LIFE LEGACY

Well, what's life?

Life is perhaps the most wonderful prototype a human can get. Without life, there is no wonder. Because life itself creates tonnes of wonders the nature can co-exist. It's been the legacy from nowhere till somewhere far we can never see. Some call it a development, some call it destruction; whichever the case, it's still the improvements we're talking about, so that we all can enjoy.

Life is rather driven by the surroundings. Sometimes one can confidently say 'I drive my life', but in fact and seriously it is too easy said than done. A mother's smile can get the baby craw further; a carol sang by everyone warms every heart; and even at the deathbed of your dear kin, the feeling of loss can subside after a big warm hug. Indeed, in life we are all dependants. We love people and in return, we hope people will love us back. That's all because no one is by himself, no man's an island; for a clap will always take two hands. Exception to those who can drive his own life, a round of applause. I salute. Otherwise, I know I'm like the rest who can't live in the world of my own. In fact, there's no such world. But I am the stimulus, so are you.

My dream world for everybody is one that is filled with love. No hatred, grudges, immorality, unethicality or conditioned love. Stop the blame, for it will never end. Smile, go and never look back, for life has better things to catch up on. Had your catch, turn around and look back at how sacred things were, for it had never been that easy to fish. Future is the world, if the present makes a story for a bleak past.

Life is a journey, a long long journey. Forgive and forget, and a better day will come. So what's with pushing a car that will never move? So what, change a car then. Hiking with a swollen feet? Rest or heal, and go on. I shouldn't repeat this once more: life is very vulnerable and unpredictable. The next moment royalty comes; or next, life falls. Things are constantly changing, so is life. So, create love and give love, as far as possible, for you might not get another chance for it.

- Just a simple story to show how much I care for the people around me, not at any expense or condition, and regardless of who you are, where you're from.

The abundance that ticks

Still unemployed. Still as bored as ever.

6 books at once is the answer.

1. The Greater Generation - In Defense of the Baby Boom Legacy (Leonard Steinhorn)
2. Depths (Henning Mankell)
3. Merdeka Square (Kerry B. Collison)
4. Golden Boy - Memories of a Hong Kong Childhood (Martin Booth)
5. The Process of Internationalization - Strategic, Cultural and Policy Perspectives
6. Crafting Marketing Strategy - To Improve Your Business & Profit (Dr Charlie In)

I feel loaded. Not cash wise though. 

I'M HOT

I'm fxxking warm. Not one with some hospitality.

But...

35°C

Even my hamsters avoided their running wheel. And instead of cuddling together for comfort, they've since been staying away from each other as far as possible, laying around like a tare panda. 

Neighbours' windows are mostly shut, because air-con is the only ice in the dessert. 

Grrr...

Damn pek chek.

SYF 09

SYF 09 was a killer. The judges were here to kill most of the bands. Gold bands got their silver, while the silver ones got their bronze. That was exactly the case, we felt. For the whole morning of 8th April, almost 80% of the participating schools were given bronze, and many done so consecutively. Swiss cottage band had been getting their Gold medal until now, a silver. Same goes to Commonwealth, just to name a few. Hillgrove wasn't bad - in fact they were good enough to have clinched a silver with their hard work. But a spade being a spade, the players should nonetheless still recognise it and work hard the next round. Just that the judges wanted to raise the local standard, that's all. I would only say, don't cry over spilled milk. Mr Ong has done his best, in fact much more hard work than the previous ones. I'm quite certain Mr Ong won't be allowed to recontract. So if that's the case, the alumni will vacate their already-cold seats too. It's just no point reviving an already dead pet. Unless the school changes its 'system', the status quo shall remain. I pity the few.

Insomnia

To fall asleep? That hasn't been much an easy task for the past one week, every night without fail. I would silently howl away after every glance at my digital watch seeing the changes by the hour, only to realise i'm still wide, wide awake. It irks me that both feets feels cold and clammy.

Habit dies hard - I'm still googling 'how to sleep well' to solve insomnia. As if it would help.

BOLD and (simply) NUTS

It is a school in a jungle with monkeys all over pointing fingers. That's all I could conclude. The younger ones hide, while the older ones lie atop them, collectively watching how the finger-system works. I couldn't believe there is a school in Singapore with extremely low morale in the staff. Are we too 'first world'? Or are their EQ too 'third world'? The top ones cover facts, the middle and lower ones suffer the process. Worse, so do the outside ones. It's just a system too rigid, albeit certainly nice on papers and appraisals. Everybody loves good appraisal, but is it a chore to be flexible? Material and realistic.

But I do understand the constraints of the poor few. I understand. No one owes another a living or two. So we shall stop the actions and give a halt to the induced one-way so-called 'interaction'. I shall stop providing the never-appreciated service. So will my team of loyal freaks. Not that I didn't want to clarify more, I was utterly wordless. I'm freaking disappointed.

Bukit Batok Street 52: a street of grief. I'll recover.

I Will Remember to Forget

Well, the title says it all. Yet again.

Or maybe trying hard to forget to remember. 

The fragrance, breeze, and the last quarter. Into the air they vanish.

The darkest bouquet ever. In the pink of recent memory.