have been so sweet, that the "huat guay" (a brown cake, made of flour and brown sugar for honoring the Gods and Ancestors) contained ants which we thought must have been inside since purchase.
I didn't shed any tears. My Daddy didn't. He has been very reserved. Not even my aunt, who would break down everytime, every occasion like this... grieving over the irreversible loss of her younger sister. I didn't cry unless I was alone. This year was no exception. As I clinched my teeth and hold back all the tears filled to the brim of my eyes, watching the familiar clothes and sandals previously worn by mummy back when she was alive, burning together with all the incense paper and paper assets.
Burning incense paper and paper assets like money and treasure chest filled with more money were understandable. But why burn the belongings of people who'd already passed on?
Well.. they believe, no paper clothings are better than the very personal belongings worn while the dead's alive. It's a way to send things which are used to by the spirit so as to cope with the afterlife. It may sound foolish but I believe it. "Ashes to ashes".
2 years has slipped past real fast. Everybody doesn't speak of the grieve openly. Well, I supposed everybody's grieving in silence. Neither did we forget about mummy in our hearts. My granny and aunt told of dreams or encounters seeing the return of mummy's spirit.
Good for them... for me? Sadly, she didn't really appear in my dreams much. Only once in which I remember a pair of hands which I've recognised as mummy's hand. I cried bitterly, sking why did she leave us. Perhaps, she didn't appear because she didn't want me to be over-grieved?
"Our mothers are the best in the world"... this blog, dedicated to Mummy
x we love you. Forever in our hearts you'll live x
Sunday, July 15, 2007
De one with Failing Life
Visible sun, invisible clouds and rain
Everyone has this moment in life.. in fact, I doubt anyone who hasn't experienced this before. That's at least once in our lifetime, we'd feel absolutely overwhelmed with the pressure from life. It is when the spirit-breaking creep upon us, born from the intangible disappointment because we can' live up to what life demands of us.
Or perhaps...
more precisely...
because our incapacity to live up with what we expect ourselves to be...
Well.. maybe some people reading this blog might even laugh at me.. why talk about this only at this age of 21. Others might be mocking that such discussions are buried memories form the past. Too, some might just think this topic is nothing but mere childish talks.
Then again.. embarrassed but true, my life is facing an obstruction - a major turning point. It involves drastic changes, double or even triple the change from entering a new secondary school or enlisting into NS. It's the beginning shift from expanding my personal life (obviously yet to be perfectly organised) to the incorporation of more intermediate studies and fresh working experience and too, love life.
It's more than meet the eye.. starting I thought it was fun and managable..turns out every aspects of life is screaming for attention. Here's where the cruel fact which is also the fundamentals of Economics: Scarcity, kicks in hard. Which is what makes my life so miserably unhappy.
Let's talk about the pressure from work. I've realised that it's devouring more and more of my time as I get even more ambitious to fulfil my thirst for learning in the current audit job. In order to learn more, I stretched the hours spent in office, in hope of completely my work on time or before time.
It's tough but I kinda enjoy it. Perhaps I'm very fast-paced. Inevitably, causing me to have less time for myself. And energy for focusing on my part time studies.
Referring to the latter, after 5:30pm, I have to relieve all my work in the office and spent the next hour traveling to campus for lectures which finishes at 10pm. By 8-9pm, all day's work hectic caused my concentration span to be exhausted. There were occasions during Cost Management lectures when I couldn't comprehend simple mathematical concepts. Sobz.
Partly to be blame, it's because of work and study which deprived me of sleep, which attributed to my low energy for focusing.
Let's talk about the former. Besides the lack of time for sleeping, I find myself having less time for family and personal because I've Honey to accompany. Not that it's an obligation but it's something you'd want to do, sharing your weekends for your loved ones. Then, revision of education is being compromised by this.
As a result I can't spend time cleaning my Bishan house and possessing the liberty of time for myself. I only manage to spend some time, usually late night dinner or supper with Mohan and Clara. No more shopping.. sigh.
It's really "so much things to do, so little time". I can't help feeling so devastated that I'm enslaved by the pressure..to want to fulfil and do my best for all that is in my life. Perhaps I've one too many commitments.. I feel insecure in the present and future because I find myself lacking the ability to do my best for what's present so that I can have a future. Sigh.
Bad luck.. perhaps it's bad karma? I try to be optimistic whenever I can.. Apparently, wonder if there's any time to remain optimistic or self-motivated?
Feels like I'm enstrangled.. I'm a drowning boy in the abyss of my chaotic, inorganised life... oh..boy..
Everyone has this moment in life.. in fact, I doubt anyone who hasn't experienced this before. That's at least once in our lifetime, we'd feel absolutely overwhelmed with the pressure from life. It is when the spirit-breaking creep upon us, born from the intangible disappointment because we can' live up to what life demands of us.
Or perhaps...
more precisely...
because our incapacity to live up with what we expect ourselves to be...
Well.. maybe some people reading this blog might even laugh at me.. why talk about this only at this age of 21. Others might be mocking that such discussions are buried memories form the past. Too, some might just think this topic is nothing but mere childish talks.
Then again.. embarrassed but true, my life is facing an obstruction - a major turning point. It involves drastic changes, double or even triple the change from entering a new secondary school or enlisting into NS. It's the beginning shift from expanding my personal life (obviously yet to be perfectly organised) to the incorporation of more intermediate studies and fresh working experience and too, love life.
It's more than meet the eye.. starting I thought it was fun and managable..turns out every aspects of life is screaming for attention. Here's where the cruel fact which is also the fundamentals of Economics: Scarcity, kicks in hard. Which is what makes my life so miserably unhappy.
Let's talk about the pressure from work. I've realised that it's devouring more and more of my time as I get even more ambitious to fulfil my thirst for learning in the current audit job. In order to learn more, I stretched the hours spent in office, in hope of completely my work on time or before time.
It's tough but I kinda enjoy it. Perhaps I'm very fast-paced. Inevitably, causing me to have less time for myself. And energy for focusing on my part time studies.
Referring to the latter, after 5:30pm, I have to relieve all my work in the office and spent the next hour traveling to campus for lectures which finishes at 10pm. By 8-9pm, all day's work hectic caused my concentration span to be exhausted. There were occasions during Cost Management lectures when I couldn't comprehend simple mathematical concepts. Sobz.
Partly to be blame, it's because of work and study which deprived me of sleep, which attributed to my low energy for focusing.
Let's talk about the former. Besides the lack of time for sleeping, I find myself having less time for family and personal because I've Honey to accompany. Not that it's an obligation but it's something you'd want to do, sharing your weekends for your loved ones. Then, revision of education is being compromised by this.
As a result I can't spend time cleaning my Bishan house and possessing the liberty of time for myself. I only manage to spend some time, usually late night dinner or supper with Mohan and Clara. No more shopping.. sigh.
It's really "so much things to do, so little time". I can't help feeling so devastated that I'm enslaved by the pressure..to want to fulfil and do my best for all that is in my life. Perhaps I've one too many commitments.. I feel insecure in the present and future because I find myself lacking the ability to do my best for what's present so that I can have a future. Sigh.
Bad luck.. perhaps it's bad karma? I try to be optimistic whenever I can.. Apparently, wonder if there's any time to remain optimistic or self-motivated?
Feels like I'm enstrangled.. I'm a drowning boy in the abyss of my chaotic, inorganised life... oh..boy..
Sunday, June 24, 2007
De one with After Awhile
Sunny
It's already been 14 days since I started work in a CPA. More precisely, it's a major change in my life. Something different from the luxurious and less-worrying student life. This job could be also, my very first CPF-contributing job!
You must be wondering how am I coping? Work's getting heavier and even more complicated gradually as the number of assignments keeps coming one after another. Within the first week, I completed six years of both audit and compilation reports for a particular company. Of course, with alot of help from my manager. Till date, I'm moving on and working on my 3rd assignment - A standard audit. Sounds cool right?
Although there's really lots of tedious work, killing of trees (because of much amendments in reports), I found it very rewarding as I find myself gaining knowledge about accounting work and anything related to it. Sort of a headstart too!
To be even more comforting, the colleagues and my manager, Rebecca, are really very friendly and nice people. They have been very helpful, always willing to put down their work just to answer my queries. At least I don't experience any "tai qi" ( Singlish: "pushing responsibilities to others and avoiding interference to self".)
What's taxing might have not dawn upon... As much as I enjoy starting a new life point - working, I'm pretty worried about coping with studies when the next semester starts. Well.. time being, let's just let nature takes it's course bah.
With working hours invading my life, I find life's draining of colours. Gone are those jeans and comfortable t-shirts. Away with those long un-confined hours of shopping during non-crowded week days... Most of the time, I'm working overtime, in order to complete my assignments way before time to crunch my thirst to learn more. As such, it leaves me with only 2 pathetic hours, sometimes nil hours after work for me to settle my dinner and going out.
Fortunately, work's really busy but I still managed to spare some time for Honey. Meeting Honey every weekend. Well... perhaps it's due to us being too overly affected and occupied by our problems at work and meeting demands, it had caused our relationship to be sailing through rocky pavements. I admit I've been pretty emotional this period. Always in need of Honey to "output" my bottled troubles at this moment in life..
I guess I've been selfish bothering Honey while I should have turned to my close friends. Haiz.. i feel very sandwiched. I feared Honey might misunderstand I confide in my friends more than my love. On the other hand, I don't wish my friends to be occupied with my problems when they themselves have their commitments too. What should I do?
With that, I see less and less of my family. Yet, I'm pretty grateful that my granny helps me with my laundry and friends to accompany me. Otherwise, I'd be eating dinner alone and shopping with no one to provide me with opinions.
I still go out with Mohan. Paiseh but Mohan was the friend who could make it to accompany me out for some last-minute shopping. Managed to have supper with Clara once too, who have accompanied me to get my first sets of clothings prior my first day of work.
Economics taught us that the opportunity cost of earning money is leisure time. In my case, it would be more appropriate for me to quote that the next best alternative forgone for work experience is my leisure time with love, family and friends. Of course, together with the time I could have spared myself to do things I enjoy.
Jiayou ("Keep going" in Chinese), Jason!
It's already been 14 days since I started work in a CPA. More precisely, it's a major change in my life. Something different from the luxurious and less-worrying student life. This job could be also, my very first CPF-contributing job!
You must be wondering how am I coping? Work's getting heavier and even more complicated gradually as the number of assignments keeps coming one after another. Within the first week, I completed six years of both audit and compilation reports for a particular company. Of course, with alot of help from my manager. Till date, I'm moving on and working on my 3rd assignment - A standard audit. Sounds cool right?
Although there's really lots of tedious work, killing of trees (because of much amendments in reports), I found it very rewarding as I find myself gaining knowledge about accounting work and anything related to it. Sort of a headstart too!
To be even more comforting, the colleagues and my manager, Rebecca, are really very friendly and nice people. They have been very helpful, always willing to put down their work just to answer my queries. At least I don't experience any "tai qi" ( Singlish: "pushing responsibilities to others and avoiding interference to self".)
What's taxing might have not dawn upon... As much as I enjoy starting a new life point - working, I'm pretty worried about coping with studies when the next semester starts. Well.. time being, let's just let nature takes it's course bah.
With working hours invading my life, I find life's draining of colours. Gone are those jeans and comfortable t-shirts. Away with those long un-confined hours of shopping during non-crowded week days... Most of the time, I'm working overtime, in order to complete my assignments way before time to crunch my thirst to learn more. As such, it leaves me with only 2 pathetic hours, sometimes nil hours after work for me to settle my dinner and going out.
Fortunately, work's really busy but I still managed to spare some time for Honey. Meeting Honey every weekend. Well... perhaps it's due to us being too overly affected and occupied by our problems at work and meeting demands, it had caused our relationship to be sailing through rocky pavements. I admit I've been pretty emotional this period. Always in need of Honey to "output" my bottled troubles at this moment in life..
I guess I've been selfish bothering Honey while I should have turned to my close friends. Haiz.. i feel very sandwiched. I feared Honey might misunderstand I confide in my friends more than my love. On the other hand, I don't wish my friends to be occupied with my problems when they themselves have their commitments too. What should I do?
With that, I see less and less of my family. Yet, I'm pretty grateful that my granny helps me with my laundry and friends to accompany me. Otherwise, I'd be eating dinner alone and shopping with no one to provide me with opinions.
I still go out with Mohan. Paiseh but Mohan was the friend who could make it to accompany me out for some last-minute shopping. Managed to have supper with Clara once too, who have accompanied me to get my first sets of clothings prior my first day of work.
Economics taught us that the opportunity cost of earning money is leisure time. In my case, it would be more appropriate for me to quote that the next best alternative forgone for work experience is my leisure time with love, family and friends. Of course, together with the time I could have spared myself to do things I enjoy.
Jiayou ("Keep going" in Chinese), Jason!
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
De one with Disappointing Wednesday
Cloud overhead on 6 June
It feel as if time is traveling at the speed of light-years, before it's known, 6 June had silently creeped upon for the release of my 2nd semester examinations results.
As much I'd expected better results.. well.. it turned out rather disappointing...
Commercial Law : Pass
Management Accounting : Credit
Prices and market : Distinction
Business Statistics : High Dist
Sob sob... As compared to my previous semester's, I actually fell by 2 grades (1 HD, 2 DI, 1 CR).
Most disappointingly, this semester I've failed to achieve a minimum of 12 credit points, essential to guarantee a degree with distinction at the end of my course.
Well.. no harm crying over spilled milk. However, I can't help feeling sorry I've not been working hard to get better results. Spent 14 days on Commercial Law and this was the low grade I got. Omg.
Other than that, I supposed the outcome was more or less predictable at the back of my mind. Surprisingly, even before I took the exams. Geez.. I guess I was over-concerned about establishing a new found relationship bah.
Anyway, sigh~~ major, big changes in life ahead. Hopefully...nope! It should be MUST prepare myself to sail through the forthcoming voyage of new work and tougher semester to come!!
It feel as if time is traveling at the speed of light-years, before it's known, 6 June had silently creeped upon for the release of my 2nd semester examinations results.
As much I'd expected better results.. well.. it turned out rather disappointing...
Commercial Law : Pass
Management Accounting : Credit
Prices and market : Distinction
Business Statistics : High Dist
Sob sob... As compared to my previous semester's, I actually fell by 2 grades (1 HD, 2 DI, 1 CR).
Most disappointingly, this semester I've failed to achieve a minimum of 12 credit points, essential to guarantee a degree with distinction at the end of my course.
Well.. no harm crying over spilled milk. However, I can't help feeling sorry I've not been working hard to get better results. Spent 14 days on Commercial Law and this was the low grade I got. Omg.
Other than that, I supposed the outcome was more or less predictable at the back of my mind. Surprisingly, even before I took the exams. Geez.. I guess I was over-concerned about establishing a new found relationship bah.
Anyway, sigh~~ major, big changes in life ahead. Hopefully...nope! It should be MUST prepare myself to sail through the forthcoming voyage of new work and tougher semester to come!!
Monday, June 04, 2007
De one with Double Streak of Opportunities
Lady Luck, Clovers and Horse-shoes
Most commonly, choices will come forth knocking on our doors in life. The kind of having to choose one of two or many is a pretty dreadful thing as we have to be careful in evaluating the pros and cons of both/all varying course of action we're going to undertake.
Contradicting, chances are rare in occurring along the path of our life. Great opportunities particularly. Definitely, not twice in the same day, within 3 hours' time-frame. Unless you're fortunate enough to have a lucky streak befalling on you!
Apparently, it did occurred upon me. Luck me, I must say...
Last Saturday, I went for an interview. Not really confident that I could get the accounting-related job as I myself has lack of accounting background. The interviewer, Gabriel, or the head of department himself, was a very nice and friendly person. In our conversation, he spoke from personal experience, explaining to me what he expects the candidate to be.
Luck or not, I've delightedly satisfied Gabriel with a very honest answer from me when he asked what would I do given I'm disadvantaged by my limited accounting background.
It was Saturday afternoon, no formal wear, just two person, chatting about experiences and talks of what's required of the candidate and job.
Came Monday morning, I went for another interview at Tiong Seh Building. This time round, the job offer was presented to me straight. To be even more surprised, the financial interviewer offered me a higher-than expected pay! So, not being confident I was going to get another job offer, I agreed to go onboard this current as accounts payable assistant.
Just an hour or two later, I received numerous calls from the former interviewer, Gabriel. I didn't notice this until I checked my handphone to see the missed-calls entries recorded. That moment was dreadful, like what I've described in the opening paragraph of this entry.
The later job as AP would mean higher pay and lesser work pressure. It's geographically located nearer to home, yet farther from school when my school semester starts.
The former job might get lower pay and more work pressure. It's geographically located further from home, closer to school. One very attractive thing offerable was the intense amount of exposure I'm going to get, should I join this firm.
I decided to keep to my accepted job at the later interview. I called Gabriel. He sighed in disappointment when I told him of the acceptance to the interview I've just went for, together with the pay which I was going to get.
He said something which tipped my scale of decision. I told him I'd have to reconsider my choice. Thankfully, I've not signed a letter of appointment with the later firm.
After a few minutes of letting my heart chose what it wants and immediate talks with Honey and Jasmine, I dialled Gabriel up. 2 hours later, I signed up for the job with provided higher pay and exposure. Remarkably wonderful!
Although I should be happy that I made with a double streak of chances and eventually got the job, I was somewhat kinda regretful as working would mean I've to forgo the pleasure and kiss goodbye to the holiday mood. Another worry would be whether I'd be able to manage work and studies. Hopefully, I would. Hopefully...
Most commonly, choices will come forth knocking on our doors in life. The kind of having to choose one of two or many is a pretty dreadful thing as we have to be careful in evaluating the pros and cons of both/all varying course of action we're going to undertake.
Contradicting, chances are rare in occurring along the path of our life. Great opportunities particularly. Definitely, not twice in the same day, within 3 hours' time-frame. Unless you're fortunate enough to have a lucky streak befalling on you!
Apparently, it did occurred upon me. Luck me, I must say...
Last Saturday, I went for an interview. Not really confident that I could get the accounting-related job as I myself has lack of accounting background. The interviewer, Gabriel, or the head of department himself, was a very nice and friendly person. In our conversation, he spoke from personal experience, explaining to me what he expects the candidate to be.
Luck or not, I've delightedly satisfied Gabriel with a very honest answer from me when he asked what would I do given I'm disadvantaged by my limited accounting background.
It was Saturday afternoon, no formal wear, just two person, chatting about experiences and talks of what's required of the candidate and job.
Came Monday morning, I went for another interview at Tiong Seh Building. This time round, the job offer was presented to me straight. To be even more surprised, the financial interviewer offered me a higher-than expected pay! So, not being confident I was going to get another job offer, I agreed to go onboard this current as accounts payable assistant.
Just an hour or two later, I received numerous calls from the former interviewer, Gabriel. I didn't notice this until I checked my handphone to see the missed-calls entries recorded. That moment was dreadful, like what I've described in the opening paragraph of this entry.
The later job as AP would mean higher pay and lesser work pressure. It's geographically located nearer to home, yet farther from school when my school semester starts.
The former job might get lower pay and more work pressure. It's geographically located further from home, closer to school. One very attractive thing offerable was the intense amount of exposure I'm going to get, should I join this firm.
I decided to keep to my accepted job at the later interview. I called Gabriel. He sighed in disappointment when I told him of the acceptance to the interview I've just went for, together with the pay which I was going to get.
He said something which tipped my scale of decision. I told him I'd have to reconsider my choice. Thankfully, I've not signed a letter of appointment with the later firm.
After a few minutes of letting my heart chose what it wants and immediate talks with Honey and Jasmine, I dialled Gabriel up. 2 hours later, I signed up for the job with provided higher pay and exposure. Remarkably wonderful!
Although I should be happy that I made with a double streak of chances and eventually got the job, I was somewhat kinda regretful as working would mean I've to forgo the pleasure and kiss goodbye to the holiday mood. Another worry would be whether I'd be able to manage work and studies. Hopefully, I would. Hopefully...
De one with Pirates of the Caribbean
Calm skies
"Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die..."
I was around primary 3 when I was amazed by the Lego-set which my parents got for me. It was a ship, sailed by pirates. There was a particular piece which was rather outstanding... he was in black uniform with a hook on his right arm.. more significantly, he was a pirate.
Several years later, image from my child-play had magically transformed itself alive, all it's life captured in the cinema screens when the trilogy movie of "Pirates of the Caribbean" were released since 2003.
The very first installation of the block-buster, "POTC: Curse of the Black Pearl", was a pretty confusing show when I watched it on vcd instead of the cinemas. I recalled it took me 3 attempts before my concentration lasted me through the entire movie.
Funnily, it was supposed to be a child-appealing thingy back then!
Recalling the statement "Captain Jack's back" in the release of the trailer for the second installation "POTC: Deadman's Chest" in 2006? Not quite?
How about try this one.. the scene where Will Turner said he will not leave without Jack until he saw the natives chasing a fanatically-escaping Jack.. Ahha..
Having watched the second installation, back then I felt it was nothing interesting as compared to the Curse of the Black Pearl. It turned out more to be a "bridging" movie between the first and the last. Ironically, it turned out that the 2nd movie did presented new characters and a new storyline. Just that it didn't make much sense until the final installation hit the screens this year!
I watched "POTC: At World's End" with Honey last weekend, it was really cool.. but then, it's as complicated as before. Well, nevertheless, credit and applause must be given to the twist of plot. I never expected the Voodoo witch to be Calypso (never thought a greek mythical goddess was dragged into the story). A zillion crabs relating to the lusty goddess? Not forgetting, how Elizabeth Swann got appointed as the Pirate of Singapore (earlier featuring a familiar face: Chow Yun-Fat as Sao Feng). Aww.. the ending where handsome, gallant Will Turner to be bounded by the Flying Dutchman.
Besides the ironical-packed story plot, the music captured my attention. It was the Love theme between Davy Jones and Calypso, which was aggressive and different from the sweet melody in the 2nd movie. The Medallion call's theme, featured mostly in the previous installations were replaced too, by Chinese tunes and fierce battle themes.
Of course, the awesome fighting scenes and this particular scene where Will and Elizabeth being wedded in the midst of a battle.. it was really "lame" yet entertaining.
For what I think, it was a brilliant movie. Not really extravagant as Spiderman or LOTR, it thrived on it's own unique theme of shabby and witty pirates. To make things further complicating, there were alot of negotiation.. Gees.. does the kids understand or are they just there to audience the thrilling actions?
Silly but I can't help thinking why must most block-busters like POTC and LOTR stop with trilogies. Anyhow, should there be a POTC 4, I'm very sure I won't give it a miss.
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die..."
I was around primary 3 when I was amazed by the Lego-set which my parents got for me. It was a ship, sailed by pirates. There was a particular piece which was rather outstanding... he was in black uniform with a hook on his right arm.. more significantly, he was a pirate.
Several years later, image from my child-play had magically transformed itself alive, all it's life captured in the cinema screens when the trilogy movie of "Pirates of the Caribbean" were released since 2003.
The very first installation of the block-buster, "POTC: Curse of the Black Pearl", was a pretty confusing show when I watched it on vcd instead of the cinemas. I recalled it took me 3 attempts before my concentration lasted me through the entire movie.
Funnily, it was supposed to be a child-appealing thingy back then!
Recalling the statement "Captain Jack's back" in the release of the trailer for the second installation "POTC: Deadman's Chest" in 2006? Not quite?
How about try this one.. the scene where Will Turner said he will not leave without Jack until he saw the natives chasing a fanatically-escaping Jack.. Ahha..
Having watched the second installation, back then I felt it was nothing interesting as compared to the Curse of the Black Pearl. It turned out more to be a "bridging" movie between the first and the last. Ironically, it turned out that the 2nd movie did presented new characters and a new storyline. Just that it didn't make much sense until the final installation hit the screens this year!
I watched "POTC: At World's End" with Honey last weekend, it was really cool.. but then, it's as complicated as before. Well, nevertheless, credit and applause must be given to the twist of plot. I never expected the Voodoo witch to be Calypso (never thought a greek mythical goddess was dragged into the story). A zillion crabs relating to the lusty goddess? Not forgetting, how Elizabeth Swann got appointed as the Pirate of Singapore (earlier featuring a familiar face: Chow Yun-Fat as Sao Feng). Aww.. the ending where handsome, gallant Will Turner to be bounded by the Flying Dutchman.
Besides the ironical-packed story plot, the music captured my attention. It was the Love theme between Davy Jones and Calypso, which was aggressive and different from the sweet melody in the 2nd movie. The Medallion call's theme, featured mostly in the previous installations were replaced too, by Chinese tunes and fierce battle themes.
Of course, the awesome fighting scenes and this particular scene where Will and Elizabeth being wedded in the midst of a battle.. it was really "lame" yet entertaining.
For what I think, it was a brilliant movie. Not really extravagant as Spiderman or LOTR, it thrived on it's own unique theme of shabby and witty pirates. To make things further complicating, there were alot of negotiation.. Gees.. does the kids understand or are they just there to audience the thrilling actions?
Silly but I can't help thinking why must most block-busters like POTC and LOTR stop with trilogies. Anyhow, should there be a POTC 4, I'm very sure I won't give it a miss.
"Ooh.. Peanut!"
Friday, May 25, 2007
De one with Branded and It's Acceptance
Sunny and windy
When I was a little boy, my mummy asked if I would buy branded goods. Without hesitation, I replied very confidently that I wouldn't. Ironically, ended up being spoiled with satisfaction of un-resistable temptation to own something which costs heavily - I didn't manage to keep to what I said in the past.
To be frank, branded goods are really a gift from Gods in the eyes of many. Particularly, our teenagers. Of course, all thanks to Peer Pressure. What ever the majority has, we must have too! Kiasu ("scared of losing" in Hokkien)? Maybe..
In relevance to this, there was an instance during my JC days when I bought this Billabong bag which costs $98, so that I carry a bag that is able to look good hanging low and bump my butt whenever I walked with the backpack, just like what my peers did. What's more wasteful? I also owned an oversized Billabong stationary case, just like my peers too. Thinking back, it was really a waste of money!
Hang on a minute.. not very convinced that it's entirely due to peer pressure which leads to this obsession with branded goods right? There's another culprit, which later became a part of my examinated-area in economics and marketing at university level.
Perhaps, needless to say, we're all aware of it's presence, sadly, we didn't really know of it's terminology. It's the Snob Effect. We like to possess something to "show off" or extravagantly, make known to others about our wealth and status.
A very good example would be buying a VERTU phone. Yes, we can't deny that fact that the exclusive design and diamonds mounted on the exterior are alluringly desirable. However, come down from the clouds and be rational about the functions of the phone. Personally, I feel you're not paying for the functions but the glamor of Vertu.. and of course, the sight of your friends' eyes popping wide upon the awesome sight of those sparkling shimmers - it's priceless.
HA! I guess one hilarious fact was that it'd have been unsafe and impractical to be wearing our "actual" money notes and big name tags to tell who we are.
Don't believe me? Printed designs.. yes. But have anyone ever saw any designers clothes made of actual dollar notes?
For the rest, I believe it's an "inexcludable" under their image of luxury. In certain cases, it's true that branded goods are brought with intentions way beyond the all-time favourite "nominees" for the cause of branded-purchase (as mentioned above). Consumers may choose branded goods over cheaper alternatives, innocently due to our belief and trust upon the quality-credibility and durability. Take Fujitsu laptop. It's a Japanese-manufactured product (from the birthplace of high and infallible technology). Thus, being one of the most desirable brand in the lap-top arena.
Of course, there are the left-overs in the population who are in between all we've discussed. They make branded-purchases for populace and functions. Honestly, I believe alot of us fall into such category. Simply because there's no clear distinction between buying branded goods for it's quality or external influences.
Let's bring Apple's mp3 player, the Ipod, into discussion. The Ipod is superior attributed by it's design due to the famous sensor turn-wheel; it's "drag and add", "scroll and play" user-friendliness; and also, it's heart-capturing funky and successful advertising.
Not forgetting it's one of the earliest pioneer in selling a product that not only allows listening to songs but also doubling its function as an external drive for storing data.
Of course, for those who are vain, you might realise another useful function that the metallic surface of the back of an Ipod, could be used as a handy mirror. Hehe.
All these qualities of this light-weight portable gadget fulfills most, if not, all the possible reasons why we bought this expensive branded device.
I believe when surveyed, very few consumers would only mention one of the many causes as their sole reason to consider Ipod as an ideal mp3 (currently, supporting even mp4 files) player!
Well, let's converge our discussion. Just simply ask yourself a question. What's the first thing that surfaces in your mind whenever you're asked about "Branded"? Personally, I'd would consider Clothings!!
That's right. Fashion is undeniably a major icon whenever we talked about branded goods. Jay Chou attending a Golden award ceremony, would less likely be wearing a G2000 suit. Just like anybody attending a grand ceremony, we'll tend to desire putting on a handsome blazer from Zara for Him and let's see... maybe a dress for Hers from DKNY? Of course, that's if we have the purchasing power.
Limme present a personal experience... My parents spent nearly $600 to equipped me with a presentable suit from Domanchi for my secondary school graduation prom-night. Why presentable? Because it's unique, it's branded!
But then again, ever since then, it was a hussle to go clothes-hunting. There after, I never liked going for anymore prom nights. Yucks!
Dressing good lifts our self-confidence. It boost our charm and beauty tremendously too. Just like Cinderella, a dazzling ball gown transformed her totally as compared to a shabby maiden's dress right?
Apart from self-confidence, we yearned for the feeling of belonging. To be more exact, to feel accepted. By thyself or others? Well, most probably, we desired to be accepted by others.
In further discussion, I'd like to bring you to discovery of being able to identify ourselves with a certain group or some sort of psyche-comfort (some might argue it is the same as social status..well, I give it to you lah) through ownership or even just by having the same ideal and desire about certain branded goods. Hehe.
Referring back to the possession of Billabong stuff in JC, though silly, it felt good to be recognised with the JC student image. Ha! If ONLY I had realised my JC uniform and our way of speaking were enough to giveaway a JC student identity. Omg.
Well, branded goods are truly expensive. Some are worth buying. Some are really just a waste of money. Some are brought on impulse. Some are bought with hard-earned and long term saving.
Today, I supposed due to economic prosperity and culture variations, parents are more willing to splurge on their children. Omg! Good thing? well, kids are really fortunate. Look at kids nowadays, they are wearing Billabongs when the Y-generation only got to wear during JC and secondary level. Naive but true, it improves our economy through purchases.
Here comes the bad side. Firstly, it's a wastage of money. Secondly, it might be detriment to the up-bring of our present younger generation. They might think it's natural and okay to spend on branded.
Personally, I feel that it's really ruining the fashion industry. Ha. as in, any Tom, Dick or Harry (not Harry Potter oki.. he wears Hogwarts robe and sweaters for goodness..) are now wearing anything they like. Well... it's difficult but imagine. Imagine what if little girls in primary schools are already wearing jewellery from Tiffanys? Or lovers in secondary schools are increasingly exchanging gifts from Guess and LV??
Should such bizarre situation occurs, what prestige are there for adults? Maybe in Utopia or every adults are millionaires ba!
Alot would deem branded goods as acceptance. However, today, it's no longer the case. Grateful to advanced technology and increasing support for innovations and creativity, increasing young adults are contented with cheaper alternatives. Not forgetting, the black markets and shopping in Malaysia or Thailand. The emergence of JetStar has made it possible to travel!
Trends have also allow people to feel accepted even wearing non-branded goods. Some very good example is the "retro" craze. Marketing efforts by merchandise have also helped a great deal. The introduction of "Being true" champaign by Levis recently have made individualism as fashionable too.
Branded or not? To me, it's like I'm sitting on a balancing beam. If you need it, then make the purchase with consideration of your financial ability.
Branded or not? Nobody really cares unless you're mixing with friends who are superficial. Well...as advertised by the Heeren: "Don't let your clothes wear you, you wear your clothes". Of course, it doesn't have to be only subjected to clothes only. Your belongings and those IT gadgets too!
Branded or not? Mohan and I discussed and agreed before. It doesn't matter whether you own a pair of Levis or G-star jeans, nobody cares unless they have knowledge to differentiate it.
Any last words from me? wahaha! Judge yourself. Don't subject yourself to critics and those articles which teaches you want to wear or what to own. Of course, considering friendly advices wouldn't hurt. :D
When I was a little boy, my mummy asked if I would buy branded goods. Without hesitation, I replied very confidently that I wouldn't. Ironically, ended up being spoiled with satisfaction of un-resistable temptation to own something which costs heavily - I didn't manage to keep to what I said in the past.
To be frank, branded goods are really a gift from Gods in the eyes of many. Particularly, our teenagers. Of course, all thanks to Peer Pressure. What ever the majority has, we must have too! Kiasu ("scared of losing" in Hokkien)? Maybe..
In relevance to this, there was an instance during my JC days when I bought this Billabong bag which costs $98, so that I carry a bag that is able to look good hanging low and bump my butt whenever I walked with the backpack, just like what my peers did. What's more wasteful? I also owned an oversized Billabong stationary case, just like my peers too. Thinking back, it was really a waste of money!
Hang on a minute.. not very convinced that it's entirely due to peer pressure which leads to this obsession with branded goods right? There's another culprit, which later became a part of my examinated-area in economics and marketing at university level.
Perhaps, needless to say, we're all aware of it's presence, sadly, we didn't really know of it's terminology. It's the Snob Effect. We like to possess something to "show off" or extravagantly, make known to others about our wealth and status.
A very good example would be buying a VERTU phone. Yes, we can't deny that fact that the exclusive design and diamonds mounted on the exterior are alluringly desirable. However, come down from the clouds and be rational about the functions of the phone. Personally, I feel you're not paying for the functions but the glamor of Vertu.. and of course, the sight of your friends' eyes popping wide upon the awesome sight of those sparkling shimmers - it's priceless.
HA! I guess one hilarious fact was that it'd have been unsafe and impractical to be wearing our "actual" money notes and big name tags to tell who we are.
Don't believe me? Printed designs.. yes. But have anyone ever saw any designers clothes made of actual dollar notes?
For the rest, I believe it's an "inexcludable" under their image of luxury. In certain cases, it's true that branded goods are brought with intentions way beyond the all-time favourite "nominees" for the cause of branded-purchase (as mentioned above). Consumers may choose branded goods over cheaper alternatives, innocently due to our belief and trust upon the quality-credibility and durability. Take Fujitsu laptop. It's a Japanese-manufactured product (from the birthplace of high and infallible technology). Thus, being one of the most desirable brand in the lap-top arena.
Of course, there are the left-overs in the population who are in between all we've discussed. They make branded-purchases for populace and functions. Honestly, I believe alot of us fall into such category. Simply because there's no clear distinction between buying branded goods for it's quality or external influences.
Let's bring Apple's mp3 player, the Ipod, into discussion. The Ipod is superior attributed by it's design due to the famous sensor turn-wheel; it's "drag and add", "scroll and play" user-friendliness; and also, it's heart-capturing funky and successful advertising.
Not forgetting it's one of the earliest pioneer in selling a product that not only allows listening to songs but also doubling its function as an external drive for storing data.
Of course, for those who are vain, you might realise another useful function that the metallic surface of the back of an Ipod, could be used as a handy mirror. Hehe.
All these qualities of this light-weight portable gadget fulfills most, if not, all the possible reasons why we bought this expensive branded device.
I believe when surveyed, very few consumers would only mention one of the many causes as their sole reason to consider Ipod as an ideal mp3 (currently, supporting even mp4 files) player!
Well, let's converge our discussion. Just simply ask yourself a question. What's the first thing that surfaces in your mind whenever you're asked about "Branded"? Personally, I'd would consider Clothings!!
That's right. Fashion is undeniably a major icon whenever we talked about branded goods. Jay Chou attending a Golden award ceremony, would less likely be wearing a G2000 suit. Just like anybody attending a grand ceremony, we'll tend to desire putting on a handsome blazer from Zara for Him and let's see... maybe a dress for Hers from DKNY? Of course, that's if we have the purchasing power.
Limme present a personal experience... My parents spent nearly $600 to equipped me with a presentable suit from Domanchi for my secondary school graduation prom-night. Why presentable? Because it's unique, it's branded!
But then again, ever since then, it was a hussle to go clothes-hunting. There after, I never liked going for anymore prom nights. Yucks!
Dressing good lifts our self-confidence. It boost our charm and beauty tremendously too. Just like Cinderella, a dazzling ball gown transformed her totally as compared to a shabby maiden's dress right?
Apart from self-confidence, we yearned for the feeling of belonging. To be more exact, to feel accepted. By thyself or others? Well, most probably, we desired to be accepted by others.
In further discussion, I'd like to bring you to discovery of being able to identify ourselves with a certain group or some sort of psyche-comfort (some might argue it is the same as social status..well, I give it to you lah) through ownership or even just by having the same ideal and desire about certain branded goods. Hehe.
Referring back to the possession of Billabong stuff in JC, though silly, it felt good to be recognised with the JC student image. Ha! If ONLY I had realised my JC uniform and our way of speaking were enough to giveaway a JC student identity. Omg.
Well, branded goods are truly expensive. Some are worth buying. Some are really just a waste of money. Some are brought on impulse. Some are bought with hard-earned and long term saving.
Today, I supposed due to economic prosperity and culture variations, parents are more willing to splurge on their children. Omg! Good thing? well, kids are really fortunate. Look at kids nowadays, they are wearing Billabongs when the Y-generation only got to wear during JC and secondary level. Naive but true, it improves our economy through purchases.
Here comes the bad side. Firstly, it's a wastage of money. Secondly, it might be detriment to the up-bring of our present younger generation. They might think it's natural and okay to spend on branded.
Personally, I feel that it's really ruining the fashion industry. Ha. as in, any Tom, Dick or Harry (not Harry Potter oki.. he wears Hogwarts robe and sweaters for goodness..) are now wearing anything they like. Well... it's difficult but imagine. Imagine what if little girls in primary schools are already wearing jewellery from Tiffanys? Or lovers in secondary schools are increasingly exchanging gifts from Guess and LV??
Should such bizarre situation occurs, what prestige are there for adults? Maybe in Utopia or every adults are millionaires ba!
Alot would deem branded goods as acceptance. However, today, it's no longer the case. Grateful to advanced technology and increasing support for innovations and creativity, increasing young adults are contented with cheaper alternatives. Not forgetting, the black markets and shopping in Malaysia or Thailand. The emergence of JetStar has made it possible to travel!
Trends have also allow people to feel accepted even wearing non-branded goods. Some very good example is the "retro" craze. Marketing efforts by merchandise have also helped a great deal. The introduction of "Being true" champaign by Levis recently have made individualism as fashionable too.
Branded or not? To me, it's like I'm sitting on a balancing beam. If you need it, then make the purchase with consideration of your financial ability.
Branded or not? Nobody really cares unless you're mixing with friends who are superficial. Well...as advertised by the Heeren: "Don't let your clothes wear you, you wear your clothes". Of course, it doesn't have to be only subjected to clothes only. Your belongings and those IT gadgets too!
Branded or not? Mohan and I discussed and agreed before. It doesn't matter whether you own a pair of Levis or G-star jeans, nobody cares unless they have knowledge to differentiate it.
Any last words from me? wahaha! Judge yourself. Don't subject yourself to critics and those articles which teaches you want to wear or what to own. Of course, considering friendly advices wouldn't hurt. :D
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
De one with Ending Sem2
Rainy weather
Hi guys, wondering where have I gone to? No worries, Jason's back. Sorry it took me so long because the blog was having some technical problems. Furthermore, the examination battle and preparation suspended me from my "blogging" services since April.
Well.. nothing has changed. Except life's getting bored when it's supposed to be bleaching itself with the excitement and fun colors of countless post-exam cum holiday activities! Pondering why? well, guess it's mainly due to the dreadful change in my course of studies. From next semester onwards, I'll be doing part-time. What to do? it's a major change. Yup. Major change! Supposed Jason will be working!! OMG. Big change sicne I've not much working experience since my maturity.
Anyway, first things first. Here's a brief through Semester 2's examination situation. Apparently, what deemed to be exciting turned out rather disasterious as I guess I've tipped the scale between play and studies. Last semester was different. I wasn't attached.
My first weary battle was with JUST1023. Otherwise known as law. Or more exactly, Commercial Law. The assignment was a hell lot of simple yet demanding standards. Kinda disappointed when I only received a Credit. Sigh. :S
Anyway, the actual exam was really really difficult. There were alot of questions on "vitiating factors", addressing issues involving minor contracts, restraint of trade, illegality and the famous frustration. As usual, there were the "usual suspects": offer and acceptance, and torts with breach of contract. Sadly, my poor-time management caused me to forgo a 10-marks questions. Omg. It's a pity.
Exactly 8 days later, ECONS1025 Prices and markets exam commenced. Despite it was pretty relaxing as I've done these topics during JC and the fact that the examinable topics were within grasp, never did I expect myself to doubt certain simple areas which cause me alot of time pondering and questioning myself whether the nitty-gritty facts were right. Issues such as elasticity. Omg.
Again, time is the opposing enemy. Caused me to loss a 4-marks question undone.
*I wanna cry already*
Another paper which I thought I was confident turned out resigned to the same fate as the previous one. Business Statistics, the only module which comprises of most mathematical skills, left quite a distressing moment during examination. This arrived 3 days after my P&M paper. I got confused between Type I and II error and how to find p-value. Sigh sigh sigh. Thank goodness, I was brilliant to save myself by fishing clues from the MCQ questions to clarify my doubts. Phew..what a relieve!
The last paper was ACCT1063. It was my last, most worried and demoralising module. Not disappointing..it's demoralising. It was different from the post exam relieve feeling when I handed up my last examination scripts. Sigh. Management accounting. Apparently, I did managed to comprehend and did all that were required. All except one 10-mark question on budgeting. Sigh. I swore I've never seen this type of question. It was complex and quantitatively phrased. End up, I landed in a rush situation of typing my scripts (as I've used two answering booklets) and even failed to write the subject title and date. Sigh. Don't even know if I'll be penalised.
Sigh. I'd say, I wasn't as prepared as last semester. Perhaps I was too involved in my just-starting relationship. All in all, the actual opponent was time management itself. Haiz.. if I didn't managed to get 2HDs and 2Crs, there goes my BA with distinction.
Anyway, exams ended. I've been doing nothing but en ride a job hunt online. I'm even considering of moving out from my uncle's place back home so as to live in a luxury of freedom but household-chores-demanding place at home.
As ambitious I was before exam, now it'd only turned out to be clueless. Sigh. Exam period was always like this. One would realised he has so much he wants to do prior exam. Contradictingly, after exams one would discover there's nothing much at all.
This year's delightedly different...
I remembered being passionate about fixing the Mickey and Minnie mouses' wedding puzzle. This was particularly something special. I recall a year ago when I first saw this puzzle, which was only available in 1000 pieces with stain-glass effect, I wanted it very much. Unfortunately, it was sold-out by the time I offered to make my purchase. A year later, I managed to find it in stores again. Lucky lucky!
Anyway, we lack a board big enough to act as a base for the 73cm by 102 cm grand puzzle. Managed to locate it after varying trips to Ikea, Jigsaw puzzle world at Boonlay and even Thompson plaza. Ooo... just wait until I get my hands on the board.
Well..that's all for semester 2. Goodbye... :P
Hi guys, wondering where have I gone to? No worries, Jason's back. Sorry it took me so long because the blog was having some technical problems. Furthermore, the examination battle and preparation suspended me from my "blogging" services since April.
Well.. nothing has changed. Except life's getting bored when it's supposed to be bleaching itself with the excitement and fun colors of countless post-exam cum holiday activities! Pondering why? well, guess it's mainly due to the dreadful change in my course of studies. From next semester onwards, I'll be doing part-time. What to do? it's a major change. Yup. Major change! Supposed Jason will be working!! OMG. Big change sicne I've not much working experience since my maturity.
Anyway, first things first. Here's a brief through Semester 2's examination situation. Apparently, what deemed to be exciting turned out rather disasterious as I guess I've tipped the scale between play and studies. Last semester was different. I wasn't attached.
My first weary battle was with JUST1023. Otherwise known as law. Or more exactly, Commercial Law. The assignment was a hell lot of simple yet demanding standards. Kinda disappointed when I only received a Credit. Sigh. :S
Anyway, the actual exam was really really difficult. There were alot of questions on "vitiating factors", addressing issues involving minor contracts, restraint of trade, illegality and the famous frustration. As usual, there were the "usual suspects": offer and acceptance, and torts with breach of contract. Sadly, my poor-time management caused me to forgo a 10-marks questions. Omg. It's a pity.
Exactly 8 days later, ECONS1025 Prices and markets exam commenced. Despite it was pretty relaxing as I've done these topics during JC and the fact that the examinable topics were within grasp, never did I expect myself to doubt certain simple areas which cause me alot of time pondering and questioning myself whether the nitty-gritty facts were right. Issues such as elasticity. Omg.
Again, time is the opposing enemy. Caused me to loss a 4-marks question undone.
*I wanna cry already*
Another paper which I thought I was confident turned out resigned to the same fate as the previous one. Business Statistics, the only module which comprises of most mathematical skills, left quite a distressing moment during examination. This arrived 3 days after my P&M paper. I got confused between Type I and II error and how to find p-value. Sigh sigh sigh. Thank goodness, I was brilliant to save myself by fishing clues from the MCQ questions to clarify my doubts. Phew..what a relieve!
The last paper was ACCT1063. It was my last, most worried and demoralising module. Not disappointing..it's demoralising. It was different from the post exam relieve feeling when I handed up my last examination scripts. Sigh. Management accounting. Apparently, I did managed to comprehend and did all that were required. All except one 10-mark question on budgeting. Sigh. I swore I've never seen this type of question. It was complex and quantitatively phrased. End up, I landed in a rush situation of typing my scripts (as I've used two answering booklets) and even failed to write the subject title and date. Sigh. Don't even know if I'll be penalised.
Sigh. I'd say, I wasn't as prepared as last semester. Perhaps I was too involved in my just-starting relationship. All in all, the actual opponent was time management itself. Haiz.. if I didn't managed to get 2HDs and 2Crs, there goes my BA with distinction.
Anyway, exams ended. I've been doing nothing but en ride a job hunt online. I'm even considering of moving out from my uncle's place back home so as to live in a luxury of freedom but household-chores-demanding place at home.
As ambitious I was before exam, now it'd only turned out to be clueless. Sigh. Exam period was always like this. One would realised he has so much he wants to do prior exam. Contradictingly, after exams one would discover there's nothing much at all.
This year's delightedly different...
I remembered being passionate about fixing the Mickey and Minnie mouses' wedding puzzle. This was particularly something special. I recall a year ago when I first saw this puzzle, which was only available in 1000 pieces with stain-glass effect, I wanted it very much. Unfortunately, it was sold-out by the time I offered to make my purchase. A year later, I managed to find it in stores again. Lucky lucky!
Anyway, we lack a board big enough to act as a base for the 73cm by 102 cm grand puzzle. Managed to locate it after varying trips to Ikea, Jigsaw puzzle world at Boonlay and even Thompson plaza. Ooo... just wait until I get my hands on the board.
Well..that's all for semester 2. Goodbye... :P
Friday, April 13, 2007
De one with Food, Food, Food!
Predictable rain and sunny skies
Ever since young, I was very fussy with food. Wanna know why? Well, firstly it's partly because of the fact that I was brought up a spoiled-kid. Secondly, my mummy was to be blamed since she didn't cultivate me by exposing me to alot of food when she was expecting me.
Haha. Well.. the second reason is merely a superstitious opinion.
Regarding my eating habits during the young, couldn't really remember much personally. Apart, the most significant types of food I could remember were curry puffs and those green-pandan waffles (those which are getting popular recently) which I recognised as qi-air qi-air ("green green" in Hokkien) since it was green in color.
Not long after, the fast-food nations have already caught up. As a matter of fact, this is even so today. Fast-food... which never spare any chances from earning the delights of children and the cash inflow from their parent's pockets. For some poor kids, it actually burnt their pockets!
Needless to say the main "culprit" from McDonalds was "Happy meal". It's simply a MUST TRY for every kid alive, with those "tempting" and "irresistable" cute toys with accompanied the meal. Not forgetting, the bubbly, thirst-crunching coke/7-up and the "eat me, eat me!" chicken nuggets and "you sure you don't want to eat me" French-fries! Well.. erhum.. I fell prey to it, don't you deny you did.
Besides Mcdonald, I remember, there was a magical time when I had this delightful breakfast at Burger Kings with my mummy at a building in Shenton-Way, while we were waiting for my daddy occupied with his dental appointment. It was lovely!
Not forgetting the root-beer from A&Ws!!
Later, during my primary school days, the food I took regularly were those which I was exposed to in the canteen. I supposed it's applicable to majority of us. Of course, when I say "us", it refers to people around my era. Hehe. No offence but kids nowadays are rreeeaally even more fortunate than us back then. I wonder do they still bring home-packed food, contained in those plastic containers which those cute cartoons printed on it.
Oki, let's not divert from the blog... Oh, ya! Canteen food. Well, wanna know what I had back then?
HERE WE GO!! My 2nd runner-up.. *drum roll* this 20 cents salty crackers. It in long packets and in it, filled with shapes of many animals. I don't really have collects of what it was called. But it was really really "heavenly".
And now, the runner-up....... *drum roll with cymbal clash*.. It's 30 cents fried egg!! I remember I love eating this during my primary school until one incident, the smelly smelly yolk dripped onto my bag, leaving a mingling stench. Omg. Yuck!
*Fanfare* The best of best was the 40 cents noodles in soup. I remember putting alot of chili in it.. and the guys will challenge who could take the spiciest! Foolish brats.
Beverages and fruits? I discovered my liking for orange drink when I was in Primary school. Also, watermelon was my favourite fruit back then. At 20 cents per plate, it's really delicious when the auntie sprinkled plum powder on it. Unusual right? Paradoxically, it's yummy yummy!
The variety of food diversified during secondary school. Well, let's see... I tried alot more food as my confidence to "experiment" developed with initial stage of adolescence. Ever since Sec 1, I found myself patronising the chinese mix-vegetable rice store the most. There were ocassional visit to chicken chop store.
Of course, my liking for orange soda continued to rule my taste-bud for drinks. The aunty who was the drink-seller knew me so well that she will present me a cup of orange soda everytime I approached the store. Haha. Fruits? nah... hardly have time for that.
Oh barger.. pity old orange soda was knocked off my "bill-board" chart for beverage when the emergence of green tea occurred during my JC days. Ouch! Couldn't help it...being health-cautious was another factor which support the change of preference.
Blame it on me being traditional or conservative in my eating habits. My liking for chinese mix-vegetable sticked with me throughout the two years. With exceptional alternatives to eat chicken chop with fried rice and burger when I'm too lazy to compete with a overcrowded canteen.
"For your private and leisure-reading. None of this entry which follows is by any means, strictly an innocent passing-statement, not intended to conflict, defame or inimically misrepresent the military defence"
Then.. NS changed my taste bud completely. Any food tasted heavenly when I was "captured" or "retained" in Tekong. *Sobz* Oh! For any mothers who are worried for their pre-enlisting sons. Need not worry lah. Army food are much better than it used to be, even when compared to 12 months ago! Ironically, alot of enlistees put on weight despite perceived that they would lose weight with all those strenuous training.
It's worth mentioning, the SFI is providing serviceman with really good food. The premier of all would be the Western.
After being being "retrenched" from NS, my eating habits change pretty frequently, it will remain domain for a period of time until it's taken over by another craze. Inevitaby, the eating place changed along too. Eating at restaurant became common. My favourite restaurant is Swensons. It was the first and an annually-visited restaurant where my birthday would be celebrated with the memorable "firehouse" - the alternative to birthday cake.
Having disclosed my favourite restaurant, I should move on to reveal my life-time favourite dish. Due to my frequent family vacations to Australia, since Fish N Chips was found everywhere.. it was unknowingly adopted as my favourite dish!
Pragmatically, I don't eat Fish N Chips for every meal just because I love it. There are others which I eat as well.. In the gradual accumulated 21 years, the "theory of food against different places and purposes" was developed.
The simple and easy.......
For zhi-cha (outdoor family food), I love hotplate "deer" meat; BBQ Stingray; "baby Kailan".
At hawker centres, I will choose Cha Hokkien (prawn) Mee (which I won't eat the prawn and sotong); Minced Pork noodles (which I won't eat the pork meat); mix-vegetable rice.
At food court, the first dish I will look at will be Japanese food or Korean food. Alternatively, I will try Fishball noodles.
The next range......
Fastfood. My all time favourite is Mos Burger. It was rank #1 until my encounter with Subway in 2006. Oops.
Mac Donalds are so "army". BK is good, I only eat their chicken sandwich, nothing else! Carl's Junior (suffer like hell since I've a small mouth).
The High end.....
When it comes to Western food, I won't mind Cafe Cartel, TCC, Fish n Co, Breeks.
Others, I would eat at selected places for specific variety of food...
For Japanese, I like Sakae (Mohan, too bad you don't eat Japanese food); For Thai, I love Thai Express; Pasta, go Pasta-mania.
I don't really have a taste-bud for dessert. Surprisingly, in 2003, I developed a craze for cheese-cake ever since I watched Initial D movie. Not any cheese cake wor.. only New York cheese cake (those plain type).
Love chilling out at cafes like TCC, Starbucks and Coffee bean (because of you, Honey).
Did I mention BBQ and Seoul garden? Those are strictly for entertainment purposes when I'm out with a large group of people. Hehe.
Well well.. looks like your drool's gonna drip onto the flood! *just kidding*
Oki oki.. that's all for now! ;p
Ever since young, I was very fussy with food. Wanna know why? Well, firstly it's partly because of the fact that I was brought up a spoiled-kid. Secondly, my mummy was to be blamed since she didn't cultivate me by exposing me to alot of food when she was expecting me.
Haha. Well.. the second reason is merely a superstitious opinion.
Regarding my eating habits during the young, couldn't really remember much personally. Apart, the most significant types of food I could remember were curry puffs and those green-pandan waffles (those which are getting popular recently) which I recognised as qi-air qi-air ("green green" in Hokkien) since it was green in color.
Not long after, the fast-food nations have already caught up. As a matter of fact, this is even so today. Fast-food... which never spare any chances from earning the delights of children and the cash inflow from their parent's pockets. For some poor kids, it actually burnt their pockets!
Needless to say the main "culprit" from McDonalds was "Happy meal". It's simply a MUST TRY for every kid alive, with those "tempting" and "irresistable" cute toys with accompanied the meal. Not forgetting, the bubbly, thirst-crunching coke/7-up and the "eat me, eat me!" chicken nuggets and "you sure you don't want to eat me" French-fries! Well.. erhum.. I fell prey to it, don't you deny you did.
Besides Mcdonald, I remember, there was a magical time when I had this delightful breakfast at Burger Kings with my mummy at a building in Shenton-Way, while we were waiting for my daddy occupied with his dental appointment. It was lovely!
Not forgetting the root-beer from A&Ws!!
Later, during my primary school days, the food I took regularly were those which I was exposed to in the canteen. I supposed it's applicable to majority of us. Of course, when I say "us", it refers to people around my era. Hehe. No offence but kids nowadays are rreeeaally even more fortunate than us back then. I wonder do they still bring home-packed food, contained in those plastic containers which those cute cartoons printed on it.
Oki, let's not divert from the blog... Oh, ya! Canteen food. Well, wanna know what I had back then?
HERE WE GO!! My 2nd runner-up.. *drum roll* this 20 cents salty crackers. It in long packets and in it, filled with shapes of many animals. I don't really have collects of what it was called. But it was really really "heavenly".
And now, the runner-up....... *drum roll with cymbal clash*.. It's 30 cents fried egg!! I remember I love eating this during my primary school until one incident, the smelly smelly yolk dripped onto my bag, leaving a mingling stench. Omg. Yuck!
*Fanfare* The best of best was the 40 cents noodles in soup. I remember putting alot of chili in it.. and the guys will challenge who could take the spiciest! Foolish brats.
Beverages and fruits? I discovered my liking for orange drink when I was in Primary school. Also, watermelon was my favourite fruit back then. At 20 cents per plate, it's really delicious when the auntie sprinkled plum powder on it. Unusual right? Paradoxically, it's yummy yummy!
The variety of food diversified during secondary school. Well, let's see... I tried alot more food as my confidence to "experiment" developed with initial stage of adolescence. Ever since Sec 1, I found myself patronising the chinese mix-vegetable rice store the most. There were ocassional visit to chicken chop store.
Of course, my liking for orange soda continued to rule my taste-bud for drinks. The aunty who was the drink-seller knew me so well that she will present me a cup of orange soda everytime I approached the store. Haha. Fruits? nah... hardly have time for that.
Oh barger.. pity old orange soda was knocked off my "bill-board" chart for beverage when the emergence of green tea occurred during my JC days. Ouch! Couldn't help it...being health-cautious was another factor which support the change of preference.
Blame it on me being traditional or conservative in my eating habits. My liking for chinese mix-vegetable sticked with me throughout the two years. With exceptional alternatives to eat chicken chop with fried rice and burger when I'm too lazy to compete with a overcrowded canteen.
"For your private and leisure-reading. None of this entry which follows is by any means, strictly an innocent passing-statement, not intended to conflict, defame or inimically misrepresent the military defence"
Then.. NS changed my taste bud completely. Any food tasted heavenly when I was "captured" or "retained" in Tekong. *Sobz* Oh! For any mothers who are worried for their pre-enlisting sons. Need not worry lah. Army food are much better than it used to be, even when compared to 12 months ago! Ironically, alot of enlistees put on weight despite perceived that they would lose weight with all those strenuous training.
It's worth mentioning, the SFI is providing serviceman with really good food. The premier of all would be the Western.
After being being "retrenched" from NS, my eating habits change pretty frequently, it will remain domain for a period of time until it's taken over by another craze. Inevitaby, the eating place changed along too. Eating at restaurant became common. My favourite restaurant is Swensons. It was the first and an annually-visited restaurant where my birthday would be celebrated with the memorable "firehouse" - the alternative to birthday cake.
Having disclosed my favourite restaurant, I should move on to reveal my life-time favourite dish. Due to my frequent family vacations to Australia, since Fish N Chips was found everywhere.. it was unknowingly adopted as my favourite dish!
Pragmatically, I don't eat Fish N Chips for every meal just because I love it. There are others which I eat as well.. In the gradual accumulated 21 years, the "theory of food against different places and purposes" was developed.
The simple and easy.......
For zhi-cha (outdoor family food), I love hotplate "deer" meat; BBQ Stingray; "baby Kailan".
At hawker centres, I will choose Cha Hokkien (prawn) Mee (which I won't eat the prawn and sotong); Minced Pork noodles (which I won't eat the pork meat); mix-vegetable rice.
At food court, the first dish I will look at will be Japanese food or Korean food. Alternatively, I will try Fishball noodles.
The next range......
Fastfood. My all time favourite is Mos Burger. It was rank #1 until my encounter with Subway in 2006. Oops.
Mac Donalds are so "army". BK is good, I only eat their chicken sandwich, nothing else! Carl's Junior (suffer like hell since I've a small mouth).
The High end.....
When it comes to Western food, I won't mind Cafe Cartel, TCC, Fish n Co, Breeks.
Others, I would eat at selected places for specific variety of food...
For Japanese, I like Sakae (Mohan, too bad you don't eat Japanese food); For Thai, I love Thai Express; Pasta, go Pasta-mania.
I don't really have a taste-bud for dessert. Surprisingly, in 2003, I developed a craze for cheese-cake ever since I watched Initial D movie. Not any cheese cake wor.. only New York cheese cake (those plain type).
Love chilling out at cafes like TCC, Starbucks and Coffee bean (because of you, Honey).
Did I mention BBQ and Seoul garden? Those are strictly for entertainment purposes when I'm out with a large group of people. Hehe.
Well well.. looks like your drool's gonna drip onto the flood! *just kidding*
Oki oki.. that's all for now! ;p
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
De one with Honeymood Getaway
Love-ly
Thursday 12:03 pm, Changi Airport T1, Singapore
My cab arrived to meet up with Honey. In the end, had to wait for a friend named Alderic, who would be joining us on our trip to Taipei. Since it was still early after check in, we decided to spend the time having lunch at this fried chicken store. Geez sorry.. can't really remember the exact name of the store. Honey feedback that the chicken taste better than KFC's. Well.. I thought what was interesting was the biscuit bread. It's really like a pastry bread. Both of us thought the fish was not very nice as everything fell apart when you bite into it.
Before we know it, we were involved in a neck-rush, trying to inform Mindef about our overseas trip. Hell.. it was unexpected. With that, all our initial plans to shop for a puzzle book and order a cup of coffee in the departure holding area were blown. As we were only left with 5 minutes before the flight took off. Sigh.
Thursday 06:40 pm, Taipei Airport, Taiwan
Our Jetstar plane touched down at our destination after 4 hours of boredom. We did "combat" our boredom, by arguing over our arrival time at Taipei.
Well, everything happened pretty fast after alighting from the plane. Before we know it, we were already on "Fly-Dog" coach which took us to our drop off near where our hotel was located. The coach bus was pretty cool. They provide a mini TV screen for every passengers and guess what? The speakers were attached to the neck-rest, extending to be positioned near your ears. Unfortunately, mine was too loud despite me turning it to the lowest volume. Diaoz..
The trip was enjoyable until the coach approached the city. That's when the three of us, cluelessly, in search of familiar roads stated on our maps, desperately locating the right stop to alight.
Eventually, we managed to get to our lodging after some cutting through the streets and an unexpected help from a friendly local. My first impression? It wasn't a hotel. It was a motel. A love motel (to be exact, as stated by Ric and Honey). It's outer appearance looked like those one can spot in Geyland. Ha!
For near hundred per night, our accommodation was splendid! All thanks to my brilliant Honey. Both of us loved the spacious bathroom. It stretches half the size of a typical HDB flat room.. black marbled tiled, consisting of a semi fish-bowl alike washing basin, a glass paneled shower room and a luxurious Jacuzzi (Erm.. We were abit envious of the bigger, oriental Jacuzzi tub in Ric's room). Omg. Our jaw dropped on our first step-in Room 1011!
Via train, we headed down to our first place in Taipei - ShiLin, after much unpacking, showering and admiration of our room. There, Honey got so excited.. for a moment, I thought I was neglected and left behind. ShiLin or commonly known as ShiLin Ye-shi is a very popular place with the tourist and their locals. The layout had alot of resemblance to our Bugis Street (or should I say the other way round). In fact, I would opinion it to be some place similar between shop-houses of shopping centre and our Pasar-malem.
Of course, we tried alot of food. Ric said, don't think the food's fattening and it would deposit in our body. True.. we ate alot of street-food, ranging from some of the more famous MUST-TRY food like their Fried chicken chop, tomatoes with plum-inserted, strawberries with milk syrup... to some amazing discovery like Chou Dou Fu (ie Smelly Tofu) in soup...to some food which are more tradition like egg-waffles, seafood-fin soup and glutinuous rice. That's alot right? Omg.
Honey was looking for exclusive and pretty jeans. Thus, we spent a long time, walking through the maze of complicating streets shops. In the end, we managed to spot one which we liked and purchased a couple jeans. Sadly, I fell trap to a cheat, who sold me a jeans with waistline that require negligible effort to have the entire jeans pulled down my waist.
It was until 1 pm plus which sent us taking a cab where we had a chat with this friendly driver, who talked with a typical Taiwanese local accent. Amusing, I suffered a bit of culture shock. I'm actually in a place where people converse Hokkien as one of their main language and it didn't sound vulgar. Unlike those in Singaporean-spoken Hokkien which sound more vulgar. Oops!
Friday 08:30 am, Everspring hotel, Taipei
After barely 5 hours of inadequate sleep, Honey and I dragged ourselves to have our complimentary breakfast at this Dante's Cafe. It was good. Honey was thrilled with the smoked chicken and ham sandwich.
Happily filled, we headed to Taiwan's most current attraction - Taipei 101. This magnificent building was deemed the pride of the Taiwanese. In which contained approximately 5 storeys of branded shops and near hundred storeys of offices. Since the shopping area only open for business at 11 am, Honey and I took a trip up to the 101th storey where we witness the spectacular view of Taipei in full 4 directions. We even paid for our picture to be taken, our first picture together eh! So proud of it. It comes with a 4R photo, nice back-drop and this certificate which CERTIFIES your visit to Taipei 101. Hehe. To have it more meaningful, both of us own a copy and had it bared our wonderful signatures on it!! Wahaha
Time really passed by fast. It was past noon when we descended via the high speed lift down 101 storeys and scrumbled for an eating place since everywhere were so packed with people. Geez. End up, we had an affordably cheap Japanese curry rice. After lunch, we went shopping again.. I enjoyed it alot. It was heavenly!
Friday 19:00 hrs, leaving Zhi Shan station, Taipei
Came evening, we came out with Ric, to Ximen Ding to have dinner before continuing our mission. Of course, shopping spree resumed after having completing 3/4 of our mission at XimenDing before we call it a day.
Saturday 09:46 am, turning cold in Taipei
Honey and I headed down to a temple at Yuan Shan. In it held stunning statues. First thing we did here was to queue to pray under this enormous floating lantern. Before proceeding to pay our worship to the other gods housed within.
In hope of visiting another street shopping area, we decided to head for Zhong Xiao Dun Hua area where more shopping was possible. Honey was eager to hunt for more jeans, so we embarked on our roam through all the shopping complexes we could set foot into.
Came late afternoon, we met up with Ric and his local friend, Jet. It didn't take us very long before we went on a pursue for satisfying jackets and sweaters to keep us warm in the turning-cold weather. My intuition in the morning was right. Honey didn't allow me to bring my jacket out. I predicted we will need it later.
After two visits to different shops, Honey found a pleasant blue Adidas sweater, which happened to be the last piece of the smallest size. End up, Honey wanted me to wear. I refused. We didn't wear the available sweater at all.
All thanks to Jeff, we managed to complete our mission in Taipei. That was when I bought a perfect White Nike sweater before we found this restaurant to have steamboat for dinner. At first, I was frustrated since the newly bought sweater was kinda small on me. Wanted to have it changed but unfortunately, they only had S and L sizes. They could import from other cities. Sadly, it would require a few days. By then we'd had left Taipei. Left with no choice, I made do with the current S, which kinda fit me afterall. Honey commented that I was being too much a perfectionist.
What occurred later was really unexpected. Our honeymoon took a down-swing. During conversation over dinner, certain responses were wrongly communicated, strife arise between Honey and me. I admit I was throwing tantrum. Honey even mentioned "I really feel like slapping you". Ouch!
Of course, what goes up, must come down. Our tempers were no exception. We calmed the issue and reconcile back in the hotel. Pity thing we forgone our last night shopping that night. *sorry Hon*
Sunday 09:45 am, Changchun Road, Taipei
Was it the cold atmosphere or the fact that it was the last day before I head back to Singapore (as I have lecture the next day), both of us were very quiet. I was thinking, perhaps the solemn between us, was because we were overwhelmed by our pride that we didn't want to communicate us can't bearing to part or might be because, the excitement of being overseas has faded with increased familiarisation with the limiting places of interest in Taipei.
We had our last complimentary breakfast at the same place. Only differences for our agenda were having shopped at Zhong Xiao Fuxing, ate dim sum for lunch and a long trip to the airport.
Sunday 06:53 pm, departure for Singapore, Taipei Airport
Not forgetting our last dinner together in Taipei at Burger King. Both of us were stunned. As if we were in Australia, no packet chili sauce were to be found despite them serving Spicy Chicken Burger in their menu. Funny.
The moment when I was leaving for the immigration area was extremely unforgettable. I fought so hard to contain my tears profusely-gathering in my eyes and the immense reluctance to leave.. Sigh.. As if the situation wasn't worse enough, a noisy commotion between two groups of Hongkongers at the queue broke out. Reason being one party was trying to cut queue.
Gosh.. at that moment I felt very unprotected that my effortless composure was crumpling. You know.. being all alone in the mess where a situation was going on and you have no accompany by your side.
The tension and lonely pressure were just too overwhelming. My mind could only concerned how much I really love Honey... that I would miss my sweetheart terribly. All I could remember was my brain kept screaming how much I didn't want to leave and struggling to hold back my out-flowing tears.
No wonder I never let my parents or friends send me off at the airport ever since army overseas trip. Perhaps, I was using the excuse for independence so I didn't have to deal with the painstaking torture of having to cope with parting with someone I really really love so dearly. Gosh.. it hurts so much to separate with my loved ones...
:: Honey, having came back to Singapore, you are always on my mind.. I miss you so much.. certainly, the tears speaks endless depth of my ever growing love for you. I didn't have the time at Taipei Airport, expressing how touch and appreciative I am, by what you have been doing for me.. accompanying me on my long journey to the airport and even send me off till the gates of the immigration area.
Hope you'll enjoy your trip in HK. I'll be waiting for your safe and soon return. Thank you for your assurance in your sms. I love ya more than words can say... Well.. right now.. I just miss you so much...
Thursday 12:03 pm, Changi Airport T1, Singapore
My cab arrived to meet up with Honey. In the end, had to wait for a friend named Alderic, who would be joining us on our trip to Taipei. Since it was still early after check in, we decided to spend the time having lunch at this fried chicken store. Geez sorry.. can't really remember the exact name of the store. Honey feedback that the chicken taste better than KFC's. Well.. I thought what was interesting was the biscuit bread. It's really like a pastry bread. Both of us thought the fish was not very nice as everything fell apart when you bite into it.
Before we know it, we were involved in a neck-rush, trying to inform Mindef about our overseas trip. Hell.. it was unexpected. With that, all our initial plans to shop for a puzzle book and order a cup of coffee in the departure holding area were blown. As we were only left with 5 minutes before the flight took off. Sigh.
Thursday 06:40 pm, Taipei Airport, Taiwan
Our Jetstar plane touched down at our destination after 4 hours of boredom. We did "combat" our boredom, by arguing over our arrival time at Taipei.
Well, everything happened pretty fast after alighting from the plane. Before we know it, we were already on "Fly-Dog" coach which took us to our drop off near where our hotel was located. The coach bus was pretty cool. They provide a mini TV screen for every passengers and guess what? The speakers were attached to the neck-rest, extending to be positioned near your ears. Unfortunately, mine was too loud despite me turning it to the lowest volume. Diaoz..
The trip was enjoyable until the coach approached the city. That's when the three of us, cluelessly, in search of familiar roads stated on our maps, desperately locating the right stop to alight.
Eventually, we managed to get to our lodging after some cutting through the streets and an unexpected help from a friendly local. My first impression? It wasn't a hotel. It was a motel. A love motel (to be exact, as stated by Ric and Honey). It's outer appearance looked like those one can spot in Geyland. Ha!
For near hundred per night, our accommodation was splendid! All thanks to my brilliant Honey. Both of us loved the spacious bathroom. It stretches half the size of a typical HDB flat room.. black marbled tiled, consisting of a semi fish-bowl alike washing basin, a glass paneled shower room and a luxurious Jacuzzi (Erm.. We were abit envious of the bigger, oriental Jacuzzi tub in Ric's room). Omg. Our jaw dropped on our first step-in Room 1011!
Via train, we headed down to our first place in Taipei - ShiLin, after much unpacking, showering and admiration of our room. There, Honey got so excited.. for a moment, I thought I was neglected and left behind. ShiLin or commonly known as ShiLin Ye-shi is a very popular place with the tourist and their locals. The layout had alot of resemblance to our Bugis Street (or should I say the other way round). In fact, I would opinion it to be some place similar between shop-houses of shopping centre and our Pasar-malem.
Of course, we tried alot of food. Ric said, don't think the food's fattening and it would deposit in our body. True.. we ate alot of street-food, ranging from some of the more famous MUST-TRY food like their Fried chicken chop, tomatoes with plum-inserted, strawberries with milk syrup... to some amazing discovery like Chou Dou Fu (ie Smelly Tofu) in soup...to some food which are more tradition like egg-waffles, seafood-fin soup and glutinuous rice. That's alot right? Omg.
Honey was looking for exclusive and pretty jeans. Thus, we spent a long time, walking through the maze of complicating streets shops. In the end, we managed to spot one which we liked and purchased a couple jeans. Sadly, I fell trap to a cheat, who sold me a jeans with waistline that require negligible effort to have the entire jeans pulled down my waist.
It was until 1 pm plus which sent us taking a cab where we had a chat with this friendly driver, who talked with a typical Taiwanese local accent. Amusing, I suffered a bit of culture shock. I'm actually in a place where people converse Hokkien as one of their main language and it didn't sound vulgar. Unlike those in Singaporean-spoken Hokkien which sound more vulgar. Oops!
Friday 08:30 am, Everspring hotel, Taipei
After barely 5 hours of inadequate sleep, Honey and I dragged ourselves to have our complimentary breakfast at this Dante's Cafe. It was good. Honey was thrilled with the smoked chicken and ham sandwich.
Happily filled, we headed to Taiwan's most current attraction - Taipei 101. This magnificent building was deemed the pride of the Taiwanese. In which contained approximately 5 storeys of branded shops and near hundred storeys of offices. Since the shopping area only open for business at 11 am, Honey and I took a trip up to the 101th storey where we witness the spectacular view of Taipei in full 4 directions. We even paid for our picture to be taken, our first picture together eh! So proud of it. It comes with a 4R photo, nice back-drop and this certificate which CERTIFIES your visit to Taipei 101. Hehe. To have it more meaningful, both of us own a copy and had it bared our wonderful signatures on it!! Wahaha
Time really passed by fast. It was past noon when we descended via the high speed lift down 101 storeys and scrumbled for an eating place since everywhere were so packed with people. Geez. End up, we had an affordably cheap Japanese curry rice. After lunch, we went shopping again.. I enjoyed it alot. It was heavenly!
Friday 19:00 hrs, leaving Zhi Shan station, Taipei
Came evening, we came out with Ric, to Ximen Ding to have dinner before continuing our mission. Of course, shopping spree resumed after having completing 3/4 of our mission at XimenDing before we call it a day.
Saturday 09:46 am, turning cold in Taipei
Honey and I headed down to a temple at Yuan Shan. In it held stunning statues. First thing we did here was to queue to pray under this enormous floating lantern. Before proceeding to pay our worship to the other gods housed within.
In hope of visiting another street shopping area, we decided to head for Zhong Xiao Dun Hua area where more shopping was possible. Honey was eager to hunt for more jeans, so we embarked on our roam through all the shopping complexes we could set foot into.
Came late afternoon, we met up with Ric and his local friend, Jet. It didn't take us very long before we went on a pursue for satisfying jackets and sweaters to keep us warm in the turning-cold weather. My intuition in the morning was right. Honey didn't allow me to bring my jacket out. I predicted we will need it later.
After two visits to different shops, Honey found a pleasant blue Adidas sweater, which happened to be the last piece of the smallest size. End up, Honey wanted me to wear. I refused. We didn't wear the available sweater at all.
All thanks to Jeff, we managed to complete our mission in Taipei. That was when I bought a perfect White Nike sweater before we found this restaurant to have steamboat for dinner. At first, I was frustrated since the newly bought sweater was kinda small on me. Wanted to have it changed but unfortunately, they only had S and L sizes. They could import from other cities. Sadly, it would require a few days. By then we'd had left Taipei. Left with no choice, I made do with the current S, which kinda fit me afterall. Honey commented that I was being too much a perfectionist.
What occurred later was really unexpected. Our honeymoon took a down-swing. During conversation over dinner, certain responses were wrongly communicated, strife arise between Honey and me. I admit I was throwing tantrum. Honey even mentioned "I really feel like slapping you". Ouch!
Of course, what goes up, must come down. Our tempers were no exception. We calmed the issue and reconcile back in the hotel. Pity thing we forgone our last night shopping that night. *sorry Hon*
Sunday 09:45 am, Changchun Road, Taipei
Was it the cold atmosphere or the fact that it was the last day before I head back to Singapore (as I have lecture the next day), both of us were very quiet. I was thinking, perhaps the solemn between us, was because we were overwhelmed by our pride that we didn't want to communicate us can't bearing to part or might be because, the excitement of being overseas has faded with increased familiarisation with the limiting places of interest in Taipei.
We had our last complimentary breakfast at the same place. Only differences for our agenda were having shopped at Zhong Xiao Fuxing, ate dim sum for lunch and a long trip to the airport.
Sunday 06:53 pm, departure for Singapore, Taipei Airport
Not forgetting our last dinner together in Taipei at Burger King. Both of us were stunned. As if we were in Australia, no packet chili sauce were to be found despite them serving Spicy Chicken Burger in their menu. Funny.
The moment when I was leaving for the immigration area was extremely unforgettable. I fought so hard to contain my tears profusely-gathering in my eyes and the immense reluctance to leave.. Sigh.. As if the situation wasn't worse enough, a noisy commotion between two groups of Hongkongers at the queue broke out. Reason being one party was trying to cut queue.
Gosh.. at that moment I felt very unprotected that my effortless composure was crumpling. You know.. being all alone in the mess where a situation was going on and you have no accompany by your side.
The tension and lonely pressure were just too overwhelming. My mind could only concerned how much I really love Honey... that I would miss my sweetheart terribly. All I could remember was my brain kept screaming how much I didn't want to leave and struggling to hold back my out-flowing tears.
No wonder I never let my parents or friends send me off at the airport ever since army overseas trip. Perhaps, I was using the excuse for independence so I didn't have to deal with the painstaking torture of having to cope with parting with someone I really really love so dearly. Gosh.. it hurts so much to separate with my loved ones...
:: Honey, having came back to Singapore, you are always on my mind.. I miss you so much.. certainly, the tears speaks endless depth of my ever growing love for you. I didn't have the time at Taipei Airport, expressing how touch and appreciative I am, by what you have been doing for me.. accompanying me on my long journey to the airport and even send me off till the gates of the immigration area.
Hope you'll enjoy your trip in HK. I'll be waiting for your safe and soon return. Thank you for your assurance in your sms. I love ya more than words can say... Well.. right now.. I just miss you so much...
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