Life is unfair... Get over it

I have yet to finished the book... I do hate myself for that. Sometimes when I am a little busy with my work and my mind is occupied with some other "things", I tend to struggle with my priority list.

Anyway, every Saturday morning, besides watching my favorite cartoons in the Disney channel, I am now looking forward to watching CNN. Don't play play can...

Every Saturday morning, if we in Asia are lucky enough, CNN international might broadcast Anderson Cooper 360. Well, since reading his book, I am a total fan of him. I think his job is cool. Able to go to remote places and see first hand how people live, how people earn a living and how people survive.

This morning, there was a special edition of Anderson Cooper 360, Killing Fields: Africa's Misery, The World's Shame. The show got me glued to the tv. I must be honest that not every word or scene stuck in my head but the reports were enough to make me think.

Today's episode focuses on Congo, one of Africa's richest countries with natural resources. Despite the enormous wealth of natural resources, the country is slammed into poverty no thanks to the endless wars and corruptions.

The one particular report that struck me was when hearing most of the Congo people were earning around USD0.20 per day. Bicycle is a luxury left alone a motorcycle or a kancel. The people would build their own transport, a bicycle but motorcycle look alike. The entire bicycle is made of wood, including the wheel. The kind of stuff you would only see in the Flintstones cartoon. Riding that bicycle but motorcycle look alike must be a challenge on a dirt and stony road.

There is this other scene, whereby a soldier was laying in a small bed in a small clinic. His hand was ripped apart by gun shots. Unfortunately the clinic was so poorly equipped that no pain killer was available. The soldier kept yelling "I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die". I think we might sue the doctor if he failed to provide us with any pain killer in situation like that… don’t we?

Frankly, I am not sure why I like to watch reports like that. I don't think it will change my life. As much as I hope to go over there and see myself the situation and maybe land a helping hand, I know it is just a wishful thinking. To give up my life here is just not possible and unthinkable. Don't ask me why, I don't know.

Maybe I should appreciate life better. The pay is low and the work is stressful, but I do have a job and I do earn enough to pay my rent. I do able to slot in some entertainment once in a while. I also owned a transportation that is comfortable and reliable enough to bring me anywhere I want...

Life is indeed biased. Life is indeed unfair. Get over it?

Anyway, after the show, I have a strong urge to get myself a camcorder. I want to record my life and the people around me. Maybe I won't be able to sell it to CNN or National Geography but it is something worth exploring...

Let me save up some money first…

We celebrate...

Yesterday was a rather special day. It was our office uncle's daughter full month day.

The office staff was invited to a dinner at Sg Buloh. A restaurant seems to be owned by our office uncle. Regardless what occasion, year end dinner, Chinese new year, or any "official" dinner, our office uncle would recommend that restaurant. (well, I still wonder despite being there so many times, some of the colleagues still got lost...)

Anyway, the baby was really cute. She looks like the mother, to our much relief... lol...

I drank a little too much though. I was pretty "wing" when leaving that place. I am sure I was loud and very vocal. I was so loud that office uncle said it was as if I was the one having the celebration… hehehe… but I enjoyed myself la...


May the baby grows up happily and healthy...

I saw Fred...

One of the many fun in bowling is to see how people bowl. The style of bowling is very unique and personal.

I am pretty self conscious when it comes to bowling style. It is just a thin fine line between awesome and weird bowling styles. When nothing is going on that day (meaning I play real sux) I would just try to improve on my bowling style. Try to imagine I am one of those national bowlers and mimic their style.

Yesterday, as me and my fitness girl went bowling, we had an interesting sight. I am not exaggerating. I am not kidding. The guy playing next to us... really played like a real life Fred Flintstones playing bowling... the only thing missing was the yelling of "yaba daba doo" part before each throw. He played really well too. Many strikes and many converted spares.

I really felt disappointed that I do not have a camcorder with me. It should be a great hit in youtube I reckon... lol...

I miss the game...

It is a game of speed and power. It is a game of concentration. It is a game of self-discipline. It is the game that I like, bowling.

I have not been playing bowling as regularly as I like. Besides being busy at work, I simply can't find kaki to go with me. Isn't that strange? I must say every time I go to bowling alley, I can see that place is packed with people. People mountain people sea can… but, out of that many people, how come I do not know any of them? Life is strange... isn't it?

Today, however, out of blue, my fitness girl colleague asked me to go bowl. Playing bowling can... how to reject... Anyway, we both played 4 games each. Boy, I was sux. My ball didn't curve as much as I like. My ball didn't hit the pocket as accurate as I like. My ball didn't hit the strikes as perfectly as I like. Instead, I got splits pins. I got air ball. I got endless brooklyn throws.

Sigh... playing like that how to meet my 300 target ler?

The Power of music

Music is a powerful thing. Besides being the universal language, it can be a very good stress reliever. When you and down and you are feeling all tense up, music help you to relax. Well, it actually depends on what kind of music you are listening to and that's pretty subjective.

Me and music go a long way. I first started playing the organ when I was 7 years old. Although my taste in music has since changed, music has been a great part of my life. Heck, I even did my final presentation for public speaking class on music during my college time. And I got an A for the class.

A song is as powerful as a photograph. Whenever I listen to a particular song, all the memories would come back to me. It is as though you are being sucked back in time.

Last Saturday, my pig fren dog fren and I went to K. That night, I did not select any of the Mayday songs (although I managed to sing one of their songs), which is out of ordinary for me. Instead, I picked some oldies. Songs that I have not listened to for some time.

Throughout the k session, I seemed to be flying back in time... back to my secondary school time, back to my university time, back to my early working time. When I was singing Y.M.C.A, I actually had a flash back of the time when I was maybe 5 or 6, making the YMCA moves in the small living room with my bro.

Time does fly...