Here's My Story

My friend, Derek, posted an entry about being true to yourself and not succumbing to what others expect of you. I somewhat touched on the latter in my post about red packet for wedding dinner . However, one has to be careful about sticking to being true to onself for the sake of doing so. This is simply because "who you are" is dynamic. Simply put, people's trueselves do change, hopefully for the better. Take for example a father of a family with wife and kids. He grew up in an era where parents had the final say, children should listen to their parents, wives were subservient to their husbands etc. He truly believed in all of these and that there was nothing wrong with them in his eyes. It formed part of who he is i.e. a typical China man, as some of us may label him so. However, his children grow up in a different era where woman and man are on equal footing and children have their own paths to follow. Gradually, his children are becoming more and more distant from

We kissed and I remember being happy about it because I've been wanting to kiss him for quite sometime already. But was that my first kiss? My memory is quite blurry. Seems that there was another guy. We shared a gentle kiss. He then asked, "Are you ok with this?" I shyly nodded yes. We then held hands. I was ecstatic. Then I woke up. Bloody hell. Lol. I discussed the dream with a few friends. I remember we were saying that it's not possible for the second guy since he's already happily attached. Oh well hehe. Then I woke up. Nope, this is not a typo. I truly woke up in reality. The above was still in my dream! Damn it. I truly believed that the first part of the dream was real.

Have you wished someone is dead? No, I don't mean those instances where in frustation you say, "I could kill him!" or "I wish he's dead!" or "Oh please, drop dead". I meant you really hope and pray he's dead. Also, I am not talking about some people you hardly know e.g. politicians, terrorists, bankers etc. I meant people you know. I have. I still am. I am still looking out for the news of her death. Should it happen, I will not be sad. I will rejoice. I may just treat myself to a nice meal and if I feel generous, I may treat loved ones and friens too. I consider myself a really nice guy (and rarely fans my ego too ;-)). I know it sucks to be a nice guy. The baddies get to enjoy years or even decades of trampling on other people but get to be accepted back by the good guys after a brief period of suffering and even an shorter period of repentance. Where is the justice? Yet, even for me, although I would not call such people friends, I wou

This song was playing at the the tailend of my dream last night: Moon so bright, night so fine Keep your heart here with mine Life's a dream we are dreaming Race the moon, catch the wind Ride the night to the end Seize the day, stand up for the light I want to spend my lifetime loving you If that is all in life I ever do Heroes rise, heroes fall Rise again, win it all In your heart, can't you feel the glory? Through our joy, through our pain We can move worlds again Take my hand, dance with me I want to spend my lifetime loving you If that is all in life I ever do I will want nothing else to see me through If I could spend my lifetime loving you Though we know we will never come again When there is love, life begins Over and over again Save the night, save the day Save your love, come what may Love is worth everything we pay I want to spend my lifetime loving you If that is all in life I ever do I want to spend my lifetime loving you If th

Recently, we had a department meeting. My boss has been asked by the upper echelon of management to tell us the following: (1) Reiterated company's priority is to save job. Me: This is of course fantastic news. (2) Senior management's taking pay cut to achieve (1). Me: Well, nice of them. (3) In fact, the absolute top management didn't get their January salaries so that the rest of us can get our CNY salaries. Me: Omg, really? Wow. (4) If there's going to be pay cut, it'll be in April but the cut will be tiered with the highest cut affecting the senior management and lowest cut for the most junior staff. Me: Please, I don't want pay cut. Our department is as profitable as ever! (5) July's bonus and salary increment are likely to be small but again tiered similarly like (4) Me: I'll be happy if there's salary increment. (6) There's additional gazilliong steps (read: red tapes) to go through if want to hire more Me: Wait, wa

I came out to my childhood good friend, Paul, back in May 2007. In his usual style, he blogged about it in an amusing way. I enjoyed reading it very much and laughed at it. Of all my good friends back when I was studying in Melaka, I've only kept in touch with Paul. In fact, I regularly visit him and his family every CNY, so much so that my sister commented that as though he was my boyfriend (the irony lol). Our parents are friendly to each other. However, inevitably, over the years, since I left Malaysia when I was 16 years old, we both have less and less in common. I don't know the people he hangs out with and vice versa and lately I've been left alone chatting with his dad while he does some mysterious stuff on his laptop (probably blogging or reading blogs). Nevertheless, most importantly, I know that he is one of very few friends I definitely can count on if I'm in trouble (Paul, you're sweating now? ;-)) Anyway, not surprisingly, I've always encourage

"Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we react to it." - Mr Chuck Swindoll

There is this Italian restaurant near my office of which I quite like its food, which is reasonably priced too. I remember the first time patronising it when it was still relatively new. Spoke with the boss, who was the chef (not too sure whether he still does that currently), that day and few months later too. The first thing that really struck my mind was the discount they were giving. As usual, my colleagues and I would ask whether there was any credit card discount. Boss said no but there was discount for using cash. That was novel. However, as expected from a growing business, even that was gone later. Then sometime in latter half of last year, out of the blue, one of the waiters spoke briefly with me. A youngster in his 20s (was guessing at that time). I believed it was in response to my usual question on whether there was discount using credit card/cash or not. Instead of the usual "No, we don't have", he added that if I go there for dinner, he would be able to

"It's times like these I wish I've loved one waiting at home for me, comforting me by saying things will be alright. Sorry, not sure why bit emo. Must be the song and tiredness." - Jaded Jeremy, in a sms to a friend

Isn't that sweet? This may sound strange but I've never watched Bambi.