As death toll numbers climb higher and higher, one feels a slow increasing despair for the plight of the people of this region and for those others who lost family or friends in this disaster. There is not much one can do except to give monetary contribution where one can. I hope, and I expect, they will start collecting used clothes soon because I certainly have quite a lot to give away. It is a frightening thought that the earth wobbled and that coastlines have changed shaped because of ...

The spontaneous attempt to write something insightful here has failed. So let me dig out something old: *rummages through an old drawer....* Weird to be this way, The need to be popular and liked and so easy to get swept into it and drown.... stupid isn't it? it backfires loving to be popular backfires. A diary entry from my young naive days (some ten years ago). I was trying to be popular, trying to impress someone only to end up having my character destroyed and my reput...

Should I send them out this year or not? Last year I sent out a few and got none in return. Most people are just too lazy in this day and age. But I think most people will agree that getting cards through mail is more exciting and meaningful than getting one through the email. I don't like e-cards at all. I think I shall sent out some cards afterall. It don't matter if I don't get any in return but it'll give me the right to grumble about it. heheh...

So I already wrote that my father's father was tea merchant. My mother's father, who came up in the conversation over lunch with relatives today, was a blacksmith. As I heard it, he was chinese man who left his home in his youth and went to Thailand where he worked and got married. Unfortunately for him, his first wife passed on and so he came down to Singapore and married my maternal grandmother. Together they had eight daughters and one son. My mum was number 4. As I heard it, ...

My earliest memory is that of my paternal grandmother singing to me "Jesus love me yes I know, for the bible tells me so, little ones to him belong, they are weak but he is strong..." Of course she sung it in the Hokkien dialect, not in English, the words are exactly the same in meaning. Of all things, she is the greatest influence on my choice of belief. She was the one who instilled in me Christian values even before I could speak. I don't know how old or young i was when she first sung...

As mentioned in the previous blog entry, I have a glass display case in my bedroom room in which I keep thing I have collected from places I have been to. Here’s the most significant stuffs of the lot: 1) A wooden block with my name and two other of my classmates name written on it. This piece of artifact was something I picked up in secondary school. The year was 1991. It was left on the table after one of the boys was done clearing his table after his woodcraft class. I remember...