Hit and run.

Yesterday, I was involved in a hit and run. Now, don't get your panties up in a bunch thinking you'll see my face plastered all over the Straits Times. I was the victim of a hit and run. Its not the normal hit and run that you may think. I was not struck down by a car or bus or bike. Some idiot hit my car and ran off. I was having lunch at North Point Shopping Centre yesterday. I parked my car at the basement car park of the shopping centre. When I returned from lunch, to my horror, someone who apparently tried to park their blue car next to mine, hit my car. The driver's side of the car was scratched and the whole area covering my tyres was covered in blue paint,long deep scratches and huge dents. The best part, the driver of the blue car that hit my car was no where in sight. He/She apparently took off after hitting my car and seeing that the damage was quite bad. So now, I have to spend a couple of hundred dollars to fix it. What a way to start the weekend. Totally bummed out!

People actually say these...

Here on our bright sunny shores of Singapore, we suffer from a small problem. That problem is, (drum roll) english. Or rather, the pronounciation of english words. Here are a few classic examples.

EX-SKKEEWW = excuse me
MORE BETTER = much better
CHER = teacher
HOW MANY MONEY = how much is it?
NOWS THE DAY = now days
OPEN PHONE = switch on your handphone
CLOSE PHONE = switch off your handphone
PRESS MONEY = withdraw money from the ATM
MY ONE = mine
BORROW ME MONEY = can you lend me some money

These are just a few of the words we can hear on a daily basis. Its sad isn't it? Not only can't we pronounce words, we have practically killed the english language because our grammer and vocab is simply terrible. This doesn't even include the "La", "Law", "Hor" and many other irksome sounds that we add to the end of our sentences. Please, learn to speak proper english.

Melaka

I just got back from Melaka. Took a short holiday there to chill out and enjoy the sights. Here are some of the photos. Typical holiday stuff. Lazing around the hotel, eating, shopping and just walking around.

Lost Sheep

Deep into the night, pass the witching hour. I sit in tranquill bliss. Nirvana. Silence befalls me. Nothing, not even a whisper in the wind. My mind is racing. Thoughts, ideas, memories; flow through my body like a surge of energy. Quiet. Breathe in. Breathe out. Calm the anxiety that brews within my soul. Hands flow with motion. The words flow freely as if my hands have a mind of its own. Free? Liberated? If I am to escape from this cursed shell I must die. But is this death I so willingly seek physical or spiritual? For what good am I dead? Have I not but one life to live? Am I not mortal? But of course I am. Thus this death I seek must be of something else. Enlightnment, if I dare say so myself. The material world is not what I seek nor desire. Wisdom. Understanding. Peace. Is that too much to ask? Lost are my thoughts. If so my soul dares to dream, it wanders far from reality. To a place I cannot follow. Only in my dreams do I see it. It seems that I might be lost. All alone I stand. But I know that there is a God out there who looks after me. So divine and pure. I dare not look upon his face for I am ashamed. For I, a mere mortal, am not worthy. Alas, he reaches out to me. A hand from heaven. A life line. A bouy to hang on to in stormy seas. Who am I to deserve this? Ah, now I know. I am his. For in times long ago, I gave myself to him. A pledge I made. An unbreakable vow. For this, he saves me. Oh, but how foolish I have been. I have rejected his out stretched hand too often. Thinking, I am strong enough to do it myself. I now realise I cannot. I am weak. So very, very weak. Now I know. My God is still there. He never left. Watching over me for ages he has been. Help me. Help me to find my calling. Fulfill your destiny.