Friday, December 4, 2009
reflections from 3 months of island living
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Grenade!
“I, NIRC, RANK & NAME, Right Master Hand, No Sweaty Palms request to enter the bay sir!” I announce my presence to my Platoon Commander. He leans to the side of the bay, cap off in surrender to the hot and humid air that affects one and all here in Tekong.
“Samuel eh? Step forward into the bay and prepare your grenade” he orders. I trot up the bay area, a elevated reinforced concrete semicircle designed to protect one from the blast of a awry grenade. Or at least that’s what they told us.
I glance at my PC, 2LT Zhi Rong. Before me was 48 recruits from Hawk Coy, Platoon 3. 48 prime opportunities for a surely gruesome death. His trademark smile was missing, replaced with an impatient frown. A 20 year old man, the same age as me, separated only by educational qualifications and rank. Just as scared as me.
Standing at the prescribed legs at shoulder width apart, I stretch my arms beyond the reassuringly thick concrete barrier and follow the regimented steps.
“Safety Ring Twist!”
“Safety Ring Pull!”
I tug at the ring. Nothing. I tug again. Not a budge. Only after my 4th pull then it gives way obediently.
“Safety Pin Out!”
I turn to pass the expanded Safety Ring to my PC to find him wearing his usual grin.
“Why Samuel? Too scared until no strength to pull the ring out?”
Smiling back, I politely reply in the negative; his grin and friendly teasing reassuring me tremendously.
“Grenade prepared and ready to be thrown Sir!”
A pat on my back was the signal. My right arm arched backwards while my left arm hung onto my rifle as I swung as hard as I could. All while shouting “GRENADE.”
A muffled scraping of boots informed me that Zhi Rong already took cover in the bay. Time for me to do the same and to count down.
1-thousand
2-thousand
3-thousand
4- I never quite managed to say the thousand as the air around me seemed to explode from the force of the grenade. Even though I wore earplugs, I could hear ringing in my left ear. My joints ached from the blast, was it really so terrible? I shudder to think of the destructive force of artillery, many times that of a hand grenade.
Counting two seconds more for the fragments to clear, I peek out to survey the damage. Zhi Rong was already standing, cap on head looking at no mans land.
“Not bad Samuel, you threw the grenade. Call up the next guy quickly, its bloody hot in here.
Mumbling my acknowledgements, I stumbled out of the bay area aching but with a sense of accomplishment. I threw a hand grenade today, how many people get to do that?
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Running High
My lungs scream for oxygen
even as I gulp in air.
My legs tremble
with every step.
I feel like I’m dying
but I’ve never been this alive before.
All this while I’m running 2.4.
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10.38 best timing yet, attempting to break the 10min barrier at the next IPPT mark…
Thursday, September 10, 2009
National Service
Winston Churchill
Friday, August 28, 2009
the inevitable, but tragic, conclusion
after many hours pouring over graphs and charts;
frantic bashing of the calculator crunching figures;
to endless searching of online forums and auctions;
The conclusion:
$500 +
$300 +
$70 +
$200 +
= $1070
= Cost of running a lower market Toyota Corolla per month.
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009
pretty girl pretty swell
We've been around for quite a while, sticking together from primary to secondary school, past the tertiary gap and now bonded together by National Service.
One served, one serving and one yet to serve.
We took turns on updating ourselves on whos who and whats what. Mostly though, they gave me the load down of National Service, pearls of wisdom passed down generations through word of mouth.
Not realising we had to write down our orders on the form provided, I approached the cashier, a pretty young thing in her 20's, with the menu in tow.
Excuse me, could I have drink X?
Oh sir, you'll have to fill in the order form first
Flustered, my eyes darted around for the elusive form in question. Noticing my confusion, she took charge of the situation.
Not to worry sir, just tell me the order numbers for the items you want and I'll just type it in.
Ah yes, thank you. I'm really sorry for the confusion, it's my first time here and I'm not used to the system.
I was distracted from ordering the drinks as I was looking at her. Not at her bits mind, but at the radiant smile emitting from her face as she took down my order.
Smiles are addictive, so I ended up breaking into a smile myself as I thanked her before returning to my seat. The smile carried on throughout the evening, lighting up my mood even as I bid farewell to my friends and we made our way home.
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I realise that beauty to me is all about the inside. Sure, she was pretty on the outside, but what made her stand out was the warmth as she served me and her addictive smile. Without this qualities, she would be as lifeless as any person on the street. Qualities to think about as I wander in search of a companion.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
two - zero
The fluorescent tube glows brightly, sending rays of light over the room.
My laptop hums away as it quietly processes a million and one programmes.
I'm on the phone with my friend, talking about everything and nothing.
I take a sip.
The BlackBerry shows 12pm.
16th August 2009.
Happy Birthday.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
people; love
I fall in love with many people every single day.
On the train, in school, over the air, everywhere!
I love staring into their eyes and losing myself into the depths within.
Or at their legs; so slim, smooth and silky.
But what I like most about them is what’s deep inside.
Their humanity, their humility, their poise, composure, self confidence
and everything in between.
I get a nice fuzzy feeling when I encounter these people.
They make my day, my week, my year!
At least, until the next person comes along, restarting the process.
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Monday, August 3, 2009
awkward…
I enter my new class with trepidation.
Already they’re staring at me, sizing me up.
I set down my books perhaps too harshly. The wooden desk moans in protest
A girl starts giggles nervously before stopping abruptly.
My throat is dry, my shoulders stiff.
A manage a grin.
The staring continues.
I give a sigh and give up trying, before looking at my class timetable.
4 more weeks of this hell. I can do this!
I wonder… if my students feel the same as well?
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Friday, July 17, 2009
a new day beckons; it’s going to be alright
the alarm’s ringing, breaking the rush of dreams
sunlight filters through your window, ending their long journey from the sun.
the birds are chirping; people are out practicing tai chi
it feels like you’ve ran a hundred miles while you struggle out of bed,
yet once you’re on your feet you feel you can run a thousand more.
a new day beckons, with bright new possibilities outshines the old
and where many adventures abound.
“Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero”
Seize the day and place no trust in tomorrow
Dedicated to G & Yan, who made today a reality for me and many others.
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Friday, July 3, 2009
flummoxed
"I willingly become weak, uneducated and stupid, because love is too beautiful a thing to miss. Love is beautiful not because it makes you feel good all the time. Love is beautiful because sometimes it warms you, and sometimes it is painful. That's what makes us human. And being human is beautiful."
Yan, 2009
I cannot understand this. It’s not the words, nor the meaning behind the words, all of which I grasp readily. I’m not deprived of love. I give and receive it often and freely to the best of my intentions.
My parents, my relatives and my friends all love me and I love them back. I just don’t understand loving someone in an intimate sort of way. I liked many girls before and have even chased a few. But in hindsight, what I appreciated was their friendship and warmness; love evaded once again. I did try to love someone. Tried my best, but it wasn’t to be, never to be.
I’m not miserable. In fact, I’m having a great time being single. I am hindered by no one except by God driven conscious. I don’t find a need for another person in my life now or in the near future, not now.
Not ever?
This is not the end to this discussion, just the first round. (3/7/09)
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digital emotions
So that you can comfort me through Facebook?
Do you read my Blog to know me?
Post in Cbox to know how I feel.
How can I tell that you Digg me?
You seem so aloof in Myspace.
Is there a way to compute love?
Or bluetooth your feelings?
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Thursday, July 2, 2009
Lingering memories of Perth
The road winds through a forest of trees, casting long shadows on the road
The rented Hyundai whizzes through, oblivious to the beauty surrounding it.
A cottage facing the ocean, built when Britain Ruled the Seas.
The cold breeze taking you by surprise as you breathe in each glorious breath of air.
The view, spectacular of course.
I could get used to this.
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Sunday, June 28, 2009
i wonder…
I wonder what is it like to fly like a bird,
to see the world from up high,
to swim with the clouds?
I wonder how would it feel if I turned into a girl,
to be chased at by guys at the mall,
to give birth to a child.
I wonder when will we achieve our dreams,
to protect the weak
and to save a country’s Soul.
I wonder, I wonder…
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Friday, June 26, 2009
The king is dead, the king is dead! Long live the king!
1958 - 2009
Front page news when I woke up in Perth today.
Everyone seems to have something to say about him,
how he was a genius, a born star, a legend.
And how they admired him, loved him, worshipped him.
One wonders where were they when he was in the courtroom defending his honour,
or whether did they comfort him when he went through one, then another divorce.
Or what they said when he had to sell his home, his prized collections, even his white glove for cash to pay the lawyers fees.
Do him a last favour and leave him alone. Vultures.
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Monday, June 22, 2009
Day 2, Lucy Lane Perth
There is a heater in the shower, the toothpaste is cold in the tube.
I ate the least processed breakfast in years thanks to free range food and my wonderful aunt.
The air is crisp and dry as you step out fully clothed to face the environment.
At the shopping centre, I was stopped by the security guard because I was taking pictures of the mall.
But his manners and words immediately 9/10 of all Singaporean Service Staff to shame.
Wow. I'm not a morning person so naturally I felt grumpy. It's not every day a brush with the law improves and not spoil your mood for the day.
Before that, a person approached me for help with resizing his photos because he saw I was using a camera. You don't get that much in Singapore.
The shops are all selling winter gear. Not very useful in Singapore.
Organic (they call them free range here) food / drinks are on par with or even cheaper then the usual soft drinks and processed food. I'm certainly not complaining.
Shops all still selling winter clothing. Shoes are not too hot.
Got a few shirts and a bag. Total expenditure? AUD$51. Can you see the halo on my head? Look harder.
Ate one of the best tasting Japanese food I had in my life in Perth, Australia. Before that, I shopped at a Seoul supermarket. Globalisation never felt so real to me before.
News is all about their internal politics with a short footnote about Iran. Whatever happened to a global outlook?
It's a bad habit to compare and contrast Singapore vis a vis the country that I'm at. It's sad to find Singapore losing out.
Oh, interesting observation about the Australian funeral service, will share with the Veronica crew when I get back.
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
foreign soil; alternative lifestyles
It is cold, very cold, at least to a body used to humid 33 degrees heat from morning to night.
Heck, just this morning I work up at 3am in the morning sweating even though my fan was blowing at full blast.
But its a nice change from the heat, the crowds and the bustle.
Here it's nice and slow, peaceful and wide. Nothing really stands above 1 story and flat wide lands are the norm rather then the exception.
Things we take for granted, like public transport and street lamps is a luxury here.
Things we deem as luxury, like housing and cars isn't so much of a big deal here.
It's a joy, to be away from the home country for a bit at least, to see what else the world has to offer.
Because one man cannot be a island.
The air is fresher, the people different, the streets wide, the attractions many and the picture opportunities plentiful.
Oh yes, I think it's going to be a great trip ahead.
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Thursday, June 18, 2009
the strangest thoughts; in the strangest moments
It is while standing at the edge of the most exciting rollercoaster ride in my life that I remember the strangest stuff.
In an instant, I was transported years back, to when I was Primary 5.
I was standing at a bus stand, shoes scruffy (just how I liked them, comfy), uniform orderly disorder. I wasn’t waiting for a bus though, but a girl.
She would take the 11.45pm 198 bus that brought you to the outskirts of Fairfield Methodist Primary School 30 minutes early. I would then board the same bus and sit next to her.
She wore the all blue tie that signified a prefect stature. Her attire was orderly, her coiffure neat and her features, flawless.
I didn’t notice that then of course. Girls then were at best friends, at worst enemies. To be handled warily and not to be trusted.
Not this girl though. We talked naturally, without the awkwardness of puberty or gender.
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5 years on, we grew up. Both went to the same secondary school, classmates for the last two years. We hardly noticed each other.
She lost her prefect tie, attire in a orderly disorder and gained an aggressive attitude. I did my best to present a good outlook of myself in school, mild and meek.
We did talk, but it was shallow and drivel. Gone was the touch of friendship.
I last saw her a year after I graduated from secondary school. I went through a second round of puberty (!!!) and grew taller and slimmer. While walking with a friend in Dover, I ran into her. Her hair was all done up, face painted and a accessory guy beside her.
A glance. A flicker of recognition. No change of pace. No halt in conversation
We pass each other by and the flashback faded to black, to reality.
A shame, oh a shame, to have grown too old and critical for friendship to flourish.
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Monday, June 15, 2009
Steady on!
Continuous effort - not strength or intelligence - is the key to unlocking our potential.
Winston Churchill
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Friday, June 12, 2009
love & attraction; what about it?
What attracts a women; what attracts a man?
The size of her breasts; the colour of his eyes?
That cute smile; that lovely grin
The way she holds you; the way he holds you?
Slim legs; Chest hair?
The way she speaks; the way he says things?
Are we that simple to fall for such a trick, an illusion, a mirage? To fall from grace like Adam and Eve for that forbidden fruit. So sweet yet so dangerous.
How Ridiculous!
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However, as it is human to err and sin,
it is also human to love. To want to care and protect a stranger who you’ve just met for eternity.
A flick of her hair, fiddling with his keys,
an awkward glance, a shy smile,
A reluctant good bye. And a million words were left unspoken, but yet never understood so well.
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We are fools for thrusting ourselves into this charade over and over. But once tasted, it never goes away.
So love, loved and love again.
How Ridiculous! only if you’ve never experienced it before.
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Monday, June 8, 2009
keep it simple, silly!
When you bog down with problems, hassles and worries,
always remember to keep things simple, silly!
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Sunday, June 7, 2009
jostling and yelling, squeezing and arguing; just another day at the thieves market
Blasts of indian music, hollers of chinese sellers all beckon the passerby towards the thieves market
where everything and anything is for sale.
Piles of goods haphazardly piled up or strewed on the floor not unlike a corpse of an animal
while we, the vultures disembowel the still warm corpse.
Whispers, shouts, yells, conversations all happen simultaneously
a hundred at a time, in a dozen different languages.
A item catch my eye, gleaming lustre showing through the grime.
I pick it up, twilling it through my fingers before enquiring about the price.
Yes? No? Maybe? I ponder as the seller squats, already forgetting about me.
I stand up, a hand reaching for my wallet as I make a purchase.
The seller looks up, a smile spreading on his sun beaten, aged face.
Another purchase, another day at the thieves market.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
the laptop’s humming, stale coffee accompany a dying cigarette as the author works on; late nights
Soft music sung by long dead singers fill the air;
as the fan attempts valiantly to move the hot heavy air around.
The laptop’s humming, stale coffee accompany a dying cigarette as the author works on.
Outside the world’s asleep, reward for a long day of labour;
but the author struggles on for love, glory and monetary benefits.
The deadline’s ticking, the clock that never stops;
tick tick tock tock goes the seconds, followed by minutes and hours.
A early rise is in order tomorrow;
Jeez, is it already 3am?
3 hours for a period of rest, Nirvana before the rush starts again;
already it feels too short.
The bed beckons, singing it’s siren call;
calling out to this ship to wreck itself on it’s shores.
Eyes drooping, closes and forced open again;
10 minutes, an hour, 30 seconds more…..
Late nights.
-Dedicated to all fellow owls of the night.
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009
late night driving
The traffic light flickers Green, Amber, Red as we stand in the yellow glare of the streetlamps.
We hold ICs, PDLs and the all important white attendance sheet in one hand; the other a cigarette, a forgotten book, a handphone.
Awaiting the arrival of the Ladies and Gentlemen in company white polo tee, black trousers, black shoes; an army of uniformity.
“Here they come”, the unspoken announcement sounds as we shuffle to our feet to our vehicles / to our masters.
IC and PDL please, goes the call and as easily the order is given, it is followed. A hundred imaginative minds immediately recall the inmates at Auschwitz.
A glance, a quick smile and the documents are handled back.
The order is given: “Take the drivers’ seat”
We shuffle in our seats.
We adjust the mirrors.
We take a deep breath.
We go for a late night drive.
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Wednesday, May 20, 2009
newsFlash!
It’s perfectly acceptable to complain, whine and gripe
if it’s balanced with hard work, duty and purpose.
For when one complains without working hard,
whine with no sense of duty,
and gripe without purpose,
he shows himself to be the very person he chooses to avoid.
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Familiar faces in the gloom
But sometimes there's an awkward silence
You shuffle your feet,
Answer questions haltingly,
Toy with your handphone
and stammer out an obvious excuse, anything to escape.
And sometimes you walk all the way around the mall to escape an ex-lover, that irritating high school friend or a weird guy in your driving class you caught leering at you.
Target spotted, plotting avoidance route
Sneaking at the corridors hiding your size
Hiding in stores to bid your time
And the old "oh look, I have an sms and have to read it intently" dodge
But most of the time it's a pleasent surprise
You stop, smile, approach and talk
"How are you?"
"Wow, I like what you've done with your hair!"
"You've lost weight!"
"Congrats on the promotion!"
"You have a wonderful wife"
We go through life much too quickly with nary a second to spare.
So why not spend the time with an old friend when it is God's will to bring you together for that moment. Talk through that awkward moment and soothe the long ruffled feathers.
There might not be a next time for either of us.
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Friday, May 8, 2009
Acting | Life
Life is about acting
Acting is Life
Life is Acting
If you act while acting, you become a bad actor.
But if you live and breathe the character, till it becomes you and you him
Then, that is the true form of acting.
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Wednesday, May 6, 2009
with bloodshot eyes, I update
No kidding.
Monday harked the opening of the auditions for Unity Primary's Musical, entitled, "Dare to Dream"
Over a hundred eager contestants competed in the Singing, Dancing, Acting segments in order to clinch a role in the musical. The odds are high; the main cast have to sing, dance and act reasonably well and also have the X-factor in their acting. But there were surprises in the lot that came:
Unity Primary's very own Susan Boyle!
In entered a short, plump and shy girl with a prominent birthmark on her face. She stood in front of the judges (G, Yan and myself) shuffling her feet.
Name and Class went the order, not unlike a drill sergeant addressing a soldier
Karen Chew, 5C was the shy response (Names have been changed to protect privacy)
Again a command was given; Do you have a song?
And again a shy response; Yes, Yes I do
Please begin then:
And she did.
Ok, I'm sure her standard would not have passed many auditions as of yet, much less tying her name with someone as illustrous as Susan Boyle. But in the context of a primary school, and indeed even when you bring in the secondary school sector in, she certainly stands out of the crowd.
The clincer was during the acting auditions on wednesday. It was held in two stages; Stage 1 was a simple reading of a script. Clearing Stage 1 would enable you to move on to Stage 2 which was to express an emotion, any emotion to the judges.
The little Ms stood in front of us and said a few lines;
And She Cried.
Not only that, her eyes were drawing us in, pleading with us to hear her story. I felt the music room dissolve away as we were shown a little crack into her world.
And then, it was over. She dried her tears, bowed meeky and left.
Yan looked over at me and said simply,
"I want her for the main cast"
Through the force in her words and the resolution in her eyes, I knew that come what may, I will see a short, plump, shy but outstanding girl named Karan Chew from Unity Primary Class 5C sitting in the room when we come for the next session.
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Sunday, April 26, 2009
Camera + Bicycle
Flying Pigeon! Produced from a Nationalized "Anchor" brand Japanese Bicycle Factory which copied it's models from a 1933 model Raleigh. Incidentally, it was on bicycles that the Japanese managed to stage their (in)famous invasion of Singapore. Were some of the bicycles Anchor brand? Hmmm....
I managed to break my normal handlebars so I swapped them with this. It's a North Road handlebar mounted upside down to mimic a 1930s' "moustache" drop handlebars.
The lamp came with the light dynamo that I bought even before the bicycle. After extensive modifications and an accident with a van, it's now battery operated.
Because of the modifications, it has been out of service for the better part of a week. High time to give it (and myself) a spin.
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Friday, April 24, 2009
The Chinese Low Educated but Highly Skilled Professional
When I was there, it was manned by the full crew, an old chinese man, lady and a old grandmother. After handling the bicycle to the old man he gave it a one over and said to me:
"Ah boy arh, you rammed into a wall before?"
I did hit a van at full speed a few weeks before but I never told him before.
"See see, the front fork is bent! One more time and you can't ride it anymore! Never mind, still can ride but must be careful."
I gave it a once over and.... couldn't see anything. Walking towards the rear of the of the bicycle, he looked at the nut only once and said
"This nut is a special nut, from a Raleigh"
And it was. It only took be 2 hours for me to find it out on the internet. He then looked at the bicycle as a whole, looked at me and said
"You fixed this bicycle yourself right? See la, this thread is stripped. Boy ah, must be more careful next time."
He fixed the brakes, back axle and found the nut after searching the entire store for it.
Total cost: $13. And $10 was for a plastic red rear light.
When I cycled back, the bicycle was like new. No creaks, groans or scrapes at all. Excellent. :)
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A strange encounter of the Other Generation
I was approached by an old man today to assist him to carry a chair to his table.
Old Man: (speaks in prim and proper english) Young man, could you assist me in carrying a chair to my table?
Me: Oh sure sir. Over here?
Old Man: Yes, thank you. Say, its that an army shirt you're wearing, what battalion are you from?
Me: Er....
I was wearing my Singapore Polytechnic Polo Tee. But we continue to chat for a while about the army.
Old Man: (eagerly) So, have you joined the NS yet?
Me: Nope, not yet.
He misread me and thought I was skiving my role. Naturally, I defended myself.
Old Man: Skiving the army! Why I never...
Me: No no no, I said I haven't gotten the letter yet!
Old Man: Oh oh, good good. Remember, Singapore is just a red dot, we all have to defend this country.
Old Man: Remember hor!
After rambling along for a while more, he left us to our food in peace.
Friend A: ..... That was a strange man
Friend B: Yea, what a loony
Me: No, just a lonely one.
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Woe woe woe
I am frustrated and it has to do with the quality, or more specifically the lack thereof, of my bicycle.
The problem is simple to understand;
Quality Chinese "Engineering" that saw me go through two sets of pedals and a set of clotters in a month. The first set of pedals gave way when I was pedaling back from the store at Lavender, the second is giving way as we speak. Is it a general thing or did I just win the lottery?
Assembling by an "Expert" team of workers that managed to forget to grease the seatpost and front stem of my bike, or basically anything at all. After the first day of my ownership (and a drizzle getting back) I find my bicycle chain covered in rust. Also, while attempting to fix my bicycle after knocking the handlebars askew, I find that the interior front stem is covered with rust with nay a grease in sight. The dirty four letter word, Rust rust rust rust.
"Quality" components like screws that strip faster then the experts from Playboy, leaving me with no steering whatsoever and leaving me with only the option to push my bicycle the 4 miles to the nearest bicycle store on foot to get it repaired.
For a bicycle that is reputed to be a workhorse, this is piss-poor performance. I don't pamper my bicycles but expect it to keep up with me in my daily routine. As it is, a $50 Martin or Urata MTB is much more reliable (and attractive) then my Flying Pigeon. If I wanted a project bike, I'll get a knocker Raleigh from an ah pek and start from there. In fact, that sounds bloody decent to me now.
Bleedin' heck.
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Sunday, April 19, 2009
In the pursuit of good spoken English
BBC World News
I find it only fitting that to speak the Queens' English, it is only proper to learn it from those who invented it the language.
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Thursday, April 16, 2009
One in a million, really
One in a million, what are the odds, that we are alive in such a time and place;
We are called for greatness, everyone of us;
To make a difference, no matter stature or rank;
And to benefit other people, whether young or old.
...
If only we first make the choice to take the first step, to turn the wheel, to ignite the fire.
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Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Endjoy
The uplifting, happy emotion that comes from seeing a long drawn project nearing a successful completion.
Also, an alternative term for suicide.
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Sunday, April 5, 2009
Steady on men
the School;
the Production; Looked Over and Improved
the Teacher; Listened, Questioned, Shocked
the Squad; Comment, Thought, Implementation
the Store;
the Front Porch; Categorized, Arranged, Secured
the Hall; Painted, Lighted, Ventilated
the Rear; Lighted, Ventilated, Planned
the Relaxation;
the Dinner; Flavourful, (Small) Portion, Closing
the Game; Irritation, Transpose, Set Back
the House;
the Room; Discussion, Debate, Direction
the Squad; Direction, Deduction, Selection
the Ride;
the Road; Fatigue, Training, Strength
the Home;
the Bed; Rest, Relax, Recharge
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Saturday, April 4, 2009
The Greatest Book in the World!
It was all moldy and worm eaten, falling apart and dusty but it's title, highlighted in Gold remained;
"The Greatest Book in the World"
Indeed a most eye catching phrase, bold and brash words reaching out and demanding it's just audience.
Interested, I picked up the tome and turned past the first page, finding myself reading.....
the Bible.
Gotcha!
But a pleasant surprise nonetheless.
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Sunday, March 22, 2009
The strangest things
- A religious sacrament marked by the symbolic application of water to the head or immersion of the body into water and resulting in admission of the recipient into the community of Christians.
- A ceremony, trial, or experience by which one is initiated, purified, or given a name.
So, have you been pickled yet?
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Stories that transcend time
I bought an unedited version, complete with arcane English words, phrases and speech. Set in the early 18th century, it brings us to a gentler time, a time of manners, culture and uprightness where ladies wore petticoats, horse carriages abound and fathers were addressed as Sir. This story is now in it's 195th year of existence, but remains surprisingly readable and the characters actions, motives and weakness, shockingly modern.
The heroine is Miss Fanny Price. Fragile and pure, sweet and sensible, yet firm and unyielding in conduct and position. She does not give way to evil for pleasure but stands up to it firmly as it backs down before her. Everyone else plays a supporting role to her, ironic as in the main part of the book she is silent as a mouse, neglected, overworked and under appreciated. Yet with quiet strength she manages to persevere and win her place in the sun where she so rightfully deserves. The story ends well, almost wearyingly commonplace as the hero once again marries the heroine and all is right with the world. But after her many trials and tribulations, tests of courage, fortitude and willpower, the ending is justly rosy and not with a sigh of relief that all is well with her. A timeless classic well worth a read.
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Thursday, March 19, 2009
A thought;
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
On Books and Simplicity
I have in hand a copy of Jane Austen's Mansfield Park printed by Penguin Books as part of their Penguin Classics Collection. But what matters most is the price tag: £2. That is a lot of book for the price. Sure, it's printed on toilet paper and the print type is ancient and squashed but there is a certain charm that belies it. I pick up a book and I feel much more connected to the original author then any other collector's edition series. The english script used, while modern (I'm sure it was tweaked), is styled in the late 19th century, so it takes a bit to get used to it. I enjoy reading British Authors, especially the classics, because they all have a certain way to approach the subject; through over elaboration and skirting the issue while remaining relevant.
The best thing about the book? (other then the outrageously low price)
Simplicity.
It's a pure book, minimal advertising, mini reviews and no flashy covers. The authors name and the title dominates the cover of the book; A page seperates the reader from diving into the main content of the book. Certainly, I can see myself bringing it on the train and the bus to while away the time with old friends that I've never met, but through their words have shared something dear from their hearts over to me.
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Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Slurring speech, aching knees, tired body but a clear mind
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
"Where did you go, my Singapore of old?
I AM a 45-year-old Singaporean much in love with this country, which I am proud to call home. Over the years, I have visited a few other beautiful countries, but I cannot see myself living anywhere else but in Singapore.
However, as much as I call Singapore my home, there is almost nothing of it I can connect to when I try to look back in memory.
A few weeks ago, I decided to drive my parents around to revisit places to try to recapture the fond memories of our earlier years. There was almost no place familiar left to go. Almost everything has been eradicated. It was a sad morning.
I am sure, to the zealots of change and development, this means nothing at all, and others may say people like me are like a broken record (nostalgia) that gets stuck and plays the same thing over and over, but I feel it is very sad.
The little we have left is also about to go: the last kampung in Buangkok, the New Seventh Storey Hotel and so on. Who needs the kampung in Buangkok when there is the shiny plastic version in Geylang Serai, right? After all, it is clean, safe and pristine.
With reference to last Monday’s letter by Ms Lisa Healey-Cunico, ‘Let Singapore shape itself naturally’, I fully agree that Singapore has lost much of its soul. It truly seems we have an unquenchable need to wipe out and develop anything and everything. Alternatively, if a place is deemed worthy of heritage, redevelopment sets in with the original tenants, who contributed to the colour of the place, removed because of high rent and commercialisation.
Maybe I am just getting old, but I would like to be able to visit some places in Singapore with nothing added but a few coats of paint over the years. I resort to flea markets for photocopy pictures sold at three for $10. I used these to share old stories with my parents and daughters. That is all there is. Needless to say, one of my favourite haunts is Sungei Road. I am certain it is already in someone’s plans for eradication.
I appeal to whoever can make the difference, please leave some things as they are.
I love you, Singapore, but I fear I do not remember you.
Vincent Paul Carthigasu"
This is something I feel very much about, being a student of history and my opinion is as such:
I take the view that home is where the heart is. How can the heart stay here when your home and supporting buildings is demolished? Also, where else has it to go when your entire environment is in flux, constantly changing and moving?
I am not opposed to progress, in fact I do admit that the only constant is change, but this massive and constant upheaval can only do harm to a young nation which has precious few roots of it's own. Case in point, I was moved from my previous home of 10 years, where I made good friends and moved into Jurong East, into a condominium. Fast forward 10 years, and I have adapted to the area and it's surroundings. It would be difficult to uproot myself from this area and move another place. I might be inclined to move overseas then and the loss is on Singapore. This is also why I will block any moves to en bloc. Anyone that treats my place as a monetary opportunity can jolly well move out him or herself.
In conclusion, the bulldozers will come, the shopping malls will come and the shophouses will come down. But for pete's sake, lets have some stability, especially in our homes. The alternative to slower progress is worst; a squeaky clean city, all shiny, new and bright...
but hollow and empty inside.
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Readers, your views please?
Friday, February 20, 2009
Running so fast, that you feel everything's slowing down
Working so hard that you feel you're not
Training so hard that you feel you're slacking
Moving so quickly that you feel you've stopped.
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
First built in the 1950s, it is based off the 1932 Raleigh roadster and mass produced for the population. Simple, robust and highly adaptable, this was the vehicle that moved millions in China. Even now this model, the PA-02 is still in production to cater for the demand locally and overseas. Its classic lines and sleek design from another age hides the strength of an ox.
And I want one. Badly. D:
What is lacking
In the way things are handled
Responsibility
To yourself, others and the world
Courage
To stand up for your beliefs, and for others
Pride
In the service you provide
Duty
The show must go on, no matter what
Passion
In the work you do
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Addendum
I've been reading a amazing montly aptly titled: Monocle, a briefing on global affairs, business, culture & design. The magazine is substantial, more so then some books I have. The articles are well written and has a global outlook in which I enjoy. Photographs are carefully taken and some using film, a supposedly extinct medium that Monocle still supports. Even the advertisements are well designed and selected.
What I enjoy most of it is that they celebrate all the values (and more) of what I have stated above, both by themselves and the people and places they visit. Professionalism, Responsibility, Courage, Pride, Duty, Passion, incidently the same values my company, Les Thespians Drama Production House employs. Anything less is false economy, shortchanging yourself and your customer.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Law
Case in point:
If you're below 21 years old, your guardian (parents or appointed person) can legally send you for sterilization!
But if you're pregnant, you and you alone have the choice on whether you want to abort the baby or not, no matter your age.
Curious world we're in
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
abstract
It is marginal, hungry, chilly
but it's something they want to keep,
so much that to keep it they will take on much more then propaganda has ever asked them for.
They are in love. Fuck the War.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
It's not where we start, it's how we end.
I was drinking with my mates after a long day of visiting relatives(more exhaustive then a day at the gym!) at Brewerks, the makers of awesome awesome beer. We chatted for a long while before parting to make our way back home.
That was where I met him. No, not the transsexual "ladies" that came out in force that night(for a change of environment or fishing a better catch then army boys I guess) but a old men well in his seventies.
Over the years, I've trained a good listening ear, mostly from listening to too many GF/BF/Political stories from my friends which typically lasts for hours on end. This man looked like he was bursting with stories to tell, so I allowed him have the opportunity to do so.
To cut the story short(as it was a good long talk), I found out that he was a rather accomplished man.
Made it into the first batch of Officer Cadets in a fledgling SAF back in 1967. (A very rare opportunity back in those days)
One of the first batches of Singapore Polytechnic graduates. (In an era where a PSLE was something, a diploma was equivalent to a degree or higher)
An Economic Development Board scholar (Again a very rare opportunity back in the bad old days)
His command of English was top rate, with a smattering of British phrases and words as it must have been taught to him back then.
He was however a bitter old man, complaining about his life, how scholars this days were simpletons, the nation treating us as second class citizens, the army, and many more.
There was a lot more that I wanted to ask him about but alas, I arrived at my stop. So I paid the fare and left.
Because you see, "He", the officer and the scholar, was my Taxi Driver.
In addendum,
I do not wish to belittle this fine old man I met as he has already done and seen so much as compared to myself. I do however find it a shame that he, with all his knowledge and expertise, ended up in this manner. Retired but forced to drive a taxi, an occupation one does not take up for leisure but as a last resort.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
A new beginning
It wanes as you see the mountain of junk you have to clear.
It tends to zero (very close to, but not just yet) as you see and hear the whole closet shaking with cockroaches as you approach.
It increases as you charge in with your battle roar, two cans of bug spray and a very loose trigger finger.
It wanes again as you clear out the items inside liberally laced with cockroach dung and empty egg casings with your bare hands.
It soars as you find a rare item in working condition, bug dung or not.
It dips as you see the mountain of rubbish that you have cleared but now have to sort and pack, ready for disposal.
It rises as you look back at 20 heaping bags of trash with a sense of achievement.
It gets hard when you think of the work tomorrow, the week after and the month ahead.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Shame on you, random (insert job description here) service provider!
No, seriously.
Excused myself to visit the bathroom and took a big gulp of water from the nearby watercooler (conveniently placed near a toilet where the aroma will enhance the drinking experience) and walking around for a while till it subsided. Told my friend after and he said it happened to him thrice already! Shame on you, you random food service provider!
And if it wasn't enough already, I was accused of colourblindness when registering for my driver's licence... Yea sure, the results from your $50 machine operated by a untrained admin staff member takes precidence over two recent professional medical examinations that cleared me of any sort of colourblindness.
And her remedy? "Oh, please change your specs before the next examination to correct your colourblindness. Anyway, I'm still going to put your grade as pass."
I refused to comment anymore after what she said.
Shame on you, random counter service provider!
What took the cake was the taxi driver that sent G's dad to the wrong address and insisted it was the correct address before dumping him off at that location, leaving him to fend for himself.
Not much of a problem for a fit 20 year old man like myself, but he's a 80 year old diabetic. However the warrior spirit living in him still fights on and he knocked on a stranger's door to ask for directions back home.
You may not be reading this, but from the bottom of my heart, thank you Mr Brandon for being the good Samaritan to send him back home with your own vehicle.
Evidently, he was also so taken with G's Dad's war stories that he drove an extra round to hear him out longer!
Doubly shame on you, random taxi service provider! I would have sent him (G's dad back) home even if it was for free because this isn't a matter of money anymore. Would you want your own parents to be treated that way or even yourself as you grow old later on in life?
Shame Shame Shame on you, random (insert job description here) service providers!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Many thanks
Dear Lord Jesus,
I thank you for the great works and many blessings you have bestowed onto me.
Thank you especially for putting me in a position where I can help many others and guide them to the right path. And where I too can stretch my wings and do my best.
I ask for your wisdom and strength as I do my best to in that position.
Please teach me where I lack, Guide me when I am lost and Carry me when I tire.
I persevere on to be a beacon of light for you.
In your precious name I pray,
Amen
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Gut feeling
"I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us."
-Romans 8:18
There is a trembling in my body
A thunderstorm in my brain
A hurricane in my heart
I find that through the events of yesterday that I am never more driven to succeed.
Never. Not even half.
My hands and legs can't stop shaking as I type this.
We are going to do this, we are going to make it work
And we are going to succeed.
We're in the drivers' seat now and the lights' flashing
3
2
1
Go!
Friday, January 16, 2009
Rollercoaster ride, going up, down and away.
A day never felt so surreal.
Nor did I experience so many things happening at the same time before.
To the two people whom I owe plenty but yet do not demand a cent back in return, I hope the both of you take comfort in this verses:
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing.
-2 Timothy 4 v7-8
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
And saves those who are crushed in spirit.
-Psalm 34 v.18
Weeping may endure through the night,
But Joy comes in the morning.
-Psalm 30 v.5b
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"When there is destruction, there is creation"
That though keeps popping in my mind.
With death, comes the joy of a new life.
With rejection, comes the drive and fervor to press on to our goal.
With the threat of diminishing funds, comes the drive to succeed.
The glass is always half full, not half empty.
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Thursday, January 15, 2009
What you DO not want to hear while on show
"I hate school it's been really demoralising. I'm not lying when I say that my ASM is a weirdo.... who I can't really work well with because she just smiles...without talking or doing anything else. Technically it's kinda freaky, but I've gotta deal with it aye?"
-Julia
Reading about Julia and her woes with her ASM reminds me of the good old days of school production and your ASM reminds me of my own SM during my first show with G. Imagine on the day of the performance, while it's ongoing and you're the lighting personal.
Characters:
SM - RyanASM - Joanne
Lighting - Samuel (me)
Sound - Sandra
Scene:
Backstage in a school blackbox theater, halfway through show.
Lighting state:Spot on Lighting, SM and Sound crew, 10%.
Samuel: (quietly) Ok, lights 1 and 2 fade down to 50%, up no.3 to 90%.
Joanne: (quietly) Sam sam!
Samuel: (quietly) What is it Joanne?
Joanne: (quietly) It's Ryan, he's..... (mumbling)
Samuel: (slightly agitated) What? Speak up Joanne.
Joanne: (slightly agitated) It's Ryan, he's SLEEPING!
Samuel: (Quietly Very Agitated) WHAT?
(Turns to position where Ryan and Sandra is located. Sandra is obviously very agitated while Ryan is peacefully sawing wood)
Spot on Ryan, Sandra 50%
Samuel: (hand gestures) WHAT-THE-FUCK-IS-HE-DOING? WE'RE-IN-THE-MIDDLE- OF-THE-SHOW!
Sandra: (unprintable reply)
Ryan: Snore~~
(Samuel turns to a now very agitated ASM)
Samuel: Ok, just run as per normal. We did it before so many times and we'll do it again.
Joanne: (nervous but resolute) Ok.
(Joanne shifts back to her position while Samuel signals to Sandra)
Samuel: (hand gestures) CONTINUE-AS-NORMAL-OK?
Sandra: (hand gestures) OK-(Yet more unprintable gestures)
Ryan: Snore~~
-- After curtain call --
Ryan: (cheerful) Hey guys, that was a wonderful show! Great job!
Joanne: (irritated) No thanks to you.
Samuel: (irritated) ...
Sandra: (picks up random blunt object)
(Ryan gets mauled to death with blunt object)
Blackout
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Wednesday, January 14, 2009
In the end, we are all alike.
Different ages
Different lifestyles
One living the high life, council, good grades, great school, awesome friends
The other struggling through school, losing friends and hurting those already close to her.
The princess and the pauper.
Both struggling to keep their heads above water,
clinging to their achievements, their friends, their God.
Both constantly questioning their existence.
Both fearful about what others say about themselves.
Both outwardly normal, card carrying Singaporeans
Silently screaming
Save
Our
Souls
Anyone?
Addendum:
I have this really bad habit of reading other people's blogs. It stems from my obsessive desire to read, anything anywhere anytime. It was during one of my exploratory trips into the underworld of the internet that I found this two girls, both so different and yet so alike. One from a N/A class in a neighbourhood secondary school, the other from the top class in a top Junior College. But both oh so fragile.
I sometimes wonder whether I enter this line of work more for my personal enjoyment and excitement or in order that I can perhaps help young people like them in whatever way I can.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Gee, it's the equator and I'm feeling colder then a well digger's ass in Siberia!
Insane Insane weather, been blowing typhoons and hurricanes over at my place for the past few days. Good for sleeping and saves electricity as my fan is now jobless, but it's strange to be all wrapped up in a blanket while you try to fight the cold in a TROPICAL country.
Of boots, overcoats and random clothing items.
Having three ladies in the house (2 sisters and mom) means you're dragged on shopping trips whether you like it or not, often for hours on end. I used to dislike it as it was tiring and I didn't like the clothes on display anyway. To be fair, a dress or lingerie won't really fit well on me but you get the idea. More to the point, clothes didn't fit well on me as I used to be quite plump, hence the disdain for them.
I spent 5 hours shopping for polo tees last week.
Why the sudden change?
I realised that I didn't want to walk around in unfitting round neck tees and baggy jeans anymore. I finally understood the reason for the many hours of window shopping the ladies do. Walking around many stores and malls, they have a feel of the designs, material and look of the outfit on themselves in order that they can fit everything without making them look bad. Buying a top to match the bottom, shoes to match the clothes and for the entire outfit to match the event. It's certainly not a case of 5 minute rushes to the store and the rest of the time at the sports section.
But neither did I want to preen myself in front of the mirror everyday.
I compromised with buying classic outfits that last and fitting for most occasions. Polo tees in all shapes and sizes, blazers, well cut long sleeved shirts and proper shoes. These can be worn in many different combinations to suit out the occasion. Being an active guy, my preference was to solid outfits which last and protect.
Cheap is not good, good does not come cheaply.
I never liked spending much on items, only on my toys (games, models and now photography gear) but more of that budget is now diverted to clothing. $400 will not get you a decent lens but it does get you decent threads.
Get to the point!
My clothes fit me better, which leads to:
Me looking better, which leads to:
Me feeling better.
Narcissist?
You decide.
Did I just make you wade through an entire essay about clothing?
;)
Sunday, January 4, 2009
To be more then ourselves
ASEAN percussion training discussion in two days
Major project set up, briefing and discussion in one day
2 entire circuit boards to solder, check and complete in ZERO.
And I spent the entire day shopping for New Year clothes.
"Sometimes you need to go backward to go forward"
Samuel
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