yeah....Things will only get better

Lost track of time totally until M messaged me regarding an appointment. Forgotten to reply to him about my availability. So Sorry about that. Foresee such things happening again... Haiz..

He's the first casualty of the year I guess. Will be rushing  down later...

Didn't really celebrate the new year... in fact it didn't feel like a holiday at all. Was at work. 

It was a real experience witnessing the other side of Singapore Society. I shall not divulge much over here. All I would say is to cherish your loved ones and not wait till something happens before ... you know, you regret.  Many of times, it's the words that count.

Words can make you happy, they can make you sad. They can even kill you!!

Best wishes to you and your wife.

Things got a little bit too predictable... work issues were the order of the day and hence rendering them not suitable for this blog or for that matter any other.

Had a little break, went around the world on a backpack (ok la... not exactly around the world but nevertheless had a fair bit of walking) Colleagues are complaining that I've gained weight. My tummy is getting very much visible... hmm... will look into that.

But that's not the main issue that put me out of blogging for such a prolonged period. You see my friend, I can't remember my password. Of course, I can always get it reset and things like that. Not that I'm lazy but it did set me thinking, could it be a signal that I should really stop blogging?

I still enjoy posting some rubbish on this site. Not exactly serious stuff... after all this wasn't meant to be a serious site. Just some things here and there... bits and pieces.

This blog will remain  as such... unpredictable.

Thanks for taking the time to venture here but I think it's easier to contact me through my phone or email me than to try your luck peering through the entries. Thanks again for the interest with my life though...

=)

Just a quick word to you know who you are. I have no intention to pen this but you're just asking for it. The episode was over many many many months ago. Yes, Past Tense. I have no intention to find out how he/she/they/them is(are) doing. This is my preferred way and my belief that is this the correct or most appropriate approach for me. I don't think I'm heartless, on the contrary, I don't owe anyone anything and that's a fact. For God's sake, get on with your life. I thank you for your concern in this aspect but I really need a breather. It's so nice to note that life can be wonderful without them physically around but just the wonderful memories. Don't get me going into who's right and who's wrong. I have my opinion, they have their opinion. And you probably have yours. And we're not trying to find out who's right and who's wrong. That will never be conclusive. They have chosen the best way for them and I have chosen mine. 

Yes, that was one of the worst moment in my life. But I've overcame it. By not keeping in touch gives all of us the much needed space to move on with all matters. Some have moved much faster and some have decided to turn around and ask  why haven't you moved just as quick? I'll always remember that question but I habour no ill feelings. Yes, we'll all meet again some day. And yes, memories will be triggered. But this is life. Love, Friendship, Companionship... you name it. There are ups and downs. Some short and some long. Some disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. 

I walked through some of the darkest moments without some of the people that I thought were my closest friends. I still mix around with them, except I can't, hand to heart, claim to have them as my closest friends. I 've been through some difficult times with them and managed to give them the solution. When it was my turn, I no longer have the luxury of someone being by my side, to plough, to dig , to simply put, labour on. I thought others would be around to see me through. But crap, I struggled alone. 

Let me tell you my dear friend, I'm not bitter. I'm disappointed that help wasn't initiated but well, the bottom line is that I got through. My relationship with all parties did not hinge on any of these failures. We've got to look at the big picture. Simply put, they have indeed lent a helping hand when I needed one in the past. And I cannot choose to overlook that and choose to harp on the " have-nots".

I'm not sure if this make sense to anyone of you reading this. Sometimes in life, there are things that are meant to be in the past tense. The wonderful memories keep things going. Do not try to change the status as such. Things happen for a reason, no matter how hard you try and if things just don't go your way, you just have to accept it.

To borrow a quote from one of my big boss whom I had the honour of having dinner with last Friday, " Sometimes in life, you really have to believe in luck. It's something that you cannot discount totally. However, you have to put in your best effort even if no help is available and luck seems to have deserted you. Try to make your own luck. And when everything is done and the outcome is still not what you desire, that's God's way of telling you that He's still in charge."

Yes, the Almighty is very much in charge. I might have chosen my preference but He will see me through His chosen way for me. I just have to do my best. =)

Emotions aside, I am extremely heartened by the fact that Miss Fraser took much efforts to retrace her roots. Her adoptive family have definitely treated her well. However there is this bond that can never be explained. It is strong enough for her to make a trip back to Singapore, her place of birth.

I was watching a clip on youtube. It was an old clip. The Australian Football team was playing Italy. Emotions were high. The crowd cheered on their teams. While I have no idea what the Italians were chanting, the Australian supporters were singing out loud the song, Waltzing Matilda.

To the Australians, this is the song. A song that unites, a song that motivates, a song that brings out the Australianess in them. It almost became their National Anthem, so I was told.

While I am not Australian, this song did bring back lotsa memories for me.

During my JC days, there was this teacher from Australia. He didn't teach my class but well he was famous for riding a Harley to School. During one of the assembly sessions, he introduced this song to us. The boys in my class, especially myself, Fang Ming and maybe Nicholas caught on with this and keep humming and singing to ourselves.

The wonders of music. Yes, it became refreshing to the class, especially when the lessons get boring or when the examination stress became a tad to much to handle, this song really comes along. Who really studies in JC anyway? Except when the exams come along?

I remember my days back in Catholic High. Back then, parents that were old boys would try their best to enroll their children into the primary school. And yes, they do get preference over non old boys. However, how do you proof that you were once a student? Documentary proof may some times be lost. You can't always get a replacement or something to be certified as a true copy. That was in the old days I guess. I might be wrong. But I digress. 

So what was the solution? The school management got the parent into a room and gave him an interview. To find out more and also to determine how "linked" he was to the school and not only when his boy was due for primary school.

And that interview would always consist of this question. " Can you remember the school song?". A true blue Catholic High boy will never forget this song. And yes this is indeed a good measure. However, we never sing this song for fun or "perform" this song. It should only be sang during official functions. I remember the day when the ex was so disappointed that I refuse to sing to her this song. I'm sorry for the same thing holds. 

As much as I loved her and would want to give her whatever that made her happy, certain things just cannot be compromised. 

Certain bonds just remain. It's difficult to sever such ties, till this very day.

I am glad that Fraser found her biological family and that a holding a belief for more than 30 years paid off for Mdm Liow. Yes , some roots are just too strong.

I wish them all the best. =)

When I was about to get into my car, this little boy ran over. He was at most 5 years old. 

" Uncle Uncle..." he panted... oh well.. I'm used to be known as Uncle anyway. Even L thought that I was with the organisation for ages. Back to the boy.

I closed the door.

"What happened?" I asked with a smile. Yes, service, service and service.

" Uncle... my didi( Chinese for younger brother) .... stratched his KuK*J*ao... mama says cannot but he did leh.. how ah?"

Ah... the innocence of childhood....