To the driver behind the wheels of car plate SFR3219B, a blue car of which brand and model I couldn’t quite make out of; who drove past the junction of Clementi Avenue 5 and Avenue 4 at about 9:30pm:
You didn’t stop for pedestrian but instead shamelessly drove in the face of the crossing pedestrian (and I was one of them). To make it worse you didn’t even slow down and expected us to slow down for you.
Shame on you, you are one of those cockroaches who don’t deserve to have a driving license.
God knows who you are and he will punish you, you idiot.
Are you always confident of yourself?
Or has anyone ever commented that they have never seen anyone as formidably confident as you?
I started a new job in March.
Two weeks back my new colleague Told me she has never seen anyone as confident as I am.
Last week she made the same remark again, this time she added on to explain that she wonders how can I be so confident when I have yet to prove myself in the organization. In my shoes, she would be cautious how those around would view her ‘confidence’, and also manage her manager in a ‘less confident’ way.
She has a point, I appreciate that. Although I have a different view point but I am grateful for her candidness.
I am confident because I am answerable only to myself, not others. I am confident because I have started a few times in new organizations, in different industries. I am confident because I tell myself it is a matter of time that I will succeed. My past experiences tell me that time is an important element, on top of efforts and skills. Because all success requires the right timing.
Like cooking – not only do we need to add the right ingredients, we need to add them in with the right sequence, get them cooked with the right duration, with the right level of heat at different stage.
There is a Chinese saying – 天时，地利，人和. Loosely translated – Good Timing, Right Location and Right People.
With all planning, efforts and meeting the right people, enough people, I am waiting for the right moment. Time will deliver.
And I don’t want to prove my ability to others, I want to prove it to myself. It’s a race against myself. I am competing with my past performance, the ‘me’ from the past.
Hence I am confident, or seem to be confident.
But she is right about one thing – I need to be seen as humble and manage my superiors right so that I gain their support. That would constitute to ‘People’ element.
While I am grateful to her, I don’t intend to be less confident.
I will work on my interpersonal and speed up my efforts.
We launched the first dinner of Hungry Dinner Club on eve of Good Friday.
A friend of mine launched the club and we were made the honorary committee members.
HUNGRY MONDAY DINNER CLUB works with different restaurants each month. 20%+ of the dinner cost will go to FOOD for the HUNGRY. http://www.fh.org/
Each dollar raised can feed 4 children. Please join us and look out for the next event.
So the bunch of us pigged out at at PAN PACIFIC ORCHARD HOTEL, 10@CLAYMORE . It’s an amazing yummy flair of international cuisines, including endless flow of sashimi, clayish, crabs and prawns, Angus Beef, lamp, local delicacies, mind blowing gourmet desserts….etc. All at a pre-tax price of S$52 or about S$62 after tax and services.
Although not a price most of we could be forking out every night for dinner, I still consider it cheap for both quality and quantity it offers. I almost hated myself for having eating too little.
That evening, 7 of us collected S$123.56. Not a lot but definitely a good start to the cause on the eve of Good Friday 
The Hungry Dinner Club is set up by a beautiful, young, capable lady architect from Taiwan/Sates. Its Honorary Committee Members comprises of a bunch of friends both local and foreign to Singapore.
Hungry Dinner Club details can be found on Facebook and it’s open to the public…but you have to be living in Singapore to join us. Happy searching!
I was at iLight Marina Bay light art festival.
According to its website, it was first held in 2010. But really, I have no recollection at all. It was the first time I’ve heard of and attended the event.
It was a nice attempt though I thought it could go wilder.
Light has always been something mysterious to mankind. We see it, but touch it not. It makes present more alluring yet it could take us on a journey through space and time. It is what the black hole soaks up. It is what time traveling hinges on.
Have more Star Wars effect, more participation from visitors, more myths, more science would be more fun.
The only presentation that left deeper impression on me are:
The Tabular Rasa students from LASALLE College of the Arts and School of the Arts (SOTA). It was a simple arrangement in the container that shows how light visually divide spaces, affecting how a space is perceived.
The actual installment was a lot more impressive compared to the photo. Using smoke (from dry ice probably?), the lights seeps through from the space in between partition, cuts through the air and gave a visually clear segregation of space.
The Gate, which makes me wonder if its creator, Li Hui from China Central Academy of Fine Arts, Beijing had his inspiration from the 1999 movie, Entrapment.
What you can’t find on the website of iLight was this:
At one of the stations, we were each given a coloured light stick, with which were to swing them in slow motion, forming a pattern we desire. The iLight crew will take a picture of us with the DSLR and email it to us.
With total lack of creativity, we decided to do draw circles and re-create our version of the Olympics logo. But it turned out not too bad right?
So I finally went on a date. A long 4-year hiatus from the dating scene after I broke up with my ex.
I now work in a French organization. It is like the United Nation, it is French but you won’t spot a single dominating nationality in the compound.
Second day at my new workplace, I was queueing up at the bar for coffee when I felt a pair of eyes staring at me. I stupidly thought that he was one of the staff. Eager to please my new ‘colleague’, I allowed him to chat me up.
The French man is bold, insisting to invite me out there after and quite relentlessly. I thought I would have cleverly escaped the awkward ordeal by choosing the Friday after, when he was flying back to Singapore in the evening only to depart again the following morning. I thought he would be too tired and drop his attempt.
But I was wrong. Frenchman is in sales and he personifies ‘tenacity’ (I later researched on Encyclopedia a la Google and found out that that’s the way Frenchmen are). He took up the challenge and agreed to the darnest timing and so I had to bite my tongue too and accepted the invitation.
So the date took place the Friday evening that just past.
I must say I’m out-of-practice and no longer used to the hot Latin lovers’ public display of affection. Never dated a French, I was also quite shieldless under the infamous French attack.
The French are well known to be lovers and now I know why. We met at the lobby of a top hotel by the waters. I was greeted by a nicely dressed and well perfumed gentleman with nice gift au chocolat. Our dinner took place at a 3-star Michelin French restaurant and we had a 3-hour long gourmet dinner over Champagne, which ended only at midnight. I tried not to imagine the bill after in case I suffered further indigestion.
That evening I was under the classic French attack no doubt – Champagne, French cuisine, many attempts to snuggle, caress, kiss and begging me to stay the night. I escaped like a good puritan eventually.
I was told he flew into Singapore again that evening only to have dinner with me, and that’s why he will fly out early the day after. If that was true, I’m he didn’t get his R.O.I. back there and then. There wasn’t any happy ending that night.
Frenchman will not be back in Singapore till September unless he decided to make exceptional trips, which I hope not. It was good to put my rusty dating skills to practice again but Frenchman really isn’t a great conversationalist and we knew little about each another at the end of the night. In a way I was relieved he tried to get physical, otherwise I wouldn’t know how to handle the many moments of silence besides getting busy countering his attempts to snuggle, hug and kiss.
The brain is the greatest aphrodisiac and I must say we shared little to induce that. Like my good girlfriend would say, “I am not sex-cited” at all at the end of the night.
I was happy to jump into the cab that took me home. Au revior Frenchman, merci beaucoup for the very expensive dinner date and hope I won’t see you again too soon!