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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Friday, February 20, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
The Flying PigeonFirst 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
Professionalism
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.
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
Reading Law is interesting at times;
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
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
There's never much talk but touches and looks, smiles together, curses for parting.
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.
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 met an interesting old man during the long CNY break.
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.
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
Is what you say when you start a new day, bright and early and raring to go.
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.
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!
Had a cup of the most awful tea-o (Chinese inspired English Breakfast Tea) today. It didn't wait to try to kill me, no it went straight for the throat. Approximately 5 seconds after I drained my cup, I felt nauseous, the kind where you feel like puking.
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!
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
A Prayer to the Lord
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
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
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