this is my dad

a strong character
his father is a carpenter from shanghai
he is a carpenter too
he measures things in mm
he hammer ten nails in equal distance
he got his artistic mood swing
he flared up in small little matters
i think i m like that at times
he makes most of the furniture at home
a handyman
a man that need his breakfast to start his day
newspaper to end his night
he got a contented heart
he see things in day by day
not an over ambitious guy
but stil he brought up my sis and me till this time
i wana tell him i love him
i m so glad i spoke to him yesterday
the estranged relationship seems over
he is real
he is my father
he is my father...

one week in beijing...

tian an men

its the 5th day in beijing
all i can say its a love and hate relationship here....
things that i embrace and things i detest here...
an everchanging city moulding itself towards ol lam pic




its never as quiet and rustic as i thought...
the wall is swamped with tourists and opportunitists taking the advantage of it...
drinkstall, stall that take photos for a small fee...
certificate that you climbed the great wall
not missing out tees and caps...

u see the crowd on the right and u will know wat i mean.





interesting cafe.... cater for the lao wai i think
they have a good library of books here for the expat...
nice ambience and somehow it reminds me of melbourne...
the food the cosyness

or maybe its jus the overwhelming of ang moh innit.

4 most days to go...

there is much to do but so little time...

amaze singh

mid week again liaos

10am meeting in tuas is never fun...
its half an hour to get there even on a cab ride...
how do people work in tuas get there every morning
must be a depressing and daunting task to complish

another half hour cab ride back to office thereafter...

after this "eventful" morning, i am drained....

so i went for a haircut.... thereuputic.... cant spell

one that woken me up and cheer up my day.... recharged

amazing wat a haicut can do...

make u refresh
5 years younger
nerder
cleaner
skinnyer

thats me

4 years back
blond
on route to great ocean road
tattoo half done.
skinny
merry
ahbengs

life before death or after death on the center stage?

i wonder to grieve over the last period before u leave this world is more important to most people...
what we shd dwell on its the afterlife.... will u see sea of fire? or creams like clouds?

am quite on the lower mode.... the work i see i love is abit diluted... with the business and the figures we have to
make and swallow...
its reality.... no money, no talk lor

the tender part of me wana be at peace with myself... the thing is i jus have to be hush to people that give no respect to themself at times... times when i got sandwiched... its jus a matter of making sense and justify what things is done that way...

end of the day, its jus work.. do i have to be so affected?

"affected" the word we use to describe our feelings when we are upset with each other a upon the dating time....

i am "affected" lah..... spell it all....
funny but interesting

i need to count my blessings..... today

a happy life
a nice lunch
another non smoking day
another day peace with myself
a beauty wife
a nice cosy home
sleep at night
a beauty day
a promising future
....

i love my life...
i shd be happy,,,


over and out