i'm bootiful....
your eyesight is suspect kck baby... but thanks anyway...
Friday, September 30, 2005
Burning the candle at both ends?
Too much caffeine. Too much sugar. Too much tele-conferencing. Too many dreams.
Not enough sleep.
And now I'm suffering from it.
I'm sniffling. And I can't breathe. My head hurts. My ears ache and my toes feel all funny.
I'm in no condition to blog. I need all my energy to just breathe in and out properly.
Not enough sleep.
And now I'm suffering from it.
I'm sniffling. And I can't breathe. My head hurts. My ears ache and my toes feel all funny.
I'm in no condition to blog. I need all my energy to just breathe in and out properly.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Mr X
I was just on MSN with Mr X. And he insists that I blog about him, the narcisstic creature! He just can't get enough of being told what a 'nice' person he is!!
And that's what he is essentially, a nice person who wouldn't hurt a fly, and who everybody loves being friends with. He's like Everybody Loves Raymond, just smarter and less irritating.
Another thing about him, he absolutely hates being described as 'nice'! He thinks it's too common-place, too ordinary. "After all, anybody can be nice!" he thinks. Not true Mr X, not true at all.
And that's what he is essentially, a nice person who wouldn't hurt a fly, and who everybody loves being friends with. He's like Everybody Loves Raymond, just smarter and less irritating.
Another thing about him, he absolutely hates being described as 'nice'! He thinks it's too common-place, too ordinary. "After all, anybody can be nice!" he thinks. Not true Mr X, not true at all.
Not everybody has that special warmth and graciousness and sincerity to be what he is. And frankly, not many has quite come close to this very special friend of mine.
I think Lynette said it well at their wedding, and if I may just borrow her words...
Thank you for helping me be a better person than I was before I knew you.
The story that never ends....
I like stories that end well.
Not necessarily a happy ending. I don't mind if the guy and the girl doesn't end up together. Or if the aliens eat up all human beings. Of if everybody dies.
As long as it's a nice neat ending, I'm happy. It gives me closure. And I can put down the book, or walk away from the movie, well-satisfied with a clean finish.
And I sometimes I wish real-life could be the same with the endings.
I wish old stale storylines that are so stale it's spouting mould already will just end. Instead, they seem to delight in resurrecting themselves.
Why are stories and events which should be lying six-feet underground, rearing their ugly heads at me again?
Will it all never end?
Not necessarily a happy ending. I don't mind if the guy and the girl doesn't end up together. Or if the aliens eat up all human beings. Of if everybody dies.
As long as it's a nice neat ending, I'm happy. It gives me closure. And I can put down the book, or walk away from the movie, well-satisfied with a clean finish.
And I sometimes I wish real-life could be the same with the endings.
I wish old stale storylines that are so stale it's spouting mould already will just end. Instead, they seem to delight in resurrecting themselves.
Why are stories and events which should be lying six-feet underground, rearing their ugly heads at me again?
Will it all never end?
At the end of the day...
It's been a really long day...
Well, technically, the day is pretty much as long as any other day in terms of hours and minutes and seconds, but it's just one of those days that seemed to stretch on forever, whilst there you are, just waiting, with out-stretched neck, for time to pass ever so slowly and painfully...
Whatever it is, I'm just glad the day's finally almost over.
I'm not sure what it was that cause the downward spiral of my spirits ever since last night.. It could be my body's craving for more sleep and more sugar. It could be because I slept really badly and had weird dreams last night. Or it could be that single message that just sent me spinning out of orbit.
And obviously, it didn't stop there. The downward spiral continued today. And I think it affected my brain so much I did what I normally wouldn't do. Only to accelerate the downward spiral at an exponential rate.
Oh, when will I ever learn not to be stoopid?
Well, the day's finally over. And after that lousy day I've had, I think I deserve some retail therapy. With my mobile phone switched off.
Off I go now...
Well, technically, the day is pretty much as long as any other day in terms of hours and minutes and seconds, but it's just one of those days that seemed to stretch on forever, whilst there you are, just waiting, with out-stretched neck, for time to pass ever so slowly and painfully...
Whatever it is, I'm just glad the day's finally almost over.
I'm not sure what it was that cause the downward spiral of my spirits ever since last night.. It could be my body's craving for more sleep and more sugar. It could be because I slept really badly and had weird dreams last night. Or it could be that single message that just sent me spinning out of orbit.
And obviously, it didn't stop there. The downward spiral continued today. And I think it affected my brain so much I did what I normally wouldn't do. Only to accelerate the downward spiral at an exponential rate.
Oh, when will I ever learn not to be stoopid?
Well, the day's finally over. And after that lousy day I've had, I think I deserve some retail therapy. With my mobile phone switched off.
Off I go now...
I just love strawberry pink!
I think I'm getting old...
I've forsaken the clean zen look and the sophisticated black for my blog.
Instead, I've opted for strawberry pink instead. It's just oh-so-sweet! So like me, not!
I'm just loving it!
I've forsaken the clean zen look and the sophisticated black for my blog.
Instead, I've opted for strawberry pink instead. It's just oh-so-sweet! So like me, not!
I'm just loving it!
Why and Why Bother?!
"Why" is the only question that bothers people enough to have an entire letter of the alphabet named after it.
"Why?" is almost the most difficult question to answer. And yet, this is the question I've been asking repeatedly the last couple of days, if only in my head.
After a week of why-ing in my own head, I finally said it out loud, "Why?". Why do people do the things they do? Why are people cruel and unkind, but not know that they are being cruel and unkind? Why do I let people bother me? I just don't get it.
And then, I asked myself, why do I bother even?
There comes a point when one stops asking "Why?", and says instead, "Why bother?".
The alphabet does not go "A B C D What? When? How?" but it goes "V W X Why? Z"
(The Salmon of Doubt, Douglas Adams)
"Why?" is almost the most difficult question to answer. And yet, this is the question I've been asking repeatedly the last couple of days, if only in my head.
After a week of why-ing in my own head, I finally said it out loud, "Why?". Why do people do the things they do? Why are people cruel and unkind, but not know that they are being cruel and unkind? Why do I let people bother me? I just don't get it.
And then, I asked myself, why do I bother even?
There comes a point when one stops asking "Why?", and says instead, "Why bother?".
Paradox Of Life
Why is it that every time you try to do the right thing, it all goes very wrong.
And then you start to wonder why you even bother trying in the very first place...
Maybe Lucid Maxima is right.... But I paraphrase her a little..It always gets a lot of worse before it will start to get any better...
And then you start to wonder why you even bother trying in the very first place...
Maybe Lucid Maxima is right.... But I paraphrase her a little..It always gets a lot of worse before it will start to get any better...
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
How Much is Too Much?!
At which point does it become too much to bear? Is there a point where I can give up without feeling like I haven't done enough?
Why do I feel as if I'm bearing too much on my shoulders?
Yet at the same time, I know I can't give in now. No matter how much it seems to bear, every time we put it a bit more, we become a little bit better.
It can only get better after this point.
There! I feel better now. Time to get up and work at pushing the boundaries of my own limitations.
Why do I feel as if I'm bearing too much on my shoulders?
Yet at the same time, I know I can't give in now. No matter how much it seems to bear, every time we put it a bit more, we become a little bit better.
It can only get better after this point.
There! I feel better now. Time to get up and work at pushing the boundaries of my own limitations.
Putting Away Childish Things
When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things.
I did a lot of growing up this year.
I used to think that growing us is an almost magical process. We'll just wake up one day, at the age of 21, and realised that overnight, we've become wise and mature and "grown-up".
Being the happy-go-lucky person that I was, that was the way I lived my life, just as it is, day by day, with no idea of what I'm doing and where I'm heading. My motto was "what will be, will be".
It was just recently I woke up, took a look around myself, and realised what a stupid motto that was. I realised that at the ripe old age of 28, I still had a lot of growing up to do. If I don't do it now, I'll soon find myself 50 years old, and with the maturity of a 20 year old!
Arghhhh!! What a ghastly thought!
You know how you always hear your people tell their kids things like "You're a big boy now! You shouldn't be crying just because you fell down." or "You're a big sister now, and you must take care of your little brother".
Of course I don't expect to have people tell me what I should be doing. But the principle of it works nonetheless. We must take stock of ourselves, and learn to put away the childish things in our lives.
So that was what I did. I sat down and thought hard, and wrote down all the childish things that I had to consciously put away. And boy was that list long!
Thank God the year's not yet over. I still have some time before the end of the year!
I did a lot of growing up this year.
I used to think that growing us is an almost magical process. We'll just wake up one day, at the age of 21, and realised that overnight, we've become wise and mature and "grown-up".
Being the happy-go-lucky person that I was, that was the way I lived my life, just as it is, day by day, with no idea of what I'm doing and where I'm heading. My motto was "what will be, will be".
It was just recently I woke up, took a look around myself, and realised what a stupid motto that was. I realised that at the ripe old age of 28, I still had a lot of growing up to do. If I don't do it now, I'll soon find myself 50 years old, and with the maturity of a 20 year old!
Arghhhh!! What a ghastly thought!
You know how you always hear your people tell their kids things like "You're a big boy now! You shouldn't be crying just because you fell down." or "You're a big sister now, and you must take care of your little brother".
Of course I don't expect to have people tell me what I should be doing. But the principle of it works nonetheless. We must take stock of ourselves, and learn to put away the childish things in our lives.
So that was what I did. I sat down and thought hard, and wrote down all the childish things that I had to consciously put away. And boy was that list long!
Thank God the year's not yet over. I still have some time before the end of the year!
New Brain No Brain
My brain is highly valued. Because it's new, and hasn't been used before. In fact, it's still pristinely wrapped up in plastic.
I hardly have to use my brain. That's because I'm too smart. I don't usually need to use my brain for the things that I do daily at work. In fact, I breezed through my years at university with only the occasional use of it, although I must admit I only barely got my Bachelor degree.
Lat night, I had to actually sit down and think. Because I had a problem that stumped me. And I had to figure out how to save the worl. I sat for a full 15 minutes and thought. And boy was that tiring. In fact, I think I over-taxed it a little. I now feel a slight ache in the front frontal lobe. And I couldn't get to sleep for a while due to over-stimulation of the brain I think.
Gee! Now my brain is no longer new! I have nothing to boast about now! What a bummer!
I hardly have to use my brain. That's because I'm too smart. I don't usually need to use my brain for the things that I do daily at work. In fact, I breezed through my years at university with only the occasional use of it, although I must admit I only barely got my Bachelor degree.
Lat night, I had to actually sit down and think. Because I had a problem that stumped me. And I had to figure out how to save the worl. I sat for a full 15 minutes and thought. And boy was that tiring. In fact, I think I over-taxed it a little. I now feel a slight ache in the front frontal lobe. And I couldn't get to sleep for a while due to over-stimulation of the brain I think.
Gee! Now my brain is no longer new! I have nothing to boast about now! What a bummer!
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
World Peace
It seems that the world is becoming a better place! There's hope for us yet!
On July 28 2005, the Provisional IRA Army Council announced an end to its armed campaign, after years of bloodshed. I call this nothing short of a miracle. This is the first time that any organisation styling itself the IRA has voluntarily decided to destroy its arms.
Today, 25 September 2005, IRA has announced that the decommissioning of its weapns is completed!
It's indeed a day to be remembered!
World peace seems so much more attainable today than it did yesterday.
On July 28 2005, the Provisional IRA Army Council announced an end to its armed campaign, after years of bloodshed. I call this nothing short of a miracle. This is the first time that any organisation styling itself the IRA has voluntarily decided to destroy its arms.
Today, 25 September 2005, IRA has announced that the decommissioning of its weapns is completed!
It's indeed a day to be remembered!
World peace seems so much more attainable today than it did yesterday.
Friday, September 23, 2005
Mars Attack!
What is it with me and calories laden food recently?!
First, it was the love affair with Carls Jr. The love affair is still going on for those who are kaypoh ones.
And now it's a combination of the 2 favourite types of food - sweets AND fried food! Presenting to you...the delectable fried mars bar!
It seems that they have it at a mall near me. I can't wait to try it out.
I wonder how many love affairs with how many types of food can I have with at one time...
First Love
I think I'm falling in love!
With Carls Jr.!
I had a virgin tryst with Carls Jr Famous Star, with Onion Rings. And there were 6 others watching me being pleasured.
It was mind bloggling. Earth shattering.
It all started with a proposition. I don't know who initiated the encounter. It could have been me, I was gagging for it.
We set a time, and a meeting place.
At 12 sharp, I got ready for my rendezvous.
At12.30, I finally arrived at the location where the tryst was arranged.
My heart was racing even as I was waiting in line for my turn. Visually, I was being teased and stimulated by all those full colour sensuous images all around me. It was oh so intoxicating.
When my turn came, I asked for Famous Star, with onion rings, in a trembling voice. They gave me a number, which I put on the table, carefully and in full view of the ones who will deliver me my baby.
I got ready for my virgin experience with the greatest of care. got the tomato and chilli sauce for my onion rings ready. I made sure the drink I wouldn't interfered not in my tasting experience.
I sat myself down carefully, preened myself and waited.
Thw wait was agonizing.
Finally, it was time.
Famous Star arrived. (With onion rings)
I undressed it carefull.
And pursed my lips to kiss it.
The first kiss is the most important. It will either make or break the relationship. Will this relationship last?!
I held him close to me, and bit as gently as I could. I didn't want to frighten it. I could feel its warm moistness in my mouth. It tasted good.
Golden brown BBQ sauce oozed out from between its buns. I licked it up before it could fall unto the table.
Famous Star was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted! I was hooked. I declared my undying love to Carls Junior.
Never will I taint or corrupt myself with other less worthy partners again.
My heart was hook, link sinker sold on only one! Never again will I look at another burger chain.
Now I'm happy! I've found the love of my life!
And for the 6 who were there at the most important day of my life, thank you for being there, begotting my life to the most delicious thing I've ever eaten. It was a most beautiful moment.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Weird Meanderings...
If anybody wants to make me suffer, here's how...
Put loads of people in a tiny studio flat. Make sure there's at least 3 people squashed into per square foot of space.
And then switch on the TV, and up the volume to drown the murmurings of conversation taking place.
And then switch on the hi-fi, and turn up the volume to drown the TV, which is in turn masking the voices of the people.
Put me in the middle of these people. And better still, make sure there's a good mix of the following types of people: snooty la-di-da types, the bimbo types who go "oohhh...I alway thought eggs grew on trees!", the sleeveless tight T-shirt guy types who put on rouge..
What I will do is very simple. I will stand frozen for about 20 seconds. But in my head, I'm actually running like a headless chicken, going "Let me out of here! Let me out of here!"
But being the clever cool person that I am, I will get a hold of myself after a while. I will turn off the hifi and the TV, and shoo everybody out of the house after screaming at them like some mad banshee.
Quite the party pooper aren't I?!
Actually, I don't mind the party! But why is the hi-fi and TV both switched on at the same time in a room full of people?! What is wrong with the picture? Nobody is watching the telly and listening to the hi-fi. Switch the damn things off!
There was this story about some guy being stuck in the elevator for 3 days and 3 nights. I shudder even to think of it.
Now I'm imagining - being stuck in a lift full of people, for hours, or even days. I'm weeping at the thought.
Put loads of people in a tiny studio flat. Make sure there's at least 3 people squashed into per square foot of space.
And then switch on the TV, and up the volume to drown the murmurings of conversation taking place.
And then switch on the hi-fi, and turn up the volume to drown the TV, which is in turn masking the voices of the people.
Put me in the middle of these people. And better still, make sure there's a good mix of the following types of people: snooty la-di-da types, the bimbo types who go "oohhh...I alway thought eggs grew on trees!", the sleeveless tight T-shirt guy types who put on rouge..
What I will do is very simple. I will stand frozen for about 20 seconds. But in my head, I'm actually running like a headless chicken, going "Let me out of here! Let me out of here!"
But being the clever cool person that I am, I will get a hold of myself after a while. I will turn off the hifi and the TV, and shoo everybody out of the house after screaming at them like some mad banshee.
Quite the party pooper aren't I?!
Actually, I don't mind the party! But why is the hi-fi and TV both switched on at the same time in a room full of people?! What is wrong with the picture? Nobody is watching the telly and listening to the hi-fi. Switch the damn things off!
There was this story about some guy being stuck in the elevator for 3 days and 3 nights. I shudder even to think of it.
Now I'm imagining - being stuck in a lift full of people, for hours, or even days. I'm weeping at the thought.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Getting Older
This morning, I realised how old I was getting.
I realised I've gone through three generations of bus services, in my lifetime.
When I was a small kid, buses were not air-conditioned and there used to be conductors who walked around in the buses with a sling bag filled with coloured tickets and a hole puncher. There were different coloured bus tickets for different people - the children, the senior citizens, the adults etc. And on these coloured tickets were numbers. Once you got on the bus, the conductor had to memorise your face. You then take a seat and wait for him to come up to you to get your fare. Upon telling him your destination, he takes the the correct coloured-ticket (I can't remember what colour's for who, but I know there were red, green and blue tickets), and punches a hole on one of the numbers. You then pay your fare, and collect the ticket.
And then progress came in the form of little coin boxes which were placed next to the bus driver. Conductors were probably retrenched in droves (I'm not sure. I haven't learnt to read the papers then) as buses turned OMO (One Man Operation). So now, you went up the bus and dropped your fare into the little coin box. To made sure there was no fraud, these boxes had glass tops, so that the drivers could check the amount of money we dropped into the coin box, before he flips open the flaps, to let the coins fall into the deep recesses of the big tin coin box.
I cannot for the life of me remember whether the boxes that spewed bus tickets happened at the same time or slightly later. As I mentioned before, I'm getting old...
And now, we have the 3rd generation of buses... No more conductors, no more coin boxes, no more coins and bus tickets, and air-conditioned comfort. And TV mobile even! (Although I think TV Mobile is a bane more than a blessing! It's so darn noisy! ) Gee, I wonder what the next generation of buses will be like, no drivers perhaps?! And maybe no wheels! Instead we'll be floating on an air cushion instead, so less wear and tear. Or how about an amphibious bus - one that can travle on the roads and into the water as well?
Who knows! All I know is that, I'll be even older when Generation 4 of public bus transport rolls around! ARGH!
I realised I've gone through three generations of bus services, in my lifetime.
When I was a small kid, buses were not air-conditioned and there used to be conductors who walked around in the buses with a sling bag filled with coloured tickets and a hole puncher. There were different coloured bus tickets for different people - the children, the senior citizens, the adults etc. And on these coloured tickets were numbers. Once you got on the bus, the conductor had to memorise your face. You then take a seat and wait for him to come up to you to get your fare. Upon telling him your destination, he takes the the correct coloured-ticket (I can't remember what colour's for who, but I know there were red, green and blue tickets), and punches a hole on one of the numbers. You then pay your fare, and collect the ticket.
And then progress came in the form of little coin boxes which were placed next to the bus driver. Conductors were probably retrenched in droves (I'm not sure. I haven't learnt to read the papers then) as buses turned OMO (One Man Operation). So now, you went up the bus and dropped your fare into the little coin box. To made sure there was no fraud, these boxes had glass tops, so that the drivers could check the amount of money we dropped into the coin box, before he flips open the flaps, to let the coins fall into the deep recesses of the big tin coin box.
I cannot for the life of me remember whether the boxes that spewed bus tickets happened at the same time or slightly later. As I mentioned before, I'm getting old...
And now, we have the 3rd generation of buses... No more conductors, no more coin boxes, no more coins and bus tickets, and air-conditioned comfort. And TV mobile even! (Although I think TV Mobile is a bane more than a blessing! It's so darn noisy! ) Gee, I wonder what the next generation of buses will be like, no drivers perhaps?! And maybe no wheels! Instead we'll be floating on an air cushion instead, so less wear and tear. Or how about an amphibious bus - one that can travle on the roads and into the water as well?
Who knows! All I know is that, I'll be even older when Generation 4 of public bus transport rolls around! ARGH!
Monday, September 19, 2005
Blog-blocked
My most ardent fan, EV, has been complaining my state of bloglessness. She claims that because of my blogless state, life has ceased to be wonderful for her - the birds do not sing as sweetly, the sky not as blue, and she has almost gone off men entirely, such is the state of withdrawal she's in. She claims I'm her inspiration, and her source of all that is ridiculous and nonsensical and irreverent. Of course I know that it's not entirely true, but it's really nice to be lied to sometimes.. So EV, don't say don't have hor! And for my fan club (The 3 of you, you know who you are!) This is for you....
Reality Check
I decided to do a reality check recently. It's a good thing to do a reality check once in a while. Because the reality that we're living in our daily lives, may not be the reality that we want to live out.
Simple cases in point.
I tell myself I should never be envious of people and their money. And then I find myself salivating over expensive clothes and jewellery and shoes in fashion magazines, and telling myself I should marry a rich old millionair so I can have all these pretty things!
I tell myself I should have integrity in my work, and perform my job to the best of my abilities. But on a Monday, it's just too hard to do, and I spend quite a but of time on I-hate-Mondays, and let's-go-for-a-2-hour-lunch conversations.
I tell myself that I shouldn't obssess with being thin because what's important is being healthy. But then again, sometimes I find myself bemaining the fact that I look like one of those don't-fall-down dolls which can never fall because they rock and rock on their big huge heavy bottoms.
I tell myself that I shouldn't waste time on frivolous things, and to try to engage myself in more useful and educational things (like right now I'm trying to pick up the piano!). But on a Monday evening, beat from work and suffering from Monday blues, I plonk myself in front of the TV, and there I stay until I realise it's time to sleep, or I'll never wake up the next morning!
So the question is, what is the reality that you're living today? Has the real world or the reality that surrounds you, affected and influenced the reality that's in your hearts? Are you exchanging the worldly and greedy and superficial realities of this world we live in, for good and strong and worthy values that your mother taught you when you were a child?
It's time for you to do your own reality check. Do it today.
Simple cases in point.
I tell myself I should never be envious of people and their money. And then I find myself salivating over expensive clothes and jewellery and shoes in fashion magazines, and telling myself I should marry a rich old millionair so I can have all these pretty things!
I tell myself I should have integrity in my work, and perform my job to the best of my abilities. But on a Monday, it's just too hard to do, and I spend quite a but of time on I-hate-Mondays, and let's-go-for-a-2-hour-lunch conversations.
I tell myself that I shouldn't obssess with being thin because what's important is being healthy. But then again, sometimes I find myself bemaining the fact that I look like one of those don't-fall-down dolls which can never fall because they rock and rock on their big huge heavy bottoms.
I tell myself that I shouldn't waste time on frivolous things, and to try to engage myself in more useful and educational things (like right now I'm trying to pick up the piano!). But on a Monday evening, beat from work and suffering from Monday blues, I plonk myself in front of the TV, and there I stay until I realise it's time to sleep, or I'll never wake up the next morning!
So the question is, what is the reality that you're living today? Has the real world or the reality that surrounds you, affected and influenced the reality that's in your hearts? Are you exchanging the worldly and greedy and superficial realities of this world we live in, for good and strong and worthy values that your mother taught you when you were a child?
It's time for you to do your own reality check. Do it today.
I want to be a big tree!
The worst thing to be, is to be weak and helpless, when a loved one is suffering.
Pain and sufferings is no respector of persons. It can afflict the richest, the strongest, the wisest of us all. And there is nothing we can do to prevent it or to lessen it.
It has happened to the best of us. We've seen our family, our friends suffering and in pain, whether physically or emotionally. And the worse thing about it is, there's nothing we can do to make it better or make it go away. We can only offer our feeble help at allievating all that they're going through.
Human beings and our pathetic limitations.
I remembered standing at my father's death-bed, watching his body lie there, growing colder and stiffer by the minute, as the body heat slowly seeped out of him, and watching my mum mourn his death. I remembered watching my friend weeping because she had lost a precious relationship. I remembered an old friend telling me that her husband wanted a divorce.
And all those times, I remembered feeling so helpless and so inadequate, and wishing that I can do more than just stand there and stare stupidly. I could offer no shelter to those who needed shelter from the winds of grim reality and pain blowing around them. I could offer no place of rest for those who were battle weary and tired and needed a place to recuperate. I was not strong enough to offer support to someone who wanted to lean on my strength, so that she can find the courage to go through whatever crap life has hit her with.
And then it hit me, I could offer no help, not because I wasn't willing, but because I was incapable and weak. I am like a pathetic little sapling. I had yellow withering leaves that could offer little respite from the strong glare of the sun, from those seeking shelter under it. My stem was too soft to even support myself properly, much less act as a tower of strength to those who need some place to lean on. My roots were shallow, and could hardly gather enough nutrients to feed myself, much less be a resting place for heavy heads.
It was then that I decided that I wanted to be a big tree. A tree that was strong and capable and big enough, so that all who come to seek rest and shelter will be able to find peace in my shade.
Pain and sufferings is no respector of persons. It can afflict the richest, the strongest, the wisest of us all. And there is nothing we can do to prevent it or to lessen it.
It has happened to the best of us. We've seen our family, our friends suffering and in pain, whether physically or emotionally. And the worse thing about it is, there's nothing we can do to make it better or make it go away. We can only offer our feeble help at allievating all that they're going through.
Human beings and our pathetic limitations.
I remembered standing at my father's death-bed, watching his body lie there, growing colder and stiffer by the minute, as the body heat slowly seeped out of him, and watching my mum mourn his death. I remembered watching my friend weeping because she had lost a precious relationship. I remembered an old friend telling me that her husband wanted a divorce.
And all those times, I remembered feeling so helpless and so inadequate, and wishing that I can do more than just stand there and stare stupidly. I could offer no shelter to those who needed shelter from the winds of grim reality and pain blowing around them. I could offer no place of rest for those who were battle weary and tired and needed a place to recuperate. I was not strong enough to offer support to someone who wanted to lean on my strength, so that she can find the courage to go through whatever crap life has hit her with.
And then it hit me, I could offer no help, not because I wasn't willing, but because I was incapable and weak. I am like a pathetic little sapling. I had yellow withering leaves that could offer little respite from the strong glare of the sun, from those seeking shelter under it. My stem was too soft to even support myself properly, much less act as a tower of strength to those who need some place to lean on. My roots were shallow, and could hardly gather enough nutrients to feed myself, much less be a resting place for heavy heads.
It was then that I decided that I wanted to be a big tree. A tree that was strong and capable and big enough, so that all who come to seek rest and shelter will be able to find peace in my shade.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
There's a light in your eyes
Blessed Union Of Souls
Light In Your Eyes
I can't remember the last time that we kissed goodbye
All our "I love you's" were just not enough to survive
Something your eyes never told me
But it's only now too plain to see
Brilliant disguise when you hold me
And I'm free
I've been thinking and here's what I've come to conclude
Sometimes the distance is more than two people can use
But how could I have known girl
It was time and not space you would need
Darling tonight I could hold you and you would know
But would you believe
There's a light in your eyes that I used to see
There's a place in your heart where I used to be
Was I wrong to assume that you were waiting for me
There's a light in your eyes
Did you leave that light burning for me
Cards and phone calls and photograph pictures of you
Constant reminder of all the things you get used to
Is there a chance in hell or heaven
That there's still something here to build on
Or do you just pick up the pieces after they fall
But after all
There's a light in your eyes that I used to see
And a song in the words that you spoke to me
Was I wrong to believe in your melody
There's a light in your eyes
Did you leave that light burning for me
Should I keep on waiting or does love keep on fading away
Fading away
It's been a while since I've seen you so how have you been
Did you get my letter I wrote you, but I did not send
I tried to call your old number
But the voice that I heard on the phone
I recognized but she told me the number was wrong
There's a light in my eyes but it's too bright to see
And a pain in my heart where you used to be
Guess I was wrong to assume that you were waiting here for me
There's a light in your eyes
Did you leave that light burning for me
Light In Your Eyes
I can't remember the last time that we kissed goodbye
All our "I love you's" were just not enough to survive
Something your eyes never told me
But it's only now too plain to see
Brilliant disguise when you hold me
And I'm free
I've been thinking and here's what I've come to conclude
Sometimes the distance is more than two people can use
But how could I have known girl
It was time and not space you would need
Darling tonight I could hold you and you would know
But would you believe
There's a light in your eyes that I used to see
There's a place in your heart where I used to be
Was I wrong to assume that you were waiting for me
There's a light in your eyes
Did you leave that light burning for me
Cards and phone calls and photograph pictures of you
Constant reminder of all the things you get used to
Is there a chance in hell or heaven
That there's still something here to build on
Or do you just pick up the pieces after they fall
But after all
There's a light in your eyes that I used to see
And a song in the words that you spoke to me
Was I wrong to believe in your melody
There's a light in your eyes
Did you leave that light burning for me
Should I keep on waiting or does love keep on fading away
Fading away
It's been a while since I've seen you so how have you been
Did you get my letter I wrote you, but I did not send
I tried to call your old number
But the voice that I heard on the phone
I recognized but she told me the number was wrong
There's a light in my eyes but it's too bright to see
And a pain in my heart where you used to be
Guess I was wrong to assume that you were waiting here for me
There's a light in your eyes
Did you leave that light burning for me
Monday, September 12, 2005
More Reasons to Be A Man
More Reasons to Be A Man
1. I can sit with my legs wide open. You'll never know the difference until you hit a hot humid day in Singapore, and you severly need ventilation.
2. I can lose weight, just like that! You notice how the guys lose weight so quickly?! Irritating!
3. No such things as stretch marks! Yahoo!!!
4. If a guy is ugly, he's got a face with character. As oppose to just being an ugly woman, I'll rather be a man with a face full of character.
1. I can sit with my legs wide open. You'll never know the difference until you hit a hot humid day in Singapore, and you severly need ventilation.
2. I can lose weight, just like that! You notice how the guys lose weight so quickly?! Irritating!
3. No such things as stretch marks! Yahoo!!!
4. If a guy is ugly, he's got a face with character. As oppose to just being an ugly woman, I'll rather be a man with a face full of character.
Demand > Supply
I've reached a point in my life that the demands on my life seems to exceed the supply that I have to offer. (Demand > Supply)
It's a frustrating feeling; overwhelming feelings of helplessness and weariness, that threaten to engulf no matter how much I try to push myself to increase the supply. As hard as I try, I can't seem to find the capacity to do more. This is such a poor state of things to find oneself in.
According to the laws of Economics, if Demand > Supply, the only way to re-balance the equation, to find harmony, is to either decrease the demand or to increase the supply.
It is difficult for me to pare down on what is already a simple life. What else is there for me to give up on; my sleep, my work? And the way society works, there is no way I can find any respite to my schedule unless I go live in some asylum.
The only other way is to increase the supply, so as to meet head-on the demands. So I just have to push a little harder, and a little harder, and a little harder, and one fine day, I'll realise that I've growna little stronger, a little wiser, with more capacity than before.
This is such an exercise in character building - in sacrificing, and giving up of oneself so as to accomplish greater things; in prioritizing. That's the thing about us humans. Sometimes we don't even realise what stuff we're made of, until a situation comes along that requires supernormal strength.
So the goal is...
From Demand > Supply...
To increase in Supply --> Demand = Supply
It's a frustrating feeling; overwhelming feelings of helplessness and weariness, that threaten to engulf no matter how much I try to push myself to increase the supply. As hard as I try, I can't seem to find the capacity to do more. This is such a poor state of things to find oneself in.
According to the laws of Economics, if Demand > Supply, the only way to re-balance the equation, to find harmony, is to either decrease the demand or to increase the supply.
It is difficult for me to pare down on what is already a simple life. What else is there for me to give up on; my sleep, my work? And the way society works, there is no way I can find any respite to my schedule unless I go live in some asylum.
The only other way is to increase the supply, so as to meet head-on the demands. So I just have to push a little harder, and a little harder, and a little harder, and one fine day, I'll realise that I've growna little stronger, a little wiser, with more capacity than before.
This is such an exercise in character building - in sacrificing, and giving up of oneself so as to accomplish greater things; in prioritizing. That's the thing about us humans. Sometimes we don't even realise what stuff we're made of, until a situation comes along that requires supernormal strength.
So the goal is...
From Demand > Supply...
To increase in Supply --> Demand = Supply
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Kids and Plastic Surgery Don't Go Together
In 1966, KK Hospital won a place in the Guinness Book of World Records for having the largest number of births in a single maternity facility.
The record was held for 10 years.
More than 86 percent of all births took place in KKH, where over 100 babies were delivered daily. I was born in KK. My brother, and all my cousins, and everybody I knew were born in KK.
But things have changed.
For the blur ones out there, KK Hospital has now got an Aesthetics, Reconstructive and Breast clinic.
It now offers women a whole range of beauty care services, slimming and cosmetic surgery - from breast reconstruction after a mastectomy to liposuction and jaw reduction.
In other words, you can now go to KK and get your breast implants, and liposuction while you're having your baby. I wonder whether they have a package for that.
A friend's friend's friend brought her kid to the hospital with some medical complaint. After doing the examination for the kid, the doctor turned to the mother and asked her to consider doing some radiowave treatment for her face to get rid of blemishes and pigmentation blah blah blah
I mean, it's expected right. Principles of Economics states that as long as there's a demand, somebody will cash in on it, and provide the 'supply'. Demand equals supply; everybody is happy. Everybody gets all the plastic they need, whether it be boobs or ringing credit card machines.
But will the doctors become obsessed with plastic as well, and instead of focussing on the healthcare needs of a very important part of society, the children, all they want to do is Aesthetics, Reconstructive and Breasts?
Will children be bombarded with 'suggestions' to aesthetically reconstuct their faces?
Will a woman with breast cancer be given all options and alternatives, or will she be simply dismissed with "Just cut off your breast. After all, we can give you a new and better one."
Will they be like the doctor that attended to my friend's friend's friend and her kid?
In 2016, will KK Hospital win a place in the Guinness Book of World Records for having the most number of children that have undergone cosmetic surgery?
The record was held for 10 years.
More than 86 percent of all births took place in KKH, where over 100 babies were delivered daily. I was born in KK. My brother, and all my cousins, and everybody I knew were born in KK.
But things have changed.
For the blur ones out there, KK Hospital has now got an Aesthetics, Reconstructive and Breast clinic.
It now offers women a whole range of beauty care services, slimming and cosmetic surgery - from breast reconstruction after a mastectomy to liposuction and jaw reduction.
In other words, you can now go to KK and get your breast implants, and liposuction while you're having your baby. I wonder whether they have a package for that.
A friend's friend's friend brought her kid to the hospital with some medical complaint. After doing the examination for the kid, the doctor turned to the mother and asked her to consider doing some radiowave treatment for her face to get rid of blemishes and pigmentation blah blah blah
I mean, it's expected right. Principles of Economics states that as long as there's a demand, somebody will cash in on it, and provide the 'supply'. Demand equals supply; everybody is happy. Everybody gets all the plastic they need, whether it be boobs or ringing credit card machines.
But will the doctors become obsessed with plastic as well, and instead of focussing on the healthcare needs of a very important part of society, the children, all they want to do is Aesthetics, Reconstructive and Breasts?
Will children be bombarded with 'suggestions' to aesthetically reconstuct their faces?
Will a woman with breast cancer be given all options and alternatives, or will she be simply dismissed with "Just cut off your breast. After all, we can give you a new and better one."
Will they be like the doctor that attended to my friend's friend's friend and her kid?
In 2016, will KK Hospital win a place in the Guinness Book of World Records for having the most number of children that have undergone cosmetic surgery?
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
I want to be a man!
I mean, if God comes to me someday, and asks me whether I'll try being a guy for a couple of days, I'll jump at the opportunity! Finally the chance to do some of the stuff I've always wanted to, but can't....Yahooooo!!!!
Top 10 Reasons Why I Wanna Be A Guy
10. I've always wondered what it feels like to walk around with things hanging from between your legs.
9. I will be satisfied with a tiny wardrobe. No more wanting to buy bags and shoes in every colour of the rainbow, with accessories and eye-shadow colour to match.
8. I can finally sit through a horror movie with my eyes open! Either that, or I'll be the embarrassing guy slobbering away with fright. Yikes!
7. No more PMS! YAY!
6. I don't have to wear padded bras anymore to keep up the pretence.
5. It's ok if I have a big butt. And tiny breasts. And big feet. And a big nose. (Big nose means got character ok!)
4. I'll be really well-endowed. Because I have huge Ronald MacDonald feet, and you know what they say the relationship between the size of your feet, and the, ahem, size of your manhood.
3. I can walk around topless! And it's ok if I don't shave off my chest hair; if I were a guy, it'll be considered sexxxyyyyyyy!
2. I will get an orgasm 99% of the time. I think I can deal with a 1% failure rate.
1. I can pee standing up! Yippee!
Top 10 Reasons Why I Wanna Be A Guy
10. I've always wondered what it feels like to walk around with things hanging from between your legs.
9. I will be satisfied with a tiny wardrobe. No more wanting to buy bags and shoes in every colour of the rainbow, with accessories and eye-shadow colour to match.
8. I can finally sit through a horror movie with my eyes open! Either that, or I'll be the embarrassing guy slobbering away with fright. Yikes!
7. No more PMS! YAY!
6. I don't have to wear padded bras anymore to keep up the pretence.
5. It's ok if I have a big butt. And tiny breasts. And big feet. And a big nose. (Big nose means got character ok!)
4. I'll be really well-endowed. Because I have huge Ronald MacDonald feet, and you know what they say the relationship between the size of your feet, and the, ahem, size of your manhood.
3. I can walk around topless! And it's ok if I don't shave off my chest hair; if I were a guy, it'll be considered sexxxyyyyyyy!
2. I will get an orgasm 99% of the time. I think I can deal with a 1% failure rate.
1. I can pee standing up! Yippee!
Philosophy and MSN
Sometimes I surprise myself even. I never know I'm capable of so much crap...
Sotong girl says:
but never let your guard down...
Sotong girl says:
we often misjudge our own capabilities to resist temptation...
Sotong girl says:
we usually also over-estimate the our own heart conditions...
Sotong girl says:
we think we're good people...when all we're doing is waiting for the right opportunity to do the bad stuff we've always wanted to do..
Sotong girl says:
human nature..pure and simple...
Sotong girl says:
sad but true
captain charisma - ai yai ai I am a little butterfly says:
when you are bound by social norms and suddenly find yourself unbounded by factors uncontrolled, i guess all hell will break loose then
Sotong girl says:
we think we're no longer bounded by social norms...
Sotong girl says:
but we forget that we're surrounded by human ties..
Sotong girl says:
and when we try to infringe these boundaries, we're actually causing hurt to the people around us...
Sotong girl says:
an inevitable fact of life...
Sotong girl says:
every stone thrown into the water will cause ripples
Sotong girl says:
whether you like it or not...
Sotong girl says:
and other people will be affected by our stupid decisions...
Sotong girl says:
i wish i am a rock
Sotong girl says:
but no man can truly be an island
Sotong girl says:
and much as i dislike being bound down...
Sotong girl says:
there's nothing i can do about it...
Sotong girl says:
without hurting somebody else...
Sotong girl says:
that's what the people who commit suicide don't realise...
Sotong girl says:
they may have ended their own misery..
Sotong girl says:
but they've set off a whole chain of reactions in other people's lives...
Sotong girl says:
had they known and realise that, they might have thought twice before jumping off a high-rise..
Sotong girl says:
but people are stupid people...
Sotong girl says:
who sometimes can't see beyond themselves...
Sotong girl says:
but never let your guard down...
Sotong girl says:
we often misjudge our own capabilities to resist temptation...
Sotong girl says:
we usually also over-estimate the our own heart conditions...
Sotong girl says:
we think we're good people...when all we're doing is waiting for the right opportunity to do the bad stuff we've always wanted to do..
Sotong girl says:
human nature..pure and simple...
Sotong girl says:
sad but true
captain charisma - ai yai ai I am a little butterfly says:
when you are bound by social norms and suddenly find yourself unbounded by factors uncontrolled, i guess all hell will break loose then
Sotong girl says:
we think we're no longer bounded by social norms...
Sotong girl says:
but we forget that we're surrounded by human ties..
Sotong girl says:
and when we try to infringe these boundaries, we're actually causing hurt to the people around us...
Sotong girl says:
an inevitable fact of life...
Sotong girl says:
every stone thrown into the water will cause ripples
Sotong girl says:
whether you like it or not...
Sotong girl says:
and other people will be affected by our stupid decisions...
Sotong girl says:
i wish i am a rock
Sotong girl says:
but no man can truly be an island
Sotong girl says:
and much as i dislike being bound down...
Sotong girl says:
there's nothing i can do about it...
Sotong girl says:
without hurting somebody else...
Sotong girl says:
that's what the people who commit suicide don't realise...
Sotong girl says:
they may have ended their own misery..
Sotong girl says:
but they've set off a whole chain of reactions in other people's lives...
Sotong girl says:
had they known and realise that, they might have thought twice before jumping off a high-rise..
Sotong girl says:
but people are stupid people...
Sotong girl says:
who sometimes can't see beyond themselves...
Monday, September 05, 2005
Happy Anniversary Blondie!
Omigod! Blondie and Dagwood are 75 years old! And more actually! After all, they were already how old when Chic Young created them in the 1930s! I remembered 'reading' their strip when I was a kid, and feigned intelligence by 'reading' the papers, when actually, all I was doing was looking at the pictures.
And here I am, at least 20 years later, and older and uglier, and Blondie still looks as beautiful as ever! No sagging breasts and butt. No wrinkles, Still with the beautifurl coiffure. Boy I wish I was a comic character, a thing of beauty and a joy forever.
Friday, September 02, 2005
The Girl Who Lives in the Skinny House
Hey look! A skinny house! (The home, painted black in the picture, is just 5ft 5in or 162.7cm wide!) I'm convinced I won't feel as fat if I owned a skinny house. It's called fame by association. When people spread the word around about 'the girl who lives in the skinny house', people would naturally assume I'm skinny too you see. And you never know, after a while, I might just be known as the "Skinny Girl" (shortened from "the girl who live in the skinny house"). Yeah!Oh wow! If my fantasy of living and working in my favourite buildings come true; to be working at the Turning Torso in Sweden, and living in the Skinny House in London, and with a sumemr house at the Dancing Building in Prague, it's going to be quite a commute!
Why why why?!
Over 900 people killed in a stampede in Iraq, most of which are women and children, all because some idiot thinks it's a good idea to pretend there's a suicide bomber in the midst. What kind of sick person will do something like that?!
I can't even try to imagine the horror of being caught in such a situation. Squashed in an overloaded lift already renders me with feelings of claustrophobia; these people were literally suffocated to death by the people around them. It's like drowning in the midst of too many people. Or like having your very body squeezed to death by a few anacondas. Arghhh!
I think I'm going to get nightmares about this... Those poor poor people.... Why is the world we live in becoming such a horrific place? I'm starting to feel a certain apprehension about tuning to the news or reading the newspapers. If I stop reading the 'serious portion' of the newspapers, and read only the cartoons, it's not because I'm an apathetic Singaporean who has no interests in world affairs. It's because my heart breaks every time I open the papers, and read about suicide bombings, and stampedes, and people drowning in hurricanes. I keep asking myself, what is the world coming to, and I can't seem to be able to find an answer to that..
I can't even try to imagine the horror of being caught in such a situation. Squashed in an overloaded lift already renders me with feelings of claustrophobia; these people were literally suffocated to death by the people around them. It's like drowning in the midst of too many people. Or like having your very body squeezed to death by a few anacondas. Arghhh!
I think I'm going to get nightmares about this... Those poor poor people.... Why is the world we live in becoming such a horrific place? I'm starting to feel a certain apprehension about tuning to the news or reading the newspapers. If I stop reading the 'serious portion' of the newspapers, and read only the cartoons, it's not because I'm an apathetic Singaporean who has no interests in world affairs. It's because my heart breaks every time I open the papers, and read about suicide bombings, and stampedes, and people drowning in hurricanes. I keep asking myself, what is the world coming to, and I can't seem to be able to find an answer to that..
How Hurricanes Get Their Names
I've been following the news about Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans. And now, there's Typhoon Talim happening in Taiwan as well.
I know Hurricane Katrina wreck havoc in poor New Orleans, and it's really no laughing matter really. But I couldn't help asking frivolous questions, how do hurricanes get their names? And what is the difference between hurricanes, typhoons and tornadoes?
Anyway, this is what I found out.....
How hurricanes get their names
All hurricanes are given names, to help us identify storms and track them as they move across the ocean. As there can be more than one hurricane roaming the earth at any one time, people could get confused if hurricanes don't have names.
The folks who get to decide what names are used for hurricanes are the World Meteorological Organization. They have six lists of names which they use in rotation; and so the same name will resurface after 6 years. The only time a new name is added is if a hurricane is very deadly or costly. Then the name is retired and a new name is chosen. This could be the case for Hurricane Katrina.
Gee , I sure wish I could name a hurricane after myself, even if it's only a teeny weeny hurricane.
Click here to check out whether your name is on the list of hurricane names
The difference between typhoons, hurricanes, tornadoes and cycloons
Well, a hurricane and typhone are really the same thing. However, a hurricane generally occurs in the Atlantic Ocean and a typhoon generally occurs in the Pacific Ocean. Tornados are similar but occur on land and are not as large. "Cyclone" is more or less a generic term that refers to any circular wind storm
I know Hurricane Katrina wreck havoc in poor New Orleans, and it's really no laughing matter really. But I couldn't help asking frivolous questions, how do hurricanes get their names? And what is the difference between hurricanes, typhoons and tornadoes?
Anyway, this is what I found out.....
How hurricanes get their names
All hurricanes are given names, to help us identify storms and track them as they move across the ocean. As there can be more than one hurricane roaming the earth at any one time, people could get confused if hurricanes don't have names.
The folks who get to decide what names are used for hurricanes are the World Meteorological Organization. They have six lists of names which they use in rotation; and so the same name will resurface after 6 years. The only time a new name is added is if a hurricane is very deadly or costly. Then the name is retired and a new name is chosen. This could be the case for Hurricane Katrina.
Gee , I sure wish I could name a hurricane after myself, even if it's only a teeny weeny hurricane.
Click here to check out whether your name is on the list of hurricane names
The difference between typhoons, hurricanes, tornadoes and cycloons
Well, a hurricane and typhone are really the same thing. However, a hurricane generally occurs in the Atlantic Ocean and a typhoon generally occurs in the Pacific Ocean. Tornados are similar but occur on land and are not as large. "Cyclone" is more or less a generic term that refers to any circular wind storm
Thursday, September 01, 2005
What I want to be when I grow up...
When I was a young kid, I wanted to grow up to be a bus driver, and a fireman, and a policeman, and a nurse, and a chef, and an astronaut... As you can tell, I was very indecisive as a child who couldn't decide what to grow up to be.
And even now I still can't.. I'm all grown up by now, but I still haven't decided what I want to be. I still think of pursuing a different and new career than the one I'm curently in. I still think it'll be cool to be a dancer, a photographer, a writer, a nurse, an aerobics instructor....
I don't think I've found my destiny. I'll recognise it when I see it. Destiny will be the work of my final calling. Work will no longer be tedious and tiresome, but I'll be performing my life's passion. I will fit into my life's work like a missing piece of jigsaw fits into the rest of the puzzle. My heart will be satisfied, and I'll be living and breathing my work. I'll go to work and wake up longing to have a go at it again.
And with that whole list of convoluted analogies crashing into each other in a jarring cacophony, I can't wait to grow up some more, to be what I'm suppose to be.
And even now I still can't.. I'm all grown up by now, but I still haven't decided what I want to be. I still think of pursuing a different and new career than the one I'm curently in. I still think it'll be cool to be a dancer, a photographer, a writer, a nurse, an aerobics instructor....
I don't think I've found my destiny. I'll recognise it when I see it. Destiny will be the work of my final calling. Work will no longer be tedious and tiresome, but I'll be performing my life's passion. I will fit into my life's work like a missing piece of jigsaw fits into the rest of the puzzle. My heart will be satisfied, and I'll be living and breathing my work. I'll go to work and wake up longing to have a go at it again.
And with that whole list of convoluted analogies crashing into each other in a jarring cacophony, I can't wait to grow up some more, to be what I'm suppose to be.
Hell hath no fury greater than Mother Nature's wrath
I've been following the news about how Katrina wrecked havoc in New Orleans. Hurricane Katrina has been renamed Disaster Katrina, as now 80% of New Orleans lies either underwater or completely destroyed, because of the 170km/h winds and the resulting levee breaks.
Living a charmed life in little sheltered Singapore, I've never had the opportunity of experiencing a gale, much less a full-blown hurricane. Lying right at the tip of the Malaysian Peninsula, we're sheltered and protected by our larger neighbours, from tsunamis, earthquakes, hurricanes and the rest of Mother Nature's outbursts.
We're like Mother Nature's favourite and youngest child. She hides her anger from us, and thetail-end of her fury she spews at us, our 'big' brothers bear the brunt of her wrath for us. To encounter Mother Nature in all her wrath, and to see the full force and energy as she flings hurricanes, or erupts cities, and spews forth flash floods and tsunamis would be frightening and awesome thing. There'll be no stopping the destruction that will ensue from her moments of outrage.
If I could see her in all her awesome wrath, it will humble me..... I think that's why we have people who insist on getting as near as they cn to active spewing volcanoes and chase tornadoes. They just have to see for themselves the rawness of Mother Nature's fury.
Living a charmed life in little sheltered Singapore, I've never had the opportunity of experiencing a gale, much less a full-blown hurricane. Lying right at the tip of the Malaysian Peninsula, we're sheltered and protected by our larger neighbours, from tsunamis, earthquakes, hurricanes and the rest of Mother Nature's outbursts.
We're like Mother Nature's favourite and youngest child. She hides her anger from us, and thetail-end of her fury she spews at us, our 'big' brothers bear the brunt of her wrath for us. To encounter Mother Nature in all her wrath, and to see the full force and energy as she flings hurricanes, or erupts cities, and spews forth flash floods and tsunamis would be frightening and awesome thing. There'll be no stopping the destruction that will ensue from her moments of outrage.
If I could see her in all her awesome wrath, it will humble me..... I think that's why we have people who insist on getting as near as they cn to active spewing volcanoes and chase tornadoes. They just have to see for themselves the rawness of Mother Nature's fury.
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