Who would have guessed it? It wasn’t the day of Toto with its seductive $10 million prize. Neither was it a day of 4D. Then, why would the queue be so long?
The origin of the human chain revealed the answer. They were all in the line to exchange their EZ-link card. Yesterday was supposed to be the last day for the free exchange. But, as I had predicted pretty well, the deadline was extended by one more week.
Is one week enough? Well, I believe that there would still be that many people who would only do it at the eleventh hour come next Wednesday.
How many times have we secretly wished that we are the most popular guy or girl in class during school? Well, maybe not the most popular, but well-liked at least.
Acceptance is a “popular” value among many people. Don’t we hate the feeling to be ostracised by others? To be left alone while our peers huddle together in their tight inner circle, passing juicy titbits of gossips of people out of their clique. Many times you wonder if you were one of the subject topics among them.
I had lost my mobile on three occasions: pick-pocketed twice and carelessly left it in the toilet of a very small pub once.
In all the three times, I discovered the loss very quickly – within five minutes of it being gone. Equally swift was the pair of hands that landed on my prized possession at the other end.
The dreadful message announcing the phone has been switched off when I called myself means I have received the death sentence for my mobile. It is gone forever from me.
I didn’t plan to watch it. In fact, I had resolved not to watch it because it’s 1) probably too long and 2) going to upset me.
But on those few nights when I watched it with my mother, I realised that it might be a drama worth following after all.
Why?
Because it’s a vivid portrayal of life.
Heart of Greed, the Hong Kong mega TV drama showing now on Channel 8 depicts life as it truly is. Revolving around a rich family, this drama tells a riveting tale of how being rich is a boon, while having a heart of greed turns all the wealth into a bane.
All along I’ve known how powerful perceptions are. In fact many times the perceived value overshadows the actual value of the thing itself. The scariest part is, perceptions are formed unconsciously. Hence when it affects how we value something, it acts almost unknowingly to the person himself.
I was reminded of this power recently over two very, very trivial incidences. Both involve food – one love of my life.
My sis and I were walking past a bakery and I casually mentioned I’d like to get some bread. Without thinking, my sis said: “The bread here isn’t nice.”
Want to guess what that is?
Could it be “You look fat / You have put on weight”? Or “You don’t look good in this colour”?
No no no! The fact that someone commented on how you look only means that they have noticed you. You are not transparent!
Therefore, I think the worst thing to tell a woman is this: “Nobody notices you anyway!”
How sad that would be, if nobody notices us.
It was a bright, warm and sunny day. I alighted from the bus and scanned my surroundings, looking for my destination.
It was a warm, and as such, probably sunny day and hence bright. He alighted from the bus and felt his surroundings, searching for his destination.
Our paths wouldn’t have crossed if I didn’t turn my head to look at him. He was still feeling his way, but apparently, he had came to a standstill. Moving his cane in a left right direction, he was “stuck” between two stretches of metallic seats.
TODAY held a very meaningful contest, I thought.
In celebration of Singapore’s 44th birthday, the newspaper had a photo contest that best showcased Singapore then, and now.
As I reminisced my own childhood looking at others’ from the photos submitted by our fellow Singaporeans, I had this thought: “How wonderful to be born in the 70s.”
Indeed, those who were born in the 70s have, in my opinion, the best of both worlds. We journeyed through Singapore’s progress and changes. Many of us had that luxury (now we call it luxury!) to live in a kampong, before we had a taste of how it was like to squeeze the whole family in a small pigeon-hole like flat.
The radio DJ said something that startled me as I was reading my morning newspaper. Someone had called into the station to complain about the “lines of wisdom” (I prefer calling them this way) on the Queen of Caldecott’s face in the latest drama The Ultimatum, that had just wrapped up last week.
I’d indeed noticed some lines tracing the eyes of both Zoe Tay and Fann Wong when watching a certain episode.
Hi friends, in case you haven’t notice, I’ve put up a new poll: When did you start dating?
Singapore has now modernised to a very wide extent. With it comes a huge difference in values, culture and lifestyle, as compared to older times. Older times not just in my parents’ generation, but also in my generation as compared to those born a decade later.
10 years can mean a lot of difference! So please help me in getting some information about the age when you start dating by voting in this poll now. Thanks!
