不知道那里是疲累的尽头
不知道有没有离开的时候
不知道为什麽忙碌的追求为了什麽理由
谁知道有什麽成就会不朽
谁知道有什麽爱情最温柔
谁知道拥有了这一切算不算梦寐以求
只知道不开心忍不住流泪
只知道不惬意免不了喝酒
不知道一个人这麽样算不算无药可救
我知道迷茫的脆弱的烦恼的寂寞的压抑的感受谁都有
不知道是不是只有我痛苦的矛盾的独自承受
明知到放弃了才想保留
明知到过去了才要补救
我知道满足的快乐的完美的依恋的事情都难以长久
告诉我是不是每个人都看不透
谁能够
我知道迷茫的脆弱的烦恼的寂寞的压抑的感受谁没有
Friday, October 22, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
COMBINED eulogy
Marc Jacobs said this, of Sofia Coppola.
"Age doesn't matter. What matters most are people who are interested in the variety of life and explore the life outside their comfort zone. Sofia Coppola is representative of this spirit. She has a special eye, a unique voice, and the curiosity to explore.
Couple that with unconventional physical appeal and what comes through is style - real style, as opposed to someone who is conventionally beautiful and radiates perfection.
When you aren't handed the pass of physical beauty, you have to mine other talents, and sometimes it makes you more interesting."
I would love this as an eulogy at my funeral. Some of you have passed some of these remarks about me. Okay not quite ALL of it from ONE person but some of it from some of you.
Mais you can do a COMBINED eulogy, non? (wink)
"Age doesn't matter. What matters most are people who are interested in the variety of life and explore the life outside their comfort zone. Sofia Coppola is representative of this spirit. She has a special eye, a unique voice, and the curiosity to explore.
Couple that with unconventional physical appeal and what comes through is style - real style, as opposed to someone who is conventionally beautiful and radiates perfection.
When you aren't handed the pass of physical beauty, you have to mine other talents, and sometimes it makes you more interesting."
I would love this as an eulogy at my funeral. Some of you have passed some of these remarks about me. Okay not quite ALL of it from ONE person but some of it from some of you.
Mais you can do a COMBINED eulogy, non? (wink)
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
It's NONE of your bloody business?
It all started with me hanging out with a more matured (I shall refrain from using the words, 'old' or 'older') friend of mine the other day. She who has travelled the world. She who can boldly said to the rest of us, "Been there, Done that." So you know what I am getting at. You CAN respect this woman's assessment of human beings (and possibly animals too).
Somehow we ended up talking about a family of siblings we are too familiar with. I went, "W is always asking questions. And asking questions that I find hard to answer." For example, she would ask me (in a dan inquisitive face), ''What do you do on weekends?'' And I struggled to answer because my activity list changes every weekend. Some days I cycle, some days I go shopping, some days I go to the movies. And O, some weekends I do nothing. Absolutely nothing. So you see, I have no one fixed schedule for my weekends. More importantly, I don't really feel like telling her what I do or not do over the weekends.
Usually I attempt to answer the much hated question and half the time, I regretted doing so. Why? She would then move on to her next question, "With who?". And then the next, "Where do you go for that?". And then the next and the next.
Sometimes, the questions come with a new twist. And these are the really potent ones. They are what I call 'Opinionated Questions". It can go like this, "O I am surprised you stay home!!" or 'I didn't know you hang out with her!!'. Both of which I find doubly hard to answer. I am often tempted to be rude and say, "Be surprised, VERY SURPRISED!" or "Yes, I hang out with her...because she does not ask me as many questions as you!"
W is not the only one. Her sibling X is similar. I suspect Y and Z too. My matured friend said the siblings just want to ask as many questions as possible so that they can gather as much 'intelligence' as possible and start their gossip sessions amongst themselves.
For me, I suspect they do not really care about the answers. They just have this irritating habit of asking. But for the record, they are not journalists nor potential ones. I need to qualify as there many journalist and ex-journos reading this blog. We were taught to ask the "Why? When? Who? What? How?" for a good reason. For a good story.
My matured friend however, has the last say. She went, "As far as I am concerned, they just love to ask the 'It's none of your bloody business" (to us) questions!"
I can't agree more.
Somehow we ended up talking about a family of siblings we are too familiar with. I went, "W is always asking questions. And asking questions that I find hard to answer." For example, she would ask me (in a dan inquisitive face), ''What do you do on weekends?'' And I struggled to answer because my activity list changes every weekend. Some days I cycle, some days I go shopping, some days I go to the movies. And O, some weekends I do nothing. Absolutely nothing. So you see, I have no one fixed schedule for my weekends. More importantly, I don't really feel like telling her what I do or not do over the weekends.
Usually I attempt to answer the much hated question and half the time, I regretted doing so. Why? She would then move on to her next question, "With who?". And then the next, "Where do you go for that?". And then the next and the next.
Sometimes, the questions come with a new twist. And these are the really potent ones. They are what I call 'Opinionated Questions". It can go like this, "O I am surprised you stay home!!" or 'I didn't know you hang out with her!!'. Both of which I find doubly hard to answer. I am often tempted to be rude and say, "Be surprised, VERY SURPRISED!" or "Yes, I hang out with her...because she does not ask me as many questions as you!"
W is not the only one. Her sibling X is similar. I suspect Y and Z too. My matured friend said the siblings just want to ask as many questions as possible so that they can gather as much 'intelligence' as possible and start their gossip sessions amongst themselves.
For me, I suspect they do not really care about the answers. They just have this irritating habit of asking. But for the record, they are not journalists nor potential ones. I need to qualify as there many journalist and ex-journos reading this blog. We were taught to ask the "Why? When? Who? What? How?" for a good reason. For a good story.
My matured friend however, has the last say. She went, "As far as I am concerned, they just love to ask the 'It's none of your bloody business" (to us) questions!"
I can't agree more.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
14 September
A few old friends remembered and they text me early in the morning. It was especially sweet as these are friends from way back. It felt as if they must have slept early so that they could wake up early, just to text me their best wishes. Sweet.
I went to Tanglin Tree and bought myself a glass of white wine to go with my pasta lunch. It was a quiet pleasant lunch on my own; the way I had envisioned it would be. The way I had wanted it to be.
Somehow some people knew it was my birthday. The department bought me a chocolate cake.
I rushed off after 6 pm. I had a hot date with myself@top of Swissotel. I had my fav Bellini and enjoyed the view as the sun sets on our lovely city. I toast to the city which was 70 floors below me. I felt ON TOP OF THE WORLD.
2 hours later I messaged an ex colleague/good pal whom I have not met for ages. She joined me and we had more Bellini. Caught up with her. Been wanting to do so.
The next morning she messaged me and asked if the night before was my birthday. A little bird must have spoilt the fun and tipped her.
I messaged, "It was. And I had a GREAT TIME. :-)"
P.S I was very inspired by this angmo lady who celebrated her 100th birthday recently. She said she was going to buy herself a birthday cake for the birthday celebration. Something she does every year for the past many many years. She is single.
I went to Tanglin Tree and bought myself a glass of white wine to go with my pasta lunch. It was a quiet pleasant lunch on my own; the way I had envisioned it would be. The way I had wanted it to be.
Somehow some people knew it was my birthday. The department bought me a chocolate cake.
I rushed off after 6 pm. I had a hot date with myself@top of Swissotel. I had my fav Bellini and enjoyed the view as the sun sets on our lovely city. I toast to the city which was 70 floors below me. I felt ON TOP OF THE WORLD.
2 hours later I messaged an ex colleague/good pal whom I have not met for ages. She joined me and we had more Bellini. Caught up with her. Been wanting to do so.
The next morning she messaged me and asked if the night before was my birthday. A little bird must have spoilt the fun and tipped her.
I messaged, "It was. And I had a GREAT TIME. :-)"
P.S I was very inspired by this angmo lady who celebrated her 100th birthday recently. She said she was going to buy herself a birthday cake for the birthday celebration. Something she does every year for the past many many years. She is single.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Me and My Taxi Stories
Location : In Cab on the way home, approaching the road that leads to my O Home Sweet Home
Day 1
Me : Uncle, TURN LEFT please.
Uncle : Left Turn HUH?
Me : (O...my bad. I need to use the Taxi Lingo next time) YA! Left Turn Pleaseeee.
Day 2
Me (HaHa today I will use the Taxi Lingo) : Uncle, Left Turn please.
Uncle : TURN LEFT HUH?
Me: (!!!! Biting my lips) YA! TURN LEFT Pleaseeeeeeeee.
Day 3
Me (Hmm...I know ALL the Taxi Lingo liao) : Uncle, Left Turn, TURN LEFT please.
Uncle : turn HERE huh?
Me : (!!!! okieeee uuuuu winnnnnnn!)
Day 4
Me (It can't be that difficult can it?) : Uncle, Left Turn, TURN LEFT, turn HERE please.
Uncle : (Silent)
Me : (Happy. Finally!!!)
Uncle : Miss ah! Sorry. So I Left Turn here, then I TURN LEFT again somewhere down, then I TURN WHERE?.
Me : ($(*%(*(#*%)#*%#)*)
Day 5
Me take bus.
Day 1
Me : Uncle, TURN LEFT please.
Uncle : Left Turn HUH?
Me : (O...my bad. I need to use the Taxi Lingo next time) YA! Left Turn Pleaseeee.
Day 2
Me (HaHa today I will use the Taxi Lingo) : Uncle, Left Turn please.
Uncle : TURN LEFT HUH?
Me: (!!!! Biting my lips) YA! TURN LEFT Pleaseeeeeeeee.
Day 3
Me (Hmm...I know ALL the Taxi Lingo liao) : Uncle, Left Turn, TURN LEFT please.
Uncle : turn HERE huh?
Me : (!!!! okieeee uuuuu winnnnnnn!)
Day 4
Me (It can't be that difficult can it?) : Uncle, Left Turn, TURN LEFT, turn HERE please.
Uncle : (Silent)
Me : (Happy. Finally!!!)
Uncle : Miss ah! Sorry. So I Left Turn here, then I TURN LEFT again somewhere down, then I TURN WHERE?.
Me : ($(*%(*(#*%)#*%#)*)
Day 5
Me take bus.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
U can dress like me and be fashionable too
Characters
J : A colleague likely 10 years younger (than me) whose image is rather Auntie due to her size and dressing (her clothes are unique, often biased cut type and purchased from one particular boutique. But they make her look bigger in my opinion and really she shouldn't wear them).
B : Me
Background
I bought a pair of pants in the boutique J frequents. I was not aware she frequents the boutique but the moment I entered, I thought of her.
Act 1 Scene 1
B : Hey I was at xxx boutique and it reminded me so much of you!
J : O I buy most of my clothes there!
B : Ah...I thought so..its so you! Anyway, I bought a pair of pants. Its not very me but I like it as its unique!"
Act 2 Scene 2
B (wearing my new pants) : Hey look this is the pair of pants!
J : Wow its nice.
B : Ya, but its not very me. Its more u! The moment I entered the shop its so J I thought.
J : Aiya its ok for you to dress like me and be fashionable too what!
B : (speechless).
In my Big Bubble : Ar...since when did I say you are fashionable? Ar...since when did I say I wanna dress like you? LOL.
J : A colleague likely 10 years younger (than me) whose image is rather Auntie due to her size and dressing (her clothes are unique, often biased cut type and purchased from one particular boutique. But they make her look bigger in my opinion and really she shouldn't wear them).
B : Me
Background
I bought a pair of pants in the boutique J frequents. I was not aware she frequents the boutique but the moment I entered, I thought of her.
Act 1 Scene 1
B : Hey I was at xxx boutique and it reminded me so much of you!
J : O I buy most of my clothes there!
B : Ah...I thought so..its so you! Anyway, I bought a pair of pants. Its not very me but I like it as its unique!"
Act 2 Scene 2
B (wearing my new pants) : Hey look this is the pair of pants!
J : Wow its nice.
B : Ya, but its not very me. Its more u! The moment I entered the shop its so J I thought.
J : Aiya its ok for you to dress like me and be fashionable too what!
B : (speechless).
In my Big Bubble : Ar...since when did I say you are fashionable? Ar...since when did I say I wanna dress like you? LOL.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
A Brand New Life
I didn't survive the bowel cleansing. The liquid was so Horrible that it elevated the word HORRID to a new platform. I threw up just looking at it. I am not kidding. And hours after the session, the mere thought of it made me feel like throwing up again. And even whilst I write about the unmentionable now, yes, I feel like throwing up again.
I pray I will NEVER EVER have to go through that again.
On a lighter (ironically) note, I survived the scopes.
I am in good condition.
Praise the Lord.
I pray I will NEVER EVER have to go through that again.
On a lighter (ironically) note, I survived the scopes.
I am in good condition.
Praise the Lord.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Another Chapter of my life.
I am off for my gastroscopy and colonoscopy. Technically they are to be carried out tomo morning. But I have to prepare my bowels today. And I have opted to stay in the hospital for that.
For all the singles reading this blog, you would know in times like this (and of course at other times too for most of us haha) you would wish there is someone special in your life that can be there for you. But when there isn't (like my case) and yet you are faced with situations like this, you just have to go though it.
No, I am not depressed. But I am not happy either. But whether its single, as a couple or family, some things you just have to go through it.
I reckon I am luckier than many. I have the Lord Jesus with me.
Cheerios.
For all the singles reading this blog, you would know in times like this (and of course at other times too for most of us haha) you would wish there is someone special in your life that can be there for you. But when there isn't (like my case) and yet you are faced with situations like this, you just have to go though it.
No, I am not depressed. But I am not happy either. But whether its single, as a couple or family, some things you just have to go through it.
I reckon I am luckier than many. I have the Lord Jesus with me.
Cheerios.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
I have SO many things to do....so MANY things I want to do..
I need to get a Man, get a new Job, get an Apartment, get a Motorbike license (and a motorbike), get a Car, get a Life...a New life.
Note : Not in sequential order nor is it by preference.
Although by preference, it would be....hmm....
Get a Man, get an Apartment, Get a Motorbike license??
Lets try this again. If its by sequence, it should be...hmm....
Get a Life then I can get a Man and a new Job that would allow me to get an Apartment and a Car. I can then drive to the Driving Centre to take lessons and soon get a Motorbike license...and then, I will get a New life!
I knew I will figure it out somehow :-)
Just have to work hard at it now.
Note : Not in sequential order nor is it by preference.
Although by preference, it would be....hmm....
Get a Man, get an Apartment, Get a Motorbike license??
Lets try this again. If its by sequence, it should be...hmm....
Get a Life then I can get a Man and a new Job that would allow me to get an Apartment and a Car. I can then drive to the Driving Centre to take lessons and soon get a Motorbike license...and then, I will get a New life!
I knew I will figure it out somehow :-)
Just have to work hard at it now.
Monday, August 16, 2010
A Singlish Play Based On a True Story
Scene : Block D Telok Blangah Road (opposite the current Carribbean Condominium)
Era : 1970s
Characters:
- Ah Soh as Cantonese Middle Aged Lady from 3rd floor, Staircase A who understands little Malay
- My Mum as Hakka Lady from Staircase B who speaks Hokkien, Hakka, Malay, Mandarin and understands Simple English
- Ali as Malay Boy
Act One Scene One
My Mum : A Ah Soh, why you take this Staircase (B)? First time I see you take this Staircase...
Ah Soh : Aiyo, Ali told me that end (Staircase B) got people die! Lucky he told me or else I suay ah!
Ah Mum : Really? Strange? I didn't hear anything about it. Wonder who it is.
Ah Soh : Aiya. Ali said down there ADA ORANG MAKTI ... so must be lah. Aiyo suay ah.
Act One Scene Two
My Mum (muttering to herself) : Cannot be what...if got people die, we sure know...such a small estate. Hmmm...
Act Two Scene One
My Mum : Ali Ali! Staircase B side got people die ah?
Ali : Huh? No leh. Where got?
My Mum : 3rd Floor Ah Soh said you told her!
Ali (ponders) : Huh?
Ali (after a long while) : Aiyo NO LAH. I told her "Sanah Ada Tupperware Party!!!! Bukan 'Ada Orang Makti' Aiyo!!!!
My Mum : !!!!!
Subtitles : I told her there is a Tupperware Party. I didn't say someone passed away.
Translation :
Orang Makti = Someone passed away
Ada = There is
Bukan = Not
Era : 1970s
Characters:
- Ah Soh as Cantonese Middle Aged Lady from 3rd floor, Staircase A who understands little Malay
- My Mum as Hakka Lady from Staircase B who speaks Hokkien, Hakka, Malay, Mandarin and understands Simple English
- Ali as Malay Boy
Act One Scene One
My Mum : A Ah Soh, why you take this Staircase (B)? First time I see you take this Staircase...
Ah Soh : Aiyo, Ali told me that end (Staircase B) got people die! Lucky he told me or else I suay ah!
Ah Mum : Really? Strange? I didn't hear anything about it. Wonder who it is.
Ah Soh : Aiya. Ali said down there ADA ORANG MAKTI ... so must be lah. Aiyo suay ah.
Act One Scene Two
My Mum (muttering to herself) : Cannot be what...if got people die, we sure know...such a small estate. Hmmm...
Act Two Scene One
My Mum : Ali Ali! Staircase B side got people die ah?
Ali : Huh? No leh. Where got?
My Mum : 3rd Floor Ah Soh said you told her!
Ali (ponders) : Huh?
Ali (after a long while) : Aiyo NO LAH. I told her "Sanah Ada Tupperware Party!!!! Bukan 'Ada Orang Makti' Aiyo!!!!
My Mum : !!!!!
Subtitles : I told her there is a Tupperware Party. I didn't say someone passed away.
Translation :
Orang Makti = Someone passed away
Ada = There is
Bukan = Not
Saturday, August 14, 2010
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