I read this somewhere and think it’s so meaningful. It’s keeping me thinking…

In the 21st century, like means like. Don’t like means don’t like. There’s no need for prima donna-ish behaviour. There’s no need to give a cold shoulder. There’s no need to act high and mighty. There’s no need for mind games. There’s no need to remain silent.

I’ve been doing some soul searching over the last few weeks. Have I also been guilty of such atas attitude?

So I decided to be nice. I actually replied to an sms from a person I thought was THE ONE…(after all, it was mutual attraction at first sight)…but later after my background checks, turned out to be a complete nightmare. Hence, I chose my words very carefully so as not to give the wrong impression or lead someone on anymore. After all, the pen is mightier than the sword. It’s about time. I think I’ve grown through the experience.

There’ll be more to come I guess. But come what may, I’m ready.

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It’s frustrating how some people just keep blabbering away…and not know when to stop. There is a time for everything. There is a time to start talking. And there is a time to stop talking.

As the Chinese saying goes, “三个女人，一个巴杀”。 I think it is more accurate to modify it to “两个女人，一个小巴杀。”

Secrets are traded not unlike those Desperate Housewives on Wisteria Lane. They merrymake, giggle, they laugh aloud… The only thing they have not done is to engage in some illicit sexcapades.

As much as I don’t have to pay $6.50 everyday to watch the latest dramedy here, at times I really wish peace would prevail.

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走过的日子不一定是平淡、快乐的。 悲伤、痛恨、厌倦的心情，我们必然经历过。 所谓心旅，就是心中的那一段漫长的旅程。 但也只有走完人生的这条路，我们才会变得更勇敢、更坚强。

有时候累了，发发泄，也是无可厚非的。 这一点我了解。 身边的朋友及同事要发泄，就由他们去吧！

这是我十年前随笔写过的一个心情写照。。。就送给所有觉得好累的读者吧。

《我真的好累》

我真的好累
整夜却无法入睡
我真的好累
听别人说你的是是非非

别说我总是追求完美
别说我是被啤酒灌醉
是你让我尝尽苦滋味
这种结局是眼泪
我真的好累
人也逐渐变憔悴

我真的好累
整夜却无法入睡
我真的好累
听别人说你的是是非非

我真的好累
我不要多余的伤悲
我真的好累
我不愿再为你流泪
不是我不给你机会
是你没有去体会

只想告诉你
给你的心早已收回
我真的好累
不必再说谁错说对

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Dearest Grandma,

Today is your sixth death anniversary. But the memories I have of you still remain intact. You were snatched away from me in a freak accident when you blacked out in the temple and never regained consciousness. Needless to say, it was a devastating blow for me then.

You were more than just a friend. You were my confidante. You were my pillar of strength. You shared my secrets. You knew my dreams. You made me believe in myself.

I will always remember the after dinner phone conversations we had, updating each other of the day’s activities. Even the most minute details would seem important to you.

I will always remember the meals we shared together in the kitchen – we would eat half a packet of food each and then trade. It was pure bliss and time stood still.

I will always remember the talisman you would get the Gods from the temple before my exams for me to drink. It was to bolster my courage and allow me to excel.

I will always remember the big ang pow you gave me every Chinese New Year. It was something I looked forward to.

I will always remember the kind and frugal granny who wore the thinnest of clothes as you accumulated money the hard way. And yet you gave me pocket money readily.

I will always remember the umbrella you carried with you, thus earning you the nickname ‘umbrella granny’. I have since never left home without an umbrella.

I will always remember the McDonalds meals you would eat so that I would get my hands on the toys that came along. I still have a portion of those toys.

I will always remember you introducting me to all your temple friends et al as your pride. It embarrassed me greatly then. If only I could hear you say it again. Just once.

I will always remember your life story during the Japanese Occupation which you orated to me for my Japanese Studies module in varsity. The lecturer gave me an A+ for it.

I will always remember your gift for languages which you have unknowingly rubbed onto me. You spoke at least 10 tongues.

I will always remember you urging me to go home early each time I visited. The journey home is long and you are tired, you would always say.

I miss you, Grandma. And time will only strengthen the memories I have of you within me…

Your grandson always,

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今天是中秋节，是我们华人挺重视的节日之一。朋友刚寄了一封简讯，说他拜托玉兔跳上月球要求嫦娥做了一个 “幸运月饼” 送给我。可真是用心良苦啊。好吧，就吃一小块的 “幸运月饼” 吧！

2007年9月13日的 《海峡时报》 刊登了一则有关今年月饼销售的新闻。报道指出月饼的销量反映了一个社会的昌盛。更重要的是，这个月饼指标是取之七家酒店及连锁店的销售数字。七家酒店及连锁店的销售数字合起来就有200, 000盒月饼！如果集合了全新加坡大大小小的酒店及店铺，那不是有更惊人的数字吗？

试想想，朋友为何不干脆骑上玉兔跃上月球呢？那里有貌美如花的嫦娥，也有宽大无比的月宫。和美女长相厮守在月球，远离世俗的喧嚣及烦恼，何乐而不为呢？

朋友若不犹柔果断，或许可能早已超越阿信和陈琦贞，还需要在此地唱 “一二三、 牵着手， 四五六、 抬起头，七八九、 我们私奔到月球” 吗？好一个 “让双脚去腾空，让我们去感受 ，那无忧的真空 、那月色纯真的感动。。。” 朋友慢了那么一步，只好怪自己啰！

其实，阿信和陈琦贞成功地私奔到月球，能找到他们要的幸福吗？可别忘了月宫住着一位嫦娥姐姐。嫦娥还是公认的美女，阿信能不动心吗？阿信若对嫦娥姐姐动了情，可不变成了三角恋爱？太复杂了！另一方面，阿信若不对嫦娥姐姐动了情，贞信恋能开花结果吗？他们能永远知足地在一起恋爱-ing 吗？

别担心！听说月球上除了嫦娥姐姐和玉兔，还住了一个人。他就是吴刚。嫦娥奔月的故事我们听多了，但吴刚是何方神圣呢？来头大吗？

据说月亮里有一棵高五百丈的月桂树。汉朝时有个叫吴刚的人，醉心于仙道而不专心学习，因此天帝震怒，把他居留在月宫，令他在月宫伐桂树，并说：“如果你砍倒桂树，就可获仙术。” 但吴刚每砍一斧，斧起而树创伤就马上愈合，日复一日，吴刚伐桂的愿望仍未达成，因此吴刚在月宫常年伐桂，始终砍不倒这棵树, 因而后世的人得以见到吴刚在月中无休无止砍伐月桂的形象。

三角恋爱有救了。嫦娥和吴刚在月球生活了大半辈子，竟然没有来电，也就意味着现在也不可能来电。那我们就先来一段嫦信恋，再来一段贞刚恋吧。这也不错。。。因为陈琦贞很喜欢自弹自唱。自弹自唱的当儿，当然少不了吉他。那就让吴刚一直砍下去，把最好的木材留给琦贞做吉他吧！有了刚哥的新吉他，贞妹就不会天天躺在衣柜里，唱着还是会寂寞。。。人也会变得有一点太聪明了！

私奔到月球，真的会有幸福吗？近几个世纪来，对外空抱有巨大梦想的国家已纷纷把太空人送上月球。。。例如美国、俄罗斯、中国、日本等。

人类登上了月球，翻箱倒柜，都找不到传说中的嫦娥、吴刚和玉兔，更不用说那个宽大无比的月宫。就算真的有那只兔恐怕也是被人宰来吃了，而嫦娥也吓跑了，因为人类登上了月球，而月球上又没有好吃的也没有美女看呀，看到嫦娥这样的美人还不心动？

因为月球的引力很小，连空气都留不住，所以那里没有空气，没有水。那儿白天的温度很高，达100多度；黑夜又很冷，要降到零下200多度，没有活的东西，嫦娥和玉兔不能在那里生活，他们只是童话里的人物。

还是实际一点的好，好学不学干吗学人家什么私奔到月球？脚踏实地的好！

就让我们一边提灯笼、一边吃 “幸福月饼” 、一边赏十五的月亮，这已经是人间一种快乐无比的享受了！

中秋节快乐！

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It had to happen sooner or later. But what I didn’t expect was the after effects of it.

After years, months, weeks and days of toiling away, I finally fell sick…unceremoniously. The body has protested. In fact, I haven’t had a good rest ever since I started working after university.

Perhaps the first symptom of it coming was the yellow mucus. Then next day the very dry lips (my initial thoughts were something bad is happening as I always drink at least 1.5 litres of water a day). Then last night while watching TV, I felt giddy and my eyelids extra heavy. A while later, I felt feverish and my body started aching. No, not the normal muscle ache, but whole body ache. Bad news…And I went to bed super early at 9.30pm.

So here I am now sleeping at home on a Tuesday afternoon. That’s what the doctor prescribed – rest, rest and lots of rest. I’m suffering from severe exhaustion. Or burnt out if you want to call it.

And do look out for any red dots on my body coz it may be a sigh of dengue fever…

It’s time to take things slowly man…Nothing is more important than health.

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Someone suggested going drinking after the wedding banquet. I can’t remember who it was. Viola? Esther? But when Janice, the bride, heard it, she was all for it. After all, she billed it as her belated hen’s party…hahaha…

So off we went to Long Bar…Janice, Esther, Viola, Christina, Anderson & me in tow…

Welcome to Long Bar…

My first impressions of the place? Very old worldly, with a colonial feel to it. It felt good, like a time warp – upstairs felt like an old colonial bar for Brit expats of the 50s, very quirky.

Lay back & relax in this old worldly bar

And the nut shells all over the floor make it just messy enough to be really cool in a messy way. At first, I was too conditioned by years of proper etiquette not to dirty the floor. In fact, I felt embarrassed initially to throw the groundnut shells on the floor. But as the night went on, I soon got used to it & was enjoying myself. Throw…throw…you won’t get fined…hahahahaha!

It’s perfectly fine to throw groundnut shells on the floor…

I guess Esther & I were the only ones who did not order the Singapore Sling (which btw, is the signature drink). I chose safely – cranberry juice & Esther, a Peeps Number One (alcoholic drink mixed with 7-Up). ‘Tis said that the famous Singapore Sling contains gin, cherry brandy, Bènèdictine, Cointreau, pineapple and lime juice.

The one & only Singapore Sling

My cranberry juice…next to the groundnuts

Besides the groundnut throwing, what kept me mesmerised were the motorised palm leaf fans overhead. Having these palm leaf fans add yet another dimension to the old worldly charm of this place. With the fans fanning slowly and in rhythmic fashion, one can really fall asleep easily…oh pity, there’s no bed here…

Fanning in rhythm

I did a count – there were 6 palm leaf fans on each beam. And there must be at least 10 or more such rows…Hmm…the fans brought back old scenes of dynasty maids in waiting in ancient China fanning the concubines too…hahaha…or try this one? 铁扇公主的芭蕉扇? There are so many here…I wonder which is the authentic one? Hahahaha…

Guess I was too engrossed thinking about the palm leaf fans that I didn’t notice the waiter delivering six glasses of drinks. Only when one was delivered in front of me was I jerked out of my reverie.

Oops…Viola bought us a tequila shot each. Oh oh…I didn’t have an excuse not to drink now as all eyes were on me…Cham liao…

My tequila shot

Ok lor…drink drink lor…I was advised to drink it quickly as sips of it would make it even more difficult to drink.

But pop first you must to mix the ingredients in the drink. Come cover the top of the glass with the paper coaster and hit the glass hard. Yeah, pop liao…got bubbles forming. One job done.

Next to drink it. I thought my first reaction would be a squirmed face. But surprisingly, it didn’t taste that bad. In fact, I kind of liked the taste. If Esther proclaimed that she was a tequila shot virgin and had now lost it coz she drank one, then I had also just joined the ranks.

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While waiting for Janice & Jarrod’s wedding banquet to begin at Raffles Hotel, I decided to walk around and take some pictures of the grand old dame. After all, Raffles Hotel is the epitome of elegant days long gone by and was considered THE place to stay by upper class British colonials back then…

Besides the architecture, what impressed me most were the lights. Everywhere I turned, there were lights, lights and more lights. Imagine the entire place being bathed in lights…Beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceilings…Wow!!!

Here’s some pics to enjoy

7.15pm. Level Three Open Area. Evening beckons.

A back & white treatment of the same place

Sephia hue – my favourite. I’m being transported back to the old days of the grand dame. Wish I was wearing a tuxedo & dancing with a loved one…

Bring me home…chandelier…

Who turned off the colours?

Lights…lights…everywhere

A little sinister…See how the lights from the double lit candle illuminate the surroundings & act as the guiding path for the lost ones…

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I never thought this would happen to me. Even recalling it makes me hopping mad. This was what happened earlier.

I finished my gym workout and headed for the shower. As per normal, I hung my towel outside the shower cubicle. After the shower (which was a very quick one – barely 5 minutes), I reached out to take the towel. But to my horror, the towel which I placed at the hook was gone!!!

OMG!!!

I started to panic. Which idiot SOB stole my towel?! And here I was naked, dripping wet…

Frantic thoughts flashed across my mind. What was I going to do? I was really at a loss momentarily.

“Stay calm, stay calm…And consider your options”, I told myself.

I had a few options to consider.

Option 1
The easiest one was to walk out naked. But no way was I going to do it. The changing room was packed with the evening crowd and I didn’t want to flaunt my crown jewels. And besides, I was wet.

Option 2
Walk out and cover the crown jewels with both my hands. But I think that will look very pretentious and draw even more attention.

Option 3
Rip off the shower curtain and use it as a towel to wrap round.

Option 4
Beg and borrow a towel from another guy at the shower area.

I did a quick scene appreciation and decided to choose option 4. I called out to the guy showering in front of me. He responded. I explained the situation & asked if I could borrow one of his towels. He said ok.

I was safe. Phew….

I’m sure it was not stalker who did it. Then who could it be? Thinking back, could it be the good samaritan who stole my towel? After all, how would one explain having three towels hanging outside his cubicle?

Of all things to take, someone must choose to take my towel. Sigh…what is the world coming to? At least, my modesty was sparred from public scrutinity….

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《我们分开了》

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