Since I was writing 'the-people-in-my-life' sorta posts, I thought I might as well complete the trilogy.
Two days ago, I came home and my mom goes "You have another letter from John." Excitedly I opened the bulky envelope, to find, as always, a neat handwritten letter inside along with many newspaper clippings.
John.I met John when I had gone to Queensland, Australia last year.He is 60 years old.He is a bus driver and tour guide there.He had picked me and my friend from the hotel to go to a theme park.We were his first passengers, so we were chatting the whole way. While we were gettin off, he offered to take us ladies to an 'Aussie' dinner one day, before we left.We were really surprised but said yes anyways.
That night when we returned to our hotel, there was a neat handwritten note from John,asking us when we were free for dinner.He also offered to take us to the rainforest on his off day, if we were interested.We were not sure whether to take the dinner offer or not.We agreed anyways.
Over dinner,we got to know John a little better.He had a thing for Indian culture and wanted to know more about it.He showed us his house and all his collections from around the world.He explained to us that when he was young and backpacking, a lot of strangers had helped him along the way and he felt it was his duty to do the same.We realised that he was genuinely a very nice person.
On Christmas day, everything in Queensland was closed down, much to our dismay.John happened to be free and gave us a 'non-touristy' tour of Gold Coast.You see,John was doing tourism as a part time course and had to write about such different places to take tourists to.So he did his homework while showing us the places.It was probably the best day of our trip. We learnt so much and went to places we normally wouldnt have known of.We got to know him better as person.I cant describe how much fun we had!
Well, it didnt end there.A week after I was back in S'pore, I received a huge parcel from him, with lots of small 'Aussie' things (vegemite,kangaroo pins,postcards,newspaper articles...).From then on, every month, I would get a call or a letter or a postcard, something from him. Always neatly handwritten along with interesting articles.
John fell and injured his hip bone last month.I wish him a speedy recovery.
Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.Like those you can call at 4 am,it is those who read every crappy thing you write that matter.Here's to my friends!!Cheers
Friday, July 29, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
I Remember....
Reading Sayesha's blog I got reminded of my grandfathers so much, I started yearning for him.
Its very difficult for me to describe my relationship with my grandfather.Though only for a short time, it was probably the closest relationships in my life.
When I was in India,I lived in an extended family.My dad was in Saudi at that time and my mom was a very meek,timid lady.I hardly knew her as a kid.I grew up with my grandparents.Typical of most grandparents, mine also spoilt me a lot by buying me whatever I asked for and taking me everywhere.
Often my mom has told me about how whenever my grandfather(I used to call him Dr.Thatha--thatha is tamil for grandfather) drove past a circus, he would immediately stop and buy tickets and take me there.
He used to go for evening walks and take me along, we would go to Gymkhana grounds,after watching the Tennis players for some time. I would sheepishly ask him "Dr.Thatha, can we go to the canteen, I m very hungry." (I would refuse to eat anything at home,but whenever I go out, I dont mind eating all junk outside)
We used to go to Nalli's sari store in matunga market.There he would catch up with old friends,while I sit on the counter showing saris to the customers.
Apprently I would always be after him to take me some where,buy me something, and he would never say 'No'.
Everytime he went off to the USA to be stay with my other uncles and cousins I would miss him and hold his foto and cry.He would write to me from there, telling me to work hard and improve my handwriting.He always tried to impress upon us that we should become doctors.
When we left and came to Singapore, it was hardest for me to accept that my grandparents wont be living with us anymore.He continued writing letters to me.All of which I have preserved very carefully.
I remember my last letter to him.I had just come back to S'pore from Bombay.I had just started Sec 3 (9th standard).I was telling him he should come and live with us and help me with chemistry (he has a double Phd in Chemistry).I recall his last letter to me, where he told me I shd strive to write TOFEL, GRE and go into the medical field.I should improve my handwriting and work on my vocabulary.
A month after that letter, he was hospitalised and passed away a few weeks later.
My parents had gone down to India when he was hospitalised.We could not financially afford to all fly down.
I can still hear my dad's voice over the fone, "preeti,dr.thatha's brain has gone into hemmorhage."
I asked my dad : "whats a hemmorhage..?"
*long pause*
my dad replied "Blood vessels in the brain have burst and blood is seeping out..its like his brain is shutting down one organ at a time...the doctors dont think he can be revived.."
I silently cried not wanting my dad to hear it.
One month my grandfather had struggled in the hospital because some doctor did not know how to do an endoscopy properly. The endoscopy had caused an infection in his stomach and they had to suck out a lot of pus which had over the period of a month formed in his stomach.After surgery, when he was recovering, another operation was performed on him w/o prior permission from our family.This went drastically wrong and within 2 days he passed away.I was told by my mother that my dad and uncles were in so much rage when they found out, that they nearly strangled the doctors in the hospital.
But none of it mattered, my Dr.Thatha no longer existed.
Everytime I went back to that house in Bombay where I had grown up,it felt empty without him there.I brought back all his books with me.I took pride in knowing that he and I shared the same taste in a lot of things.We gave away all his thesis to the library.That is probably what he would have preferred.He always encouraged people to study more, gain more knowledge;never think you know it all.
He himself had spent his childhood days studying under the street lamp.Through many hardships he completed his basic education. All on scholarships.He got his 1st Phd from Bombay University and the second one from University of Manchester. He and his best friend were commended for being the top in their class.My mom tells me they were also some of the few to have been presented with some award by the Queen (dont really know wat this it is though, neither does my mom).
He had travelled around the world, and was suppsoed to be very well-connected.But he was a man who prided on merit not recommendations.He was a short man, but so highly respected that people always looked up at him.Even now, there are people who call to check if he is around.
I didnt even realise I had written so much about him..There is probably so much of him and his memories that I want to keep that I just wrote.I guess I just miss him, and I try to make up for it by trying to live by what he taught me.
Its very difficult for me to describe my relationship with my grandfather.Though only for a short time, it was probably the closest relationships in my life.
When I was in India,I lived in an extended family.My dad was in Saudi at that time and my mom was a very meek,timid lady.I hardly knew her as a kid.I grew up with my grandparents.Typical of most grandparents, mine also spoilt me a lot by buying me whatever I asked for and taking me everywhere.
Often my mom has told me about how whenever my grandfather(I used to call him Dr.Thatha--thatha is tamil for grandfather) drove past a circus, he would immediately stop and buy tickets and take me there.
He used to go for evening walks and take me along, we would go to Gymkhana grounds,after watching the Tennis players for some time. I would sheepishly ask him "Dr.Thatha, can we go to the canteen, I m very hungry." (I would refuse to eat anything at home,but whenever I go out, I dont mind eating all junk outside)
We used to go to Nalli's sari store in matunga market.There he would catch up with old friends,while I sit on the counter showing saris to the customers.
Apprently I would always be after him to take me some where,buy me something, and he would never say 'No'.
Everytime he went off to the USA to be stay with my other uncles and cousins I would miss him and hold his foto and cry.He would write to me from there, telling me to work hard and improve my handwriting.He always tried to impress upon us that we should become doctors.
When we left and came to Singapore, it was hardest for me to accept that my grandparents wont be living with us anymore.He continued writing letters to me.All of which I have preserved very carefully.
I remember my last letter to him.I had just come back to S'pore from Bombay.I had just started Sec 3 (9th standard).I was telling him he should come and live with us and help me with chemistry (he has a double Phd in Chemistry).I recall his last letter to me, where he told me I shd strive to write TOFEL, GRE and go into the medical field.I should improve my handwriting and work on my vocabulary.
A month after that letter, he was hospitalised and passed away a few weeks later.
My parents had gone down to India when he was hospitalised.We could not financially afford to all fly down.
I can still hear my dad's voice over the fone, "preeti,dr.thatha's brain has gone into hemmorhage."
I asked my dad : "whats a hemmorhage..?"
*long pause*
my dad replied "Blood vessels in the brain have burst and blood is seeping out..its like his brain is shutting down one organ at a time...the doctors dont think he can be revived.."
I silently cried not wanting my dad to hear it.
One month my grandfather had struggled in the hospital because some doctor did not know how to do an endoscopy properly. The endoscopy had caused an infection in his stomach and they had to suck out a lot of pus which had over the period of a month formed in his stomach.After surgery, when he was recovering, another operation was performed on him w/o prior permission from our family.This went drastically wrong and within 2 days he passed away.I was told by my mother that my dad and uncles were in so much rage when they found out, that they nearly strangled the doctors in the hospital.
But none of it mattered, my Dr.Thatha no longer existed.
Everytime I went back to that house in Bombay where I had grown up,it felt empty without him there.I brought back all his books with me.I took pride in knowing that he and I shared the same taste in a lot of things.We gave away all his thesis to the library.That is probably what he would have preferred.He always encouraged people to study more, gain more knowledge;never think you know it all.
He himself had spent his childhood days studying under the street lamp.Through many hardships he completed his basic education. All on scholarships.He got his 1st Phd from Bombay University and the second one from University of Manchester. He and his best friend were commended for being the top in their class.My mom tells me they were also some of the few to have been presented with some award by the Queen (dont really know wat this it is though, neither does my mom).
He had travelled around the world, and was suppsoed to be very well-connected.But he was a man who prided on merit not recommendations.He was a short man, but so highly respected that people always looked up at him.Even now, there are people who call to check if he is around.
I didnt even realise I had written so much about him..There is probably so much of him and his memories that I want to keep that I just wrote.I guess I just miss him, and I try to make up for it by trying to live by what he taught me.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
A Tribute to my Mother
If there is one person I have been constantly awestruck by, that would have to be my mom.Its not because she is my mother that I feel this way, but rather because I feel there are certain things about her that I draw my inspiration from.
My mom is a B.A (Economics) graduate, from Srirangam, Tamil nadu.She was one of the top Track and Field sportswoman of her school and college.She represented her district as a volley ball player.She has close to 200 sports certificates which she showed me once.Ranging from 100 m to 1500m running, shot put, javelin and of course volleyball.
When we were in India, our last 8 months there, she worked with a travel agency. When she left, they were so happy with her work that her boss subsidised all our air tickets. We ended up paying only 50% of the airfare, the rest was paid by her company.He was really eager that she come here and join his subsidary firm in S'pore (although that never happened)
During our first year in Singapore, times were financially tight at home,my mother went for night shift job at an assembly factory. The qualifications required for the job was just Primary 6. (She could have just decided that she was more qualified than that or thought of the job as being menial for her) She chose night shift cos it paid more and plus she could spend the time while we were at home with all of us.
A year later, she joined a kindergarden as a teacher.But that required her to go back to study. She worked full time and studied part time for 3 years, 3 times a week.Yet I dont recall once when any of us felt she was neglecting the family.She finished a Diploma in Education and an Advanced Diploma in Education
Many years later(I dont remember how many) she left the kindergarden and joined the Special School to teach Autistic children.This meant she had to go for more specialised courses. My mom was back part time in University (NIE), during my Bachelors.She completed her Diploma in Special Education and a course in Autism (I have to mention she got a Distinction in this).
Some where along the way, she started also developing her interest in rangoli. It started small with her doing it in the temples. Then slowly, she was called to conduct workshops and exhibitions.Last year, my mom got into the Guiness Book of World Record for the Largest rangoli in the World.She took 7 hours to draw on that of the size 53 feet by 52 feet (2759 sq feet).It was one of her amibitions in life which she strived and achieved.
My mom had been itching to do something like that again.Last Sunday,on request from Whampoa CC, she did another rangoli for Racial Harmony, which was about the same size as her Guiness. Except this time, instead of her doing the whole thing alone, the public was welcome to join her.
(I wanted to put up the fotos of the 2 rangolis, however, due to the size, we dont have a single shot that covers the whole thing.)But she has her website if anyone is interested.
Anyways, I just felt like writing about THE woman in my life.The one whom I idolise.Often wish I had her determination and patience, her enthusiasm and the energy she displays, especially when it comes to helping others.
My mom is a B.A (Economics) graduate, from Srirangam, Tamil nadu.She was one of the top Track and Field sportswoman of her school and college.She represented her district as a volley ball player.She has close to 200 sports certificates which she showed me once.Ranging from 100 m to 1500m running, shot put, javelin and of course volleyball.
When we were in India, our last 8 months there, she worked with a travel agency. When she left, they were so happy with her work that her boss subsidised all our air tickets. We ended up paying only 50% of the airfare, the rest was paid by her company.He was really eager that she come here and join his subsidary firm in S'pore (although that never happened)
During our first year in Singapore, times were financially tight at home,my mother went for night shift job at an assembly factory. The qualifications required for the job was just Primary 6. (She could have just decided that she was more qualified than that or thought of the job as being menial for her) She chose night shift cos it paid more and plus she could spend the time while we were at home with all of us.
A year later, she joined a kindergarden as a teacher.But that required her to go back to study. She worked full time and studied part time for 3 years, 3 times a week.Yet I dont recall once when any of us felt she was neglecting the family.She finished a Diploma in Education and an Advanced Diploma in Education
Many years later(I dont remember how many) she left the kindergarden and joined the Special School to teach Autistic children.This meant she had to go for more specialised courses. My mom was back part time in University (NIE), during my Bachelors.She completed her Diploma in Special Education and a course in Autism (I have to mention she got a Distinction in this).
Some where along the way, she started also developing her interest in rangoli. It started small with her doing it in the temples. Then slowly, she was called to conduct workshops and exhibitions.Last year, my mom got into the Guiness Book of World Record for the Largest rangoli in the World.She took 7 hours to draw on that of the size 53 feet by 52 feet (2759 sq feet).It was one of her amibitions in life which she strived and achieved.
My mom had been itching to do something like that again.Last Sunday,on request from Whampoa CC, she did another rangoli for Racial Harmony, which was about the same size as her Guiness. Except this time, instead of her doing the whole thing alone, the public was welcome to join her.
(I wanted to put up the fotos of the 2 rangolis, however, due to the size, we dont have a single shot that covers the whole thing.)But she has her website if anyone is interested.
Anyways, I just felt like writing about THE woman in my life.The one whom I idolise.Often wish I had her determination and patience, her enthusiasm and the energy she displays, especially when it comes to helping others.
Monday, July 25, 2005
God Save me
Well,its monday morning and instead of having monday blues, I have butterflies in my stomach.You ask why?Well, today is the start of my Masters classes.Classes are only in the evenings, but I am nervous nonetheless.I got up early this morning and came to office by 7.30 am.
Why nervous?Last night,I happen to take a peek into the lecture notes that were posted by the professors.My worst fears came true.All I saw was Physics n Chemistry.I freaked out.Especially since I did not take Chemistry for my 'A' Levels and flunked my Physics through out my Junior College years, barely meeting the required University's required grade.
I have been so restless since I came to office.I have been telling myself to relax, that its no big deal.I will get through this.Its only the 1st class.
Oh God..Save me!
Why nervous?Last night,I happen to take a peek into the lecture notes that were posted by the professors.My worst fears came true.All I saw was Physics n Chemistry.I freaked out.Especially since I did not take Chemistry for my 'A' Levels and flunked my Physics through out my Junior College years, barely meeting the required University's required grade.
I have been so restless since I came to office.I have been telling myself to relax, that its no big deal.I will get through this.Its only the 1st class.
Oh God..Save me!
Friday, July 22, 2005
Priceless words
I cannot believe its already friday!!After my last post I would have expected that my weekdays would have been long and tiring.They were.
Well anyways.
I like giving friends small gifts, notes...I dont know why..its jus something I like to do, makes me happy.
I realised that sometimes its not the fanciful or expensive gifts that matter, but the effort put into getting something memorable and meaningful that is priceless.To know someone values you as much as you value them.Even if they already know it, no harm in telling them again.
One of my close friends (lets say F1 :) Sayesha style) is leaving Singapore to go to Australia for her further studies.I was trying to rake my brain as to what to give her.
It struck me that about 5 years ago, when another one of my close friends,F2, was going to Australia, I was pretty much thinking of the same thing.Instead of buying something, I had then decided that I would write a long letter. A letter that basically was like a story book of how we had met and become friends, the funny things we had done together and the times we had fought..blah blah.(I think it was about 4-5 A4-sized pages long)
After I had finihsed writing it, I had read the letter to make sure I had not missed out anything. I didnt realise that I had started crying n smiling, recounting all those moments yet again.I thought 'Things will never be the same between us..now that she is going to Australia..she will probably find other friends'.Within a few hours of her leaving, I got a call. All I heard was squeaking and sobbing. F2 had spent her flight journey reading that letter over and again and crying her heart out.We still laugh about it today.She never let me come to the airport again to drop her off ever again after that though.
To a certain extent thanks to that letter, the memories we shared are never forgotten. Its like a diary, preserving those few moments in words. Every time we read them, we relive that moment.
Well anyways.
I like giving friends small gifts, notes...I dont know why..its jus something I like to do, makes me happy.
I realised that sometimes its not the fanciful or expensive gifts that matter, but the effort put into getting something memorable and meaningful that is priceless.To know someone values you as much as you value them.Even if they already know it, no harm in telling them again.
One of my close friends (lets say F1 :) Sayesha style) is leaving Singapore to go to Australia for her further studies.I was trying to rake my brain as to what to give her.
It struck me that about 5 years ago, when another one of my close friends,F2, was going to Australia, I was pretty much thinking of the same thing.Instead of buying something, I had then decided that I would write a long letter. A letter that basically was like a story book of how we had met and become friends, the funny things we had done together and the times we had fought..blah blah.(I think it was about 4-5 A4-sized pages long)
After I had finihsed writing it, I had read the letter to make sure I had not missed out anything. I didnt realise that I had started crying n smiling, recounting all those moments yet again.I thought 'Things will never be the same between us..now that she is going to Australia..she will probably find other friends'.Within a few hours of her leaving, I got a call. All I heard was squeaking and sobbing. F2 had spent her flight journey reading that letter over and again and crying her heart out.We still laugh about it today.She never let me come to the airport again to drop her off ever again after that though.
To a certain extent thanks to that letter, the memories we shared are never forgotten. Its like a diary, preserving those few moments in words. Every time we read them, we relive that moment.
Monday, July 18, 2005
The case of the Missing Weekend
Monday Morning:I wake up at 6 am, drag myself out of bed while my body is arguing that it wants to sleep a while more.Every muscle in me is hurting.I force myself into the shower, get dressed and leave for work still looking groggy and feeling absolutely tired.I enter the train, manage to secure the corner seat n I sleep off.I am invariably the first to arrive at office and sit at my desk and wonder.Where did my weekend go?
I dont know.Everytime friday comes, my life takes a hop-skip-and-jump and lands up on monday. I dont even remember when the weekend came and went also.Its so unfair that the weekends are so fast!They should keep longer weekends and shorter workdays.
I dont know.Everytime friday comes, my life takes a hop-skip-and-jump and lands up on monday. I dont even remember when the weekend came and went also.Its so unfair that the weekends are so fast!They should keep longer weekends and shorter workdays.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Krrish
The sequeal of the movie Koi Mil Gaya, Krrish,
is heading for a 60-day nonstop shoot in Singapore from September to November for which the star, Hrithik Roshan will be here.Other locations for this movie included Manila and Mumbai, where shooting has just been completed.
Rakesh Roshan's Filmkraft has made agreements with Singapore Tourism Board which allows him to shoot the movie in Singapore.Apprently 60% of it will be filmed in this country.
(Quoted from the article in Apunkachocie.com ), “After signing this agreement, I can close down the highways and expressways in Singapore, and freely shoot, with their prior permission, of course,” Roshan senior is quoted as saying.
(Quoted from rediff) Krrish will showcase locations in Singapore including the world renowned Singapore Zoo, state of the art concert venue The Esplanade, a heritage pier built in 1933, the cultural repository of Chinatown, the bustling lifestyle districts along Singapore River and one of Singapore's rustic islands, Pulau Ubin
This time round, instead of Priety Zinta, the 'his love interest in the movie', will be Priyanka Chopra.
is heading for a 60-day nonstop shoot in Singapore from September to November for which the star, Hrithik Roshan will be here.Other locations for this movie included Manila and Mumbai, where shooting has just been completed.
Rakesh Roshan's Filmkraft has made agreements with Singapore Tourism Board which allows him to shoot the movie in Singapore.Apprently 60% of it will be filmed in this country.
(Quoted from the article in Apunkachocie.com ), “After signing this agreement, I can close down the highways and expressways in Singapore, and freely shoot, with their prior permission, of course,” Roshan senior is quoted as saying.
(Quoted from rediff) Krrish will showcase locations in Singapore including the world renowned Singapore Zoo, state of the art concert venue The Esplanade, a heritage pier built in 1933, the cultural repository of Chinatown, the bustling lifestyle districts along Singapore River and one of Singapore's rustic islands, Pulau Ubin
This time round, instead of Priety Zinta, the 'his love interest in the movie', will be Priyanka Chopra.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Mirrors
"A mirror, once broken, however craftily mended
Will only show a distorted image,
So is Trust, once broken, however sincerely assured
Will only raise doubts.
Friendship is a mirror and
a friend the embodiment of trust."
Will only show a distorted image,
So is Trust, once broken, however sincerely assured
Will only raise doubts.
Friendship is a mirror and
a friend the embodiment of trust."
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Movie Marathon
Well I went for 2 movies over the weekend.Both of which I ended liking very much.
War of the World: I found it awesome. What appealed to me most was the human angle of looking at it rather than making it 'yet another alien movie'.Its worth watching on the big screen because of the specil effects. Well its a typical Steven Speilberg movie that keeps you on the edge of you seat.
Fantastic Four: Considering my love for comic book heros, I liked the movie.Although the movie does not really have a proper storyline, the action was interesting because it was different from most other superhero movies. But honestly, you dont need to go to the cinemas to watch it, you could watch the dvd at home..or miss it also.But its definately entertaining.
Waiting for 'Bewitched' and 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'...
War of the World: I found it awesome. What appealed to me most was the human angle of looking at it rather than making it 'yet another alien movie'.Its worth watching on the big screen because of the specil effects. Well its a typical Steven Speilberg movie that keeps you on the edge of you seat.
Fantastic Four: Considering my love for comic book heros, I liked the movie.Although the movie does not really have a proper storyline, the action was interesting because it was different from most other superhero movies. But honestly, you dont need to go to the cinemas to watch it, you could watch the dvd at home..or miss it also.But its definately entertaining.
Waiting for 'Bewitched' and 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'...
Friday, July 08, 2005
Just a stop Photo spot
I am too lazy to try and figure out a lot of things in life considering that I have no time for mostly any thing except work,dance and studies...
So I started another blog jus for fotos...for those interested, u check out some of the fotos I took in US-SFO
So I started another blog jus for fotos...for those interested, u check out some of the fotos I took in US-SFO
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Thoughts...
"When a close friend goes away,a part of me dies inside.
I am who I am because some part of me
was affected by this person,was made by this person.
When its someone else's someone, you can console,
but when it is your someone,what use is consolation.
But those who come must some day go,
farewell my friend, I bid thee well. "
I am who I am because some part of me
was affected by this person,was made by this person.
When its someone else's someone, you can console,
but when it is your someone,what use is consolation.
But those who come must some day go,
farewell my friend, I bid thee well. "
Monday, July 04, 2005
Quotable Quotes
"Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are good is like expecting the bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian."
- Dennis Wholey (1937-)
"One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important."
- Bertrand Russell (1872-1970)
"For there is nothing either good or bad, thinking makes it so."
- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet, II.ii
"Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away."
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900-1944)
"The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense."
- Tom Clancy (1947-), paraphrasing Mark Twain
"Destiny is not a matter of change, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved."
- William Jennings Bryan (1860-1925)
"Happiness is good health and a bad memory."
- Ingrid Bergman (1917-1982)
"Never try to teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time and annoys the pig."
- Proverb
- Dennis Wholey (1937-)
"One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important."
- Bertrand Russell (1872-1970)
"For there is nothing either good or bad, thinking makes it so."
- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet, II.ii
"Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away."
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900-1944)
"The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense."
- Tom Clancy (1947-), paraphrasing Mark Twain
"Destiny is not a matter of change, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved."
- William Jennings Bryan (1860-1925)
"Happiness is good health and a bad memory."
- Ingrid Bergman (1917-1982)
"Never try to teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time and annoys the pig."
- Proverb
Friday, July 01, 2005
Back to work
I wake up early this morning as it will be my first day at the new work place in Changi.I left home at the absolutely unearthly time of 7 am.After 2 buses and a train journey I was at The Signature, Changi Business Park.I walked into the office at 8 am and found that not a soul was around.None of the desk had names on them so I went round and round the office trying to locate mine.
Finally, I unpacked and settled down, my watch showed 8.15 am. "Not bad" I thought to myself.By the time the first human walked into my office, it was nearly 8.45. At 9.15, my office has less than 3 people working.Gone are the days when in the Raffles office we used to start work at 8.30 in the morning.
Maybe the move was not as bad as I had thought after all.
Finally, I unpacked and settled down, my watch showed 8.15 am. "Not bad" I thought to myself.By the time the first human walked into my office, it was nearly 8.45. At 9.15, my office has less than 3 people working.Gone are the days when in the Raffles office we used to start work at 8.30 in the morning.
Maybe the move was not as bad as I had thought after all.
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