Fire! Fire!

The remains of the fire that took place a couple of shops from my
office this afternoon. Thankfully no one was hurt, as the business was
not in operation yet.

But being the kaypoh Singaporean that I am, after hearing about the
fire, I ran out to watch it.. Says so much about the Singaporean
pysche in me..

Blood

Just recently, one of my aunts found out that she had contracted lung cancer. The news isn't earth-shattering to me, only because I am not close to that particular aunt. (The same does not hold true for my godmother though.)

There was a family falling out many years ago, and even though I spent many hours with her when I was younger, it wasn't until my grandma's death in '05 did our families finally decide to spend more time together. (That meant the obligatory family trips to their apartment every Chinese New Year since.)

But buried underneath my patchy memories, I can still remember being a young tot when she bought me the best Strawberry Cupcake doll. While the doll had a regular upper torso (the kind that all dolls have), it had no legs. In its place, she had a big rubbery poofy skirt that reached to the floor. But the magic of it was that the skirt could be turned upside down and it would transform into a cupcake base. Add a muffin top and you have a doll hidden inside a cupcake.

It was awesome.

Last night I instantly fell in love with the song Blood by Aussie band, The Middle East and I've been playing it on loop ever since. I finally got around to reading the lyrics and somewhere along the lines, I started getting really emotional and wanted to cry from the sheer loss that comes along with losing nothing but feeling like everything's gone.

"it was the only woman you ever loved
that got burnt by the sun too often when she was young
and the cancer spread and it ran into her body and her blood
and there's nothing you can do about it now"

'Blood' The Middle East

Ohai I'm the birthday boy

After what was an hour of getting lost and taking the wrong buses,
this is us at The French Stall on serangoon road having a really good
meal of French onion soup, mussels in white wine, steak, lamb and
chocolate soufflé.

Happy birthday boy!

Birthday card!

My birthday card, shaped in a form of a cat!

Panda bears!!

Panda bears sleeping, or what is the highlight of an otherwise
disappointing Ocean Park, the latter of which was hot, crowded, sticky
and exploitative. :(

Hong kong day 1

Man to dave's dad seems to be saying: You came to Hong Kong to do
WHAT?!?

Actually I lie, I have no idea what he's saying.

But the dim sum is great! :)

Personal reminder

Personal reminder to be nice to people, even when I don't feel like
it. Strangers included too.

The pen was given to me by a taxi driver because I rushed out of the
office and had forgotten to bring a pen along. (I actually had two in
my bag but just couldn't find it at that point in time.) so the taxi
driver very generously gave me his genting resort pen even though I
offered to pay for it twice.

I'm always taken by surprise when people do nice things or go out of
their way to help. Is it because I think too little of people? Or is
it because I might be to proud to ask for help?

I wonder.