Alone

I am all alone tonight, again.

Of Getz, of rain, of the recent past

The past two days have been raining incessantly. Reminded me of my time in Melbourne again during last September. The Getz had been a good trusty companion for me and Keegan on our little road trip. I still recall vividly our drive down Melbourne's road especially during the drive down to Philip Island. It was raining heavily and the songs by The Cure and Maroon 5 still rang ceaselessly in my head.  

Of contrived nostalgia 

Psychedelic life 

Of reflections...and coffee 

View from the back...beginning of an adventure 

Read the stop sign! 

How do you do? 

Distant land of Timor Leste 

Mardi Gras 2004: View behind the wet plastic... 

Of fleeting dreams... 

Of memories and silhouettes 

How to achieve Goal 2010... 

Failed email to shitty times

Now I am not sure if I have posted this here before but yeah its that nice email to that shitty times editor:



I refer to your Insight article, 'Welcome, not stifle,
public activism' (Nov 20, 2004).

I have a problem with your last two sentences in the
article:

"They may intrude into the public space. But they
should be welcomed - with less cynicism."

Public space is a shared space, one can no more
intrude upon it if there is no real ownership over
such a space and especially if one is part of the
community that have a stake in the space.

The groups that you mentioned arose because they
perceive a gap or more likely a void that government
agencies fail to take note of.

The public servants should have no cause for grouse
even if they perceive the activist groups as
'intruding' on their traditional domain. It is for the
reason that people have perceived them (public
servants) to be inadequate in responding effectively
to issues of concern that provides a catalyst for the
formation of such groups.

It appears that your definition of public space is
effectively the exclusive domain of the public
service, which I would most respectfully disagree
with.

Regards,
T** H** M***

Klutzy post

I'm quite the klutz lately for example, just today, I toppled a Mount Franklin Mineral water bottle that was sitting nicely on the table it was on until I stumbled and crashed into it (the damn table).

The nice girl sitting behind and had kindly tapped me on my back conveying that my order of Shandong Chicken rice was ready, the Southern Wok boss was yelling out but I couldn't hear over the din that was Badabagans at lunch time, was wide jawed when my clumsiness was on display. (I think the clumsiness extends to my writing lately too)

Well, I never had much of an image as a cool suave guy anyway.

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By the way folks, the Shitty Times is going to charge for their online version pretty soon, in fact it is only a matter of days that it will take place.

Now, I had commented somewhere before that it is so going to turn off the many overseas Singaporeans who by their suayness, don't have access to the hard copy.

Regardless of their shitty standards for journalism, it is still after all a medium that is pretty good for us quitters or wannabe quitters (overseas students I think count as temporary ones) to touch base with the everyday going ons in the Red Dot.

Of course, they write much better Engrish than me but I am not going to pay 12 bucks a month for materials that they give to secondary school students every Monday to learn how to write essays.*

Anyhow, am quite busy nowadays to really bother, hell, their politics desk editor din even bother to reply my nice email to her. So much for being a respected institution.

* The wrap fish/vegetables analogy have been used to death.

This post is for Bin :)

Hello, thanks for drinking with me just now, much appreciated, not many people I know can do this kind of impromtu thing.

Anyway, this link is good for you: http://singaporeserf.blogspot.com/

See you on the yatch soon.