Saturday, 9 June 2012

creativity

i have my theory. and that is - we human beings are most creative when we are starved of resources... here are 2 very interesting examples

  • we all got creative in our use of language when we were forced to squeeze as many words as possible within a 160-character when sms technology first stated. at that time, the technology then didn't allow us to write messages longer than 160 characters. and so, we simplify words (we drop the "th", we drop the "qu", and we created instead, ze, nite, gd, tmr, cmg, gg, etc), we created acronyms (lol, rotfl, omg, wtf, fo, tmi), we increased the use of shortened words ("gay" instead of "homosexual", "straight" or "str8" instead of "heterosexual", "bi" instead of "bisexual"), we marry numbers and words (eg, 2day, 3some, 4some, str8), we replaced words with numbers ("0" instead of "bottom", "1" instead of "top") and symbols, we created emoticons (:-), :-P, etc), we changed sentence structures, and so on... in short, we got creative with our languages! what resulted was a rojak of things and a nightmare to those language purists... languages in general took a beating... a huge beating!

  • singapore got about really creative in the search of new water sources when mahathir threatened to turn off our taps and stop supplying water to us... we created technologies to get water from non-traditional sources, we drew water out of sewage, we drew water out of the sea, we restructure and realign the whole island's water system such that there is a dual system where the drainage system channel rain water to reservoirs while the sewage system channel waste water to water extraction factories, we make all possible inland rivers and streams into reservoirs... what resulted was we literally made the whole island into a reservoir. and to top it off, we also started creating cheaper technologies to draw water out of the highly humid tropical air, and the water-rich seas around us...

anyone any thoughts?

english-malay

i have noticed this interesting thing about how singaporeans and malaysians bastardized languages differently - malaysian bloggers tend to "malayanise" english words by using ber-, ter- etc to english words. on the other hand, singaporeans would anglicised (did i use this word correctly?) malay words by adding for example, -ing, instead (such as makaning)...

effects of our education system...

haha!

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

deflower

the sense of anticipation can really kill! and the feeling reminds me of the moments before the first few encounters... but hmmm... that was aeons ago! hahaha... now that i got the blood rushing... ok, ok, am just being a little drama queen here. i have just switched on my blog and it hit me that it will reach its' 80,000 blog hits anytime in the next hour or so... frankly, i am amazed with the rate of hits, especially in the last 2 years! 

 so... yup, kinda excited (quite a nonsense la, me!) about hitting 80,000... 

macam kenah 80,000 good ones right? hahaha... 

i am really such a nonsense... 

:-)


Monday, 4 June 2012

white

this is what i had for breakfast...

it's a brand new week!

:-)

Sunday, 3 June 2012

heartland hotties

am at a coffee shop in a heartland estate having rojak with mum and somehow there's quite a few hotties here! and something is telling me at least one or two of them are members! haha!

there are these 2 malay guys seated 2 tables away. one of them (the younger one) has this super lean physique and spot short hair with a spiky crop on top. his jawline is really nice and he wears a squarish pair of specs. if not for his complexion, i would have thought he is korean... hmmm... or maybe not, singaporean ns boy perhaps. and the person having late lunch beside this boy (the older one) has the macho shit look, complete with a short stubby beard. he spots this armani spiky hairstyle and wears this super tight round neck t-shirt over his super bulky muscleman buffed up body and silky material, floral-printed 3/4 pants... the kinda pants that no gay men would be seen in... hmmm... and interestingly this musclemen kept looking towards my direction. very piercing double eyelid eyes... gay? not too sure, but certainly very much a eye candy!

and between these malay hotties and my table is another interesting group. there are 3 persons - one 70-plus ah pek, and two 20-something. one of the 20-something has this goatie, bulky-yet-not-overly-buffed-up body, and wears a blink blink ear stud, while the other looks pretty boy-next-door and wears a sports cap. again, it is doubtful if they are gay, or perhaps a couple. well, whatever the case, they are also very much an eye candy...

heh heh... mulut makan rojak, and at the same time, cuci mata... nice afternoon indeed...

:-)

Saturday, 2 June 2012

macbook air


now this is my first entry using my new macbook air! good bye pc... hello apple!

:-)


writing styles


after blogging for 7-8 years, i thought it would be nice to write about blogs itself. and i think it is an appropriate topic for me considering a major part of my post-grad research centered around the use of new media such as aod and blogs, the affordances, the theories, the motivation behind bloggers, etc. but above all these theories, what has been the most interesting about blogs for me has been the ability to have a glimpse into people's lifes and to learn through their life experiences. when i met up with germs recently, he reflected on the high levels of sexual energies expressed in the writings of many of the writers (many of whom are young enough to be our sons, had we chosen to deny our own sexuality and gone over to the dark side and have babies aeons ago). and we concluded that this energy and new sense of identity amongst younger glbts was a direct result of the borderless nature of the cyberspace. screw whatever rulings the local government has, the blogosphere allows us to express our thoughts whenever and wherever we like... but how far this logic can be stretched remains to be defined.

anyway, back to the topic... blogging had allowed me to journal my own thoughts and through the journaling, learn more about myself and at the same time, allowed others to learn from  my experiences (although that was not my purpose when i started my blog). i also noticed that different people has different writing styles and certainly, each style comes with their own unique ways of bringing across the writer's thoughts. for example, some like to have entries that reflect an interplay between what they write and what they think. these people present their thoughts clearly in the most politically correct language, tone and pitch and at the same time display explicit indiscretions and/ or most politically incorrect and crude (yet most likeable and socially accepted) terms behind a strike-out line. while others prefer to display explicitly previous dialogues that captures the sometimes unsaid nuances of 2 person's conversations.

m: oi? are you talking about me? heh, so, what are your thoughts?
p: heh heh... i thought it is really interesting.
m: yup, it does give a glimpse into our thought processes during the coversation ya?
p: but hor, i suspect at time, additional words have been included to spice up your post.
m: of cos la, else things would seemed terribly boring right?

as for some others, it is even more interesting cos the way they express their young, cute and unadulterated thoughts on possibly sensitive and explosive topics, as well as how they wildly sow their seeds, i mean words and comments, in other people's blogs make their presence and perhaps blogosphere's alter-ego larger than life. of cos, there are those who shared about their life's woes (who doesn't rite?), health, relationships, and so on and also, those that actually write a lot but write nothing... doh! there are just so many different writing styles that one can find in the blogosphere. the blog allows us to adopt a different alter-ego in the net and perhaps play out a personality that we hope to be in real life. also, for some of us, the blog is an escape. a space for us to write and pent, not that we are like that in real life. i for once am a blogger who tend to sound very serious and depressive because i tend to only write when i am down or when there are tensions in life. thus, my blog topics tend to be more heavy and depressing. on the same token, i am more expressive when i interact in the blogosphere. i can go omg omg omg and lolx in my writings, but in real life, i am possibly one of the most boring, serious and difficult person to be with. i thought about it yesterday and concluded that as i grow older, i can perhaps see myself fitting nicely into the typical "eccentric old man" mould and perhaps some would also qualify me as a dirty old man aka dom, but that is not for me to judge! one more thing, it feels very good and warm when someone tells you they are inspired by your blog, and/ or that they are motivated to blog after reading your blog. and certainly, it is also very warm to know that people do get to know people better in the blogosphere and that at times, this blossom to real life friendship.

ok, i am starting to blabber... damned, it must have been my research again, i could go on and on when it comes to writing about people's motivations and behaviour online. well, this is a weekend again and it is good to be able to get back to my personal space and express what i want to express in my blog... weather today is iffy. the might rain, might not rain, sunny yet cloudy, la la la kinda weather. in short - good. so... will do my laundry, have lunch and then bring my mum and dog out for a short weekend afternoon excursion.

:-)

Friday, 1 June 2012

somebody that i used to know



a song that my sis sent to me.

been a while since i heard any song that i thought was nice...

enjoy!

:-)

Thursday, 31 May 2012

the pink lantern


this is interesting... green is pink afterall... read that green will be coming out soon! and oooo, i like him... although i still complain that in the movie, his crotch is too small...

:-)

first word

i am sure all you out there have tried to leave comments in people's blogs and along the way, you got prompted to key in some words to verify you are not a robot... i usually get rather pissed when i get prompted with words that i can hardly recognise... then by mistake, i found out this little "secret" (if you can call it a secret in the first place)...

of the two words the computer prompts, you just need to key in one word (usually the first word only) and the computer will still clear your human identity! and if the first word is a picture, then you just need to key in the second word... and oh, there is no requirement to be conscious of whether it is caps or not.

go try it... saves a lot of time!

:-)

sad to belong



i am sitting at a coffee shop drinking my kopi-o and refusing to head to office... and for whatever reasons, i am reminded of this song...

...


Tuesday, 29 May 2012

performance appraisal


met up with my boss for my performance appraisal yesterday. given a "b" grade. didn't feel good at all... considering all the things i had done and the systems that i had set-up for the group over the past year...

anyway, as he gave me my appraisal, he went on and on about how much good i had done and how much the top management appreciated my contributions. and he added, in confidence, that the management is looking towards parking a whole hr function under me in the coming year... notwithstanding the fact that i have been tasked to look into a couple of major projects...

hmmm... frankly, i would just like to throw my letter and move on. let me bide my time, search for possible opportunities, get my bonus before i throw my letter. don't really like the idea of me being used and abused time and again and not given the recognition during performance appraisals...

wtf...

picture from http://asyoublogit.blogspot.com/2009/11/brief-preview-of-quarterly-review.html

old friends 2

been an interesting period for me... welcomed and met up with germs last couple of days (will be meeting him again tomorrow), sent off an old friend last night (early this morning), and will be receiving another old old friend and his family (who will be back from the states) this thurs!

pant pant pant...

:-)

Monday, 28 May 2012

old friend

i met up with an old friend 2 days ago. he told me he would be going to the states to work for 2 years and will be leaving this evening...

hmmm... somehow, even though we hardly meet, i still feel a sense of lost when he told me about it. the thing about such old and close friends is that we tend to take each other for granted, not meet up, assume each other is good and well and would keep each other info when something goes wrong... no different from the usual "no news is good news" kinda thing...

well, you see, i got to know this friend of mine in 1991 when he was doing his national service and we got along very well. and it was that time that his dad passed away and i had helped him through that difficult period. we became best of friends. he eventually took up a training award with the military and went on to do his undergrad studies. that was when he met his girlfriend (now wife).

he is now a very senior person in service and both his daugthers address me as "uncle daddy". so sweet right. anyway, we kept in touch through the years, and despite the fact that we hardly meet, i would make it a point to do my dues as a "godfather". i would buy them lanterns and mooncakes during mid-autumn festivals, they would visit me during chinese new years, and i would give the kids ang pows... well, i suppose my status as godfather gives me the right to give ang pows to my goddaughters ya? haha...

anyway, he would be going over for 2 years. managed to catch up over a quick coffee in town. spoke like as though we've never been apart... like relatives coming together. yak yak yak we went... families, daughters, wife, mothers, families... the kinda topics any uncles in the late-30s and 40s would be talking about. he was kinda surprised (yet not surprised) when i told him i thought of becoming a monk... each for his own, each with his own life... he commented... and all too soon, we parted. will be sending them off this evening. gonna miss them...

sighs...

Saturday, 26 May 2012

aunt agony

for some unknown reasons, i always become the aunt agony of people around me. i even have my staff coming to me to tell me things about them that they do not normally tell people. but they would share it with me in-confidence. i felt honoured that they trust me with their secrets. yet, at times, i do wonder if i feel pressured subconsciously. people will tell me things like - my son is actually fostered and not really mine, i had problems with childbirth, etc...

i supposed it is partly becos i have the very unthreatening look (or do i! haha), or perhaps i give people the feel of confidence, or perhaps people feel comfortable with me, or when they know that i was previously a religious teacher... hmmm... whatever it is, whenever people come to share their secrets or their troubles with me, i will always try to counsel them or to help them see things from another perspective... that is perhaps the least i can do to repay them for their trust in me.

:-)

zzzzzz :-)

t'was a sleepy day for me. had quite a bad rash after getting scratched by sapphie and took 2 tabs of anti-histamines. slept the whole morning after breakfast. woke up about 2pm. then went to the beach with mum and sapphie. sapphie went for a swim while mum had her chicken curry and french loaf... came home late afternoon... managed to escape the rain. then slept again after giving sapphie a bath. woke up early evening. brought mum out for dinner at suntec and did some shopping. now back home.

gonna sleep again...

what a day...

yawns...

ocs songs

the following are a couple of songs that we, as a platoon, would sing out really loud when we march... and i heard someone humming a tune similar to one of the songs and decided to do a search in the internet...

such memories!

nice!

by the light of the silvery moon



moonlight bay



hurry home



pearly shells

Friday, 25 May 2012

presbyopia

my eyesight has deteriorated so much over the last 1 month that now i can hardly read the text in my bb unless i hold it at arms length, or put on my reading glasses...

it's scary how quickly it happened...

Monday, 21 May 2012

of stiffness & softness

i was chatting with aiden last evening and came to the topic of age vs stiffness / softness... and i shared about how as one ages, one tend to get stiff at places that he doesn't want stiff, and soft at places he doesn't want soft. true right? heh heh...

and hey, just in case your mind starts running while, i was talking about my stiff back! and since we are talking about softness, for me, i have yet experience it! still as ever-ready! haha! but sighs... for some unknown reasons, my back just went into spasms last afternoon. and hor, everybody who saw me today at work gave me that "hmmm, you must have had a wild time" look. one even came up to me and asked if i had been too adventurous with different positions!

perverts!

haha!

ouch it hurts...

just taken my tramadol, anarex, faverin and statins... time to ko!

:-)

smell...

talking about smell... hmmm... let's see... there must have been many many parts of ourselves that we have smelled (is this correctly spelled or should it be "smelt"? damned! my england is getting from bad to badder!)... anyway, back to the topic of smell... yup, there must have been so many parts of our own body that we have smelled (or smelt... whatever!) that we will forever never ever ever admit... and worst still, that we'll screw our face and exclaim eeeeewwwweee when we see people doing it. pretend pretend only... haha!

here's some of it...

  • armpits
  • the fatty oily mess of our white heads
  • arse
  • cock
  • balls
  • smegma (need i go further! ha)
  • ear wax (some call it ear shit)
  • nose dried mucus (some call it nose shit)
  • used underwear
  • sweaty shirts
  • piss stained pants

... and i would go further that despite the out-of-the-world odours, we still derive satisfaction and comforts in smelling our own body and/ or what it excretes! but of cos, no one will ever admit he/ she does it!

no?

Sunday, 20 May 2012

smegma

there are many things about us that we do not talk about nor ask. and "smegma" is one such thing. don't ask me why i am writing about this, i supposed it's cos i am bored stiff at this moment...  anyway, i remembered once a (gay) friend use "smegma" as his nick, and a colleague of ours (an auntie) asked me what it meant. haha... how to explain!?! well... and as i write about it now, it struck me how little we talk about it or even acknowledge it. i mean, there is even no word in the dictionary that describes the smell... but of cos, there are so many references to it in forums where many expressed their dislike to blowing people with it! imagine the smell and, not to mention, the taste (eewwweee)... it's one thing to smell one's own, but a whole world of difference to smell others! haha... since we are at this topic, please clean yourself well before you let someone blow you! well, unless that someone has this fetish of smelling and eating it! (double eewwweee, not my cup of tea!)

and for those who still didn't know what "smegma" is, well, the common term used that you might have come across is "cock cheese". and oh, i did a wiki on this and found out the even females do produce "smegma" too!... doesn't this make the term "cock cheese" a misnomer? that there is also the "cunt cheese"!?! ok, ok, just being a little crude here, but well, i supposed even in such "cheesy" reference, sexism do exist too! and by the way, i love cheese! and certainly do not appreciate how dead epithelial cells from the sexual organs are also referred to as cheese! super duper eeeewwwweee!

facing death

it's such a humbling experience to face death and see it walk towards us. quietly and stealthily, it steals our loved ones away. and after experiencing the process, we walked out feeling drained and, for me, stronger. that was how i felt when i walked the final months with my dad. also, with his passing, i felt the baton being passed to me. i feel like an elder now. donno how to describe the feeling...

i supposed it's also an age thing. something that we all have to go through in life. and after coming out of the process, i am in a better position to share and possibly to counsel my friend d. his dad is having stage 4 cancer and he's feeling the strain. certainly a very difficult period, but have to through it. the prognosis may be taken as a curse, yet, from a different perspective, it is a blessing. a blessing to allow you to spend time well with your dad. to stop sweating the small stuffs and to appreciate the positives. walk the final paths together as a family well and to allay his worries so that when the time of departure comes, he will go with no worries, and the family will be at peace, knowing that you have given your best.

jia you jia you!

random nothings...

been a few busy weeks. wouldn't call them stressful, just busy. or perhaps stressful to the point that it has become routine and hence, i don't feel so stressed. did a presentation to my ceo and interestingly, the 2 persons in between weren't happy with the amount of details i prepared, esp my immediate boss. too detailed, he screamed first thing in the morning. you think the ceo doesn't know all these izzit! cut. cut. cut. and that was what i did. 50 slides to 10 slides. and guess what!? everything i cut/ hide, my ceo asked how come i did not tell him... caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. unhide and brief also salah, don't unhide and brief also salah... i decided not to show in the end. shan't put myself in the line of their politics. sighs.

mum has been rather stable these 2 weeks. guess it is the extra extra amount of attention i gave her. and perhaps the fact that bee has been away overseas for work helped. anyway, she's down with bad flu and cursing away the few oldies at the rehab center for passing her the bug... sighs.

oh, the weather is terrible these days! hot hot hot... anyway, recently downloaded grindr and jack'd. interesting apps. and tsk tsk tsk... the amount of headless bods. eye candy nonetheless. and that makes me think - is a 6-packed half-a-durian-looking ab really so important? hmmm... a case of i want but just not possible? mine looks more like a watermelon! hahaha... and oh, found out my neighbouring block's lesbian has a gay brother too. heh heh... me just being kay poh...

such a lazy and lonely weekend!

:-)

Saturday, 19 May 2012

erm...

it's funny how i often cannot recall things these days. hmmm... must be my anti-depressant medication. been 5 (?) months since i started taking it and i guess it is working... a little like the men-in-black flashlight kinda outcome... hahaha! (i just watched the show on tv)

was just exchanging smses with someone i know for quite a while... a sms-pal kinda friend who's based in bkk... and the thing is - i can't recall how i got to know him... weird feeling. get that kinda feeling often these days. hmmm... well, interesting thing is that i know who this person is and some of the things we spoke about over time. but i just can't recall how i got to know him...

well... anyway, i supposed it's not critical.

just be happy...

:-)

the avengers

watched the show with bee on monday. it was quite enjoyable although I thought the show tried to squeeze in too many things within that 2.5hrs. would probably be a little overwhelming for people who did not know some background about the different characters.

but what struck me was - the show acted out tuckman's different stages of teambuilding! haha... damned, me too much into my work such that even shows like this reminded me of theories... occupational hazard indeed!

and oh, as always, cpt america and thor were still as yummy, still so man!!! grrrrrrr!!!

lol!

blogging on bb

my laptop went kapoot 2 weeks ago and my frequency of blogging took a hit. so yesterday, i decided to blog with my bb. and i started composing an email and once done, i clicked send... and as a routine, i went to my blog to take a look at my post... what i saw freaked me out!!!

there in front of me was my full name, my appointment, my contacts details, my company name, address... and so on! yup, you guessed it! i had published a post using my company email instead of my personal email! and what got published included my whole blooming signature block, company disclaimer, la la la...

hahaha! wtf right!?! really gabra zebra for a while and hurriedly went into edit mode to delete all unnecessary details!

:-)

Friday, 18 May 2012

mums know best


yes, mums know best... and mums always seemed to be in a state of denial...

agree?

Sunday, 13 May 2012

the last knit



amazing animation...

underlying this very simple animation is a very complex theme of addiction/ attachments and the cause of sufferings.

enjoy!

:-)

ps: if you cannot get the meaning behind the animation, go to the youtube page and read the comments.


Saturday, 12 May 2012

imagine



i thank jason for reminding me of this beautiful song.

:-)

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

purity


when i refused to post a comment, i got another comment from the same person (it sounded more like chiding me off) - are you a pure chinese? he asked... well, my first reaction was - so what if i am, and so what if i am not... get lost! there is no place in my blog for discrimination. as a gay person, i have known and experienced the effects of being discriminated and marginalised, and all these because the society is a heterosexual/ straight-centric one. put in another words, straight people deemed us glbts, a class different from them and chose to discriminate us (consciously or otherwise). conceptually, this is no different from one deeming another one less pure than himself/ herself. and having experienced being discriminated, i think it would be most inappropriate for me to treat others this way too. so... i reiterate - there is no place for discrimination in my blog. that was my first reaction. after my initial reactions, i reflected further. is there such a thing called "pure chinese"? what does it mean to be "pure" and what does it mean to be "chinese"... i have no answers. both are complex concepts that perhaps has no clear answers at all.

firstly, let's look at the concept of "pure".  purity exists only becos there is a reference point from what is deemed "unpure" (or impure, whatever). yet this reference point is vague cos it depends on how one percieves or defines it. in the natural order of the world, there is nothing absolute. and if that is the case, then the whole idea of "purity" fails. no? as an example, let's use the concept of colour - there is no such thing as pure black colour. cos technically, what is deemed pure black colour to us is defined by us based on what we see. and the colour range that we humans see is limited up to a certain point. cos, for what we would traditionally referred to as pure black colour is imaginary cos theoretically, there are blacker tones than black that our human eyes cannot distinguish! no? you can use this same argument for red, blue, yellow, etc... 

secondly, the concept of "chinese". when i reflected on this, it reminded me of a documentary series called "the chinese diaspora" that i watched couple of months back. it was an interesting series cos it explored what being "chinese" mean. and it concluded that the concept of "chineseness" is vague and perhaps does not exist. what is "chinese"? how do you define "chinese"? you can't. you cannot possibly have a common defintion! there are just so many ways to define it. by culture, by looks, by language, by lineage, by politics? by nationality? it is simply impossible to do so. is a malaysian-chinese chinese? is a singaporean-chinese chinese? by virtue that i have to throw in the word malaysian or singaporean already tells me that this chinese is not chinese-chinese! even within china, is there such a thing call chinese-chinese? we have chinese han, chinese turks, chinese yao, etc... so? what is chinese? perhaps, the closest i can relate to is that the term chinese is used very loosely to refer to people who's ancestors hails from central asia. then again this is also vague. it did not fully address the dimension of time. there is also no clear geographical boundaries to where is central asia. so, my take about the whole concept chinese is at best vague. and as for "pure chinese" - it does not exist.

thus, if anyone wants to look for a pure chinese or chooses to discriminate against chinese that are "not pure", it does not differ much from a person in denial and choosing to self-console by imagining the existence of a state of being that does not exist. or perhaps, it reflects the person's superficiality, insecurities, bias, ignorance, or worst still, absolute stupidity. such a person needs to reflect deeper and do some very critical thinking about what he says... no? so much reflections for a post that i again, throw into my spam box. and i repeat, my blog is for all to read. it is in a public domain. read if you want, don't read if what i post is not to your liking, but buck off and don't try to tell me what to blog. i maintain that i write what i want to write. it is my blog! 

ps: for the record, mak saya orang peranakan dari singapura, dan bapak saya orang hokien dari cina. does that make me any less chinese? i don't know how you are gonna classify that, but i am happy with what i am, who cares what you brand me - chinese, malay, baba, hokkien, singaporean... whatever... i don't care. cos i am very happy with what i am. be happy! drop a high five comment if you agree with what i wrote!

picture from http://danielayad.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/hungrygeneration-pursuitofpurityprt2355.jpg

Sunday, 6 May 2012

respect


recently, i noted a certain character who has been crawling from blog to blog asking people to post/ or not to post this or that. and added to that, his tone can be very rude and imposing. really, in the blogosphere, there is really no place for such characters.

the blogosphere is really a space to allow 2 conversations to occur - the conversation within one self, and the conversation between one and his readers. and in the context of these 2 on-going conversations, it is really not realistic to expect any blogger to blog according to another person's wimps and fancies. it is as simple as i write what i want to write, i post what i want to post. who cares whether you subscribe to my believes or not. and as for the reader, well, he can choose not to read. freedom of speech and expressions as well as freedom of readership when it comes to the blogosphere. but of cos, with this freedom of speech and expressions comes the responsibilities. the blogger himself needs to observe certain rules of the game/ guidelines such as posting responsibly, err on the safe side when it comes to anything deemed inflammatory, being respectful in his post... and so on...

argh... it's a lazy sunday afternoon and i am not really in the mood to write anything serious... so, read if you want to read. you are most welcome to do so. and if what you see is not to your liking or taste/ preference, you have a choice to leave. when i recieve any comment/s from anyone who makes tries to influence my postings and/ or sounds rude, the comment goes straight to my spam box.


Saturday, 5 May 2012

vesak 2012


it's been an interesting vesak so far. went to kmspks for the 3-step-1-bow ritual again and this year, we decided to meet at 11.30pm vesak eve. as usual, we saw people cutting queues, we saw people who had just arrived trying to stand close to the venerable blessing those who had completed the ceremony with the hope of getting blessed without having to go through the ceremony... sighs... such misguided attachments to the water... frankly, if one's heart is pure, one can get blessed in the comforts of one's home shower! conversely, if one's heart is not pure, no amount of water will be enough to cleanse one of one's impurities (hmmm, why do I sound like lady macbeth here! hahahaha)

as usual, the wait was long and draggy. at 2am, we were still some distant from the start point... and then the sky turned cloudy, the thunder started rolling and the lightning started striking... hmmm... we wondered and joked that the temple would practise what the military do - that is, announce a cat 1 high lightning risk status and cancel the event... and we laughed about it. it just didn't sound right for such announcements that we associate with the military to be done here. whatever the case, we were determined to proceed even if there was a thunderstorm. afterall, for me, i've been doing this for the last 20-over years and doing the ritual through a rainy weather was not new to me. we continued to wait in the queue. the was the air of uncertainty all around.

and then the recorded chanting stopped. those people in the midst of the 3-step-1-bow were totally lost... some stood still, some continued with their 3 steps... and for that moment, no one knew what happened. we were in the queue beside those in the procession and we were staring at them. it looked and felt a little weird frankly. we suspected there was a problem with the player.

and then the announcement came - we have a cat 1 high lightning risk condition now. everyone, please leave now... we will suspend the activity for the next half hour. for now, everyone please leave and go under shelter... the announcer repeated the message. hahaha... everyone was stunt! for those, like us, who had been queueing didn't know what to do... we were wondering how we could possibly get back to the queue after half hour. it was just impossible. we could imagine the rushing of the thousands to get into the front of the queue that had taken the organizers some many hours to organise. and for those who were halfway through the procession, it was a rude and abrupt end! everyone just stood there. there must have been at least 5000-8000 people just standing there stunt.

it took some 2-3 mintues before the reality of the suspension to sink in... slowly, the crowd started to disperse, somewhat unwillingly and somewhat unhappily. and perhaps as a signal of displeasure with our slowness and lack of co-operation, the rain came! it started with huge droplets, and within seconds, it rained cats and dogs... no, it was more like someone pour a whole ocean of water onto us. and the winds blew! it became almost a stampede. everyone was running into the shelter... well... you very much know how everything unfold after that... it's been more than 45min now... and the thunderstorm continues. hundreds of devotees, us included, are now seated in the hall of no form, waiting for the thunderstorm to stop. the temple has started an impromptu program to conduct meditation for us...

it's been an interesting start to vesak 2012! let's go with the flow, let's not be too attached to the ceremony. let's focus on the practise. happy vesak everyone. may everyone be happy and may everyone gain enlightenment!

sadhu sadhu sadhu!


Wednesday, 2 May 2012

he's not gay!

he worked as a chiro at the clinic i used to frequent. and i always kept a look out for him whenever i visited the clinic. and of cos, he would always give me that look... you know, that look... and once when my regular doctor was not around, he treated me (hurray!). he was so gentle with me when he attended to me. my heart skipped a few beats when he asked me to unbutton my shirt. wa! my regular doctor never asked me to unbutton regardless of how tight i wear! and here, i have this hunk asking me to do that! can i unbutton a few more buttons?! ha! and after that one encounter with him, i wished secretly that my regular doctor would be sick or on holiday or whatever so that he would stand in to treat me. alas, it never happen after that one time. when he eventually left the clinic (not too long after he treated me), i got his contact number from the clinic staff. i contacted him and he remembered me! and he was so friendly with me! and he asked me to add him on facebook. i was convinced he must be gay! confirmed. i kept telling myself. all the vibes i felt.

and so i checked him out in facebook. and i realized how much a camwhore he was. tons of photos. and quite a few of them with muscular guys. added to that, he always have that cheeky smile and would do all sorts of campy pose in his pics. and despite the fact that his photos were always with one or two girls around, i was cock sure he's one of us. the girls must be his gurlfriends... they must be! i showed his photos to bee and bee was also rather convinced about it. but bee added that we could not be 100% sure cos he's filipino and filipinos has this abilities to exude gay vibes even when they are straight! whatever it was, i continued to keep track of his life through his updates in facebook. relationship status - it's complicated. gay! gay! gay! confirmed! to me, most gay men would indicate complicated or not put at all! and when i saw that, i was so so convinced he belonged to my tribe! and his every post reinforced my belief that he was one... 

anyway, i lost track of him when i deleted my facebook.

that was a couple of months back. and over the last 2 days, i decided to sms him to wish him a good weekend. and i was pleasantly surprised that he remembered me and spoke like as though we had not stopped contacting. we chatted quite a bit via whatsapp. and i decided to do a search for him online again. ha! found him in linkedin, added him. and then found his profile in facebook again... and then... i saw his relationship status - in a relationship with xxxxxx (it's a woman's name!). of cos, kaypoh me clicked on the name and saw a couple of photos of them together... hmmm... so? he is not gay? hmmm... i am still not sure... perhaps he is bisexual?

hmmm... i still have my doubts... whatever... hahaha...

damned! i think my gaydar is malfunctioning!

and thank goodness i did not asked him if he is one or flirt around with him!... or maybe i did... hmmm... hahahaha!

(well, you might find me weird posting such things and behaving like that when i have a partner. but well, it's just a curiosity thingee. afterall, as someone told me - if i am not superficial, i am not gay! haha... and my attitude has always been - it's always fun to second guess if someone is gay, and it's always a plus point to know more people in this circle. it's hard enough trying to be normal in this straight-centric world, so the least we could do is to be more accepting of our own kind... agree?)

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

sea bass w/ brinjal

it is may day and i desperately wanted to have something different from the usual routine. if i have my choice, i would want to go out to town with bee. just the two of us. but i knew i would be stretching a bit too far cos we had gone out for an hour plus this afternoon without her. and so, we decided to bring mum out to town for dinner and to do some shopping in town.

we had dinner at a cafe that specialises in bread-related food, soups, simple western mains... we were half wondering if mum would be able to enjoy/ appreciate the food. afterall, he closest encounter with western meals had been kfc, mcdonalds, or at most ikea food... and given that she is toothless, i decided to order sea bass fillet with sauteed brinjal for her. the sea bass and brinjal was grilled and the dish came with a hearty serving of tomato puree and topped with a sprinkling of fresh veggies. for ourselves, we ordered some vegetarian dishes (we are on a vegetarian diet in prep for vesak day)... and we shared a mushroom soup. happily we ate..  halfway through, mum said she was full and wanted to pass the remaining food to bee. i told her he's also on vegetarian diet and asked her to leave it aside for the waiter to clear. what? buang? sayanglah! cannot waste food! and she went on to gobble everything down... very typical of the elderly generation. i also asked her if it tasted good and she nodded her head as she used her fingers to gesture the "money" sign. (meaning - it must be good since it cost so much!)... anything expensive must be good. ha! another typical response from the elderly generation.

we went shopping after that and the evening wore on. and on our way home, i asked if she enjoyed the dinner. and finally she gave her frank inputs - the food was bad, the fish was bland... yadda yadda yadda... yup, another typical response from a old bibik. no food can be considered good if it did not taste familiar (no need to be peranakan dishes, but it must be something familiar), it was not cooked with strong spices, it was not sufficiently pedas, and for that matter, did not include her favourite sambal belachan...

i had guessed it right. she didn't know how to appreciate western food.

haha...

distractions

today is may day and i wanted a break from mum. but i knew it would be a very tricky thing to stage. yet, i wanted to head out to the hairdresser with bee. it had been a long while since i was able to spent time alone with him. but i was acutely aware that if i were to leave my mum alone at home and to go out with bee, she would go all haywire suspecting that i would be out planning with him how to kill her again. and so i experimented with this - i dyed her hair. and after i applied the dye, i told her i will be heading out to have a haircut, and that i would be running errands such as to buying more dye for her for future use and buying bread for her breakfast tomorrow. and i told her she needed to keep time for 45 min the colour to set for her hair. i told her that at 2.20pm sharp, she should go wash her hair. and she should shampoo her hair twice so that the dye can be completely washed off. and with these instructions, i left the house.

i came back at about 3pm. i was half expecting her to be black-faced and throwing tantrums. but she was not. she was ok. she did not go gaga... instead, she told me how she kept time and how much effort she took to shampoo herself... my experimentation to distract her from my absence worked!

it was such a great relief!

:-)

baldness

yup. got myself bald again. and as i was about to head to the hairdresser, a thought came to my mind. and i asked - hmmm, perhaps i should do it after tomorrow? there will be guests visiting my unit tomorrow and i will not look good if i were bald, so unglam... and then i remembered - the very reason why i wanted to go bald is to remind myself that i should not be attached to the whole idea of beauty. such superficiality/ vanity is against the the grain of my practise as a buddhist. that i should continue to cultivate my inner self and guard myself against attachments, much less attachments to myself.

and so, i went ahead with my baldness...

Sunday, 29 April 2012

she wins!

in my attempt to convince mum that bee has her interest at heart, i tried to play up to religion card. afterall, she has the habit of falling back to religion whenever she's uncomfortable... here's how the conversation went:

me: you know, he has your interest at heart and helps me whenever he can. i am thankful to him for being around...

mum: (ignoring what i said) ... i always pray to god and to buddha to bless you.

me: ah, yes, he is also a good practising buddhist. and he, like you and i, goes the kmspks to pray to the buddha. he also helps out at buddhist temples and observes vegetarianism regularly. 

mum: no, the buddha he prays to is fake...

me: ....

she wins...


weekend just started!

she has gone to bed. and yes, my weekend has just started. and no, i still cannot leave the house cos she'll think i'm leaving the house to bring people home to kill her. but well, at least with her in her room, i can now do what i want to do (in the house) without worrying about worrying her. imagine, even when i were to lie in my own bed in my room, she'd tip toe to my room door and peep in to see what i was doing. so you can imagine how her mind will go when and if i were to close my door...

anyway, weekend has just started!

:-)

judging others

i have previously looked badly at people who outwardly show any form of negative behaviour towards their elderly parents. but having been put in this position now, i am beginning to better appreciate what a primary caregiver of an elderly have to go through.

it's not that i condone such behaviours, but i am now a little more understanding and will surely be less judgmental about people when and if i encounter such incidents. and I feel strongly that there must be better structures and assistance in the community to help primary caregivers of elderly people.

"i"

been reminding myself that the person i am dealing with is no longer a sane person. she is a sick person who is totally screwed up up there. and she is a pitiful person who knows no more logic and totally consumed with herself. when i think that way, it helped me depersonalize the whole experience and just give in. she has been destroyed by her overly focused on herself. and looking at it that way, i must remind myself to also let go of myself and let go of her.

firstly, letting go of myself. i shall not get worked up when things get challenging and when tantrums are directed at me. it is not about protecting my dignity and standing up for myself when she scolds me and is unreasonable. i should have no sense of self when faced with such situations. once u start to see things from an "i" angle, anger will set in. self-centricity has not place when handling a person whose mind is no longer logical.

secondly, letting her go. she is sick in her mind. she is no longer able to think things objectively. she is so consumed by herself that she no longer understands logic. logic to her is about herself, everything about herself. it does not matter what anyone does, she choose to interpret all actions according to her state of mind. if she sees you as a threat, whatever good you do, she's still twist it to convince herself that you have ulterior motives, when you do not do anything, she'll use it to reinforce her belief that there is nothing good you can do for her (at best) or that it is a prelude to upcoming bad things. and so, when faced with such a person who is your mother, you have to learn to let her go. she is no longer your mother per se. just remind yourself that she had performed her motherly duties previously and that the only thing you can do for her now is to ensure her basic needs are provided for.

i need to remind myself of these. her inability to let herself go has robbed her of her sanity. i must learn from her. i need to let go of myself. and i need let go of her. the cliche phrase - if you love someone, let him/ her go - applies here totally. and it applies personally too... for my own sanity, just ignore her abuses and tantrums...

introverts & stress

the problem with introverts like me is that one the surface, things will seem very controlled and calm. but inside, there is a whole damned amount of pent up emotions. and there is often no outlets and all the negative energies get directed to myself. i end up getting destroyed inside. and with internal destruction, my abilitites to manage the source of stress/ stressors weakened. and when hit a certain point, all energies, that had been pent up, will erupt, burst out and be directed at the source of the stress...

this had happened a couple of times in my life, especially at work. i usually end up screaming back at my bosses and gave them a earful. it happened in 1996, 1999 and again in 2002 when i burst and literally fucked my bosses during those periods. and when it is about people i work with, i end up scolding them so badly, they wished they never existed. in 1995, i punished my whole unit publicly and scolded my deputy openly. in 2005, i scolded my female staff until she cry. she resigned after that...

i must say i have and am still learning to manage myself. and the person (well, not a person per se) who had "tamed" me significantly over the years is none other than my closest companion - sapphie.

ok, am not sure where i am heading in this post, but really, i hope to continually manage this aspect of me. sapphie had helped. religion had helped. i think i need to try harder...

safety

i know myself well enough. and becos i know myself, i am very seriously considering sending my mum to an old folks home.

anger, like a volcano, knows no limits... once it erupts, it cannot be stopped. and the course of nature will be changed.

cows & water

the usual sentence is - you can bring the horse to the river but you can't force the horse to drink. this phrase has been used by many to describe how you cannot force anyone to do anything if he/ she doesn't want to do. eg eat dinner. i love horses. and somehow i cannot bring myself to use the word "horse" here and now. so...

you can bring the cow to the river but you can't force the cow to drink.

again!

for reasons unknown to me, she started to throw tantrums today again... first thing i got from her when i woke up was - "why you slept so late last night!?"... huh?!? since when i slept late? i refused to get drawn into her nonsense. just gave her the facts of what time i slept. let her decide for herself if it was late.

and then it was refusing to eat breakfast, and then insisting in going to the temple, not that i won't bring her, just that even before i can take my breath from marketing, cooking, housework and so on, she was already chasing me to bring her there... very last minute, very rush. no time to rest, no time to take a breather, no time to even get myself mentally prepared for it... and all these happened in the morning. so you can imagine how the rest of the day went. and even as i write this, she is still throwing tantrums and refusing to eat the dinner i cook...

am not sure if u feel tired reading about all these frustrations, but frankly for me, i feel tired writing about it again and again. so you can imagine how tired i feel. well, need to hold back, control, control...

i look forward to the weekdays...

Saturday, 28 April 2012

oven hot

i must be freaking bored to be writing about the weather, but really, it is damned freaking hot these couple of days. and it is not the normal kinda heat that i experienced locally. it reminded me of the summer heat that i get went i was posted to florida summer 2004!

and frankly, the heat is really getting to me. feeling as though i am falling sick and coupled with the heatiness and dryness of my mouth, i am really aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!


this week

after the stressful start to the week, i thought the week went relatively ok.

monday was bad due to mum's mental condition and she gave me the cold war through the day. tuesday was bad as she continued with her tantrums, but weirdly, wednesday arrived and she acted like as though nothing had happened. and so, life turned back to "normal" as sudden as it turned bad at the start of the week. so, the rest of the week kinda became quite routine again with the usual work, rehab center, bringing her out for dinners immediately after work and trying to stretch the evening out as long as possible so as to make her tired. that was basically how the week went for me on the homefront.

as for the workfront, well, as usual, the meetings and trying to adjust to the new boss and the many meetings that came and went. so far seemed to be ok. this new boss tried to justify the unpleasant and uncalled for comments that my big boss (his boss) told me some couple of weeks back. well, i just nodded and smiled. no point getting worked up for it. reflecting, if i did not agree to what my big boss said, i should just depersonalize this whole issue and move on as soon as i get a new job. there is no rush per se as i have reflected earlier. but what i am very clear about was that there is no need to feel personal about all these anymore. i must remember the bad lesson i learnt in my regular service days with the armed forces that organizational loyalty is nothing but bullshit. ultimately, the organization has its own interest to look after. so...

well, that was my week. not too eventful at work and perhaps a little weird at home. oh, since i am ranting, this week, my laptop went kapoot... and have been forced to use my office laptop to blog and to surf the net. do not do so usually as i do not like the idea of things being cached in my laptop, especially so when and if i surf sites that are blocked at work or sites that could possibly compromise my personal life (like porn as well as my blog! hahaha). also, yesterday, my phone contract ends and that means i can now shop for a new phone as i renew the contract! hurray! and of cos, it's a nice end to the week to be commemorating our 7th anniversary/ start of our eighth year... (not that we are doing anything romantic or significant)... heh heh... i supposed the event itself gives me a mental break from all the routine stress...

:-)

6 months

just went for my medical review earlier. all's ok on the blood test. cholesterol level (lhl, hdl) all ok, within the desirable range for me, blood sugar after fasting ok, liver enzymes ok, etc... for now to sustain my statins at current level. as for the anti-depressant and sleeping pills, to continue. mouth/ lips dryness, no choice, side effects of anti-depressant. encouraged to sleep more and have more rest...

to review in 6 months.

:-)


Friday, 27 April 2012

8

today, we mark the end of our 7th year and the start our 8th year (i.e 7th anniversary)!

end of 6 (start of 7), end of 5 (start of 6)end of 4 , end of 3, reflective end of 2, and i did not blog anything during our anniversaries before that!

:-)

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

support

for reasons unknown or perhaps just an uncanny coincidence, i received a couple of whatsapp messages from friends. first, it was from sam, a constant source of support, although some of his suggestions may, at times seemed difficult to implement... and i also got a whatsapp message from another friend in hk. it was past mid-night and the message came in - how are you? everything ok?

it was so nice to hear from alvin. and being a buddhist himself, and a social worker, he gave me some advise about how to manage such situations. and offered to help me check for support resources.

i am grateful i have friends to support me emotionally when things get tough. and talking about friends and support, i personally also think it would be useful if bee can see himself as part of the solution and be more forthcoming in engaging mum. his avoidance of mum only further aggravate the challenge and reinforces mum's perception of him as a hostile person... then again, i can only hope for this to happen.

what a f-up start!

after the whole weekend tensions and the mirror disaster, i had hoped for a smooth start to the week. well, it did not. my week did not start well.

woke up, got myself ready for work and next thing I know, mum asked me to bring her to pay respects to my grandparents. i asked why and she said they came back to visit her in her dreams and warned her that people are conniving to steal my salary and my money. hmmm, how would you respond to such an input? well, i told her not to have wild thoughts and gave her details of my salary and a point to point breakdown of how i use my salary every month. told her her worries were unfounded and she should not think too much... i left for work after that.

for the whole freaking day, i tried to call and check on her but there was no reply. got calls from my sis telling me she had more than 7 missed calls from mum. i sensed something wrong and hurried home at about 4pm, the time when she'd return from the rehab center.

when i saw her, i asked if she's ok and why was it she did not pick up the phone. what i did not expect to get a trashing from her. apart from accusing me of demanding 30k from her, she also said her money in her wallet was missing. the sentences in this whole episode was totally illogical. at one moment, i was accused of demanding 30k, at one moment, i was chasing her out of the house, and the next moment, i was shirking my responsibilities to take care of her, and so on. and as she rattled on, the allegations and story just got more and more wild and twisted.

i totally lost my cool! tried to ask her to try to understand me. tried to explain to her i was explaining how i use my salary and not demanding money from her (and goodness knows how she got that magic number 30k! would have taken me many month to earn that amount!), tried to tell her she is giving me a lot of stress with her wild allegations... but it was no use, she just kept on with her allegations of 30k and so on.

i left her alone after a while and when i thought things where relatively cooler, i offered to her fruit juice. again, she screamed at me and shouted that she would no longer recognize me as her son. she went further to also disown all her children, my siblings...

that was it. i had reached my ultimate limit. alright, you don't recognise me as your son, but you cannot ignore the fact that you are my late-father's wife and my late-grandfather's daughter-in-law. and given that they are dead, i shall lecture you in the capacity of the head of the household, a status i inherited when my father died! that you have been married into the family and you have no right to disown someone with my surname! no one shall malign nor spoil my surname, not one who was married into the family.

i lectured her for 2hours. she kept quiet. i admit i was harsh. i had assumed the role of a fucking traditional male chauvanistic pig. but i was really at my wits end. i reckoned if i have to use such tones and angle to deliver my message for her to understand and put her in the right place, i will fucking do it!

damned!