SettLing Down
One thing I do not understand is, why cLose friends of mine, they beLieve that I have the highest probabiLity of getting tied down the earLiest amongst aLL.
Somehow peopLe misjudge my character with my LifestyLe. They do not have a direct reLationship with each other. Outgoing does not mean one-night stands or a shotgun marriage ending.
But of course, I have aLways dreamt of a son.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Some Things Never Change
This is wat happens when u have Guoann around, in this case, a broken mug at Yongren's pLace watching Euro 2008. Yes, his middLe name is cLumsy.
This is the perfect thirst-quencher at the AMK Ave 10 hawker since my secondary schooL days.
Before.
After.
This is wat u get from typicaL Singaporeans whenever a saLe is on.
Somehow, year after year, some things juz never change
This is wat happens when u have Guoann around, in this case, a broken mug at Yongren's pLace watching Euro 2008. Yes, his middLe name is cLumsy.
This is the perfect thirst-quencher at the AMK Ave 10 hawker since my secondary schooL days.
Before.
After.
This is wat u get from typicaL Singaporeans whenever a saLe is on.
Somehow, year after year, some things juz never change
Saturday, June 14, 2008
The Singing Neighbour
For years since I was LittLe, I have grown pretty used to hearing this man Living above my house sing, yet not knowing how he reaLLy Looked Like, and I din reaLLy bother to find out anyway.
Last evening, the guys were Leaving for home after the usuaL footbaLL session. Four of us decided to haiL a cab home to chase time for the EURO Cup match Later on. InitiaLLy we saw a cab with bLue top (signifying vacancy) from a distance at the traffic Light. It must come to us, I thought. Then as the traffice Light turns green, a hand comes waving right in front of our dear eyes, and the cab stopped for that hand.
NaturaLLy me, I cursed and swear LoudLy.
So we spent the next coupLe of minutes waiting for another. It came.
This taxi driver, he is pretty cautious. He requested niceLy for our front passenger, Daren, to put on the seatbeLt for he does not want Daren to pay for unecessary action. And so we started a conversation. He was asking which part of the street we are going to coz he stays at the same area.
And we asked him which street.
"61."
Then we asked him which bLock.
"692."
Wah, cant be that coincidentaL. I asked if his door is number 140.
"Yes!"
Oh my, I finaLLy met the man who has been singing into my ears for years.
I cannot beLieve it, neither can he. He does not recognise me, but know every name of my sibLings. It is that smaLL .. this worLd, our worLd.
For years since I was LittLe, I have grown pretty used to hearing this man Living above my house sing, yet not knowing how he reaLLy Looked Like, and I din reaLLy bother to find out anyway.
Last evening, the guys were Leaving for home after the usuaL footbaLL session. Four of us decided to haiL a cab home to chase time for the EURO Cup match Later on. InitiaLLy we saw a cab with bLue top (signifying vacancy) from a distance at the traffic Light. It must come to us, I thought. Then as the traffice Light turns green, a hand comes waving right in front of our dear eyes, and the cab stopped for that hand.
NaturaLLy me, I cursed and swear LoudLy.
So we spent the next coupLe of minutes waiting for another. It came.
This taxi driver, he is pretty cautious. He requested niceLy for our front passenger, Daren, to put on the seatbeLt for he does not want Daren to pay for unecessary action. And so we started a conversation. He was asking which part of the street we are going to coz he stays at the same area.
And we asked him which street.
"61."
Then we asked him which bLock.
"692."
Wah, cant be that coincidentaL. I asked if his door is number 140.
"Yes!"
Oh my, I finaLLy met the man who has been singing into my ears for years.
I cannot beLieve it, neither can he. He does not recognise me, but know every name of my sibLings. It is that smaLL .. this worLd, our worLd.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Registration On BehaLf
This is wat happens when u have somebody eLse to do registration for urseLf ..
Thanks to Jasmine Tan, shouLd I require bLood tranfusion on that fatefuL day, I wouLd have been dead by the time they found out my bLood type. But anyways she has aLready been notified about the fact and it is A+ (not some "I-do-not-know" bLood type).
This is wat happens when u have somebody eLse to do registration for urseLf ..
Thanks to Jasmine Tan, shouLd I require bLood tranfusion on that fatefuL day, I wouLd have been dead by the time they found out my bLood type. But anyways she has aLready been notified about the fact and it is A+ (not some "I-do-not-know" bLood type).
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Singapore 3 : 7 Uzbekistan
Other than having a rich array of foreign-based pLayers who doesnt even know how to sing the Singapore nationaL anthem, the Singapore footbaLL team is a compLete thrash.
With a heaLthy turnout of LocaL fans incLuding me at the historic KaLLang stadium which seems never-gonna-cLose-down even though the cLosing ceremony had been done with, we expect the footbaLL team to at Least fight with some passion Lah ..
Wat the heLL, an embarassment on the pitch, and off the pitch as weLL, as I have seen. One Singaporean man, wearing the Dutch nationaL jersey, freaking cheering when the Uzbekistanis scored. It brought much curiosity to the angmohs seated behind him, and they asked him why.
I do not have to hear his expLanation, for in our country, the passion for this game can never be comparabLe to the great footbaLLing nations. Our peopLe are brought up to Love tangibLe stuff that money can buy instead, and of coz other than their own money, who reaLLy cares about what the country is doing in the other areas not even cLose to affecting their Lives.
IndividuaListic.
That is typicaL Singaporeans nowadays. Of coz, we can say we have no choice that we are Like that but, are we Living a Life then? Or are we even feeLing being part of Singapore? FeeL.
This may be just footbaLL, but see for urseLf the cuLture that seems to be aLmost remarkabLe yet short of warmth.
Other than having a rich array of foreign-based pLayers who doesnt even know how to sing the Singapore nationaL anthem, the Singapore footbaLL team is a compLete thrash.
With a heaLthy turnout of LocaL fans incLuding me at the historic KaLLang stadium which seems never-gonna-cLose-down even though the cLosing ceremony had been done with, we expect the footbaLL team to at Least fight with some passion Lah ..
Wat the heLL, an embarassment on the pitch, and off the pitch as weLL, as I have seen. One Singaporean man, wearing the Dutch nationaL jersey, freaking cheering when the Uzbekistanis scored. It brought much curiosity to the angmohs seated behind him, and they asked him why.
I do not have to hear his expLanation, for in our country, the passion for this game can never be comparabLe to the great footbaLLing nations. Our peopLe are brought up to Love tangibLe stuff that money can buy instead, and of coz other than their own money, who reaLLy cares about what the country is doing in the other areas not even cLose to affecting their Lives.
IndividuaListic.
That is typicaL Singaporeans nowadays. Of coz, we can say we have no choice that we are Like that but, are we Living a Life then? Or are we even feeLing being part of Singapore? FeeL.
This may be just footbaLL, but see for urseLf the cuLture that seems to be aLmost remarkabLe yet short of warmth.
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