Thursday, June 30, 2005

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

In a Marriage, Obedience = Respect?

For Lunch: DSTA Tower - Vegetarian Food (Fried Beehoon with 4 Assorted Dishes and a dash of Chicken Curry) with Kopi-O-siew-tai (i.e. less sugar) --> Only $2.60 altogether, real value for $$

Yesterday's TODAY saw a contribution by Frances Ong, To Love is to Obey where she emphasized her marriage experience - she discovered that ceding to her husband's authority brought both order and mutual respect amongst the family.

Her enlightenment struck me and reminded me of this verse: "Wives, likewise, be submissive to your own husbands, that even if some do not obey the word, they, without a word, may be won by the conduct of their wives." (1 Pet 3:1 NKJ)

It's a biblical advice that I couldn't make sense of, particularly in a society that strives for gender equality. After all, the modern family unit typically consists of 2 breadwinners who are of similar education and importantly, share responsibilities and bank accounts.

Among the interest and responses generated, my friend, Gaurav, replied this Gender Nothing to Do With Who is in the Right and argues that Ms Ong's take is a traditional one that suggests escapism. Instead he highlights the importance of gender equality and self-respect.

The debate on gender equality - been there, done that - will never cease simply because gender differences simply are. On top of that, no marriage is the same. Therefore the main point that I surmise is this: a marriage is a partnership that grows on an equilibrium maintained by the couple.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Lunchtime Musing

For Lunch: Telok Blangah Cresent Tauhu Goreng & Lime Drink with Shaved Ice --> BAGUS!

On a whim, I brought my Tchai 4th CD to work today and was listening to it. Bad move, was v. distracting and worse, it dug up memories of an NUSSO concert where we played that symphony with Rachmaninov 2nd piano concerto.

Goose bumps upon goose bumps later (thanks to Wiener Phil under Karajan NOT NUSSO), I was seriously contemplating the possibility of picking up the horn again. "How? When? Where?" were the immediate questions tt arose. Once again, it all boiled back to tt million dollar question: how much do I love the horn and music-making?

I was into my final year at NUS and if I remember correctly, it was my last big bang concert to oversee as president. Oh yes, pitching high notes at fortissimo while fretting the small stuff and dealing with a gamut of organizational problems - it's all coming back to me. Had to play a solo in Tchai which didn't sound too great. For some reason, we placed so much emphasis on mastering the symphony - our showpiece - and neglected the concerto and it was in fact the soloist's fame which drew the crowd that night.

Well, all's done and over with, hardly in touch with anyone from NUSSO.

Monday, June 27, 2005

Recently has started charging for its services. Its entire business model seems to be built on the premise tt people like me would pay to view enlarged maps, calculate jogging distances and plot travelling routes. We shall see.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Coldplay - Low

You see the world in black and white
No colour or light
You think you'll never get it right
But you know you might

The sky could fall could fall on me
The parting of the seas
But you mean more mean more to me
Than any colour I can see

All you ever wanted was love
But you never looked hard enough
It's never gonna give itself up

All you ever wanted to be
Living in perfect symmetry
Nothing is as down on this Earth as us

You see the world in black and white
Not painted right
You see no meaning to your life
Yes you try
Yes you try

And all you ever wanted was love
But you never looked hard enough
It's never gonna give itself up

All you ever wanted to be
Living in perfect symmetry
Nothing is as down on this Earth

Don't you want to see it come soon
Floating in a big white balloon
Or given on your own silver spoon

Don't you want to see it come down
Careful throwing your arms around
Saying not a moment too soon

Cause I feel low
Cause I feel low
Oh, yeah I feel low
Oh yeah

Cause I feel low
Cause I feel low
And I feel low
Oh love

Saturday, June 25, 2005

A Lot Like Love (2005)

NYTimes: Ashton Kutcher, the "male equivalent of the dumb blonde". Great show anyhow.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Butt What?

Tuned in to the last 5min of Nip/Tuck just because I went to bed. And there it was, a male American butt peering back at me. I probably blinked - is this Singaporean TV? Thot MDA wouldn't allow such cheeky content.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005


Received in the mail.

I asked God to take away my habit.
God said, No.
It is not for me to take away,
but for you to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No.
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations;
it isn't granted, it is learned.

I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No.
I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares
and brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own! ,
but I will prune you to make you fruitful.

I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No.
I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.

I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much
as He loves me.
God said...Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.

If you love God, send this to 10 people and
back to the person that sent it.

So how does it make you feel?

Monday, June 20, 2005

Cat Food

From aurilophile, a cat lover

Used to tell G that we oughta bake quaint Christmas cookies.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Ah Choo

Nostrils are sore from repeated blowing.

Friday, June 17, 2005


That's how I feel at work sometimes.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Your Work, My Work

Was buying a bun at Sweet Ring, a traditional bakery @ Bukit Merah central. Love their interpretation of the staid an-pan bun - 3 twirls of red bean paste spilling out from within & it's coffee-flavoured.

Queueing behind an auntie and a family of 3 made me anxious if I was going to be ticked off for coming late for work again.

When it came to the auntie's turn, she glanced from her 3 buns to my lone bun sitting on the greasy aluminum tray.

"You first." Seeing my surprised look, she added, "you working mah, I'm just a housewife, due for more household chores at home."

"Household chores are also work what." I smiled & duly paid for the purchase.

I added "And I end at 6pm, you?"

"I end at 6.30," she said. "After that, it's back home to do household chores lor."

Sensing my puzzlement, she clarified, "6.30AM, I clean offices."

Wow. No wonder we need Mother's Day.

* Conversations translated from mandarin

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Don't Wanna

Don't Wanna Fall In Love
Green Day

Don't want to have you hangin,
Around me like a leech.
I think you're just a problem,
So stay the hell away from me because I don't believe in you.
And I wanna sit here all my life alone.
This may sound a little rough,
Don't wanna fall in love.
Don't need security.
I ain't no dog without a bone.
Don't have no time for love.
So stay the fuck away from me because I don't believe in you,
And I wanna sit here all my life alone.
This may sound a little rough.
Don't wanna fall in love.

This may sound a little rough.
Don't wanna fall in love.
This may sound a little rough.
Don't wanna fall in love.
This may sound a little fucked.
Don't wanna fall in love.

Friday, June 10, 2005

I Scream Island Creamery!

Met up with bro at holland v after work. Both feeling sian, so decided to explore greener (& cheaper) pastures!

And off we were to Serene Centre, at my suggestion of visiting Black Canyon Coffee there, followed by homemade ice cream. Suffering the tropical humidity, we trudged to the back of HV to catch 165. The bus felt awfully stuffy, didn't dampen our spirit one bit... except for our shirts.

Along the way, we continued our usual brotherly banter. It's funny but sometimes I don't feel the 4yr difference in age between the 2 of us - maybe I'm simply immature.

Turns out Black Canyon's a mid-range restaurant serving international thai (read: fusion) cuisine. Went in to explore a cosy sale & rental bookshop instead - for some reason, children's books call out to me, but thankfully they're shrink-wrapped.

Adam road didn't seem too appealing. So off we were to Coronation Plaza instead - bro assured me tt there's food at the top level. Passing by Crown Centre along the way, I reminiscenced about A&W and Il Piccolo (an italian eatery tt used to serve real good lasagne). Also passed by a women's slimming centre (obnoxious bro wanted to go mock the poor ladies) and a couple of pubs.

Then I remembered reading about some eateries at the other side of Coronation and persuaded him to go on further with me. As we passed NTUC @ Coronation, bro commented, "some uncle here might just be the CEO of some company." Didn't see no rich-looking uncle, except for some tai-tai's.

Turned out that the further stretch is filled with atas shops selling organic food and expat-oriented wine places. So back we were to Coronation - inside of which is filled mainly with small businesses, maid agencies, dubious-looking LAN gaming shops with bubble tea signs etc. Discovered a cheap eatery selling western food and bubble tea and at that time, was filled mainly with schoolboys from Hwa Chong & ACS. Hurray, I feel young again! Got there just in time to catch its last orders, the other unfortunate boys had to leave empty-stomached.

After dinner, off to Island Creamery! Had teh tarik ice-cream, bro had mud-pie. Verdict - teh tarik bagus! Mud-pie looked good but too frozen to enjoy. Takeaway from post-dinner conversation: bro wants to run for opposition - you go, bro!

One happy bro and one happy family.

Thursday, June 09, 2005


Spotted in my dept director's office (translated from Mandarin):

Weak person wait for opportunity

Strong person create opportunity

Wise person seize opportunity

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

SG Fantastic Film Fest - SF3

Presented by Singapore Film Society

23 to 28 June 2005
At GV Marina, Singapore History Museum and Library@Esplanade

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Dan da Giggin'

Last sat @ the Esplanade's concourse, Dan was doin' his thang.

DJ + horn + vocal = boppy bossa nova & nujazz

Too bad the crowd wasn't responsive.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Prancing & Flailing

Attended SG Dance Theatre's Stravinsky Dances last night with ZH, Ray, Jon & G. Managed to book tix for $16 each, just 2 hours before the show. Not bad huh?

Choreographed by Marie-Claude Pietragalla, it was a pretty interesting interpretation of Stravinsky's works Les Noces (The Wedding) & Le Sacre Du Printemps (The Rite of Spring). In general, it was a lot more modern abstract than literal dramatics.

Simply the humble opinion of someone unfamiliar with dance, of course :)

Les Invasions Barbares

The Barbarian Invasions (2003)
Directed by Denys Arcand

From BBC: Warm, wise and witty, The Barbarian Invasions is a beautiful film. A sequel to writer-director Denys Arcand's barbed relationships comedy The Decline Of The American Empire, it finds its frank and funny French-Canadian friends 15 years older, reunited at the bedside of the terminally ill Remy (Rémy Girard). His estranged son (Stéphane Rousseau) is also on hand - a city broker who finds it hard to forgive his philandering father. This sounds serious but it's never sombre, with chuckles to match tears, jokes jostling with acidic observations on mankind's "history of horrors".

Essentially, a dramedy cum social commentary about... life, in general :)

Yesterday at cellgroup, it was getting stuffy, so I got onto the sofa to open the grill-less sliding windows.

"Hey, be careful yeah??" Someone behind yelled.

Peering down 7 storeys, I suddenly realized how precarious a position I was in and quickly retreated to a safer height.

The guy continued, "A friend's friend was spitting out the window and the next thing my friend saw were his legs outside the window."

I wonder, in those few seconds, what would my thoughts be? Would I scream and whose name would I scream?

Pardon the morbidity.

Saturday, June 04, 2005


Another hot & humid morning. The smell of burning incense paper was irritating my sinuses.

Was preparing for a frivolous blog entry about Denise Keller from EFAG when my mobile rang.

It was Alvin - inwardly I groaned.

"You have to pray for me..." His application for insurance got rejected because a preliminary health-check indicated a possibility of kidney failure or cancer. He said he was so affected by the news that yesterday he broke down on the bus ride back home.

Suddenly I felt bad. I tried to encourage him by pointing out that the final test results weren't out yet and then reminded him not to worry. He sounded like he started to sob, but he went on to say how he thinks his busy schedule is taking a toll on him.

"Why don't you take a break tonight," I suggested. Long answer - lotsa things to do. Short answer - trapped by circumstances & choices.

He continued, "I'll come for service tomorrow... since I'm free."

Alvin was calling from the restaurant, so he had to get back to work. After hanging up, Denise Keller didn't look appealing no more.

As the self-explanatory chinese idiom goes, ling2 shi2 bao4 fuo2 jiao3 - last minute hug buddha's leg.

It's human nature, isn't it? To think of God only when things go badly or when disaster strikes.

Ever asked yourself, if God had 1 thing to say to me right now, what would he say? I did.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Carry Balls

It's great to have colleagues who carry balls for you :)

Anne aka Fanny Wong & I each bought a gym ball for $15 at DSTA tower. Anne got the auntie to inflate it for her and Lez was kind enough to carry it all the way back. This huge toy was a source of much politically incorrect mirth, esp. when we had to squeeze it through the metal detector gate.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Amedeo Modigliani (1884 - 1920)

Nude Sdraiato (1917) - It calls out to me...

(From Wikipedia) ...was an Italian painter and sculptor. Modigliani was born into a Jewish Italian family in Livorno, Tuscany and began his artistic studies in Italy before moving to Paris in 1906 where he began to create his unique style, influenced by the artists in his circle of friends, primitive art, but standing apart from them stylistically. Sick most of his life and an abuser of alcohol and drugs, as well as a known womanizer, Modigliani's life took a toll on him and he died at the early age of 35.