1820 HRS OCTOBER 25TH 2007

No!

Try Not.

Do, or do not.

There is no try.

According to the words

of Master Yoda

the Jedi Knight

in Star Wars.

I am no Jedi,

but I am a sailor.

And no ship

can go anywhere

if the captain

does not chart

its destination.

You cannot go anywhere

if you drift

with the sea.

And sooner or later,

you will crash.

The sea is such

that it will bring

a drifting ship

to a destructive end.

The only ship

that goes anywhere

is one who knows

where it is going

and how

to get there.

Likewise,

if we drift along directionless

our lives,

we will surely sink

at some point.

We must be the captain

of our lives,

be purposeful

and have a clear direction,

where we are going

and of course

how to get there.

1600 HRS OCTOBER 21ST 2007

I just went mad.

I bought a total of

4 watches,

4 ear rings,

4 pendants,

2 hair clips,

1 hair band,

1 bracelet.

Life becomes meaningful

when you give.

But giving in material things

is a poor substitute,

for giving time,

giving yourself.

There is no better gift

than time.

Money when spent

can be earned back.

Time when wasted,

can never be regained.

A minute doing nothing

is a minute gone forever,

you can never ever

get that minute back.

We always think

we have to do some heroic act

go help the poor and hungry

in some African state.

Generosity

need not go very far.

When you are being served

by a stressed out

and poorly paid waitress,

who might be

some poor foreign student

trying to make ends meet

whilst doing her studies,

a kind smile

and some understanding,

can help her so much.

We may not have given her

much of our time

nor money,

but we have given

some kindness.

In doing so,

we gave ourselves

and helped her

made her life

a little bit better,

even just for

10 seconds

1700 HRS 16TH OCTOBER 2007

Oh,

in my 12 hours back in Singapore,

over the weekend.

I read of this 27 year old

Palestinian dude

who hid in the wheel well

of a SQ aircraft

and flew from

KL to Singapore.

He fell out of the wheel well

upon touching down

at Changi.

The police arrested him

and presumably threw him

in jail, possibly rattan caning

as its the law

for illegal immigration

into Singapore.

Fuck,

this guy is so smart.

He knew

that on a 35 minute flight

to Singapore,

he stood a good chance

of survival

against the cold

or lack of oxygen

as the plane

would not have gone up

sufficient altitude,

or at least

he could survive

long enough.

Fuck,

arrest him?

I would have greeted him

and handed him a Singaporean NRIC

and passport

on arrival!!!

We need this kind

of smart risk takers

1740 HRS OCTOBER 16TH 2007

31 whole days in HK,

made me obsessed with

the plight of Vietnamese refugees

detained in camps

in HK and other parts

of the world.

I cannot fathom

with any logic

for the life of me

understand how

can the world

classify the Vietnamese

according to

political or economic refugees.

Political refugees

fair enough,

escaping to another country

for fear of political persecution.

Economic refugees?

escaping to another country

because of better economics?

Can a man possibly,

put himself, his wife

and his children,

on a flimsy and leaky boat,

risking

death by

drowning,

dehydration,

robbery,

rape,

murder

on the high seas?

Just because he wants

more money?

Come on,

he is escaping

because living conditions

back home,

under a communist regime

was unlivable!!!

And those Thai fishermen

who preyed on these Vietnamese refugees

because they realised,

it was easy money

looting the Vietnamese,

raping them,

killing them.

And the Thai governement,

did absolutely nothing,

to stop them,

so as to deter

the influx

of more Vietnamese

boat people.

Thus it is

Thai government

endorsed

robberies,

rapes,

and murder.

I used to think of Thai people

as gentle and nice,

after knowing

what they done

in the process

killing possibly

250,000 Vietnamese

I don't know anymore.

Maybe its Southern Thais

or Malays.

I dunno.

Fuck knows.

1840 HRS OCTOBER 3RD 2007

Today

I turned 43.

Today,

after work,

I rushed home

to my apartment,

although I knew

I would be all alone.

But today,

I rushed home

because

I planned

to take that 5 minute walk

to Harbour City

where I found out

that there is a

hat boutique.

My darling wife

loves hats.

All Vietnamese do.

I want to buy

as many hats

as I can carry home.

Because

all I want

on my birthday,

is to see

her beautiful smile.

I feel

all purposeful again,

because nothing

is more meaningful

on this day

than that smile.

1950 HRS OCTOBER 2ND 2007

When we fall in love,

we take this giant step,

into the unknown.

We may have everything to gain,

and also alot to lose.

We may have every happiness,

and we also have every hurt.

Love is like

a total, complete

and unconditional

surrender.

Come what may,

for better or worse.

For all the joys

she provided,

a bit of hurt

ain't gonna matter.

When you have conquered

the fear of loss,

the fear of pain,

therein lies

the ultimate freedom

to love

and love completely.

And each day

for the rest of my life,

I will walk

with happiness

and joy.

For I conquered

my fears

and insecurities

2040 HRS OCTOBER 1ST 2007

This really made me sick.

The violent killings and beatings

of monks and demonstrators

unarmed and holding

a peaceful protest

against the ruling military junta

in Myanmar.

A government

is supposed to be

for the people.

The people have spoken.

A government is supposed

to listen to its people

and try to resolve

their grievances

in a peaceful

and fair manner.

Only a pariah state

ruled by beasts with

the morals of

street dogs

will kill

its own kind.

But that is only

to be expected

of a military junta

that overturned

the election results in 1990

when the people voted

for Aung San Suu Kyi.

And have since,

put her under house arrest

and ruled the people

with military force,

in the process

sending a mineral rich country

into near bankruptcy.

You see some of Myanmar's brightest

working in Singapore

as waiters and waitresses.

It makes me even more sick,

sicker than sick.

When I think of this Singapore Government,

whose Temasek owned companies,

Chartered Industries

and Allied Ordinance,

selling guns and ammunition

to the Myanmar military.

When no one else,

will sell these pariahs

weapons

that were meant

for killing their own people,

this Singapore government

will gladly sell them weapons.

The Myanmese people

were gunned down

by guns and bullets

made in Singapore.

All of us here,

have Myanmese blood

stains on our hands.

We voted a government

that supported murder.

So who is the bigger pariah?