Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
No more TeppanYaki at Compasspoint Sakae Sushi
Sigh, so where can i get my regular kick of Teppan???
Why they closed it????
Now what should i treat myself to for Sunday Lunch?
Sad..............
Why they closed it????
Now what should i treat myself to for Sunday Lunch?
Sad..............
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Sad Story
How Could You? by Jim Willis When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
The End
My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
The End
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Tired
PC SHOW again. Day 2 now.
Sales not good enough, missed today's target.
I hope we can achieve the overall target.
Got to work harder and pray for better crowd and buying power.
Reached home at 11plus pm, so freaking tired and sore sole.
( age is catching up on me :( )
Still must send sales update to bosses and reply emails.
( and so bad luck, have 3 urgent quotes to prepare, Haix )
By the time i am done, it is about 1am.
Going to slp now with a heavy and disappointed heart and tired body.
Sales not good enough, missed today's target.
I hope we can achieve the overall target.
Got to work harder and pray for better crowd and buying power.
Reached home at 11plus pm, so freaking tired and sore sole.
( age is catching up on me :( )
Still must send sales update to bosses and reply emails.
( and so bad luck, have 3 urgent quotes to prepare, Haix )
By the time i am done, it is about 1am.
Going to slp now with a heavy and disappointed heart and tired body.
Friday, June 13, 2008
<折翼的天使>
人は目に映る分かりやすいモノを信じてしまう。
人們會相信眼睛看到的容易理解的東西。
それが、価值あるモノかも確かめずに…
也不確認那是否有價值…
でも、本当に大切なものは身近にある。
但是、真正重要的東西就在身邊。
空気のように見えないけれど、そこにある。
像空氣一樣看不見、但確實在那裡。
人には、必ず二つの顏がある。
無論是誰都有兩張臉。
醜い面だけが、あなたのすべてじゃない。
只有醜的一面，不是你的全部。
大事なのは、目をそむけずに自分と向き合うこと。
最重要的是，不要迴避面對自我。
その二つの面があってこそ、人なのだから。
正因為有了那兩張臉，才是人類。
人們會相信眼睛看到的容易理解的東西。
それが、価值あるモノかも確かめずに…
也不確認那是否有價值…
でも、本当に大切なものは身近にある。
但是、真正重要的東西就在身邊。
空気のように見えないけれど、そこにある。
像空氣一樣看不見、但確實在那裡。
人には、必ず二つの顏がある。
無論是誰都有兩張臉。
醜い面だけが、あなたのすべてじゃない。
只有醜的一面，不是你的全部。
大事なのは、目をそむけずに自分と向き合うこと。
最重要的是，不要迴避面對自我。
その二つの面があってこそ、人なのだから。
正因為有了那兩張臉，才是人類。
Monday, June 09, 2008
Thursday, June 05, 2008
My Watch
Gotten it during my Japan trip.
I think this is the first watch i had bought for myself.
Watch brand is Wired - Sub Brand of Seiko. ( http://w-wired.com/ )
It displays date, day and 24hrs.
But Alas, not automatic, running on battery that last about 3 years.
Nice?
I think this is the first watch i had bought for myself.
Watch brand is Wired - Sub Brand of Seiko. ( http://w-wired.com/ )
It displays date, day and 24hrs.
But Alas, not automatic, running on battery that last about 3 years.
Nice?
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Me and My Reading
I read alot, My Princess always say i am torturing my eyes.
I don't know why, i just get bore easily if i am not reading,
and i just like reading alot.
Newspapers, Magazines, Comics, Novels, Soccer News on HP Etc Etc.
Newspapers, Magazines, Comics, Novels, Soccer News on HP Etc Etc.
My reading pleasure
Newspapers - Start the day with Todays or Mypaper,
continue at Noon with The New Paper and end at night with The Straits Times.
Magazines
I will grab a free copy of HWN or GameAxis or
First Magazine free from office if i need something to read,
but sometimes i will read Entertainment or Cars Magazines as well.
Comics
Most Japs and Taiwanese Comics and some old time fav like
Garfield, Snoopy, Calvin and Hobbs, don't mind Archie once a while.
Novels
use to only read most novels with modern story backdrop, books from Jerry Archer, Dean R Koontz, Stephen King and some books like Shopaholic, Tuesday with Morrie.
But i am into fantasy now, addicted, can't stop reading,
i had finished a few books within a span of 3 weeks.
One of my fav Comics Artist - 安達 充, Adachi Mitsuru
Some of his works
My recent addiction - Fantasy Novels
It started off with the Sword of Truth Series by Terry GoodKind
But what capture me totally is the Riftwar Saga by Raymond E.Feist
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Riftwar
Do you read?
Thursday, May 08, 2008
No Longer The Same
Some how i am no longer what i am.....something changes
I can't deny that they don't affect me.
Dad
Every old uncles remind me of him. Every time i go home i will see his images.
I miss the food he cooks, i even hope he call me..to buy dinner or newspaper....but it is all too late now.
Peng
I fear to listen to those familiar Jap dramas theme songs ( GTO, Beach Boys, Long Vacation, Under One Roof ) as they remind me of the times where we brothers were so crazy over them.
Singing and drinking with my brothers now a day, somehow i can feel a tinge of sadness within us brothers, as we all understand deep inside we miss him so much.
I can't deny that they don't affect me.
Dad
Every old uncles remind me of him. Every time i go home i will see his images.
I miss the food he cooks, i even hope he call me..to buy dinner or newspaper....but it is all too late now.
Peng
I fear to listen to those familiar Jap dramas theme songs ( GTO, Beach Boys, Long Vacation, Under One Roof ) as they remind me of the times where we brothers were so crazy over them.
Singing and drinking with my brothers now a day, somehow i can feel a tinge of sadness within us brothers, as we all understand deep inside we miss him so much.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Flight Delay
This is my 3rd trip in April.
And my first flight delay by Silk Air due to Engine 2 refused to start.
From 8am flight delayed till 1145am.
Kind of rush for me later in Cambodia, as my appt with client is 2 pm Cambodia Time.
So boring at the airport.
Had a free meal at the cafe at Silk Air expense ( S$8.50 Max )
And played 2 games of Fifa Soccer on X360 and tried the Osim foot massager.
I hope the replacement plane is problem.
Be boarding soon.
Bye!
And my first flight delay by Silk Air due to Engine 2 refused to start.
From 8am flight delayed till 1145am.
Kind of rush for me later in Cambodia, as my appt with client is 2 pm Cambodia Time.
So boring at the airport.
Had a free meal at the cafe at Silk Air expense ( S$8.50 Max )
And played 2 games of Fifa Soccer on X360 and tried the Osim foot massager.
I hope the replacement plane is problem.
Be boarding soon.
Bye!
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Spirit
Keeping myself occupied have managed to keep my spirit up and emotion sound.
But at times alone.....thoughts tend to drift to him...my dad....
This incident had totally overshadowed my recent Japan trip...
I have been thinking alot recently......still thinking now...
So many what if, so many regrets, so many things that both of us can work on..but it is too late now.
The silence of the house is so deafening now.
But at times alone.....thoughts tend to drift to him...my dad....
This incident had totally overshadowed my recent Japan trip...
I have been thinking alot recently......still thinking now...
So many what if, so many regrets, so many things that both of us can work on..but it is too late now.
The silence of the house is so deafening now.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
FREAKING BAD LUCK!!!!
I am at Trader's Hotel now in KL, stupid contact lens broke and a piece is stuck in my right eye.
Damn irritating. I wonder if i slp with it in my eyes, tomorrow will my eyes get infected or damage....What should i do!!!! .................
Update: The len's piece was removed......Nightmare ended
Damn irritating. I wonder if i slp with it in my eyes, tomorrow will my eyes get infected or damage....What should i do!!!! .................
Update: The len's piece was removed......Nightmare ended
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
A Song I like From a Talented Composer/Singer
歌手：黄舒骏 专辑：改变1995
关于恋爱症候群的发生原因
至今仍然是最大的一个谜
不管性别年龄职业体重学历长相和血型
没有一个人可以免疫
有些专家学者研究后相信
恋爱是内分泌失调所引起
却有别人认为恋爱属于滤过性簿
象感冒无药可救但会自动痊愈
不管你同不同意
自古到今许多例子证明
恋爱不但是一种病态
它还可能是一种变态
一般发病后的初期反应
会开始是改变一些生活习性
洗澡洗得特别干净
刷牙刷得特别用力
半夜突然爬起来弹钢琴
有人每天站在阳台对路人傻笑
有人突然疯疯癫癫突然很安静
有人一脸痴呆对折镜子咬着指甲打喷嚏
有人对小狗骂三字经
女人突然改变发型
男人开始每天练着哑铃
食欲不振歇斯底里四肢萎缩神经过敏发抖抽筋
都出现在这时期
随着病情越来越变本加厉
人会变得格外敏感和恶心
写的说的唱的都想天才诗人一般才华洋溢
越肉麻越饿觉得有趣
有人恋爱之后每天躲在厕所哭泣
有人开记者会宣布恋爱的消息
有人总是喜欢两个人躲在黑漆漆的地方
象做了不可告人的事情
每天忙着找人算命
挖空心思改变自己配合对方的习性
把每天都当作纪念日
把自己当作纪念品
每天漫无目的腻在一起
言不及义也觉得好有趣
走着坐着躺着趴着都形影不离
象是两人三脚又象连体婴
心里想的只有爱你爱你爱你爱你
也不管家里米缸有没有米
也不管路上有人示威抗议
只管爱你
心里想的只有爱你爱你爱你爱你
也不管海峡两岸统一问题
也不管衣索匹亚多少难民
只管爱你
经过一段轰轰烈烈热恋时期
不久就会渐渐开始痊愈
两人开始互相厌倦
互相攻击对方缺点
所有甜蜜都随风而去
然后开始从错觉和误解中清醒
惊讶自己为何如此不聪明
为了爱情不管一切
不顾父母朋友姐妹兄弟
开始感到后悔不已然后开始感到疲惫沉闷气喘心悸牙痛头痛梦呓
然后是精神不济瞳孔放大脾气暴躁四肢麻痹
终于受不了要分离
虽然结果颇令人伤心
了解之后也没什么了不起
爱情终究是握不住的云
只是我想要告诉你
在我落寞的岁月里
你的温柔解脱我的孤寂
带给我深深的狂喜
如此颤动我的心灵
轻轻诉说爱你爱你爱你爱你
不管是黑夜或是黎明
不管是梦中还是清醒
深深爱你
多么幸福
让我遇见你呜……
我要对你诉说爱你爱你爱你爱你
关于恋爱症候群的发生原因
至今仍然是最大的一个谜
不管性别年龄职业体重学历长相和血型
没有一个人可以免疫
有些专家学者研究后相信
恋爱是内分泌失调所引起
却有别人认为恋爱属于滤过性簿
象感冒无药可救但会自动痊愈
不管你同不同意
自古到今许多例子证明
恋爱不但是一种病态
它还可能是一种变态
一般发病后的初期反应
会开始是改变一些生活习性
洗澡洗得特别干净
刷牙刷得特别用力
半夜突然爬起来弹钢琴
有人每天站在阳台对路人傻笑
有人突然疯疯癫癫突然很安静
有人一脸痴呆对折镜子咬着指甲打喷嚏
有人对小狗骂三字经
女人突然改变发型
男人开始每天练着哑铃
食欲不振歇斯底里四肢萎缩神经过敏发抖抽筋
都出现在这时期
随着病情越来越变本加厉
人会变得格外敏感和恶心
写的说的唱的都想天才诗人一般才华洋溢
越肉麻越饿觉得有趣
有人恋爱之后每天躲在厕所哭泣
有人开记者会宣布恋爱的消息
有人总是喜欢两个人躲在黑漆漆的地方
象做了不可告人的事情
每天忙着找人算命
挖空心思改变自己配合对方的习性
把每天都当作纪念日
把自己当作纪念品
每天漫无目的腻在一起
言不及义也觉得好有趣
走着坐着躺着趴着都形影不离
象是两人三脚又象连体婴
心里想的只有爱你爱你爱你爱你
也不管家里米缸有没有米
也不管路上有人示威抗议
只管爱你
心里想的只有爱你爱你爱你爱你
也不管海峡两岸统一问题
也不管衣索匹亚多少难民
只管爱你
经过一段轰轰烈烈热恋时期
不久就会渐渐开始痊愈
两人开始互相厌倦
互相攻击对方缺点
所有甜蜜都随风而去
然后开始从错觉和误解中清醒
惊讶自己为何如此不聪明
为了爱情不管一切
不顾父母朋友姐妹兄弟
开始感到后悔不已然后开始感到疲惫沉闷气喘心悸牙痛头痛梦呓
然后是精神不济瞳孔放大脾气暴躁四肢麻痹
终于受不了要分离
虽然结果颇令人伤心
了解之后也没什么了不起
爱情终究是握不住的云
只是我想要告诉你
在我落寞的岁月里
你的温柔解脱我的孤寂
带给我深深的狂喜
如此颤动我的心灵
轻轻诉说爱你爱你爱你爱你
不管是黑夜或是黎明
不管是梦中还是清醒
深深爱你
多么幸福
让我遇见你呜……
我要对你诉说爱你爱你爱你爱你
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