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Saturday, March 09, 2002
//* Hangover Saturday *//
Went for dinner and then drinks at Samsara yesterday evening with Ed, Werner, Ah Sui, William and Clifford. It has been a while since we last got together. Ah Sui has left PI and is now at M1. With Ed being at Starhub and William at SingTel, much of the conversation and jokes at dinner centred around the trio in relation to the telco they each represent. We adjourned to Samsara at Mohd Sultan after making a wasted trip to Roar - it has turned into a Canto pub 8 days earlier. There was no crowd at Samsara, but the music was pretty good. We opened a bottle of Remy Silver and after a few rounds of five-ten, I had taken quite a few glasses and was feeling high. I easily threw up a little while later. Ah Sui suggested that I may have taken too little food for dinner. I got home at three in the morning and hopped into bed without showering. Needless to say, I woke up with a blistering headache and struggled with the hangover for the most part of Saturday today!
Went for dinner and then drinks at Samsara yesterday evening with Ed, Werner, Ah Sui, William and Clifford. It has been a while since we last got together. Ah Sui has left PI and is now at M1. With Ed being at Starhub and William at SingTel, much of the conversation and jokes at dinner centred around the trio in relation to the telco they each represent. We adjourned to Samsara at Mohd Sultan after making a wasted trip to Roar - it has turned into a Canto pub 8 days earlier. There was no crowd at Samsara, but the music was pretty good. We opened a bottle of Remy Silver and after a few rounds of five-ten, I had taken quite a few glasses and was feeling high. I easily threw up a little while later. Ah Sui suggested that I may have taken too little food for dinner. I got home at three in the morning and hopped into bed without showering. Needless to say, I woke up with a blistering headache and struggled with the hangover for the most part of Saturday today!
Thursday, March 07, 2002
A friend sent me this heart-wrenching and tear-jerking story today...
"On the last day before Christmas, i hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift i didnt manage to buy earlier. When i saw all the people there, i started to complain to myself:
'It is going to take forever here and i still have so many other place to go...'
'Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How i wish i could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...'
Nonetheless, i made my way to the toy section, and there i started to curse the prices, wondering if afterall kids really play with such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, i noticed a small boy of about 7 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him:
'Granny, are you sure i dont have enough money?'
The old lady replied: 'You know it that you dont have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'
Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, i started to walk toward him and i asked him who did he want to give this doll to.
'It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Clauss would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Clauss will bring it to her, afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly.
'No, Santa Clauss can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this.
'My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy say that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so i thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister'
My heart nearly stopped.The little boy looked up at me and said:
'I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until i come back from the supermarket'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me:
'I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me.'
'I love my mummy and i wish she doesnt have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy.
'What if we checked again, just in case if u have enough money?'
'Ok' he said. 'I hope that i have enough.'
I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money. The little boy said:
'Thank you God for giving me enough money'
Then he looked at me and added:
'I asked yesterday before i slept for God to make sure i have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me'
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but i didnt dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose.'
'You know, my mummy loves white rose'
A few minutes later, the old lady came again and i left with my trolley.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when i started. I couldnt get the little boy out of my mind. Then i remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit pathway where there was one young lady and a little girl walking. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, i read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldnt stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and i went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him."
"On the last day before Christmas, i hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift i didnt manage to buy earlier. When i saw all the people there, i started to complain to myself:
'It is going to take forever here and i still have so many other place to go...'
'Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How i wish i could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...'
Nonetheless, i made my way to the toy section, and there i started to curse the prices, wondering if afterall kids really play with such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, i noticed a small boy of about 7 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him:
'Granny, are you sure i dont have enough money?'
The old lady replied: 'You know it that you dont have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'
Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, i started to walk toward him and i asked him who did he want to give this doll to.
'It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Clauss would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Clauss will bring it to her, afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly.
'No, Santa Clauss can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this.
'My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy say that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so i thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister'
My heart nearly stopped.The little boy looked up at me and said:
'I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until i come back from the supermarket'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me:
'I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me.'
'I love my mummy and i wish she doesnt have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy.
'What if we checked again, just in case if u have enough money?'
'Ok' he said. 'I hope that i have enough.'
I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money. The little boy said:
'Thank you God for giving me enough money'
Then he looked at me and added:
'I asked yesterday before i slept for God to make sure i have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me'
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but i didnt dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose.'
'You know, my mummy loves white rose'
A few minutes later, the old lady came again and i left with my trolley.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when i started. I couldnt get the little boy out of my mind. Then i remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit pathway where there was one young lady and a little girl walking. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, i read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldnt stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and i went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him."
Wednesday, March 06, 2002
//* Classic Quote *//
Every now and then it takes a true military mind to come up with a classic quote!......
In a recent interview, General Norman Schwartzkopf was asked if he thought there was room for forgiveness toward the people who have harboured and abetted the terrorists who perpetrated the 9/11 attacks on America.
His answer:
"I believe that forgiving them is God's function.
Our job is simply to arrange the meeting"
Every now and then it takes a true military mind to come up with a classic quote!......
In a recent interview, General Norman Schwartzkopf was asked if he thought there was room for forgiveness toward the people who have harboured and abetted the terrorists who perpetrated the 9/11 attacks on America.
His answer:
"I believe that forgiving them is God's function.
Our job is simply to arrange the meeting"
//* Music Diary *//
On the same day I bought the Canon A10, I also spent some money on a pocket FM stereo. And so I have been listening to radio on the way to work and on the way back. There is this program that I have grown to like very much. It is called Music Diary. On the program, the DJ LingZhi would read out letters from young listeners who reflect on their relationships - how it started, the joy when the relationship progressed and, most of the time, the despair and desperation when it ended, and, not least of all, the impact it has made on each of their lives. The stories often touch me, probably because they are real life experiences that I can relate to. The program has become my best companion on the ride home everyday. The program airs every weekday from 8.00pm to 8.30pm on YES 93.3FM.
On the same day I bought the Canon A10, I also spent some money on a pocket FM stereo. And so I have been listening to radio on the way to work and on the way back. There is this program that I have grown to like very much. It is called Music Diary. On the program, the DJ LingZhi would read out letters from young listeners who reflect on their relationships - how it started, the joy when the relationship progressed and, most of the time, the despair and desperation when it ended, and, not least of all, the impact it has made on each of their lives. The stories often touch me, probably because they are real life experiences that I can relate to. The program has become my best companion on the ride home everyday. The program airs every weekday from 8.00pm to 8.30pm on YES 93.3FM.
Monday, March 04, 2002
//* Long time no see... *//
Met someone I haven't see for a long time yesterday. Was pleasantly surprised when I saw her in the office. I couldn't remember her name although Ivy remembers mine. Had known her as a colleague back when I started working after graduation in 1995. And she is now a colleague again, albeit in different business units. There were actually a bunch of us - Wynthia, Emily, Dennis, George, Ivy, and a few others I can't remember their names. I have lost contact with all of them now. So it is a nice feeling to see her again after so long. I wonder how the rest are doing now.
Met someone I haven't see for a long time yesterday. Was pleasantly surprised when I saw her in the office. I couldn't remember her name although Ivy remembers mine. Had known her as a colleague back when I started working after graduation in 1995. And she is now a colleague again, albeit in different business units. There were actually a bunch of us - Wynthia, Emily, Dennis, George, Ivy, and a few others I can't remember their names. I have lost contact with all of them now. So it is a nice feeling to see her again after so long. I wonder how the rest are doing now.
Sunday, March 03, 2002
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//* Make a wish *//
I finally finished the last 3 episodes of Meteor Gardens (Liu Xing Hua Yuan). Ah Si's mother finally admits defeat and flew back to New York quietly, leaving her son to be together with San Cai. And San Cai finally says "I Love You" to Ah Si and they are happily together until...well, until the show producers make the sequel...hehe. I like romantic love stories a lot, probably because I am hungry for love myself. So on this 1st day of my 31st year on Earth, I make a wish that this year, I will find a girl to love wholeheartedly, to protect and to share my joy and woes.
I finally finished the last 3 episodes of Meteor Gardens (Liu Xing Hua Yuan). Ah Si's mother finally admits defeat and flew back to New York quietly, leaving her son to be together with San Cai. And San Cai finally says "I Love You" to Ah Si and they are happily together until...well, until the show producers make the sequel...hehe. I like romantic love stories a lot, probably because I am hungry for love myself. So on this 1st day of my 31st year on Earth, I make a wish that this year, I will find a girl to love wholeheartedly, to protect and to share my joy and woes.
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