Hand Sketches by DAD

My dad drew these before he heads off to China last weekend. Although they aren't really close to his past paintings, I am very proud of him. He did not give up after the finger injuiry. These are not meant for me but I am grateful to Joanna for taking pictures for rememberance. When I was young, I asked him why we didn't have any of his painting? He should let us have one or two but he sold every artpiece. He just smile and till now, I don't own one. I am kind of jealous of those people in China he knew for just less than a year. I guess most parent never find out how proud we are of them or how much we love them. They fufil their duty as parent and we just have to obey & listen as children.

Nevertheless, I feel like being very ah moh and say "Mina & John, I love you" and yes, I prefer to name my mum first!

叶子

叶子是不会飞翔的翅膀
翅膀是落在天上的叶子
天堂原来应该不是妄想
只是我早已经遗忘
当初怎麽开始飞翔
孤单是一个人的狂欢
狂欢是一群人的孤单
爱情原来的开始是陪伴
但我也渐渐地遗忘
当时是怎样有人陪伴
我一个人吃饭旅行到处走走停停
也一个人看书写信自己对话谈心
只是心又飘到了哪里
就连自己看也看不清
我想我不仅仅是失去你

How your eyes shine and how your smile glow once remain fresh in my mind. One day, it would all come back again and you would never lose them.

Flowers bloom just to wither?

A week ago...

Today

I was shocked this morning when I saw these leaves. My co-worker shifted the plant to window side where it must be inhaling sunshine badly. No matter how beautiful some things are, they just aren't made for the destination & time. I wonder why people sent these plants to our enclosed office that allows me to witness how it wither. Why didn't I read on the required living conditions prior to bringing an aussie-sheltie home with me? He has shorter-than-stardard coat because he is suppose to live in snowy country and it's all-year sunshine here. But he is happiest living with me, no doubt about it. All of us heard or experience this in Life & Movie "we met in wrong place, at wrong time", follow by 'what ifs' The word 'IF' accumulates regret in your memory bank.

I remember watching a movie during 80s. There is an explosion in a vessel. Few who choose to climb upwards without watching downward survived. Some do not believe in climbing. Some concentrate on looking downward, either they fell or scared to death. Some were not given a chance to climb at all, they died during the explosion.

GOD is the director of my life movie and I am a producer. I believe HE would direct me an exit during obstacles.

Two Thousand 00 Seven

Living in Singapore, I never experience winter. My chinese name has 'snow' in it, I love winter fashion with fabulous looking booties, I want someone special to wrap a long scaft around us running from streets to lanes, I want to have a taste of snow and complimentary blushing effect on my cheeks. The day would come, I believe, and that smile of mine would freeze.

I start off with a mambo-style template which reminds me of those carefree & careless days...with george michael, pet shop boy, curosity killed the cats and many more that hit my head. Taking about 80s, I remember going to cuppage @ centrepoint, Orchard for dinner & window shopping. Been ages since I last visited that place and I went there last Friday. The seafood stall that I used to patronise is spilt into two different stall. This is one of them, a japanese style zhu-chao

Signboard

One of the dish - seafood w/rice and I didn't take picture of my dish (crabmeat w/egg & rice, both dishes look & taste so bland. A construst on how yummy wok-hei food was in the past, or perhaps this is a wrong stall to choose in first place.

I don't know why you enjoy taking picture of my smelly-black face. I am not going to post those pictures, but this to YOU

Starting from scratch is never easy, I need to figure out functions of blogspot. I am too used to user-friendly and un-chim-to-understand xanga. Ha! I hope my keyboard is still in one piece after end of this entry. I took one hour to complete this unimpressive piece which xanga would only takes me 15 mins or so. arrggghhhh

Anyhow, I was as-usual-day-dreaming on bus this morning and keep hearing an annoying CNY jingle. I thought it was mobile ringtone of an old ah beng next to me. Lucikly I did not scorned at him, for when I alight, i saw this...

For whoever alights the bus, it would trigger off CNY tune!

I had a construction-style company dinner last Saturday, with tables of foreign workers & staff plus spouse & suppliers. We ate 10 course zhu chao with yu sheng at kopitiam. My previous request at resturant or similar venue was rejected due to these foreign workers. They only get to celebrate once a year and people are afraid to be disturbed by their presence. BBQ at east coast or chatlet is not acceptable as well for people might accused us of having 'illegal gathering' I think if I tell them we having foreign workers - ah mohs, things would be different. One of my boss bought them this: 3L Martel VSOP and they finished before first dish is served!!! I took a picture of lao yu sheng (badly taken) and afterwhich I prolly didn't have any chance to take pictures...I eat, I take a quick breath, people toast to me, I drink and the whole cycle begins...mixture of beer and wine and hard liquor. I know what's on their mind...for me to get drunk?!! But NO, I am still able to talk sense, walk straight, reach home but massive headache that woke me up in middle of night.

Decided to try the new hotpot yesterday and prepared seafood soup base for all these plus vegetables. I was too excited and busy, so forget to take pictures of all liao in the pot. Had a GREAT yummy time with Jo, Ling & HF.

Okay, I think this entry is troublesome plus cumblesome for me. Took me like ages to complete this blog entry...baking muffins is easier!