Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Singapore's Fun Pack Song - we need to sing for a goodie bag
While you’re all fussing about a silly Fun Pack song, COE prices are going up, under your nose, and is reported on xinmsn news too – look near the bottom of other news listings…. Wakey wakey people ….
Just for a bit of fun, here are the lyrics to the Fun Pack Song. Feel free to re-write the lyrics. Lets see if you can do better than the lyricist himself.
I have tagged another blogger, below, who’s write up I thought was really good, please see it below too.
Yes, I’m being lazy but the fact is that so many people have blogged and commented that I really don’t need to say much. I leave you to read, decide and let me have your input.
Personally, I am just not surprised by this at all. Our Singapore songs have always been on the naff side and an insult to our intelligence, so need I say more.
"The Fun Pack Song (sung to the tune of Bad Romance)
Oh o o o o o o o o
Time for the fun pack song
Oh o o o o o o o o
We like the fun pack song
Let's start with the bag
That's right, grab your bag
It's the fun pack bag
Attack the fun pack
(REPEAT)
Hold up your flag, don't you forget
You can wave it if you feel like it
Let's wave the flag
Wave wave wave
Let's wave the flag
Take out your light stick, it's two of a kind
It's interactive, means you can join
Just pretend
Oh oh oh... It's a disco
(SPOKEN)
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want a wet, wet tissue
I want Newater and I want a cold drink
You and me, let's share a bit
I want a biscuit and I want a sweet
You and me, let's share this treat
Kopi-O o o o o o o o o
Time for the fun pack song
Kopi-O o o o o o o o o
We like the fun pack song
Let's start with the bag
That's right, grab your bag
It's the fun pack bag
Attack the fun pack
I want Newater and I want a cold drink
You and me, let's share a bit
I want a biscuit and I want a sweet
You and me, let's share this treat
Kopi-O o o o o o o o o
Time for the fun pack song
Kopi-O o o o o o o o o
We like the fun pack song
Let's start with the bag
That's right, grab your bag
It's the fun pack bag
Attack the fun pack!"
Read the Report on xinmsn news :
http://news.xin.msn.com/en/singapore/article_control.aspx?cp-documentid=5017088
http://news.xin.msn.com/en/singapore/article_control.aspx?cp-documentid=5016700
Comments from Blogger Anonymous X
http://anonymousxwrites.blogspot.com/2011/07/haresh-sharma-of-fun-pack-song-not.html
WEDNESDAY, JULY 06, 2011
Haresh Sharma. Yes, you must be wondering what kind of person he is. He must be a man without fear. Just awe at the audacity of 'modifying' Lady Gaga song, Bad Romance to suit the National Day Parade celebration this year with the monstrous piece called, "Fun Pack Song".
National Library Singapore has this info on Haresh Sharma:
Haresh Sharma is the Resident Playwright of The Necessary Stage, Singapore. A critically-acclaimed playwright, he has written more than 40 short and full-length plays that have been staged in Singapore as well as abroad like Berlin, Birmingham, and London. He is the winner of the Singapore Literature Prize in 1993 for Still Building. In 1997, he was conferred the Young Artist Award by the National Arts Council for his literary contribution.
Career as a full-time writer
Upon graduation from NUS in 1990, Sharma began his tenure as Resident Playwright of TNS, a position he still holds till today. He was also the first full-time staff of the theatre company. On average, he writes three to four plays a year for TNS' main season of plays. This is excluding plays he writes for TNS' youth festivals and school programmes.
Sharma's plays have been critically acclaimed. In 1993, he was conferred the Singapore Literature Prize (Merit) for his play, Still Building. The published collection of the same title also won him a National Book Development Council of Singapore (NBDCS) Book Prize (Commendation) in 1996. Still Building was chosen to represent Singapore at the 1992 Cairo International Festival of Experimental Theatre and in Glasgow, Scotland for Mayfest 1994. It was also staged in London's Albany Theatre that year.
Sharma has been presented fellowships and grants by the British Council, the United States Information Service and Asia-Europe Foundation. In 1994, he won a Shell/National Arts Council Scholarship to pursue Master of Arts (Playwriting) at the University of Birmingham. Returning in Singapore in 1995, he continued his residency at TNS. Sharma received the NAC Young Artist Award for theatre in 1997.
Sharma also plays an active role in sharing his playwriting experience and talents with young artists. He has written plays for school assemblies, participated in mentor schemes, run theatre workshops and tutors in the Theatre Studies Department at the National University of Singapore. He has received commissions to write plays. For instance, the Ministry of Health commissioned the play Off Centre, a play he wrote about mental illness, and Revelations was commissioned by the NAC. In addition, his plays have been studied locally and internationally, for instance at McMaster University, Ontario, Canada. In 2006, in an effort to introduce more local literature into the GCE O-level literature syllabus, the Ministry of Education selected Off Centre as an O-level literature text - the first Singaporean play to become an O-level text.
Apart from writing, Sharma is also an adjunct tutor for the Theatre Studies course at the National University of Singapore.
Impressive, really! Which even makes it incredible how he allowed the Fun Pack Song to be part of the parade, yes?
Introducing the daredevil, Haresh Sharma (the clip is of that from last year Singapore Arts Festival):
Oh, PS, There is one consolation, the official NDP song is a little more decent and bearable, check it out at the official NDP site :
http://www.ndp.org.sg/#/landing
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
One of those days
My eyes were wide open, as I sat opposite my client, body erect and stiff. I looked like I was listening intently, which pleased my client no end. I always aim to make an impression. Pay attention, its the best way to show your respect to your client.
Bless her, she talked some more, and more, and more ... and patiently, I sat. I nodded accommodatingly, and smiled appropriately, my timing impeccable.
Every so often, I would add a little "yes" followed by a jerky nod. My body facing her and my eyes focussed on her forehead. Yes, yes, so appropriate. I can be good at body language. My back was stiff from being so straight and arched. My feet neatly and elegantly crossed at the ankles.
Perhaps pressed together a little too tightly.
My lovely client pressed on, telling me in detail what her company requirements are and how we have to follow their schedule. And so I keep nodding, smiling and saying the right thing periodically "of course", "we do our best". Rehearsed words that people who deal with people use daily, with affirmation and conviction. It is our job to be convincing.
Its been an agonising 45 mins now and the conversation, has taken a different trail. She's now talking about her children. How did we get there... I dont know myself, the conversation just got naturally deviated, and that's ok too. In any other circumstance, I would not have minded at all, but not today. My eyes were really wide by this time, and she told me that I had really big eyes, I smiled weakly at her and thanked her ...
Eventually, after 57 1/2 minutes, we said our goodbyes, with me promising something and her promising another.
Calmly, and in a professional manner I walked out of the office, one assured purposeful step at a time. By now, I am immensely worried that I might not get a taxi quickly.
As I got out of the lift, I walked with the biggest longest strides, even a professional 6ft tall long distance walker would not have been able to beat me, to the taxi stand. Suddenly, I became quite holy as I saw a taxi waiting in the rank ..."Thank you God!! I believe!!!" heaving a sigh .
Then the taxi driver started to ramble, oh lord (getting holy again), this time however, I didnt need to pay attention, well, couldnt actually, my mind wandered and I began to sweat. The air conditioning in the taxi was on, but I was sweating, I guess that's a good thing considering...
We were 5 minutes away from home, and I already had my money ready for the driver, and paid him even before he managed to stop. Nearly threw the money at him as I hurried out of his taxi, poor guy. I shouted back "keep the change". He must have thought I was a nutter, there was only 10 cents change....
I ran up the stairs faster than the HULK with his hair on fire, and hurled myself down on the toilet in one fleeting move ... just in time, phew ... have you ever held your urge to pee for over an hour???
Its not funny ... now I have to figure out what my meeting was all about ... as you may well have guessed, I wasnt paying attention.... sigh...
Bless her, she talked some more, and more, and more ... and patiently, I sat. I nodded accommodatingly, and smiled appropriately, my timing impeccable.
Every so often, I would add a little "yes" followed by a jerky nod. My body facing her and my eyes focussed on her forehead. Yes, yes, so appropriate. I can be good at body language. My back was stiff from being so straight and arched. My feet neatly and elegantly crossed at the ankles.
Perhaps pressed together a little too tightly.
My lovely client pressed on, telling me in detail what her company requirements are and how we have to follow their schedule. And so I keep nodding, smiling and saying the right thing periodically "of course", "we do our best". Rehearsed words that people who deal with people use daily, with affirmation and conviction. It is our job to be convincing.
Its been an agonising 45 mins now and the conversation, has taken a different trail. She's now talking about her children. How did we get there... I dont know myself, the conversation just got naturally deviated, and that's ok too. In any other circumstance, I would not have minded at all, but not today. My eyes were really wide by this time, and she told me that I had really big eyes, I smiled weakly at her and thanked her ...
Eventually, after 57 1/2 minutes, we said our goodbyes, with me promising something and her promising another.
Calmly, and in a professional manner I walked out of the office, one assured purposeful step at a time. By now, I am immensely worried that I might not get a taxi quickly.
As I got out of the lift, I walked with the biggest longest strides, even a professional 6ft tall long distance walker would not have been able to beat me, to the taxi stand. Suddenly, I became quite holy as I saw a taxi waiting in the rank ..."Thank you God!! I believe!!!" heaving a sigh .
Then the taxi driver started to ramble, oh lord (getting holy again), this time however, I didnt need to pay attention, well, couldnt actually, my mind wandered and I began to sweat. The air conditioning in the taxi was on, but I was sweating, I guess that's a good thing considering...
We were 5 minutes away from home, and I already had my money ready for the driver, and paid him even before he managed to stop. Nearly threw the money at him as I hurried out of his taxi, poor guy. I shouted back "keep the change". He must have thought I was a nutter, there was only 10 cents change....
I ran up the stairs faster than the HULK with his hair on fire, and hurled myself down on the toilet in one fleeting move ... just in time, phew ... have you ever held your urge to pee for over an hour???
Its not funny ... now I have to figure out what my meeting was all about ... as you may well have guessed, I wasnt paying attention.... sigh...
Are you hearing me or listening to me??? What??
Listening describes an intentional activity. When you are listening, you are actively trying to hear something.
In contrast, hearing is something that happens without any intentional effort. You can hear something even when you don't want to hear it and don't try to hear it.
Hearing a function of the physical and listening a function of the mind.
Many a time, we hear but dont listen. We hear sounds being emitted from someone's mouth and we think we know what they are saying, but we really listened to what the other person said, why was there a miscommunication? Why did we misunderstand?
Or did we misunderstand? and we are reacting because we really listened and didnt like what we heard. The utterer of the words, just assumed that as usual no one really pays attention, and relieved himself of his feelings, hoping to cause an effect to the listener.
Have I managed to confuse you?
I didnt mean to cause confusion, just to get you to listen ;-)
Have you noticed that many a time, people response to each in non coherent ways - to find examples, check out social networks on the internet. It may be to do with the fact that many different races, speakers are all trying to communicate to each other in one language medium; and some people dont have a good grasp of that language. It can be quite amusing to see what people are saying to each other and how they response to each other. On many occassions I had to laugh to myself, it was that funny. What is remarkable however, is the patience and forgiving nature of the co-respondent. People make allowances for each other and politely respond, even if they are confused by the less able speaker.
People are wonderful on the whole and very generous dont you think.
However, there are instances, when emotion gets in the way and then listening takes a different path. When we are emotionally wound up about something and we discuss it with someone, we usually dont hear their words, let alone listen properly. We usually are governed by our own feelings and we only hear what we want to hear. During such times, we do not listen. It is a shame, for thats' how create more hurt for ourselves and for others.
On the other hand, why is it that we sometimes, chose to listen to negativity. Are we masochistic in a small way? When the biatch or ape said that we look fat, why did we chose to listen, when it was obviously malicious. Why did we hurt? Or correctly, why did we allow such vile words hurt us? Perhaps they had touched a weak spot. And we all certainly have that weak spot dont we.
But we mustnt let words injure our soul ... they are only words, utterances of different pitch and tone, coming out of another human. That's all.
The human is a wonderous being, with weaknesses and strengths, lets build on our strengths and not let our weakness rule.
Do Be aware of what the utterer is saying ... they may just be malicious or they may an ulterior motive but dont misconstrue the words of the well intentioned souls who mean you no harm. Listen carefully, dont just hear, with listening, you may learn to differentiate the good and well meaning from the harmful and nasty.
The choice to listen is always ours, no one else's. Listening is a strength, use it wisely, but use it.
Another time, we will talk about choice of words, if you want to read it that is ;-)
How to know when your man is not in love with you
Some gals just dont know when its time to dump the man or maybe they're afraid to be on their own. Whatever, here are some signs to help you decide if he's the right man for you or not.
Bear in mind, that I am not a glutton for punishment and that I am lazy and appreciate a man who appreciates me. Also that I am bossy when it comes to men... its in my genes, and I cant help that.
Thus, this is a personal opinion, and you should take it as such.
1. When he takes you out on a date, and brings his guy friends with him too. So the night ends up with total guy talk and rude insinuations, and lots of gutter language, while you sit around in a corner, smiling like the sweet muppet that you are.... dump the man!
2. When he calls you once a month and thinks that's too obsessive.... errrr.... really and you think that's ok ... girl you need help.
3. When he sends you dirty jokes and thinks you'll appreciate them.... are you one of the guys??
4. When he thinks, you should work for a living, never mind, that you want to work anyway; its the fact that he insists that you work that's wrong.
5. When he thinks that a woman's place is in the home - 24/7/365 - errr.... doing what at home exactly???
6. When he praisses you everytime you cook but doesnt bother to help with the washing up. Worse still is when he doesnt praise your cooking but expects you to do the cooking on a daily basis.... that's my pet hate!!
7. When he thinks maids are a waste of money and that you both can do without one and then lets you do all the cooking, washing, cleaning ... etc... girl, you have just been demoted to maid!!
8. When he likes going dutch because he says that he likes women to feel independent ... so you are going out with him why?????
9. When he tells you to go out to buy more make up and perfume! Errrr.... confusing message that one ... is he trying to tell you that you look better with make up or that you're ugly without make up??? And what's that with the perfume, most men, buy you perfume as a gift (though they cant choose the right one), it spells danger if he asks you to go out and get your own - check your b/o please ... talk to a bff ok
10. When he has to go out every weekend clubbing because he says he has to network but wont take you with him ... girl, what do you think he's up to ?
11. When he takes alot of photos of himself and hardly any of you... methinks he's in love with himself
12. When he buys things for himself and never buys you anything, no even a telephone top up card ... gosh he really has you on his mind huh...
13. When he goes on holidays on his own or with friends and hardly ever goes with you, except when you moan and scream at him, and then it takes him months to find a cheap enough holiday package ... mmmmmmm
14. When you cant remember the last time he bought you a little something for no reason what so ever ... keep thinking ... when??
15. When a man is afraid of his mom or loves his mom too much ... hello lady, you will be the third lamp post ... get out quick
16. When on a date together, you're both too busy texting on your handphones to other people, and havent said much to each in the last hour... and you thought that was sharing ... I think that spells : N O T H I N G I N C O M M O N
17. When holding hands in public is "embarrassing" ... ok mama, take your hand outta that relationship and find a guy who truly is proud to be seen with you.
18. When you suggest going for a stroll, he starts to moan and says he'd rather go out to the kopitiam or the pub and that you should join him ... message here is: he does not want alone time with you.
19. When you talk about marriage, he says he's too young, you're too young, he wants to have enough money first, he needs job security, he's not ready, children scare him, he likes being a bachelor, his mama says he's not ready, his friends think he's not ready ... the list goes on and on and on ... stop pestering the man and go out in the market and find another fish will you then see if he can handle that ;-)
20. When he talks about marriage, you have panic attacks and start to perspire; you cant imagine being old with him, you wonder if you're missing out on life, you want to change the subject, you cant imagine having his children, you think that he would be domineering and you would lose control of your life ... ahhhhaaa, you have doubts too ... then dont rush in to marriage, just play a wait and see game with him. If he waits then he's not so bad but if he cant then arent you better off anyway. ;-)
Bear in mind, that I am not a glutton for punishment and that I am lazy and appreciate a man who appreciates me. Also that I am bossy when it comes to men... its in my genes, and I cant help that.
Thus, this is a personal opinion, and you should take it as such.
1. When he takes you out on a date, and brings his guy friends with him too. So the night ends up with total guy talk and rude insinuations, and lots of gutter language, while you sit around in a corner, smiling like the sweet muppet that you are.... dump the man!
2. When he calls you once a month and thinks that's too obsessive.... errrr.... really and you think that's ok ... girl you need help.
3. When he sends you dirty jokes and thinks you'll appreciate them.... are you one of the guys??
4. When he thinks, you should work for a living, never mind, that you want to work anyway; its the fact that he insists that you work that's wrong.
5. When he thinks that a woman's place is in the home - 24/7/365 - errr.... doing what at home exactly???
6. When he praisses you everytime you cook but doesnt bother to help with the washing up. Worse still is when he doesnt praise your cooking but expects you to do the cooking on a daily basis.... that's my pet hate!!
7. When he thinks maids are a waste of money and that you both can do without one and then lets you do all the cooking, washing, cleaning ... etc... girl, you have just been demoted to maid!!
8. When he likes going dutch because he says that he likes women to feel independent ... so you are going out with him why?????
9. When he tells you to go out to buy more make up and perfume! Errrr.... confusing message that one ... is he trying to tell you that you look better with make up or that you're ugly without make up??? And what's that with the perfume, most men, buy you perfume as a gift (though they cant choose the right one), it spells danger if he asks you to go out and get your own - check your b/o please ... talk to a bff ok
10. When he has to go out every weekend clubbing because he says he has to network but wont take you with him ... girl, what do you think he's up to ?
11. When he takes alot of photos of himself and hardly any of you... methinks he's in love with himself
12. When he buys things for himself and never buys you anything, no even a telephone top up card ... gosh he really has you on his mind huh...
13. When he goes on holidays on his own or with friends and hardly ever goes with you, except when you moan and scream at him, and then it takes him months to find a cheap enough holiday package ... mmmmmmm
14. When you cant remember the last time he bought you a little something for no reason what so ever ... keep thinking ... when??
15. When a man is afraid of his mom or loves his mom too much ... hello lady, you will be the third lamp post ... get out quick
16. When on a date together, you're both too busy texting on your handphones to other people, and havent said much to each in the last hour... and you thought that was sharing ... I think that spells : N O T H I N G I N C O M M O N
17. When holding hands in public is "embarrassing" ... ok mama, take your hand outta that relationship and find a guy who truly is proud to be seen with you.
18. When you suggest going for a stroll, he starts to moan and says he'd rather go out to the kopitiam or the pub and that you should join him ... message here is: he does not want alone time with you.
19. When you talk about marriage, he says he's too young, you're too young, he wants to have enough money first, he needs job security, he's not ready, children scare him, he likes being a bachelor, his mama says he's not ready, his friends think he's not ready ... the list goes on and on and on ... stop pestering the man and go out in the market and find another fish will you then see if he can handle that ;-)
20. When he talks about marriage, you have panic attacks and start to perspire; you cant imagine being old with him, you wonder if you're missing out on life, you want to change the subject, you cant imagine having his children, you think that he would be domineering and you would lose control of your life ... ahhhhaaa, you have doubts too ... then dont rush in to marriage, just play a wait and see game with him. If he waits then he's not so bad but if he cant then arent you better off anyway. ;-)
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
How do you know when he loves you
Everyone woman I know on this planet wants to know this.
Let me be your guru, and show you how to read the signs.
1. When you're ill > he brings you to the doctor or goes gets you medicine from the pharmacist, or the traditional chinese medicine practitioner, or the bomoh, or the witch doctor - risking suspicious looks from the practitioner when he asks for something for period pains.
2. When you're feeling low > he listens to you moaning and behaving like a spoilt brat then goes out and buys you a chocolate bar and a smoothie shake because it's your favourite thing. Never mind, if you fancied a muffin with double cream latte, accept that he was at least thinking of you and wanted to please you.
3. When you just want to go out without him > he gives you and your bffs a lift and picks all of you at the end of the night... marry him if he waits in the carpark all night
4. When he lets you have lie in all day, keeps the curtains shut, and switches off the phone and then asks if you're rested when you finally get up at noon... > no, he didnt know you had an appointment in the morning, he really was wanting you to rest. Forgive him ... he is only a man.
5. When you're stressed out at work, and confide him about your clients, he listens intently all the while. But then when he meets your client, he gives him/her a dirty look and is almost rude to them. Never mind that, he is only acting in your interest. Who asked you to tell him so much.
6. When its your non-birthday, he takes you out somewhere special for no reason, except to be with you. Never mind, that he did not warn you and now you have to cancel your appointment with your friend to go to that concert that you'd been telling him about for the last 6 months. He means well.
7. He calls you every hour on the hour - to see if you're ok - he really does want to know if you're ok. ... Yes, its obsessive but isnt it better than a guy who doesnt call you at all.
8. He sends you hugs and kisses on FB all the time and makes remarks on your status, even though he's just sat next to you.... everyone go: aaahhhhhhhh
9. When you dont have any make up on, he still looks at you lovingly and says that you're gorgeous... and you thought he was mad.
10. When you argue, and you're in the wrong, and he still comes back and hugs you anyway. He's just made you queen ;-) appreciate that he loves you girl
11. When he sits through a chic flick, which he absolutely abhors, but he's happy to do so because it means he can share it with you. Yup yup, he's in love ;-)
12. When after many years of marriage or dating, he still goes shopping with you, even though he hates shopping... thank your lucky stars
13. When you're older with skin not so supple, and hair not so lush, and he is still proud to hold your hand in public; hey, he really really does love you
14. When you're making a donkey of yourself at a party, because you've had one too many vodkas, he still thinks you're funny, laughs at your jokes and then takes you home. That's husband material, dont let go ;-)
15. When you gain afew pounds, about 2 sizes bigger, and he makes an out of the blue comment like, you look good from the back you know .... he's here for life ;-)
16. When you should be exercising but feel lazy and he comes back with a comment like: "are you ill babe? or you just dont feel motivated?" .... he's a lover honey
17. When you go out on your own with your girlies, and dont back till 3am, all tipsy and lovely, he still wants to make love to you ... then mama, why not ... you know he's besotted, even if you smell of cigarettes and whiskey.
18. When you spent all your salary on that designer bag and now dont have a penny even to take you to work, yet he still gives you money to tide you over till the end of the month and doesnt ask you for it back ... oh ya , that's one good man and yes, if you didnt know, that does show he cares.
19. If he puts up with your family, cultural differences and even your senile aunt and crazy mates, and doesnt complain ... come on then what do you think? Elementary conclusion here ladies
20. Finally, if he tells you that he would like to watch his favourite sport on telly over the weekend, he's really asking for permission and your blessing... girl he isnt taking you for granted ... get it... now go get him.
Now, arent the signs that he loves you obvious. See, its easy ;-) You know he loves you, what are you going to do about it ;-)
Let me be your guru, and show you how to read the signs.
1. When you're ill > he brings you to the doctor or goes gets you medicine from the pharmacist, or the traditional chinese medicine practitioner, or the bomoh, or the witch doctor - risking suspicious looks from the practitioner when he asks for something for period pains.
2. When you're feeling low > he listens to you moaning and behaving like a spoilt brat then goes out and buys you a chocolate bar and a smoothie shake because it's your favourite thing. Never mind, if you fancied a muffin with double cream latte, accept that he was at least thinking of you and wanted to please you.
3. When you just want to go out without him > he gives you and your bffs a lift and picks all of you at the end of the night... marry him if he waits in the carpark all night
4. When he lets you have lie in all day, keeps the curtains shut, and switches off the phone and then asks if you're rested when you finally get up at noon... > no, he didnt know you had an appointment in the morning, he really was wanting you to rest. Forgive him ... he is only a man.
5. When you're stressed out at work, and confide him about your clients, he listens intently all the while. But then when he meets your client, he gives him/her a dirty look and is almost rude to them. Never mind that, he is only acting in your interest. Who asked you to tell him so much.
6. When its your non-birthday, he takes you out somewhere special for no reason, except to be with you. Never mind, that he did not warn you and now you have to cancel your appointment with your friend to go to that concert that you'd been telling him about for the last 6 months. He means well.
7. He calls you every hour on the hour - to see if you're ok - he really does want to know if you're ok. ... Yes, its obsessive but isnt it better than a guy who doesnt call you at all.
8. He sends you hugs and kisses on FB all the time and makes remarks on your status, even though he's just sat next to you.... everyone go: aaahhhhhhhh
9. When you dont have any make up on, he still looks at you lovingly and says that you're gorgeous... and you thought he was mad.
10. When you argue, and you're in the wrong, and he still comes back and hugs you anyway. He's just made you queen ;-) appreciate that he loves you girl
11. When he sits through a chic flick, which he absolutely abhors, but he's happy to do so because it means he can share it with you. Yup yup, he's in love ;-)
12. When after many years of marriage or dating, he still goes shopping with you, even though he hates shopping... thank your lucky stars
13. When you're older with skin not so supple, and hair not so lush, and he is still proud to hold your hand in public; hey, he really really does love you
14. When you're making a donkey of yourself at a party, because you've had one too many vodkas, he still thinks you're funny, laughs at your jokes and then takes you home. That's husband material, dont let go ;-)
15. When you gain afew pounds, about 2 sizes bigger, and he makes an out of the blue comment like, you look good from the back you know .... he's here for life ;-)
16. When you should be exercising but feel lazy and he comes back with a comment like: "are you ill babe? or you just dont feel motivated?" .... he's a lover honey
17. When you go out on your own with your girlies, and dont back till 3am, all tipsy and lovely, he still wants to make love to you ... then mama, why not ... you know he's besotted, even if you smell of cigarettes and whiskey.
18. When you spent all your salary on that designer bag and now dont have a penny even to take you to work, yet he still gives you money to tide you over till the end of the month and doesnt ask you for it back ... oh ya , that's one good man and yes, if you didnt know, that does show he cares.
19. If he puts up with your family, cultural differences and even your senile aunt and crazy mates, and doesnt complain ... come on then what do you think? Elementary conclusion here ladies
20. Finally, if he tells you that he would like to watch his favourite sport on telly over the weekend, he's really asking for permission and your blessing... girl he isnt taking you for granted ... get it... now go get him.
Now, arent the signs that he loves you obvious. See, its easy ;-) You know he loves you, what are you going to do about it ;-)
Materialistic
All that you want in life is the simple pleasures but to get that buddy, you will simply need to succumb to pressure. You know the usual sayings, nothing comes easy, life is hard, hard work pays off, etc... etc... All these are enough to put you off for sure. Why cant things be a little tedious?, less stressful, less ominous? why ? oh why?
- Because the sky's so high and you may not get married in July
- Because life's like that
- Because Matrix does not exist and you're stuck in this rut
- Because no one knows the real answer
- Because that's why!!
Sometimes, you lay back and think... I want to be a millionaire ... why?
- Because you want Manolos, Jimmy Choos, and Versacci
- Because you want a Porche, BMW and a Merc
- Because you want a Villa in Spain and a duplex in Vegas
- Because you want a maid, a chauffeur and a personal trainer
- Because you think you know that all this will make you happy
- Because you know you want people to look to you and treat you well
- Because the world you were born into tell you this is how to think
And then, sanity hits you smack in the heart, and you realise, that you are not alone in this world and that you should be doing more to help others ... but frankly you dont know how to do that either. You dont know how to make yourself a millionaire and you dont know how to benefit society. Here comes the depression. So what to do???
Your problem is huge. But at least you are now aware. This is your awakening. Now you know who you are , what is what ... and that my friend is a start. Now you learn. Now you are born.
It's not just about possession, or giving to the needy... no not at all. It's about YOU! Learning to understand YOU. When you know what you are, who you are and what you really want to do in life. Then you are at the start, a new beginning of your good life - your path to happiness.
It is only when you are aware, that you can be happy. And when you are truly happy, you become, naturally truly lucky ... that's the secret.
Do not measure, your happiness in dollars and cents, measure it in smiles and laughter. You will be surprised, pleasantly surprised.
You are special, know that, love that. And you are loved. And that should be enough for you and me.
;-)
Have a great life
- Because the sky's so high and you may not get married in July
- Because life's like that
- Because no one knows the real answer
- Because that's why!!
Sometimes, you lay back and think... I want to be a millionaire ... why?
- Because you want Manolos, Jimmy Choos, and Versacci
- Because you want a Porche, BMW and a Merc
- Because you want a Villa in Spain and a duplex in Vegas
- Because you want a maid, a chauffeur and a personal trainer
- Because you think you know that all this will make you happy
- Because you know you want people to look to you and treat you well
- Because the world you were born into tell you this is how to think
And then, sanity hits you smack in the heart, and you realise, that you are not alone in this world and that you should be doing more to help others ... but frankly you dont know how to do that either. You dont know how to make yourself a millionaire and you dont know how to benefit society. Here comes the depression. So what to do???
Your problem is huge. But at least you are now aware. This is your awakening. Now you know who you are , what is what ... and that my friend is a start. Now you learn. Now you are born.
It's not just about possession, or giving to the needy... no not at all. It's about YOU! Learning to understand YOU. When you know what you are, who you are and what you really want to do in life. Then you are at the start, a new beginning of your good life - your path to happiness.
It is only when you are aware, that you can be happy. And when you are truly happy, you become, naturally truly lucky ... that's the secret.
Do not measure, your happiness in dollars and cents, measure it in smiles and laughter. You will be surprised, pleasantly surprised.
You are special, know that, love that. And you are loved. And that should be enough for you and me.
;-)
Have a great life
Sunday, May 29, 2011
What keeps me smiling ;-)
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Kristen Danielle Thanks Mrs Amal. Most of it came from the knowledge you gave to me during FMS. Though i haven't master the art, but at least you taught me the important bits of it. Thank you for being a great teacher and an inspiration. :)about an hour ago ·
Saturday, April 23, 2011
What's Left? at Fifty?
SATURDAY, MARCH 14, 2009
what's left? at Fifty?
You think you've done the right thing all these years for you, for him, for your children. Taking care to make him look in the eyes of his children. Ensuring he does the right thing by his kids. You want your child to have the love of a father, you want him to be close to his off spring. So build on their relationship, because you love them both. And you don't know what the future holds, if something happens to me, at least my child will have her/his dad. Afteral, the future is uncertain.
So you work it. Keep them together, knitting them close, nurturing all the time.
Then one day, you wake up to find you're old. You have reached that first marker of old age, the big 50. And suddenly, everything seems just that little bit different, you actually saw it coming a few years earlier, but you refused to attention it, you thought of it as minor and that it will not be an issue, afteral you spent years of your life on this marriage. No one is going to throw your efforts out so carelessly.
Are they? The doubts gently niggle at you, eating away at your self-esteem, at your abilities, at your faith in the one you love.
These doubts make you look in the mirror more often, making you examine your body more, making you question your whole life and the way you chose to live it.
Have you made a mistake? have you misjudged? Have you been too trusting? Have you been too reliant on that one certain person more than you should have?
You begin to fear for yourself. It is a genuine fear. It scares you right to the pit of your stomach. Questioning your decisions, your moves, questioning, thinking, constantly confusing yourself more and more. You find it harder to breathe with all this self-doubt, your head hurts so much and it gets worst everyday.
All this happening that is in your mind, all the time, all by yourself. You become more observant of what is going on around you, particularly observing him, how he's treating you, how he is with you as against his behaviour with other people. And you start to worry even more because what you see is ugly.
As the days go by, one at a time, you begin to feel less and less attractive. And you don't even want to feel attractive anymore. Do I want to look good for me or for him? Questions, questions, questions.
You try to spend time, building up your own ego, to make yourself feel better, afterall, you have read everything there is on positive thinking, the power of thoughts and the magic of the mind. of course you can make yourself feel good about yourself, and you certainly don't need anyone else to make you feel good about yourself. Fight fight fight. Fight with yourself.
The illusion of growing old together happily, has now melted, like dirty, day old snow, cowering, black and grungy on the lower crease of the lane, hiding by the curb. That's growing old together. it's not what you had in mind, but that's what it has become. Luke warm, full of dirty contempt, soiled from the dirt collected over the years as you moved to one side of the lane, to allow fresh snow to fall.
You always thought yours was a more solid relationship based on love, respect and good healthy egos. Reality is that the sun is hiding behind the clouds, but you always pretended it was sunny just because it wasn't raining. And you had to wait to lose some years to realise this.
It's not sad, it's laughable. its hysterical. How do I prepare my child for this awakening that comes to us at some point in our lives. Then I think, that maybe her reality will not be the same as mine, after all, she is a different person.
She does not suffer self-delusion that her parents suffer from.
Could I have done things differently? Could I have been a better person? Could I have managed my life better? Could I? or Was it you? Maybe it isn't always me! But maybe its my fault, after all, I said yes to you.
Is this my lot in life? Is this my faith? Am I, was I so desperate, so afraid of being alone?
Now, I look at my unmarried and divorced friends, and think of them as being lucky. No more do I feel sorry for them. They respect themselves and love themselves better than I do. They chose to do something about their lives. Well done ladies.
Here I stand; I'm 50, I am angry, not content, not at peace, just angry. Plain and simple anger, it doesn't rage like a storm inside me, no more, it's not passionate. The anger I feel is tediously muddy and sluggish, like me, swirling in slow motion, getting murkier, getting more dense with time. I can't release it out anymore. It can no longer be dispelled as in the past, it is no longer that a hot fiery dusty tornado churning in me. The raging tornado can't be expelled in a wild outblast from my lips anymore. Time has caused it to transform. And that actually frightens me. When did this happen? Shouting off my mouth has become such an effort. Instead, my new weapon of choice is Silence. Silently, accounting it all in my heart. I have become a fastidious accountant, careful and recording every minute detail, so as in the event of auditing, little is left to chance and everything can be explained. To what end, I don't know. All I know is that It is easier than releasing the tornado within, less destruction, less effort.
No passion.
Turning 50, makes you physically and emotionally tired. Fifty is the time, to release the unworkable elements in your life, time to spring clean, to get rid of that which you have no use for any more. To give away those elements that don't work, never have worked, but which you hung on to, for sentimental reasons, or didn't have the heart to throw out in the past. Getting to fifty, makes you wonder, why you did certain things the way you did. Optimism, is not as energised at fifty as when you were thirty or forty. Its not that you are no longer optimistic, its just that your optimism is more grounded and leveled. Your optimism is no longer marked with confetti and pyrotechnics. There is no festive blast at the end of it.
I have done a review of my first year of being in my fifties and now I have decided to spring clean and live in peace, to live for me. He can take his dirty laundry, his bottle of cheap scotch, and his bags out and find his own peace. My life is going to be for me now. Henceforth, I plan to value me above all others.
My old age ideal is : To sit under the shade of a lush tree, eating a juicy plum, and not worry that it has dribbled down my hands, my chin and stained my top. To smile at the hot gleaming sun as it burns my dry wrinkled skin. To read my poetry in the quiet of evening. To play my loud rock music till my head hurts. To dance like a silly old hag and laugh at myself in the mirror. To have a drink with friends and not care that I don't get up in the morning. To work for 24 hours a day if I so wish, because I feel inspired. To turn down the television volume so as I can think. To sleep the sleep of the dead and not worry about you waking in the night. To lay in my bed all day and not feel a pang of guilt. To eat what I want. To watch my ridiculous tv programmes and relish every moment. To go shopping and not be rushed. To go for a walk, alone. To play on the computer for hours on end, and not feel that I have neglected you. To do things in my own time, not be rushed around like a headless chicken. To appreciate what I want to appreciate at anytime and love it. To sit at a coffee shop drinking coffee for hours on end if I want to. To go window shopping, just because I want to, for no reason what so ever. To Not worry if you would like doing what I want to do. To pay someone else for doing those jobs that you pooh pahhed and postponed. To not worry that you are bored and to have to think of something for you to do. To worry that you are feeling 'useless' and have to come up with ways to make you feel better about yourself. To not listen to your self pitying claims when you're drunk, that make me feel guilty. To stop you from making me so guilty about you and your life. I don,t want the burden of you anymore. I need to stop feeling bad about you not having a job; afterall, it was your choice not to work, to go into semi retirement. I don't want to be the bread winner in this family; a breadwinner who is not respected or appreciated at all.
I want to sing off key, so loudly to my favourite songs and not have you tell me to stop, or to look at me funny.
Ahhhh, I should have never married.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Poetry
Who reads poetry nowadays? Who cares about it?
It's only people like me who write the stuff and on occassion read it ... my own I mean. I rather read other people's writings than my own. Once I've spewed all the verbatim on the screen, that's it, I'm done. A little like when you've gone to the toilet ... flush, wash your hands and get out. Relief. Yup, poetry for me is like that. There is always this strong urge to regurgitate. It's the only release I have to be rid of my feelings.
Then only can I move on to something else.
I tried to sing when I was younger, realised, I was blessed with a low pitch voice that could not stretch to anywhere... and how upset I was that I could not sound like David Cassidy or as melodically moody as Carol king. I tried to sing but people inevitably asked me to just hum... hum... hum... even when I was 9 and sat in the makeshift tree house, with my friends; my then "boyfriend" told me I was no nightingale.
And then there was a lovely handsome guy heart throb who told me, "you're cute but you haven't got a voice", my mouth shut and my heart fell on hearing him utter such harsh criticism.
Not long after, my mother, in a moment of inspiration perhaps, decided to buy us musical instruments. Ukuleles, all three of us, myself and two siblings, got a ukulele each. What possessed anyone to buy such an instrument for children less than 10 years of age. We were not given lessons, just ukuleles. You can well imagine, a 10 year old, an eight year old and a seven year old, playing completely out of tune on the miniature "guitars".
Yes, we thought we could use them like Carlos Santana or even Jimi Hendrix.
No, the ukuleles did not last long, before the strings broke, in fact, the whole instrument got smashed in wild moments mimicking Jimi Hendrix.
Oh, We did have our mellow moments, when we tried to "play" melodic "Japanese" tunes. And then only to have both the gardener and driver bang away at our bedroom window, asking us not too politely, to stop the racket.
It got worse, when I decided to "sing" like a "Japanese" opera singer, my grandmother scolded my mother for encouraging the children to be disruptive (the word she used was : nuisance).
"Children should not be heard, not like that!!" grandmother scolded, "Send your children to bed for goodness sake," and this was at 4 pm in the afternoon. Yes, grandma, we got the hint.
It was then that I had a revelation, if I can't sing, not in English or even Japanese opera, then perhaps I ought to try writing song lyrics. Aha!! What a eureka moment that was for me.... yee haaaa
But sadly, I couldn't put any tunes to the words I came up with, or rather I couldn't get any more than one bar. So, I gave up soon after. And what do you think was left? Can't sing, can't write lyrics, now what??
I love words but too lazy to write stories. Starting was always easy but the carrying on was a hazard to the story, I would bore myself silly after a while and just didn't bother.
I sighed alot then. Loved words but how do I create with words, what can I create with words.
Till one Saturday afternoon, I was invited to "poetry club" at primary school.... what fun that was. I could write, short lines (I like short!) and all I needed to do was to make them rhyme and add some rhythm... hey, I can do that. And I didn't need to put a tune to it. At last, a release for my words. There begins my adventure into the literary world of poetry.
In conclusion, I'm a frustrated singer/song writer, who had to resort to poetry to give relief to her emotional diarrhea.
;-)
It's only people like me who write the stuff and on occassion read it ... my own I mean. I rather read other people's writings than my own. Once I've spewed all the verbatim on the screen, that's it, I'm done. A little like when you've gone to the toilet ... flush, wash your hands and get out. Relief. Yup, poetry for me is like that. There is always this strong urge to regurgitate. It's the only release I have to be rid of my feelings.
Then only can I move on to something else.
I tried to sing when I was younger, realised, I was blessed with a low pitch voice that could not stretch to anywhere... and how upset I was that I could not sound like David Cassidy or as melodically moody as Carol king. I tried to sing but people inevitably asked me to just hum... hum... hum... even when I was 9 and sat in the makeshift tree house, with my friends; my then "boyfriend" told me I was no nightingale.
And then there was a lovely handsome guy heart throb who told me, "you're cute but you haven't got a voice", my mouth shut and my heart fell on hearing him utter such harsh criticism.
Not long after, my mother, in a moment of inspiration perhaps, decided to buy us musical instruments. Ukuleles, all three of us, myself and two siblings, got a ukulele each. What possessed anyone to buy such an instrument for children less than 10 years of age. We were not given lessons, just ukuleles. You can well imagine, a 10 year old, an eight year old and a seven year old, playing completely out of tune on the miniature "guitars".
Yes, we thought we could use them like Carlos Santana or even Jimi Hendrix.
No, the ukuleles did not last long, before the strings broke, in fact, the whole instrument got smashed in wild moments mimicking Jimi Hendrix.
Oh, We did have our mellow moments, when we tried to "play" melodic "Japanese" tunes. And then only to have both the gardener and driver bang away at our bedroom window, asking us not too politely, to stop the racket.
It got worse, when I decided to "sing" like a "Japanese" opera singer, my grandmother scolded my mother for encouraging the children to be disruptive (the word she used was : nuisance).
"Children should not be heard, not like that!!" grandmother scolded, "Send your children to bed for goodness sake," and this was at 4 pm in the afternoon. Yes, grandma, we got the hint.
It was then that I had a revelation, if I can't sing, not in English or even Japanese opera, then perhaps I ought to try writing song lyrics. Aha!! What a eureka moment that was for me.... yee haaaa
But sadly, I couldn't put any tunes to the words I came up with, or rather I couldn't get any more than one bar. So, I gave up soon after. And what do you think was left? Can't sing, can't write lyrics, now what??
I love words but too lazy to write stories. Starting was always easy but the carrying on was a hazard to the story, I would bore myself silly after a while and just didn't bother.
I sighed alot then. Loved words but how do I create with words, what can I create with words.
Till one Saturday afternoon, I was invited to "poetry club" at primary school.... what fun that was. I could write, short lines (I like short!) and all I needed to do was to make them rhyme and add some rhythm... hey, I can do that. And I didn't need to put a tune to it. At last, a release for my words. There begins my adventure into the literary world of poetry.
In conclusion, I'm a frustrated singer/song writer, who had to resort to poetry to give relief to her emotional diarrhea.
;-)
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