got this interesting picture from ryan... heh heh...:-)
Saturday, 13 February 2010
reunion dinner
this year, i will not be joining my mum for the reunion dinner. instead, i will be eating at home with bee. and for the dinner, i have decided to cook 4 dishes - curry chicken, ngoh hiang, chap chye and stir fry chinese leek (suan). apart from the stir fry chinese leek, all the other 3 are peranakan dishes that my mum used to make.
as of now, i have completed the ngoh hiang. tomorrow morning, will be cooking the rest. and of cos greedy me (and bee of cos), has already eaten 3 ngoh hiang this evening! yumzzzzzzzzz!
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ngoh hiang
think i better capture the recipe for the peranakan style ngoh hiang here before i forget about it... and it is my own recipe :-)
filling
1kg lean meat (gor huay bak or "five flower meat")
500g medium sized prawn
5-6 large onions
5-6 shitake mushrooms
6-8 stalks of spring onions
1 medium sized carrot
3 tablespoon of flour
2 eggs
skin
1 sheet of ngoh hiang skin
preparation
cut the ngoh hiang skin into oblongs (about 8cm by 20-25cm)
(one sheet should yield about 26 pieces)
mesh up the meat (you can ask the butcher to do it for you), deshell the prawn and mesh them up (use a chopper and whack it!), cut the spring onions in 0.5cm pieces, chop up the carrot, mushrooms and large onions (use a blender and make sure you use the rough cut blade, else your ngoh hiang will end up soggy).
put in the flour and the eggs together with the ingredients above and mix well.
roll the filling into the ngoh hiang skin just like u would a popiah.
deep fry the ngoh hiang till golden brown.
drain off excess oil. cut cooked ngoh hiang diagonally and serve hot.
enjoy!
additional tips
(1) add water chestnut if you want the ngoh hiang to be a little crunchy. for the above portion, 2-3 water chestnut would do. chop it up finely just like the carrot (2) add more flour if you want the ngoh hiang to have a harder texture (3) do not add any salt or seasoning to the filling. the ngoh hiang skin is salty by itself. if you want it to be saltier, either roll smaller sized ngoh hiang (it's the same principle as surface volume ratio thingee... heh heh) or use a larger piece of ngoh hiang skin and roll it one more round (4) if you want to store it and eat it slowly over time, it is advisable to steam the raw ngoh hiang first. this way, you can put it in the freezer and keep it for a couple of weeks. also, steamed ngoh hiang is easier to deep fry (5) when you steam, it is a good idea to place the ngoh hiang over a piece of banana leaf. banana leaves also make the ngoh hiang more fragrant. in addition, using banana leaves allow you to stack the ngoh hiang over one another. this saves cooking time. and do remember to place the lowest layer over a porous strainer to allow the meat juice to drain as it steams, else ur lowest layer of ngoh hiang will be swimming by the end of the steaming process (6) when serving, serve with either maggi chilli sauce, sambal belachan or sweet sauce... if u are a hard core peranakan, u can also mix the chilli sauce with a bit of otak udang (petis) (heh kor) (7) cucumbers cut diagonally make excellent decor pieces for presentation purposes. it also complements the ngoh hiang very well.
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filling
1kg lean meat (gor huay bak or "five flower meat")
500g medium sized prawn
5-6 large onions
5-6 shitake mushrooms
6-8 stalks of spring onions
1 medium sized carrot
3 tablespoon of flour
2 eggs
skin
1 sheet of ngoh hiang skin
preparation
cut the ngoh hiang skin into oblongs (about 8cm by 20-25cm)
(one sheet should yield about 26 pieces)
mesh up the meat (you can ask the butcher to do it for you), deshell the prawn and mesh them up (use a chopper and whack it!), cut the spring onions in 0.5cm pieces, chop up the carrot, mushrooms and large onions (use a blender and make sure you use the rough cut blade, else your ngoh hiang will end up soggy).
put in the flour and the eggs together with the ingredients above and mix well.
roll the filling into the ngoh hiang skin just like u would a popiah.
deep fry the ngoh hiang till golden brown.
drain off excess oil. cut cooked ngoh hiang diagonally and serve hot.
enjoy!
additional tips
(1) add water chestnut if you want the ngoh hiang to be a little crunchy. for the above portion, 2-3 water chestnut would do. chop it up finely just like the carrot (2) add more flour if you want the ngoh hiang to have a harder texture (3) do not add any salt or seasoning to the filling. the ngoh hiang skin is salty by itself. if you want it to be saltier, either roll smaller sized ngoh hiang (it's the same principle as surface volume ratio thingee... heh heh) or use a larger piece of ngoh hiang skin and roll it one more round (4) if you want to store it and eat it slowly over time, it is advisable to steam the raw ngoh hiang first. this way, you can put it in the freezer and keep it for a couple of weeks. also, steamed ngoh hiang is easier to deep fry (5) when you steam, it is a good idea to place the ngoh hiang over a piece of banana leaf. banana leaves also make the ngoh hiang more fragrant. in addition, using banana leaves allow you to stack the ngoh hiang over one another. this saves cooking time. and do remember to place the lowest layer over a porous strainer to allow the meat juice to drain as it steams, else ur lowest layer of ngoh hiang will be swimming by the end of the steaming process (6) when serving, serve with either maggi chilli sauce, sambal belachan or sweet sauce... if u are a hard core peranakan, u can also mix the chilli sauce with a bit of otak udang (petis) (heh kor) (7) cucumbers cut diagonally make excellent decor pieces for presentation purposes. it also complements the ngoh hiang very well.
:-)
Friday, 12 February 2010
being taken for granted
time and again i have to remind myself not to compare and not to feel that i have been taken for granted by people around me. it is the same with all my friends. and it is increasingly difficult not to feel so.
i am saying this becos (1) everytime, it seemed like i have to initiate the gathering and do the calling, or (2) everytime, when someone remembers something or wants to have a gathering, they will call me and ask me to organise, (3) and even after making all the arrangements, i often get people backing out like as though it is a chore to meet up (4) and even after making all the co-ordinations, i always get people telling me at the very last minute their schedule change, they have work to do and will be late, etc etc etc it is very difficult to get things going when people see things from their own self-centric angles or fail to give priority to the gathering, (5) and on rare occasions when someone volunteers to do the organisation, they will start by saying, ok, let's meet here and this time, can? and when i say can, they will then say, ok, on, can you help to call the rest cos i am busy, cos i am la la la... hmmm... and the latest is that people now are making me feel that "now you not working, you have time to do the organising." it had happened and happened and happened. and it comes to a time when people now take it as a norm that i will be the one to remember things, to organise things and to get things going. it is very tiring. and often, so very often, you just hope someone will take the initiative and do the planning and co-ordination and you can just attend and be merry.
so increasingly, i find it very hard to convince myself that i am not being taken for granted. sighs, why am i now ranting? or am i just tired and stressed up before the lunar new year?
i am saying this becos (1) everytime, it seemed like i have to initiate the gathering and do the calling, or (2) everytime, when someone remembers something or wants to have a gathering, they will call me and ask me to organise, (3) and even after making all the arrangements, i often get people backing out like as though it is a chore to meet up (4) and even after making all the co-ordinations, i always get people telling me at the very last minute their schedule change, they have work to do and will be late, etc etc etc it is very difficult to get things going when people see things from their own self-centric angles or fail to give priority to the gathering, (5) and on rare occasions when someone volunteers to do the organisation, they will start by saying, ok, let's meet here and this time, can? and when i say can, they will then say, ok, on, can you help to call the rest cos i am busy, cos i am la la la... hmmm... and the latest is that people now are making me feel that "now you not working, you have time to do the organising." it had happened and happened and happened. and it comes to a time when people now take it as a norm that i will be the one to remember things, to organise things and to get things going. it is very tiring. and often, so very often, you just hope someone will take the initiative and do the planning and co-ordination and you can just attend and be merry.
so increasingly, i find it very hard to convince myself that i am not being taken for granted. sighs, why am i now ranting? or am i just tired and stressed up before the lunar new year?
Thursday, 11 February 2010
irritable me
i was highly irritable today...
and i guessed it was partly cos of the car park fine and the series of unfortunate incidences involving gangster drivers. and the fact that i had to wait for a friend to knock off work didn't help. i got even more irritable... so, all the words that came out of me during the evening dinner with my friends sounded like someone had offended me big time... and for a good moment, i didn't feel like i want to celebrate lunar new year!
well... i think i need drink lots of cold water, take deep breathes and do some meditation.
gangster drivers
what's with drivers these days? just these 2 days, i got honked by 3-4 drivers. and it was not becos i was in the wrong. in fact, 2 of the cases involved truck drivers trying to squeeze from 3 to 2 to 1 lane at the pie/ cte junction in the afternoon. the drivers were behaving like gangsters and they were trying to push me out of the squeeze... and worst of all, i couldn't do anything but move forward cos on one side, i had the trucks, on the other side, i had double white lines... so i acted blur and just drove on. in the end, the trucks slowed down and drove behind me. damned it. next time, you wanna drive people out of the squeeze, at least give people the space to get out of the squeeze.
similarly at imm after lunch with damien, i signalled my intention to turn right onto the main road. seeing my signal, one honda stream sped forward and refused to give way to me. when i eventually managed to turn in front of him, he damned freaking buay song and tried again to overtake me as it was a one lane road. again, i managed to overtake when the car in front of him stopped to turn right. i could sense his frustration as he hastily switched lane and sped towards me again... this pattern of trying to overtake me repeated a couple of times. and each time, he was slowed down by cars in front of him... quite sickening to see such drivers. rude and worst of all, endangering people's lives.
and i was even more aghast with another case. it happened this evening and involved a mercedez (car plate starting with scr). the driver, a late-40s/ early 50s uncle, was weaving in and out of the slow traffic along ecp towards bedok. and when he approached the point where cars were filtering into the highway, he suddenly switched lane and tried to overtake from the innermost lane. i suay suay happened to be halfway filtering into the highway... and next thing i knew, i saw his car swinging towards me. he then flashed his high-beam non-stop at me and honk honk honk like a mad man. wah... i really couldn't take it. he was the one speeding like a mad man and now he was behaving like someone out of woodbridge mental hospital! and he showed his displeasure by continuing to tailgate me for a while while maintaining his high and low beams. and once he had the chance, he switched to the middle lane and drove his car beside me. and he stared at me and muttered something. of cos, it is ineffective to scold someone from your car on a highway. far as i was concern, you could scolding your wife sitting beside you or for that matter, even apologizing to me... so, in short, i didn't care. and before he could do anything, i gave him my middle finger! seldom do such thing. but this time round, it breached my tolerance level. his wife must have gotten scared or must have scolded him for after that he slowed down, kept to the speed limit and maintained in the second lane. when i drove pass him a while later, he dare not even look at me.
it is not often that i curse people. but today alone, i found myself cursing people again. damned it! wanna die, go and die yourself. don't drag people along. damned it...
wtf!
similarly at imm after lunch with damien, i signalled my intention to turn right onto the main road. seeing my signal, one honda stream sped forward and refused to give way to me. when i eventually managed to turn in front of him, he damned freaking buay song and tried again to overtake me as it was a one lane road. again, i managed to overtake when the car in front of him stopped to turn right. i could sense his frustration as he hastily switched lane and sped towards me again... this pattern of trying to overtake me repeated a couple of times. and each time, he was slowed down by cars in front of him... quite sickening to see such drivers. rude and worst of all, endangering people's lives.
and i was even more aghast with another case. it happened this evening and involved a mercedez (car plate starting with scr). the driver, a late-40s/ early 50s uncle, was weaving in and out of the slow traffic along ecp towards bedok. and when he approached the point where cars were filtering into the highway, he suddenly switched lane and tried to overtake from the innermost lane. i suay suay happened to be halfway filtering into the highway... and next thing i knew, i saw his car swinging towards me. he then flashed his high-beam non-stop at me and honk honk honk like a mad man. wah... i really couldn't take it. he was the one speeding like a mad man and now he was behaving like someone out of woodbridge mental hospital! and he showed his displeasure by continuing to tailgate me for a while while maintaining his high and low beams. and once he had the chance, he switched to the middle lane and drove his car beside me. and he stared at me and muttered something. of cos, it is ineffective to scold someone from your car on a highway. far as i was concern, you could scolding your wife sitting beside you or for that matter, even apologizing to me... so, in short, i didn't care. and before he could do anything, i gave him my middle finger! seldom do such thing. but this time round, it breached my tolerance level. his wife must have gotten scared or must have scolded him for after that he slowed down, kept to the speed limit and maintained in the second lane. when i drove pass him a while later, he dare not even look at me.
it is not often that i curse people. but today alone, i found myself cursing people again. damned it! wanna die, go and die yourself. don't drag people along. damned it...
wtf!
my friend ben
i think i can christen my friend ben as my `fine' friend already.
i first got to know ben from fridae (i think). that was in 2003. and we exchanged some emails. and eventually went on to chat on msn. and we got along pretty well and decided to meet one fine afternoon for drinks. so i went to pick him up and while chatting with him and driving, i drove through a red light. split second too late. i got 4 demerit points and $150 fine... that was the first time we met... we hardly meet after that due to different work schedules.
i went over to states to work in 2004, deregistered my old number, lost my phone, delete my friend list in fridae (following being called up by msd in 2005) all contribute to the eventual losing contact with him. and today, i met him again when i went to the pool for a tan. it has been more than 5 years. and before i left the pool, i walked over and spoke to him. and we spent some 15 minutes catching up. i left the pool after that. and i found a car park fine on my windscreen. over-parked by 15 minutes. hahaha.. such coincidence. seemed like each time i meet him, i get fined.
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fine
went for a tan at the pool yesterday and to do some reading. and when i left the pool, i saw the car park attendant uncle at my car. he was about to leave. and on my windscreen, a car park fine...
damned it! it was just 2 days before the auspicious lunar new year and i am getting a fine. damned it! and my first natural innermost response was one of anger and hostility. one that was targeted at the uncle. and i cursed him and everything associated with him, he deserved to be condemned, to be burned in hell... i did not try to explain to him why i was late or cook up some excuse. he would probably give me some lame answers or worst still tell me that being a car owner, i can easily afford the fine (yes! this happened to be before. and i thought the uncle that said this was superbly mean. but that was another story). furthermore, i do not have the habit of cooking up stories. not me at all. anyway, the uncle saw me coming. and he quickly packed up, mounted his scooter and rode off. and my eyes tailed him and my mind continued all the hostile thoughts about him...
but as my hostile thoughts cooled off, i took it objectively. yes, it was a fucking sour and lousy feeling. but it was a fact that i had overparked by 15min. and it was a fact that the uncle was only doing what he was paid to do. i guessed i was angry with the whole notion of being fined. and i was also angry with the fact that the phrasing in the fine suggest that i do it on purpose. that i had a deliberate intention of wanting to cheat. but then again, that is the tone used for all fines - parking fines, speeding fines, etc... it is all part of the system. just have to accept it and move on.
i came home. logged in to the internet and paid up the $6 and quickly got rid of the piece of fine. although i am not a superstitious person, it still irked me big time to have such a piece of paper in my house over the auspicious new year period. and as ryan said, 小财不出,大财不入 (direct translation for small fortune don't go out, big fortune don't come in)... and 破财挡灾 (meaning losing monies to avert a disaster).
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damned it! it was just 2 days before the auspicious lunar new year and i am getting a fine. damned it! and my first natural innermost response was one of anger and hostility. one that was targeted at the uncle. and i cursed him and everything associated with him, he deserved to be condemned, to be burned in hell... i did not try to explain to him why i was late or cook up some excuse. he would probably give me some lame answers or worst still tell me that being a car owner, i can easily afford the fine (yes! this happened to be before. and i thought the uncle that said this was superbly mean. but that was another story). furthermore, i do not have the habit of cooking up stories. not me at all. anyway, the uncle saw me coming. and he quickly packed up, mounted his scooter and rode off. and my eyes tailed him and my mind continued all the hostile thoughts about him...
but as my hostile thoughts cooled off, i took it objectively. yes, it was a fucking sour and lousy feeling. but it was a fact that i had overparked by 15min. and it was a fact that the uncle was only doing what he was paid to do. i guessed i was angry with the whole notion of being fined. and i was also angry with the fact that the phrasing in the fine suggest that i do it on purpose. that i had a deliberate intention of wanting to cheat. but then again, that is the tone used for all fines - parking fines, speeding fines, etc... it is all part of the system. just have to accept it and move on.
i came home. logged in to the internet and paid up the $6 and quickly got rid of the piece of fine. although i am not a superstitious person, it still irked me big time to have such a piece of paper in my house over the auspicious new year period. and as ryan said, 小财不出,大财不入 (direct translation for small fortune don't go out, big fortune don't come in)... and 破财挡灾 (meaning losing monies to avert a disaster).
:-)
chatty mum
almost wanted to title this post as `talkative mum'! heh heh... but that kinda title carries too much negative connotations. so i thought `chatty mum' would be nicer. and yes, it is perhaps also more accurate.
mum has been chatting with me quite often lately. and she even called me on my phone 2 days back to chat. we ended up talking for a little more than half an hour. really, i couldn't recall when was the last time i spoke on the phone to her for so long. and yesterday, when i visited her, she asked to go to the block garden to chit chat. we ended up chatting for almost an hour! the topics covered were always similar (in fact, they were the same!), but it still felt so good to be able to do so.
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mum has been chatting with me quite often lately. and she even called me on my phone 2 days back to chat. we ended up talking for a little more than half an hour. really, i couldn't recall when was the last time i spoke on the phone to her for so long. and yesterday, when i visited her, she asked to go to the block garden to chit chat. we ended up chatting for almost an hour! the topics covered were always similar (in fact, they were the same!), but it still felt so good to be able to do so.
:-)
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
sorry, phone lost
u kinda know where u stand when u sent out lny wishes and many ex-colleagues (yes! many many) reverted asking who u are and telling u they had (regretably) just lost their phone...
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happy lunar new year!
thought i'd beat the traffic jam this year and smsed all my friends lunar new year greetings earlier today. may the year of the tiger be a happy, successful and healthy one for all!happy lunar new year! gong xi fa cai!
:-)
Monday, 8 February 2010
sunbirds
it's so nice and sweet to have little sunbirds (i think it is the yellow-breasted sunbird [sinnyris jugularis frenatus]) visit the house everyday!
i think it must be the sunbird breeding season now cos of late, i have busy sunbirds visitng my house to collect sapphie's fur (for their nest building i supposed?). it is cute to see them fluttering into the balcony, hop around while looking around for dog fur, pick them up, and fly off. and once a while, the sunbird will even hop into the house onto sapphie's water bowl!
:-)
Sunday, 7 February 2010
end of spring cleaning!
i shall finish my spring cleaning today! been a whole week of cleaning. and it's 98% done. one more cabinet & one chair to clean, living room and bedroom floors to mop and kitchen floor to wash and i am done!
hurray!
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hurray!
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mum's dream
think my mum's condition has worsened over the past 2 weeks, and esp few days. she had been talking lots about the past and getting more forgetful about things. she had some pains at her stomach and her back and the hospital found stomach ulcers as well as nerve impingement from her scoliosis. and she had a fall couple of days back. and these whole series of issues was rather upsetting. and when i visited her on fri, her eyes were swollen and red. the domestic helper told me mum cried the whole morning. and she cried again when i spoke with her. she told me that my granddad (her father) visited her in her dreams the nite before and spoke with her about lots and lots of things.... out of these, some of the rather worrisome things my granddad told her were that
and after some concurrent quick reflections while prodding my mum to continue telling me about her dreams, i concluded that all that she had said was actually her deepest worries and fears. worries that fears formed from what she had been observing and that had stayed hidden her subconscious all these while. it was also a reflection of how she sensemade the things i told/ did not tell her. for eg, about the praying bits was something i've been telling her daily, about not going out and not getting monies from my brother, these were what i'd been telling her all these while to help calm her when she got upset after my brother chided her for wanting to go out. as for the money bits, i guessed it could have resulted as i had not told her in detail how i had used my salaries. and given her assumptions that i was earning loads and loads of money (if only it was true), i must therefore be splurging on my monies on my friends.
once i was able to sensemake all these things, it was actually quite easy to explain to her as tenderly as possible how all these perceptions were not true and that she should try to explain to my granddad the truth when he visits her in her dreams again. sighs... it was interesting that in the conversation with her, i frequently alternate my messages' focus between my granddad and her and she did not even realize it. and after doing several iterations, i got a breakthrough. she said she was no longer worried (notice how my granddad disappeared here?) and that she was satisfied that i had not been splurging my monies... i think i will have to start to refocus my messaging to her on a daily basis so that i can convinced her thru and thru abt money issues.challenges of managing an elderly with dementia. but i guess if i can see things from her point of views, it would help a lot to better understand how i can allay her worries and fears and let her have some peace of mind.
- there is tis particular person who is really bad and wants to harm me and has apparently casted a spell on me.
- my house has been totally "black-magicked" and that i am keeping a man in the hse.
- i am only using a small portion of money i earned to look after her and that i have been giving all my monies to this very bad person.
- he (my granddad) is looking over her and he knows which of her sons are true about taking care of her.
- that she should not not go out too often in case she falls and that she should not ask money from my brother cos he does not earn much.
- that she is very pitiful cos she has lost her husband (my dad) and that her siblings are not looking after her.
- that she should pray daily so that the gods will protect her and watch over her.
etc etc etc...
and after some concurrent quick reflections while prodding my mum to continue telling me about her dreams, i concluded that all that she had said was actually her deepest worries and fears. worries that fears formed from what she had been observing and that had stayed hidden her subconscious all these while. it was also a reflection of how she sensemade the things i told/ did not tell her. for eg, about the praying bits was something i've been telling her daily, about not going out and not getting monies from my brother, these were what i'd been telling her all these while to help calm her when she got upset after my brother chided her for wanting to go out. as for the money bits, i guessed it could have resulted as i had not told her in detail how i had used my salaries. and given her assumptions that i was earning loads and loads of money (if only it was true), i must therefore be splurging on my monies on my friends.
once i was able to sensemake all these things, it was actually quite easy to explain to her as tenderly as possible how all these perceptions were not true and that she should try to explain to my granddad the truth when he visits her in her dreams again. sighs... it was interesting that in the conversation with her, i frequently alternate my messages' focus between my granddad and her and she did not even realize it. and after doing several iterations, i got a breakthrough. she said she was no longer worried (notice how my granddad disappeared here?) and that she was satisfied that i had not been splurging my monies... i think i will have to start to refocus my messaging to her on a daily basis so that i can convinced her thru and thru abt money issues.challenges of managing an elderly with dementia. but i guess if i can see things from her point of views, it would help a lot to better understand how i can allay her worries and fears and let her have some peace of mind.
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
of spring cleaning & traditions
been doing my spring cleaning over the last 5 days. thus far, i have done 80% of the house. i still have my room to do. i think this is the longest time i've taken for spring cleaning. but frankly, i think i am doing more than just spring cleaning. apart from cleaning every little corners and crevices, and the content of my cabinets, storeroom, etc, i am also taking the opportunity to do a bit of self-renovation. for example, i am revarnishing my kitchen door frame this year! several years back, there were some stains and marks on the door frame and i painted a layer of brown paint over. this, too, has been stained over time and is starting to show signs of peeling. and so, i decided i shall revarnish the whole door frame again. not an easy task. lots of preparation before varnishing. need to clean, sand-paper off the paint and old varnish, dry, etc. and today, i've managed to finish only one side of the door frame. will try to complete the whole frame by this sat before applying a new coat of varnish. i am sure it would look brand new! it's always a good opportunity to redo all these woodwork and stuff when spring cleaning.
yup, it's tiring, but it's satisfying. once i've done the door frame and my bedroom, i'll wash the floor of the house and i'm done! am giving myself up to this sunday to complete everything cos it'll be 24th day of the last lunar month this coming sunday. traditionally, this would also be the day where my mum sent the gods back to heaven. and once that is done, she would hang up the red banner (ang chai). i do not have any altars in my house and thus i do not observe such practises. but i would observe this deadline and also hang the ang chai once i complete my spring cleaning. it is a good deadline to observe cos it allows me one week to do other lunar new year preparations.
these were some of the many small things that my mum practised as part of the family tradition. and i do believe, these were the very same things that her parents, and her parents' parents used to do. many of these practises has taoist underpinnings and origins. but i can see many good in them. good points that are not necessarily related to any religious reasons and i would very much like to continue these practises. also, i strongly believe that in practising such little things, it allows me to reconnect with my forefathers in a way that i can never imagine i could. these practises define me as a member of my family. and it defines me as a chinese.
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Tuesday, 2 February 2010
long or thick?
ha ha... are we finally letting our hair down or what? previously, there was an ad about pleasure of sucking, and now, there's one about length and thickness...
hmmm...
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toilet bowls
i am so bloody annoyed with toilet bowls that flush even when you move a little bit! it's impossible to shit properly and wipe your arse without getting wet! damned it!
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Monday, 1 February 2010
h1n1 jab
after my ultrasound scan, i had some time to waste before my chiropractic appointment. so decided to drop by the marine parade polyclinic for the h1n1 jab. straight forward procedure with no hassle. simply walked in, registered, got the jab and off i went all in less than 20min! i was impressed.
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ps: oh, oh... perhaps not totally impressed. the nurse tat gave me the jab wore a set of uniform that looked like it hadn't been washed for a few months. dark sweat stains, ink marks, dirt, etc... but despite this and her not too smooth english, i thought she was very nice and very service-oriented!
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ps: oh, oh... perhaps not totally impressed. the nurse tat gave me the jab wore a set of uniform that looked like it hadn't been washed for a few months. dark sweat stains, ink marks, dirt, etc... but despite this and her not too smooth english, i thought she was very nice and very service-oriented!
ultrasound scan
went to the outram polyclinic for my liver, pancreas and kidney ultrsound scan this morning. this scan ordered by my doctor as a result of raised liver enzymes. the details of the scan results will only be known when i see the doctor again in mid-march. no details as yet although the radiologist did give some hints that there might be some kidney stones in my left kidney...
hmmm...
hmmm...
spring cleaning
been spring cleaning for the past 2 days and have barely finished half the house. argh... perhaps i am a really detailed person. you see, for spring cleaning, i will turn the house inside out, upside down and clean everything i can get my hands on! and i will dig every corners and crevices to clean out the dust. and along the way, i'd also clean the contents of the cupboard and cabinets, throw away things, reorganise things, rearrange things, buy new things, change things, la la la...
but one thing is for sure. the feeling after finishing the cleaning is really good. and the wind that blows through the house seemed so much stronger and colder (macam now the wall got less resistance). and oh, the air seemed so much fresher too.
then again after all these cleaning, two things will happen:
- my dog will screw everything up by letting loose all her fur... damned it!
- before i can even say the, lunar new year will flash by and i will start wondering why i'd spend so much of my precious time cleaning the house.
and then, next year, i start this routine all over again.
heh heh...
Saturday, 30 January 2010
spring cleaning thoughts
some thoughts that crossed my mind as i was doing my spring cleaning...
(1) valentines will occur on the same day as lunar new year this year. and i cannot help but feel that valentines seemed so lame and superficial when compared to lunar new year... then again, there are things that are common between the two. take away the lovey dovey idea about valentines and the cupid shit and we can see that both are about spending good quality times with your loved ones and renewing, reflecting and celebrating that relationship (be they family, relatives, friends, spouse, partner, la la la).
(2) while doing spring cleaning, we should work systematically from top down, from inside to outside and from front to back . now, now, don't start thinking crooked. by top to down, what i mean is that we should clean things from top downwards. this include window panes, cabinets, walls, tiles, doors etc. and the reason is simple. water flows down. and so, when you start with the top, you will avoid having the cleaned areas getting dirty by soiled water later on. secondly, from inside to outside. this is especially so for areas that we use to keep things (eg cabinets & cupboards). cos when we clean the interior, we generally mess up the exterior and thus cleaning the interior first will save time and effort. as for front to back. this is generally true if the water source is in the kitchen. put more accurately - from places away from the water source to the water source. this is becos when we clean, we need water. and our journeys will therefore radiate from the water source. so, doing things from far away towards the water source will help us avoid having to clean up messes due to water spilling from the pails etc...
and of cos, yes, after reading this, you must be thinking that i must be really out of my mind to think and reflect on such stuff while doing spring cleaning! to put in perspective, some other not too pleasant thoughts did passed through me too. for example, shit! dirty! oily! yukks! bloody hell! wtf! and what have yous... there! this should put things in perspective.
ha ha, ok, so much for my runaway thoughts... shall go back to my spring cleaning...
:-)
Thursday, 28 January 2010
of condo & whorehouse
my condo had just done up the cny decor and i must say it looked pretty bright and erm... whorehousey. ha ha! and i smsed a lesbian neighbour earlier and this was how our conversation went:
me: go take a look @ the walkway beside our pool. cgreen condo has just been converted to cgreen whore house!
joyce (my lesbian neighbour): huh! damn! i just left the place. i was in the gym just now. what's the commotion?
me: the cny lights! raise the red lanterns!
joyce : i thought got bikini party with girls all over. ha ha ha... so i am not missing much.
me: haiz! why did i forget i am talking to a lesbian! ha!
joyce : hahahaha you said pool and whores... i am sure anyone can come up with that link!
me: !!!
well, i guessed it's a difference in perspective and interpretation of words between gays and lesbians. and perhaps between an uncle and a young girl... hahaha... well, watever...
:-)
me: go take a look @ the walkway beside our pool. cgreen condo has just been converted to cgreen whore house!
joyce (my lesbian neighbour): huh! damn! i just left the place. i was in the gym just now. what's the commotion?
me: the cny lights! raise the red lanterns!
joyce : i thought got bikini party with girls all over. ha ha ha... so i am not missing much.
me: haiz! why did i forget i am talking to a lesbian! ha!
joyce : hahahaha you said pool and whores... i am sure anyone can come up with that link!
me: !!!
well, i guessed it's a difference in perspective and interpretation of words between gays and lesbians. and perhaps between an uncle and a young girl... hahaha... well, watever...
:-)
happy & sad
i brought my mum to the temples at paya lebar and kg baru over these two days. she had been rather insistent about going. and i could understand why.
temples had been one of the pillar of my mum's life. all her life's happiness, sadness, disappointments, hopes, favours, etc had been uttered in front of the gods. and it had been her source of moral and spiritual support her whole life. far as i could recall, her requests had always been about the family's health, my smooth career, about my brother getting a wife, about him being blessed with good people and good fortune at work, etc. all very selfless and borned out of a mother's love for her children. in fact, this had been the angle of her requests all her life! and with every request fulfilled, she would dutifully go and make offerings as a form of thanks. and it was no different over the past two days. she had wanted to give thanks to the gods for answering the favours she had asked for me as well as my brothers. i guessed her motivation to want to give thanks despite her pain arose from her deep respect (or fear? heh heh...) of the gods. and after giving her thanks, i could see her face really brightening up. there was a huge sense of fulfillment of duty. it was such a happy sight to watch. and it made me feel so good.
but at the same time, i also felt sad. and both days, she said she had been chided by my brother for wanting to go to the temple so often. i am sure his words were borned out of concern for her in case she fall down but i guessed he had uttered his words a bit too fast. if only he had held back and tried to understand why she wanted to do so. it was also regretful that my mum took it a little too negatively. as a result, she made up her mind that she would never go pray at temples again. and she made it very clear that the visit today would be her last. forever. and she even thanked me at the end of the visit. it felt weird hearing it. against the backdrop of how the temple and her life had been so inter-twined, i could imagine how lousy she must have felt to say it out. and putting myself in her shoes, i felt sad. very sad. and her words of thanks felt painful to me. it almost seemed like she's doing her final dues before leaving us for good. i might have over-dramatized a little too far, but i couldn't help it. it was hard not to think it this way when you hear the tone of her words. thinking of things this way, i felt a lump in my throat.
giving thanks
today almost seemed similar to yesterday. again mum called asking me to bring her to the temple. only differences was that (1) she called late morning, and (2) she could not remember where this temple was... here's the story.
mum called and i picked up the phone. can you bring me to the temple today? she asked. well, which temple do you want to go? the one located beside the big church she answered. which one? why did you want to go to this temple? oh, the one located near gu jia chwee (chinatown). i want to go there to thank the gods for answering my prayers... came the reply. hmmm, so which temple is it? tu, tu... the one where ah ban's ashes were kept... i went there to seek some favours from the gods 6 months ago. ah kuah brought me there... (ah ban was my late uncle, her late brother and ah kuah was her friend). well, you very much get the idea where the conversation was heading. hmm, 6 months ago? no possible. no i thought. she had not gone anywhere without me knowing 6 months ago, let alone went out with ah kuah her friend. i tried to probe further, but got no further info. she couldn't remember the location. yet, she insisted her memory was correct and that she was not able to reveal to me what she had prayed for...
i decided not to ask further and went ahead to do as she asked. i suspected (actually i was quite convinced) it was her dementia at play again. nonetheless, i drove to her place and picked her up. and before we set off, she asked me to help her buy powder. the old traditional type that we used to pray to the moon goddess and to the seven fairies. ha ha... that itself was a huge challenge cos i really did not know where to get. and even mum herself did not know. apparently she had asked the domestic helper to bring her out to buy earlier in the morning and after walking around the central, they went home empty handed, save for some loose flowers. i drove a short distance and decided to try one of the neighbourhood shophouses. and as luck may have it, or perhaps the gods were guiding me, i walked right into a joss paper shop once i walked out of the car park. and something told me i could find it in this shop instead of a supermarket! heh heh.... and yes, i got it. altho mum refused to tell me what she had prayed for, just by looking at what she had bought, i already knew. when i gave it to mum, you should see how she broke into a huge sunshine smile and started laughing! "wa... you so clever! know that this is exactly what i had wanted" she exclaimed in hokkien. that itself made my day! it was priceless!
based on her description, i looked up the street directory for religious places where a church and a taost temple co-exist side-by-side. i told her i would drive her around chinatown to look for it. but to pre-empt any possible disappointment if we could not find the temple, i told her god would still be happy if she set up an altar at home and give thanks there. and that i would place the powder under a tree for god to recieve it after the prayers. she reluctantly agreed provided i could not find the temple. driving around chinatown and tiong bahru, i found 2 possible temples. each time, she said it was not the correct one. and to trying give me a better description, she said - bus number 61 stops there. hmmm, frankly, it was not very useful at all. telling a person who drives what bus goes there was totally useless. finally, she said my brother had brought her there before... and so, i gave him a call and i got the answer. apparently, the temple was located at kampong baru. nearer to telok blangah. quite a distance from chinatown! heh heh...
driving there was an amazement in itself! mum had been rite all along! there was a bus 61. there was a huge church. and there was indeed a temple. and to get into the temple hall, she had to negotiate 2 flight of steps. willingly she did. this was despite her painful knees. i guessed her commitment and desire to want to repay the gods overruled all feelings of pain. in no time, she completed her prayers. and i sent her back. through the afternoon of engaging her, i figured she was brought to the temple by ah kuah, her lifelong good friend, 6 years ago to make a request to the resident god for my brother and i to settle down (read - get a wife). my brother had finally gotten married and she felt she needed to give thanks.
really, after this whole episode, i felt a little guilty and ashamed of myself for doubting her and suspecting it was her dementia at play when she called me earlier. i was however glad i took her to hunt for the temple and that i could help her realize her desire to give thanks. it was such a good feeling to be able to see her cheered up after the prayers.
:-)
mum called and i picked up the phone. can you bring me to the temple today? she asked. well, which temple do you want to go? the one located beside the big church she answered. which one? why did you want to go to this temple? oh, the one located near gu jia chwee (chinatown). i want to go there to thank the gods for answering my prayers... came the reply. hmmm, so which temple is it? tu, tu... the one where ah ban's ashes were kept... i went there to seek some favours from the gods 6 months ago. ah kuah brought me there... (ah ban was my late uncle, her late brother and ah kuah was her friend). well, you very much get the idea where the conversation was heading. hmm, 6 months ago? no possible. no i thought. she had not gone anywhere without me knowing 6 months ago, let alone went out with ah kuah her friend. i tried to probe further, but got no further info. she couldn't remember the location. yet, she insisted her memory was correct and that she was not able to reveal to me what she had prayed for...
i decided not to ask further and went ahead to do as she asked. i suspected (actually i was quite convinced) it was her dementia at play again. nonetheless, i drove to her place and picked her up. and before we set off, she asked me to help her buy powder. the old traditional type that we used to pray to the moon goddess and to the seven fairies. ha ha... that itself was a huge challenge cos i really did not know where to get. and even mum herself did not know. apparently she had asked the domestic helper to bring her out to buy earlier in the morning and after walking around the central, they went home empty handed, save for some loose flowers. i drove a short distance and decided to try one of the neighbourhood shophouses. and as luck may have it, or perhaps the gods were guiding me, i walked right into a joss paper shop once i walked out of the car park. and something told me i could find it in this shop instead of a supermarket! heh heh.... and yes, i got it. altho mum refused to tell me what she had prayed for, just by looking at what she had bought, i already knew. when i gave it to mum, you should see how she broke into a huge sunshine smile and started laughing! "wa... you so clever! know that this is exactly what i had wanted" she exclaimed in hokkien. that itself made my day! it was priceless!
based on her description, i looked up the street directory for religious places where a church and a taost temple co-exist side-by-side. i told her i would drive her around chinatown to look for it. but to pre-empt any possible disappointment if we could not find the temple, i told her god would still be happy if she set up an altar at home and give thanks there. and that i would place the powder under a tree for god to recieve it after the prayers. she reluctantly agreed provided i could not find the temple. driving around chinatown and tiong bahru, i found 2 possible temples. each time, she said it was not the correct one. and to trying give me a better description, she said - bus number 61 stops there. hmmm, frankly, it was not very useful at all. telling a person who drives what bus goes there was totally useless. finally, she said my brother had brought her there before... and so, i gave him a call and i got the answer. apparently, the temple was located at kampong baru. nearer to telok blangah. quite a distance from chinatown! heh heh...
driving there was an amazement in itself! mum had been rite all along! there was a bus 61. there was a huge church. and there was indeed a temple. and to get into the temple hall, she had to negotiate 2 flight of steps. willingly she did. this was despite her painful knees. i guessed her commitment and desire to want to repay the gods overruled all feelings of pain. in no time, she completed her prayers. and i sent her back. through the afternoon of engaging her, i figured she was brought to the temple by ah kuah, her lifelong good friend, 6 years ago to make a request to the resident god for my brother and i to settle down (read - get a wife). my brother had finally gotten married and she felt she needed to give thanks.
really, after this whole episode, i felt a little guilty and ashamed of myself for doubting her and suspecting it was her dementia at play when she called me earlier. i was however glad i took her to hunt for the temple and that i could help her realize her desire to give thanks. it was such a good feeling to be able to see her cheered up after the prayers.
:-)
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
weird behaviour
mum has been behaving weird of late.
this morning, i literally jumped out of bed when i saw my phone registered 22 missed calls! and this was when i had just managed to take a short 3-hour nap after a whole night of tossing and turning. fearing something bad had happened, i immediately called my brother's place. and guessed what? mum answered and asked if i could go over and drive her to the temple. she added that i should go over as soon as i could. and even after suggesting that we go after lunch, she insisted otherwise. sensing something wrong, i did not try to re-convince her and rushed through brushing my teeth, changing up and rushed out of the house.
i asked for mum to meet me at the ground floor. when i arrived, she looked rather glum. and looking at the domestic helper, i sensed something wrong. she asked me to drive her to bedok before heading to the temple as she needed to buy joss sticks, joss papers, offerings and other prayer stuff. i dutifully did so. apparently she had remembered she made some requests from the gods a couple of months back and now wanted to return the dues. and it must be done before the gods return to heaven before the lunar new year. during the journey, i managed to get her to tell me what's wrong. and boy was she full of complains. all these complains sounded like an old woman feeling too bored and being jealous with the fact that her son is spending more time with his new wife. she complained that my brother has been rather rude to her of late, allegedly telling her that she had caused the untility bill to increase, not giving her money to go out, and so on... but looking from her perspective, i can understand her frustrations.
this morning, after remembering that she needed to go to the temple, she asked my brother for cash. but instead of doing so, he allegedly told her off and asked why she so liked to go temple so much. he added that being old, she should just stay at home. in the end, he did not give her the money. and mum resorted to borrowing from the domestic helper! hmmm, well, i know not of all the details. but knowing my brother's character, i thought it might be possible that he indeed had been venting his anger and raising his voice at her. but then again, i did not want to take sides. instead, i asked her to reflect on the fact that perhaps my brother could have said things a little rudely, but his intentions had been one of concern that being old, it would be risky for her to go out so often. but it was not easy to convince her given that she herself had been convinced that my brother has been unfairly treating her. and given what happened this morning, she was so convinced that her visit to the temple today would be her last. and as she spoke, she cried.
and she started to relate stories that made her angry. her stories included events from aeons ago! she spoke of how my dad left her long time back, how my aunt caused her to miscarry, how she was ill-treated by my grandma, la la la... and the terms she used sounded very crude and angry. it was clear that she had not been able to forgive and move on from events that happened over 40 years ago.
and it struck me.
her dementia has worsened. the indicators were clear. she had been rather irritable lately. and she had been behaving like she needed a lot more attention. she remembered all those things that happened years ago and talked like as though they had only happened recently. added to this, some of the things she said did not seem to make sense. her sense of numbers and time were often mixed up. in the car, she was convinced today is the seventh lunar month, yet she told me new year is coming... hmmm... challenging indeed. i listened. i corrected her gently when needed. i maintained a consistent sense of calm and kept reminding her of buddha and his teachings. i reminded her that as good buddhist, we should learn to forgive and move on and to continue to do our prayers. over the few hours i was with her, i managed to cool her down. and after visiting the temple, she certainly looked a lot more composed and happy. she had finally returned the dues to the gods for her prayers. and on the way home, she could at least laugh when i joked with her.
reflecting on all these developments, it was clear that my mum's aging process is significantly different from that of my dads'. yet one thing is consistent - that taking care of old people is very challenging. i can fully understand if my brother had indeed gotten frustrated. it had happened to me once too when i shouted at my dad. i am not saying it is justified, rather, i am saying it is difficult and needs a lot of self restraint. but when things breaks loose, people will get hurt. feelings will get hurt. and that is where i think siblings should come in and help each other. i just hope this will not happen too often.
sleepless nite
hardly slept last night. guessed my mind was too active cos i was working on my resume last night till late. at the same time, i was afraid i couldn't wake up as i had agreed to pay my 3-month overdue newspaper subscription to the newspaper man at 6-ish this morning. no choice... he came in the evening several times and each time, i was out.
yawns...
yawns...
Monday, 25 January 2010
english high tea
it's been a long while since we had english high tea. and i managed to find one at the pan pacific over the weekend. and so, we decided to give it a try today. and at 3pm, karstan, schneider, bee and i gathered at the atrium at pan pacific. and it was then that i found out the price was s$28++. not too high. all hot drinks were free flow and we could take our pick. the croissant, scones and the sandwiches were passable, but the cakes were really good! it was such a nice surprise! heh heh... and when i called for the bill, i found out that there was a promotion for uob, ocbc and amex card holders - one for one. and we ended up paying for only 2 pax!
:-)
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Sunday, 24 January 2010
new friends
recently made 2 new friends in the internet. and have been exchanging views about life in general, work, buddhism, etc. sharing of views over the net is interesting given the lack of knowledge of how we look like. and this helps bring the conversation to a whole new level of depth...
:-)
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hurray
heh... decided to play this game again today and guess what? i completed the game and broke our previous records... playing computer games may be seen as lame and a waste of time by many, myself included. but playing it once a while certainly breaks life's routines and may actually be good. i supposed it boils down to moderation. do what makes you happy but do not get addicted to it.:-)
coming out
i received a mail from hw2 today thanking me for the call. and i decided that i should do the right thing. so, i came out to her. i hope, and i am sure, she would be able to accept me as i am.
reflecting, this was not the first time i come out to people. in fact, i have done so so many times over the past decade that i am quite used to it. i only do so to people i am comfortable with. and everytime i do it, it seemed like i have to go through the whole process of thinking how they would take it, whether they are ok to have a gay friend, whether they are homophobic, la la la... again and again. i guess at end of the day, and with sufficient practise, coming out is no big deal to me.
during my early days, my first thoughts when deciding whether to come out was whether i would be risking the friendship, about how people would see me, about how people would treat me, etc. in short, it was all about me. but these days, my thoughts seemed to be more about the other party. i think it probably is a result of my being comfortable with myself. whatever the case, for whoever i come out to, i saw them go through a short period of 'sensemaking' and during this period, there were be lots of thoughts going through their minds. i am glad all my friends whom i have come out to have accepted me openly and wholeheartedly. and as a result, our friendship deepened. i am so blessed to have such friends. but for some of my friends, their experiences were a little more disappointing. some of them totally lost their friends. it is deeply regrettable. then again, perhaps we are better of without such `friends'. but well, i guess the choice is theirs.
coming out is a process that affects both parties. and i do sometimes ask - who is affected more? the gay man himself? or the one he comes out to?
:-)
ps: i do admit that i have a really long time and close friend that i have not come out to him for fear that i would really lose him....
Friday, 22 January 2010
hw2
i am writing this blog as a way to capture my sadness about a dear friend who may be required to undergo treatment for cancer very soon. she is still awaiting her tests results as i write. rather than use her name, i will abbreviate it here as hw2.
hw2 was a classmate of mine during my uni days. she was a very quiet but very nice person. after graduation, we went on to do our honours years together and we ended up being placed in the same lab. i remembered that once, when we were nearing the exams period and all of us were rushing to complete our thesis, i suddenly blacked out and almost fainted in the lab. and i was saved by hw2. i think it was due to over-exhaustion as i had worked long hours for my thesis and at the same time, helping my friends with theirs... and on that very day as i was working in the lamina flow, i felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, i felt a wave of coldness through my body, and next thing i knew, i was on the floor. hw2, who was in the lab at that moment, rushed to me and pulled me to the sofa. she held my cold hand, told me to hold on and rushed off to make some hot milo for me. that saved me. not too long after that, we graduated and did not keep much in contact since then. that was in mar 1991.
it was funny but somehow sometime 4-5 years ago, she managed to get my email and sent me a mail. we re-established contact after that and that was when we managed to play catch up learning about how each of us had gone on with life after graduation. she eventually married one of our department post grad students and moved to france with him (he's french). they are now happily married with 2 beautiful sons. although our correspondences dwindled with time, 2 thing remained constant - she would consistently would sent me her annual reflections and some photos of her family yearly (it was this that motivated me to do my annual reflections in my blog). in addition, she would occasionally sent hand-written letters and self-recorded french songs to me. it was so so sweet of her to do so. these emails reflects on her as a deeply caring person and the letters gave me a good understanding of her life in france. and through me, i also managed to expand our emails to some of our closer uni friends. thus, in a way, she was part of the group, yet divided by distance. and she made the resolution that she would one day have dinner with all of us.
last dec, as per her usual practise, she sent out her reflections to us. this time round, her email sounded rather dark and after reading, we all got worried. you see, a lump was found in her breast recently. following further examinations, she was told she had to undergo mastectomy in jan 2010. this discovery was a huge blow to her. it forced her to reflect deeply into her life, her family, her kids and her friends. when we read her email, we were concerned. it became the talking point during our annual christmas dinner and drinks. but, we couldn't do anything except to wish her well and to keep her in our thoughts.
hw2 eventually went for her mastectomy last week. and i gave her a call yesterday. it was meant to be a surprise to cheer her up, to say hello to her and to sent her my other uni friend's regards. but i was not prepared to hear what she had to tell. after the procedure, the doctors had also discovered that one of her lymph nodes had been affected. as a result, they have ordered for more tests to determine the extend of its spread. and she shared that she might have to start chemotherapy treatments before lunar new year. talking to her, i could sense her helpless frustrations amidst her cheerfulness. and for me, there was nothing i could do except to ask her to take very good care of herself, be optimistic and to leave things in god's good hands. the conversation was short. we ended the conversation with her telling me that she still wants to make sure she joins our uni friends group for dinner.
i wish her well. i really do.
hw2 was a classmate of mine during my uni days. she was a very quiet but very nice person. after graduation, we went on to do our honours years together and we ended up being placed in the same lab. i remembered that once, when we were nearing the exams period and all of us were rushing to complete our thesis, i suddenly blacked out and almost fainted in the lab. and i was saved by hw2. i think it was due to over-exhaustion as i had worked long hours for my thesis and at the same time, helping my friends with theirs... and on that very day as i was working in the lamina flow, i felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, i felt a wave of coldness through my body, and next thing i knew, i was on the floor. hw2, who was in the lab at that moment, rushed to me and pulled me to the sofa. she held my cold hand, told me to hold on and rushed off to make some hot milo for me. that saved me. not too long after that, we graduated and did not keep much in contact since then. that was in mar 1991.
it was funny but somehow sometime 4-5 years ago, she managed to get my email and sent me a mail. we re-established contact after that and that was when we managed to play catch up learning about how each of us had gone on with life after graduation. she eventually married one of our department post grad students and moved to france with him (he's french). they are now happily married with 2 beautiful sons. although our correspondences dwindled with time, 2 thing remained constant - she would consistently would sent me her annual reflections and some photos of her family yearly (it was this that motivated me to do my annual reflections in my blog). in addition, she would occasionally sent hand-written letters and self-recorded french songs to me. it was so so sweet of her to do so. these emails reflects on her as a deeply caring person and the letters gave me a good understanding of her life in france. and through me, i also managed to expand our emails to some of our closer uni friends. thus, in a way, she was part of the group, yet divided by distance. and she made the resolution that she would one day have dinner with all of us.
last dec, as per her usual practise, she sent out her reflections to us. this time round, her email sounded rather dark and after reading, we all got worried. you see, a lump was found in her breast recently. following further examinations, she was told she had to undergo mastectomy in jan 2010. this discovery was a huge blow to her. it forced her to reflect deeply into her life, her family, her kids and her friends. when we read her email, we were concerned. it became the talking point during our annual christmas dinner and drinks. but, we couldn't do anything except to wish her well and to keep her in our thoughts.
hw2 eventually went for her mastectomy last week. and i gave her a call yesterday. it was meant to be a surprise to cheer her up, to say hello to her and to sent her my other uni friend's regards. but i was not prepared to hear what she had to tell. after the procedure, the doctors had also discovered that one of her lymph nodes had been affected. as a result, they have ordered for more tests to determine the extend of its spread. and she shared that she might have to start chemotherapy treatments before lunar new year. talking to her, i could sense her helpless frustrations amidst her cheerfulness. and for me, there was nothing i could do except to ask her to take very good care of herself, be optimistic and to leave things in god's good hands. the conversation was short. we ended the conversation with her telling me that she still wants to make sure she joins our uni friends group for dinner.
i wish her well. i really do.
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
ages of life
00 - 10 - foundation laying, growing, learning
11 - 20 - trying, testing, absorbing, rebelling
21 - 30 - toiling, working like shit
31 - 40 - blossoming, flying
41 - 50 - stabilising
51 - 60 - sustaining
61 - 70 - retiring
70 onwards... resting
what say you?
11 - 20 - trying, testing, absorbing, rebelling
21 - 30 - toiling, working like shit
31 - 40 - blossoming, flying
41 - 50 - stabilising
51 - 60 - sustaining
61 - 70 - retiring
70 onwards... resting
what say you?
work-life balance
what is work-life balance?
think this term has been overused and under-understood. and i am reflecting this in this post as a result of a person whom i met today complaining to me that he is not enjoying his work and that he has no work-life balance. and when i asked him what his longer term goal was, he stared at me blankly. let me share my thoughts here.
to many, work-life balance means having more time for own disposal, family and friends. but is it that straight forward? for most of us, time for own, family and friends will never be enough rite? at end of the day, we might as well take away the whole thing called work. then again, we quickly recognise that when we do that, we will also end up with no life! i am sure there is no one who wants to work for work sake. rather, one works for the money to be able to sustain one's life. and if one needs a better life, one needs more monies. and to get it, one will need to work more. when this happens, one will invariably need to prioritise his time towards his work. so, work and life cannot be mutually exclusive with one another. they are symbiotic.
if this is the case, that i want to focus on what is the cause that motivates a person to tip his priorities towards work (instead of towards himself, his friends or for that matter, his family). my own personal take is that it is the sense of purpose as to why he is doing that work. this sense of purpose makes ones' work meaningful. and if one's work is meaningful, the whole idea of work-life balance does not exist as they are in harmony.
ok, so how does one achieve this sense of purpose? my view is that to have this sense of purpose (or in another word, for one's work to be meaningful to him), one need to be clear of his vision and long term goals. with this clarity, he will know how to select a profession that will allow him to move closer towards his longer term goals over time. ie, his profession choice is meaningful to him. this will make the motivation to work will come from within him and not purely from external sources such as monetary rewards or punishments (although they are important). when this is achieved, he will willingly prioritise and commit his time to his work when there is a need. in this state, he will never complain about work-life balance.
views?
ps: something to think about - how many business owner actually complains about work-life balance? i have not heard of any. to them, their work is their life. and their work is an outcome of their choice. the motivation to work comes from within them.
think this term has been overused and under-understood. and i am reflecting this in this post as a result of a person whom i met today complaining to me that he is not enjoying his work and that he has no work-life balance. and when i asked him what his longer term goal was, he stared at me blankly. let me share my thoughts here.
to many, work-life balance means having more time for own disposal, family and friends. but is it that straight forward? for most of us, time for own, family and friends will never be enough rite? at end of the day, we might as well take away the whole thing called work. then again, we quickly recognise that when we do that, we will also end up with no life! i am sure there is no one who wants to work for work sake. rather, one works for the money to be able to sustain one's life. and if one needs a better life, one needs more monies. and to get it, one will need to work more. when this happens, one will invariably need to prioritise his time towards his work. so, work and life cannot be mutually exclusive with one another. they are symbiotic.
if this is the case, that i want to focus on what is the cause that motivates a person to tip his priorities towards work (instead of towards himself, his friends or for that matter, his family). my own personal take is that it is the sense of purpose as to why he is doing that work. this sense of purpose makes ones' work meaningful. and if one's work is meaningful, the whole idea of work-life balance does not exist as they are in harmony.
ok, so how does one achieve this sense of purpose? my view is that to have this sense of purpose (or in another word, for one's work to be meaningful to him), one need to be clear of his vision and long term goals. with this clarity, he will know how to select a profession that will allow him to move closer towards his longer term goals over time. ie, his profession choice is meaningful to him. this will make the motivation to work will come from within him and not purely from external sources such as monetary rewards or punishments (although they are important). when this is achieved, he will willingly prioritise and commit his time to his work when there is a need. in this state, he will never complain about work-life balance.
views?
ps: something to think about - how many business owner actually complains about work-life balance? i have not heard of any. to them, their work is their life. and their work is an outcome of their choice. the motivation to work comes from within them.
Monday, 18 January 2010
names of the divine
there has been much debate about the use of the word 'allah' in malaysia. and tensions are running high and that there are people throwing things into churches etc. and when i read about postings in the internet sites about people talking about it issue, it is actually quite heartening that sensible people are aplenty.
to me, it is not a conceptual issue. i think it's simply a presentation issue. regretfully, some people wants to make it into a conceptual issue just to gain political brownie points. it is dangerous and it divides the society. let's take a look at the issue. conceptually both sides agree that there is only one god. and that both side share similar views about the origins of their believes. so, this is already a good starting point. but the muslims cannot agree to the christians using the word `allah' in christian publications as it might confuse them. but the christian's argument is that they have been using it for centuries and that the word in arab simply means god, which both side agree is universal and that there is only one god. so? is there is middle ground? i say yes. and the answer lies in how things are packaged - a presentation issue i call it.
how do we present this concept call `god'? personally, i think there is only one variable we need to agree on - language. well, of cos, and a lot of common sense.
first and fundamentally the crux of the issue, acknowledge that the word `allah' is arabic for `god'. it is not copywrited. it cannot be. and if we can agree on this, then christians should be allowed to use it in their publications provided the publications is written in arabic (language remember?). but if their publication is written in english, then the word `god' should be used. this is consistent with all other english christian publications worldwide. however if it is written in malay, then impose the ruling that they should use `tuhan' (which mean `god' in malay). as for muslims, given the historical use of `allah' in their language to depict 'god' in their publications, they could continue to use `allah' in malay publications... however, if this is unacceptable to the christians based on the argument that `allah' has also been used for centuries in malaysia in malay christian publications (ie, accepted in the malay language that allah = god), then one way out could be to continue to use `allah' but that this publication should carry the necessary words to inform people that this is a christian publication. and to ensure there is no downstream issues with other faith also starting using the word `allah', the authorities should restrict that this term could only be used only to depict `god' of the abrahamic-origins. maybe there could also be a clearer definition of this term in the malay dictionary? hmmm, back to the fact that it can be tackled by being clearer about it at the language level... :-)
seemed quite easy rite? no?
hmmm... i think it is. but i supposed when politics gets into the way and unscruplous politicians want to use it to garner support, or when there is no guts by the political leadership to want to get it rite (at the language-level) or to show any leadership in this matter, then things can only get awfully wrong...
my thoughts on this...
ps: using the historical argument, it reminded me of how sikhs are excused from shaving their beard when serving national service, as well as wearing safety helmets when riding motorbikes. but this is where common sense and agreeing not to disturb the status quo must prevail.
to me, it is not a conceptual issue. i think it's simply a presentation issue. regretfully, some people wants to make it into a conceptual issue just to gain political brownie points. it is dangerous and it divides the society. let's take a look at the issue. conceptually both sides agree that there is only one god. and that both side share similar views about the origins of their believes. so, this is already a good starting point. but the muslims cannot agree to the christians using the word `allah' in christian publications as it might confuse them. but the christian's argument is that they have been using it for centuries and that the word in arab simply means god, which both side agree is universal and that there is only one god. so? is there is middle ground? i say yes. and the answer lies in how things are packaged - a presentation issue i call it.
how do we present this concept call `god'? personally, i think there is only one variable we need to agree on - language. well, of cos, and a lot of common sense.
first and fundamentally the crux of the issue, acknowledge that the word `allah' is arabic for `god'. it is not copywrited. it cannot be. and if we can agree on this, then christians should be allowed to use it in their publications provided the publications is written in arabic (language remember?). but if their publication is written in english, then the word `god' should be used. this is consistent with all other english christian publications worldwide. however if it is written in malay, then impose the ruling that they should use `tuhan' (which mean `god' in malay). as for muslims, given the historical use of `allah' in their language to depict 'god' in their publications, they could continue to use `allah' in malay publications... however, if this is unacceptable to the christians based on the argument that `allah' has also been used for centuries in malaysia in malay christian publications (ie, accepted in the malay language that allah = god), then one way out could be to continue to use `allah' but that this publication should carry the necessary words to inform people that this is a christian publication. and to ensure there is no downstream issues with other faith also starting using the word `allah', the authorities should restrict that this term could only be used only to depict `god' of the abrahamic-origins. maybe there could also be a clearer definition of this term in the malay dictionary? hmmm, back to the fact that it can be tackled by being clearer about it at the language level... :-)
seemed quite easy rite? no?
hmmm... i think it is. but i supposed when politics gets into the way and unscruplous politicians want to use it to garner support, or when there is no guts by the political leadership to want to get it rite (at the language-level) or to show any leadership in this matter, then things can only get awfully wrong...
my thoughts on this...
ps: using the historical argument, it reminded me of how sikhs are excused from shaving their beard when serving national service, as well as wearing safety helmets when riding motorbikes. but this is where common sense and agreeing not to disturb the status quo must prevail.
argh!
i am feeling down...
and i think i'll be feeling down for the next few days. i hate it when my body respond this way. why do i feel down when i feel stressed. think i should go eat more sashimi. happy food.
wtf!
ps: pse don't ask me why. i will not answer...
and i think i'll be feeling down for the next few days. i hate it when my body respond this way. why do i feel down when i feel stressed. think i should go eat more sashimi. happy food.
wtf!
ps: pse don't ask me why. i will not answer...
Sunday, 17 January 2010
temple cleaning
been a superbly tiring day... but i felt happy about it. had initally planned to do spring cleaning at the temple, visit my mum and visit sungei buloh... in the end, we left the temple only at about 4plus. heh heh...
despite the fact that the temple spring cleaning started yesterday, there was still so much to clean today! when we arrived at 8.30am, there was already a whole lot of volunteers spring cleaning the place. bee and schneider were asked to clean the kitchen (think that was becos they look younger and more energetic), and i kenah asked to polish the furniture. my first thought was - haiz... give me such easy peezie task. why? becos i look old rite?... anyway, i started cleaning them. no questions asked. when in a team, do what the leader task. heh heh... the furnitures i was asked to polish was a set of old chinese furniture, the type that has lots of carvings of bats, flowers and what have yous... and the venerable asked me to wipe it with a dry cloth before polishing it with the furniture spray polish. my inital thought that it would be easy peezie turned out to be a real test of my patience! each piece of furniture had many many holes due to the carvings! and cleaning the little holes, one by one... took me about 15 minutes just to clean one single chair! and i had like over 12 chairs, 1 huge dining table and 2 side tables! argh! i only managed to finish them after about 3 hours plus. and just when i was about to finish, the shi fu came to me and asked if i could also polish the collapsible door of the main hall. hmmmm, i paused. but well, ok. gladly. really, compared to the chairs, this should be relatively easier... and yes it was. 45min and it was done.
and lunch was served. went back to do the final touch up on the collapsible door. and shi fu came along. "do you think the temple mainboard can be cleaned? (the one that carries the temples' name at thje front door) it looks a little dirty, do you think we can use chemicals? will chemicals spoil the surface" the shi fu asked. i looked up. i thought for a while. and i gave her my opinion... and she went on to ask if i could also help clean it. oh well, of cos of cos... how to turn down a shi fu rite? and so, i started on it. it was a huge board! and it was darned bloody dirty! in all, it took me an hour plus just to wipe it clean! but it was a good feeling to see it shine after the whole process. and once that was done, i went to help bee and schneider wash the kitchen floor. and once that was done, we were asked to clean the collapsible gates' metal frame at the main entrance. the layers and layers of grease built up over time was one helluva difficult to clean... but well, after the whole morning of cleaning, nothing could stop us by then. we managed to get it done in good time.
heh heh... it was one superbly long and terribly tiring day! somewhere along the way, we decided that we should just clean as much as we could and forget about sungei buloh. we had no complains about it at all. we were just too willing to help. and looking at the things cleaned after the whole process made us felt really good. but now, my whole body is aching. and i am so sure tomoorrow, i will be getting up feeling like a my whole skeleton had been just reassembled!
heh heh heh...
:-)
ps: and yes, i managed to rush to visit my mum and gave her a quick massage after that.
despite the fact that the temple spring cleaning started yesterday, there was still so much to clean today! when we arrived at 8.30am, there was already a whole lot of volunteers spring cleaning the place. bee and schneider were asked to clean the kitchen (think that was becos they look younger and more energetic), and i kenah asked to polish the furniture. my first thought was - haiz... give me such easy peezie task. why? becos i look old rite?... anyway, i started cleaning them. no questions asked. when in a team, do what the leader task. heh heh... the furnitures i was asked to polish was a set of old chinese furniture, the type that has lots of carvings of bats, flowers and what have yous... and the venerable asked me to wipe it with a dry cloth before polishing it with the furniture spray polish. my inital thought that it would be easy peezie turned out to be a real test of my patience! each piece of furniture had many many holes due to the carvings! and cleaning the little holes, one by one... took me about 15 minutes just to clean one single chair! and i had like over 12 chairs, 1 huge dining table and 2 side tables! argh! i only managed to finish them after about 3 hours plus. and just when i was about to finish, the shi fu came to me and asked if i could also polish the collapsible door of the main hall. hmmmm, i paused. but well, ok. gladly. really, compared to the chairs, this should be relatively easier... and yes it was. 45min and it was done.
and lunch was served. went back to do the final touch up on the collapsible door. and shi fu came along. "do you think the temple mainboard can be cleaned? (the one that carries the temples' name at thje front door) it looks a little dirty, do you think we can use chemicals? will chemicals spoil the surface" the shi fu asked. i looked up. i thought for a while. and i gave her my opinion... and she went on to ask if i could also help clean it. oh well, of cos of cos... how to turn down a shi fu rite? and so, i started on it. it was a huge board! and it was darned bloody dirty! in all, it took me an hour plus just to wipe it clean! but it was a good feeling to see it shine after the whole process. and once that was done, i went to help bee and schneider wash the kitchen floor. and once that was done, we were asked to clean the collapsible gates' metal frame at the main entrance. the layers and layers of grease built up over time was one helluva difficult to clean... but well, after the whole morning of cleaning, nothing could stop us by then. we managed to get it done in good time.
heh heh... it was one superbly long and terribly tiring day! somewhere along the way, we decided that we should just clean as much as we could and forget about sungei buloh. we had no complains about it at all. we were just too willing to help. and looking at the things cleaned after the whole process made us felt really good. but now, my whole body is aching. and i am so sure tomoorrow, i will be getting up feeling like a my whole skeleton had been just reassembled!
heh heh heh...
:-)
ps: and yes, i managed to rush to visit my mum and gave her a quick massage after that.
Saturday, 16 January 2010
wat a huge dick!
catchy title rite? heh heh... but well, that is really wat i am gonna write about. this post may sound pretty x-rated, but what the heck... ha!
last week, i was at bugis for lunch with a friend. and as i waited for him at the money changer near the traffic junction, i saw this guy walking around looking like he was looking for a friend. with his back towards me, he looked very much the guy next door. nothing special. but wat caught my attention was that he was taller than all the people around. he might have been 1.8m plus tall, or rather, closer to 1.9m. not too common for a chinese. and he was dressed in a rather tight black tee-shirt and tight blue jeans. must be gay i thought. and i was curious how he looked like. and when he turned around, i gasped.
usually when i look at a person, my eye would look at the face and scan the whole body, but for this chap, i forgot how he looked almost immediately. what immediately caught my eyes was the fact that he had a super huge dick! ahem... ok, he was superbly well-endowed. and how do i know? well, it was easy. i looked at his dick (heh, i no shy to admit one). ok, put more correctly, as i scanned his whole body, his dick's outline jumped out. literally! if the very tight jeans were white instead of navy blue, i could have even guessed his religion! heh heh... he was either freeballing (not wearing any underwear) or he was wearing boxer shorts. and his dick, that was positioned at 7 o'clock, extended to his thighs! quick estimate - 6-7 inches.
i couldn't believe my eyes! not possible i thought. not with a chinese. then again, my assumption was that he was soft. perhaps, just perhaps he was having a hard on i thought. but if he was indeed having one, such a position would have been terribly uncomfortable! and looking at the way he was briskly walking from point to point, my only conclusion was that it was flaccid! and if that was the case... wow! wow! wow!
anyway, that was it... he walked towards the bus stop... and then disappeared into the mall... oooooooooooooooooo....
heh heh...
last week, i was at bugis for lunch with a friend. and as i waited for him at the money changer near the traffic junction, i saw this guy walking around looking like he was looking for a friend. with his back towards me, he looked very much the guy next door. nothing special. but wat caught my attention was that he was taller than all the people around. he might have been 1.8m plus tall, or rather, closer to 1.9m. not too common for a chinese. and he was dressed in a rather tight black tee-shirt and tight blue jeans. must be gay i thought. and i was curious how he looked like. and when he turned around, i gasped.
usually when i look at a person, my eye would look at the face and scan the whole body, but for this chap, i forgot how he looked almost immediately. what immediately caught my eyes was the fact that he had a super huge dick! ahem... ok, he was superbly well-endowed. and how do i know? well, it was easy. i looked at his dick (heh, i no shy to admit one). ok, put more correctly, as i scanned his whole body, his dick's outline jumped out. literally! if the very tight jeans were white instead of navy blue, i could have even guessed his religion! heh heh... he was either freeballing (not wearing any underwear) or he was wearing boxer shorts. and his dick, that was positioned at 7 o'clock, extended to his thighs! quick estimate - 6-7 inches.
i couldn't believe my eyes! not possible i thought. not with a chinese. then again, my assumption was that he was soft. perhaps, just perhaps he was having a hard on i thought. but if he was indeed having one, such a position would have been terribly uncomfortable! and looking at the way he was briskly walking from point to point, my only conclusion was that it was flaccid! and if that was the case... wow! wow! wow!
anyway, that was it... he walked towards the bus stop... and then disappeared into the mall... oooooooooooooooooo....
heh heh...
revised resume
after attended some 6-7 sessions of the career management consultancy programme, i am at the stage whereby my resume is being scrutinized through and through. well, to be exact, not really. in fact, it was a case of them coaching me through the resume writing process to help me ensure my resume sounds really really impressive. i must admit that even i myself cannot really recognise myself after having revised it to the way they suggested. haha!
but really, looking at the way they guided me in the writing process, i thought it was quite clear they already had some mind set as to where they were going to market me. and it seemed like them trying to convince me to write my resume in a way that suits their needs... hmmm. but what the heck right? the most important thing would be that i get a job in the end, and that the job fits in to the criteria i had communicated to them.
ok, so much for the resume. it is supposed to be one of the key outcome of the first stage (self-discovery and job search). thus far, i have been seeing them once a week. next week onwards, they have suggested the frequency to be increased to twice a week. this so that they can move the coaching to interviewing, negotiating salary, etc... and of course, to start marketing me. and needless to say - hopefully, i can get a job fast so that they can get their payment.
:-)
call from hsbc
i recieved a call from hsbc earlier. this was how it went.
hsbc: hello, good morning, mr sim, i am so and so from hsbc. i call you to introduce to you a.... may i ask if it is convenient to talk to you now?... (quite a long introduction if i may say. but in short, she was trying to introduce me to a hsbc credit card).
me: ok.
hsbc: may i ask if you are earning more than fifty thousand per annum?
me: i am unemployed.
hsbc:ohokbye!
the response once i said i am umemployed was so bloody curt and so bloody fast (quite difficult to express in writing that i had to omit all the spaces between the words)! haha! and for a good while, i really enjoyed being unemployed.
hahaha!
ps: i totally dislike such tele-sales attempts. find it such a breach of my own privacy!
hsbc: hello, good morning, mr sim, i am so and so from hsbc. i call you to introduce to you a.... may i ask if it is convenient to talk to you now?... (quite a long introduction if i may say. but in short, she was trying to introduce me to a hsbc credit card).
me: ok.
hsbc: may i ask if you are earning more than fifty thousand per annum?
me: i am unemployed.
hsbc:ohokbye!
the response once i said i am umemployed was so bloody curt and so bloody fast (quite difficult to express in writing that i had to omit all the spaces between the words)! haha! and for a good while, i really enjoyed being unemployed.
hahaha!
ps: i totally dislike such tele-sales attempts. find it such a breach of my own privacy!
Friday, 15 January 2010
mental models
♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀
what do you see?
♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀
what do you now see?
mental models
we interpret what we see based on our assumptions
assumptions shaped by past experiences
and we can be awfully wrong at times
the importance of suspending judgement
.
blindness
♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀
what do you see?
♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀♂♂♀♀
what do you now see?
......................................................................
and now?
are we really better off in a coloured world?
or perhaps we are better off in a totally colour blind world
what say you?
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Thursday, 14 January 2010
man
♂
man
asexual, homosexual, bisexual, heterosexual, whatever
let us not prejudge them based on their sexuality,
we are all equal in the eyes of the divine
we are all
man
- this post is inspired by an email i recieved today -
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Wednesday, 13 January 2010
blessed am i
i feel very blessed.
i feel very blessed to have friends who time and again called up and asked me if i need their help to look for a job.
i feel very blessed to have friends who call me up and give me words of encouragements now that i am jobless.
i feel very blessed to have friends who call me up and remind me to put them as referees if i need one when i apply for jobs.
i feel very blessed to have friends who diplomatically suggest to me that if i do need their help anytime (even financially), i should not hesitate to call them.
i feel very blessed.
i feel very blessed to have friends who time and again called up and asked me if i need their help to look for a job.
i feel very blessed to have friends who call me up and give me words of encouragements now that i am jobless.
i feel very blessed to have friends who call me up and remind me to put them as referees if i need one when i apply for jobs.
i feel very blessed to have friends who diplomatically suggest to me that if i do need their help anytime (even financially), i should not hesitate to call them.
i feel very blessed.
educational research journal
recieved an email from my masters programme supervisor that the paper i wrote had been accepted for publication in an renowned international journal on education. so, this makes two for me - one paper after my honours year and one more after my masters degree.
so happy!
:-)
so happy!
:-)
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
cocked up doctor
my mum wanted to get some gel for the pain in her leg. the ones she had been given after her knee op had finished. and so it was decided that i would bring her to the polyclinic after her haircut. the plan for yesterday was to go for haircut, then to the polyclinic, lunch and visits to the 2 temples. mum was all excited about the programme and woke up very early. i picked her up as promised at 7.15am. but from then on, everything went wrong.
her appointment with the hairdresser at marine parade was at 8am. and we left her place at 7.15am. and that was went we met with our first cock up - traffic jams. it was a monday and there were jams after jams... and my car was literally crawling from cck to nus, from teck whye to upper bukit timah road to clementi! i managed to hold my cool and joked with mum along the whole journey. and when we got to marine parade, it was past 8.30am! nonetheless, mum got her haircut and she was rather happy about it.
we headed to the polyclinic to get mum's pain relief gel. and since we were there, we decided to get a cough mixture for mum as she's had some slight cough on and off over the past few days. that was where we met our second cock up. you see, at the polyclinic, due to the blasting aircon, mum's throat was dry and she kept coughing. and the doctor, upon hearing her coughs, got worried. using his stethoscope, he found her lungs to be filled with some fluids. and since she had recently been discharged from hospital due to chest infection, i suspected he panicked. he rushed her for an ecg. the ecg results came back ok, but being kiasu, he wrote a referral letter and asked that she be sent to sgh a&e immediately. i tried to explain that her cough was due to the air-con but he insisted that he cannot not sent her to the a&e cos he suspected she had a new infection just when she was discharged from the hospital... and he even went on to tell us that mum might get a heart attack if we don't. hmmm... in the end, not only did we ended up with no gel, we were asked to go to sgh a&e! what the... anyway...
at the sgh a&e, we met with the third cock-up. i alighted mum and the domestic help at the a&e to register and went to park my car. when i came to look for them, i couldn't find them. apparently, despite having no fever, mum was asked to go to the fever area as she coughed when she was registering. when i found them, the nurse told me she had to immediately put mum on oxygen and whisked to the critical care area where her ecg was taken. but when the doctor came, he found to be ok and that her oxygen level was actually very ok. and interestingly, mum was chatting and laughing as he was attending to her. so he took her off the oxygen mask. and he pondered why she was sent to sgh a&e in the first place. but since she's been referred, he had to make sure she's indeed ok. so he ordered a blood test and a chest x-ray. mum was subsequently sent to the observation ward. the x-ray results came back indicating that her lungs, despite having some fluids, had not deteriorated from the last time she was in hospital. in another words, mum was perfectly ok. but to be completely sure, we had to wait for the blood test results. halfway through, the doctor went off duty. but before leaving, he explained to us that he had handed over mum's case to his colleague and that his colleague would explain to us the blood test results once it's out. he shared that he felt mum should not have been referred to the hospital in the first place. nonetheless, he wished us well and went off duty.
and we met with the fourth cock up. we waited. and waited. and waited... and after close to 2 hours, the nurse came and tell us that the doctor had apparently not hand over our case and had been uncontactable. so they had no choice but to activate a consultant. thus, we had to wait further... sighs... the extended wait was really a good test for my tolerance and patience. i had to keep reminding myself that i should just be thankful that mum was ok. anyway, about half an hour later the consultant came. and according to her, the blood test showed that mum had actually recovered very well. in fact, her health was much better than compared to 2 weeks ago when she was discharged...
hmmm...
a happy day turned awfully bad... all becos of a young kancheong doctor. or should i say, becos of our desire to want to get cheap pain relief gel! heh heh... but well, the bright side of the whole screw up was that i had a very good time chatting with mum through the whole day. and we kept laughing about how she was sent to sgh a&e while all she wanted was some gel. and also, we now know that mum is healthy!
:-)
her appointment with the hairdresser at marine parade was at 8am. and we left her place at 7.15am. and that was went we met with our first cock up - traffic jams. it was a monday and there were jams after jams... and my car was literally crawling from cck to nus, from teck whye to upper bukit timah road to clementi! i managed to hold my cool and joked with mum along the whole journey. and when we got to marine parade, it was past 8.30am! nonetheless, mum got her haircut and she was rather happy about it.
we headed to the polyclinic to get mum's pain relief gel. and since we were there, we decided to get a cough mixture for mum as she's had some slight cough on and off over the past few days. that was where we met our second cock up. you see, at the polyclinic, due to the blasting aircon, mum's throat was dry and she kept coughing. and the doctor, upon hearing her coughs, got worried. using his stethoscope, he found her lungs to be filled with some fluids. and since she had recently been discharged from hospital due to chest infection, i suspected he panicked. he rushed her for an ecg. the ecg results came back ok, but being kiasu, he wrote a referral letter and asked that she be sent to sgh a&e immediately. i tried to explain that her cough was due to the air-con but he insisted that he cannot not sent her to the a&e cos he suspected she had a new infection just when she was discharged from the hospital... and he even went on to tell us that mum might get a heart attack if we don't. hmmm... in the end, not only did we ended up with no gel, we were asked to go to sgh a&e! what the... anyway...
at the sgh a&e, we met with the third cock-up. i alighted mum and the domestic help at the a&e to register and went to park my car. when i came to look for them, i couldn't find them. apparently, despite having no fever, mum was asked to go to the fever area as she coughed when she was registering. when i found them, the nurse told me she had to immediately put mum on oxygen and whisked to the critical care area where her ecg was taken. but when the doctor came, he found to be ok and that her oxygen level was actually very ok. and interestingly, mum was chatting and laughing as he was attending to her. so he took her off the oxygen mask. and he pondered why she was sent to sgh a&e in the first place. but since she's been referred, he had to make sure she's indeed ok. so he ordered a blood test and a chest x-ray. mum was subsequently sent to the observation ward. the x-ray results came back indicating that her lungs, despite having some fluids, had not deteriorated from the last time she was in hospital. in another words, mum was perfectly ok. but to be completely sure, we had to wait for the blood test results. halfway through, the doctor went off duty. but before leaving, he explained to us that he had handed over mum's case to his colleague and that his colleague would explain to us the blood test results once it's out. he shared that he felt mum should not have been referred to the hospital in the first place. nonetheless, he wished us well and went off duty.
and we met with the fourth cock up. we waited. and waited. and waited... and after close to 2 hours, the nurse came and tell us that the doctor had apparently not hand over our case and had been uncontactable. so they had no choice but to activate a consultant. thus, we had to wait further... sighs... the extended wait was really a good test for my tolerance and patience. i had to keep reminding myself that i should just be thankful that mum was ok. anyway, about half an hour later the consultant came. and according to her, the blood test showed that mum had actually recovered very well. in fact, her health was much better than compared to 2 weeks ago when she was discharged...
hmmm...
a happy day turned awfully bad... all becos of a young kancheong doctor. or should i say, becos of our desire to want to get cheap pain relief gel! heh heh... but well, the bright side of the whole screw up was that i had a very good time chatting with mum through the whole day. and we kept laughing about how she was sent to sgh a&e while all she wanted was some gel. and also, we now know that mum is healthy!
:-)
Sunday, 10 January 2010
death of a ceo
he was one of the instructor from the next platoon during my ocs days back in 1985/86. we had never spoken and i have never kept in contact with him after i graduated from ocs. i remembered him for having an interesting name, lanky and a little effeminate in his behaviour. fast forward to 31 dec 2009, some 23 plus years later. i was having dinner with some friends when i recieved an sms from an ex-ocs company mate telling me so and so had died suddenly. well, and for a short moment, i wondered who this name was. the name was not familiar. but his surname struck a bell. and after a short pause, i realize he was this ex-instructor. it was kinda surprising to get this sms i must say. nonetheless, i did not attend the wake. he was afterall someone that had crossed path with me years back.
over the past couple of days, i kept seeing news articles about him and how he died. apparently he had died after a liposuction treatment. and looking at the photo, he still looked somewhat similar to what i could recall of him. a lot more mature, a bit more padded all round. his face, his build and so on. i attribute these to nothing more than signs of aging. this was no different from myself or any of my contemporaries. reading the article, i felt a little sad for him. reading his credentials, it was clear that he had achieved much in his career. from his orbituary, it was clear that he had some problems with his marriage and that he was in the process of rebuilding his family. but for vanity reasons, he was robbed of his life.
sad wasn't it? but thinking of what myself and some of my friends spoke a lot about recently over the past couple of months/ years, it was clear that we all - middle aged men - had some point or other felt threatened by our degeneration as a result of middle age - increasing waistline, long sightedness, white hair, wrinkles etc. most of us accepted it and moved on. and most of us increased our resolve to want to live healthier. but one thing was clear, all of us wanted to slow down the aging process. all went for procedures and packages - facials, gym memberships, diets, and so on. for some who could afford it, more invasive corrective procedures were taken up - lasik, botox and so on. i guessed the thought staying `young' and beautiful, or at least, to slow down the aging process is a very very attractive idea. the quest for eternal youth. the quest for eternal beauty.
birth, aging, sickness and death are things that we cannot escape and that we must accept it. often, many of us keep forgetting about it and/ or refuse to accept it. accepting it will allow us to prepare for it when things happen. it also help remind us that beauty is only skin deep and that we should not be obsessed by it. we must also develop ourselves spiritually. we will only be able to age gracefully when we are able to do all these. anyway, this ex-instructor of mine had passed away. and judging by the press coverage and the on-going debate about aesthetics, liposuction and so on, i think his passing has not been in vain. it is a good wake up call for us.
may he rest in peace.
over the past couple of days, i kept seeing news articles about him and how he died. apparently he had died after a liposuction treatment. and looking at the photo, he still looked somewhat similar to what i could recall of him. a lot more mature, a bit more padded all round. his face, his build and so on. i attribute these to nothing more than signs of aging. this was no different from myself or any of my contemporaries. reading the article, i felt a little sad for him. reading his credentials, it was clear that he had achieved much in his career. from his orbituary, it was clear that he had some problems with his marriage and that he was in the process of rebuilding his family. but for vanity reasons, he was robbed of his life.
sad wasn't it? but thinking of what myself and some of my friends spoke a lot about recently over the past couple of months/ years, it was clear that we all - middle aged men - had some point or other felt threatened by our degeneration as a result of middle age - increasing waistline, long sightedness, white hair, wrinkles etc. most of us accepted it and moved on. and most of us increased our resolve to want to live healthier. but one thing was clear, all of us wanted to slow down the aging process. all went for procedures and packages - facials, gym memberships, diets, and so on. for some who could afford it, more invasive corrective procedures were taken up - lasik, botox and so on. i guessed the thought staying `young' and beautiful, or at least, to slow down the aging process is a very very attractive idea. the quest for eternal youth. the quest for eternal beauty.
birth, aging, sickness and death are things that we cannot escape and that we must accept it. often, many of us keep forgetting about it and/ or refuse to accept it. accepting it will allow us to prepare for it when things happen. it also help remind us that beauty is only skin deep and that we should not be obsessed by it. we must also develop ourselves spiritually. we will only be able to age gracefully when we are able to do all these. anyway, this ex-instructor of mine had passed away. and judging by the press coverage and the on-going debate about aesthetics, liposuction and so on, i think his passing has not been in vain. it is a good wake up call for us.
may he rest in peace.
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