Hm…
Move the family to a penthouse in Orchard. I super super heart condo life (and super super miss Eastern Lagoon bleah)! Mandatory condo amenities are swimming pool and gym.
Get two cars. One for dad and one (Volkswagen Beetle oh yeah) for me. Brother will get his when he finally gets a license.
Oh! $100 million goes for investments. $30 million will just be up for grabs by all private bankers interested in my money, and $70 million will go to mum for her annual sales figure, or figures. However she wants to allocate her cases.
$5 million into the bank for my daily expenses. $10 million for household expenses.
The rest into the church.
Hm. Since I’m flipping through the IKEA catalogue now, I might as well throw in a new work table and chair. I need something for my back oof.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Damn a lot of fire. Absolutely no content.
I'm going to attempt to write a really interesting, humourous, and illogical blog post. Inspired by Jane Berentson's "Miss Harper can do it". Awesome read. For chicks only.
Woke up this morning remembering that I had a huge craving for salad with vinegarette while trying to fall asleep the night before. So I clambered out of bed, washed up, and pulled open the bottom drawer of my house refrigerator.
Carrots.. And other eastern vegetables that couldn't be eaten raw.
Fine. Carrots and vinegarette then.
Splashed one teaspoon of rice vinegar and 3 teaspoon of soya sauce into a small bowl. Taste test. FAIL.
Snooped around again and found a new bottle of salsa.
30 minutes later. New bottle of salsa refuses to open. Fine. Whipped out ketchup bottle and mixed it with soya sauce-vinegar solution. Threw in the carrot sticks and started munching. Finished the carrot sticks and licked the bowl clean. Opened the fridge for a bottle of water and spotted... a half-finished jar of salsa deep in the recesses of the second shelf. FML.
Felt indignant about not eating said jar of salsa. Dug out butter crackers and helped myself to generous servings of salsa on butter crackers. Something about the lingering smell of roasted tomatoes on my fingers made me go back and opened a second pack of three butter crackers.
On hindsight, I think the salsa might have been drugged. As in, spiced with addictive drugs, drugged. Because the taste in my mouth tempted me to go back for more. So I made myself a cup of hm.. cocoa milk; milo plus milk.
And I fell into a deep sleep after that. Milo must have been drugged. Sleep-inducing drugged drugged.
Woke up feeling oh-so-stuffed. Felt my whole body supported and connected by the huge ball of my belly. I must be going through the oral stage of my menstrual cycle.
I'm trying to metamorphorise myself into a dim sum - too much meat, and too little skin - to explain my overstuffed feeling.
And that totally made me feel like going for yum cha.
Should I???
Woke up this morning remembering that I had a huge craving for salad with vinegarette while trying to fall asleep the night before. So I clambered out of bed, washed up, and pulled open the bottom drawer of my house refrigerator.
Carrots.. And other eastern vegetables that couldn't be eaten raw.
Fine. Carrots and vinegarette then.
Splashed one teaspoon of rice vinegar and 3 teaspoon of soya sauce into a small bowl. Taste test. FAIL.
Snooped around again and found a new bottle of salsa.
30 minutes later. New bottle of salsa refuses to open. Fine. Whipped out ketchup bottle and mixed it with soya sauce-vinegar solution. Threw in the carrot sticks and started munching. Finished the carrot sticks and licked the bowl clean. Opened the fridge for a bottle of water and spotted... a half-finished jar of salsa deep in the recesses of the second shelf. FML.
Felt indignant about not eating said jar of salsa. Dug out butter crackers and helped myself to generous servings of salsa on butter crackers. Something about the lingering smell of roasted tomatoes on my fingers made me go back and opened a second pack of three butter crackers.
On hindsight, I think the salsa might have been drugged. As in, spiced with addictive drugs, drugged. Because the taste in my mouth tempted me to go back for more. So I made myself a cup of hm.. cocoa milk; milo plus milk.
And I fell into a deep sleep after that. Milo must have been drugged. Sleep-inducing drugged drugged.
Woke up feeling oh-so-stuffed. Felt my whole body supported and connected by the huge ball of my belly. I must be going through the oral stage of my menstrual cycle.
I'm trying to metamorphorise myself into a dim sum - too much meat, and too little skin - to explain my overstuffed feeling.
And that totally made me feel like going for yum cha.
Should I???
Sunday, June 06, 2010
This trip to Cambodia
I guess it's time I write some reflections for the trip to Cambodia. As a photographer, a team member and in future, a mother.
I guess children are really a reflection of what we treat them as. The kids at UNACAS were given independence and role models to follow. They were also taught skills and the beauty of God's grace. It is not surprising then, that we see independent children in that orphanage who have learnt to give and love each other, and all of whom have a wish to take on responsibilities as they come of age.
In contrast, particularly with the kids at the post-trip CIP, I saw sheltered children who are often given a negative reply for things they do, and good character entails passive submission and obedience to rules set by grown ups.
Rules are still necessary, and passive submission is still needed if they were to know what are the allowable boundaries, but it gets ridiculous when rules are just there for the sake of it. Case in point, why on earth must you cross your hands to show that you've got good posture?? Isn't that BAD BODY LANGUAGE??
Wonder if that woman knows what her spark of genius is teaching her students.
One girl came up to us and told us we shouldn't play a game because too many people were falling down. Her remark brought up flashes of how I was brought up.
My parents often said "No" and "No good" to the things I do. I often rejected other peoples' advice and suggestions in turn. I became a stickler to rules, and till this day I still find remnants of my overly conservative self in my thoughts and actions. But such negating teachings have repercussions beyond a monotonous way of doing things. I found myself to be a grumpy, angry and easily provoked person.
It was probably a mixture of everything, besides parental guidance. My parents weren't spending much time with us, and when they did, it was really to check our spelling grades and sign consent forms. My brother's everything was my responsibility, and the teachers in school weren't particularly encouraging our sense of adventure.
I guess changing from PLMGPS to Rosyth was also a big factor. I remember letting my character spiral into gloominess, failing miserably in both the social and academic expectations departments. My unwillingness to accept change was probably already ingrained in my character. Just that maybe in PLMGPS the environment was friendlier, and it held the bulk of my childhood school memories.
Through this trip, my eyes were opened by how some people always had the team in mind. I remember working on the fence near the playground at UNACAS, and there was about ten minutes of time where the equipment could only allow two or three of us to work. So the rest went to sit around the swings and the benches.
I skipped over to one of us sitting on the swing and offered to push her. She rejected. So I casually asked if she didn't like it. She said it wasn't that, but because we were still working on the fence.
And then I saw how buddies took care of each other by insisting on reporting if the other is sick, but trying to hide it if they themselves were unwell. The reason was only so that they weren't the ones resting while everyone else was working hard.
And of course I saw how the first aider was always willing to dress wounds for other people, and it really inspired me, because I, as the photographer, have found myself too lazy too many times to take out the camera.
It was heartening also for me to see how well the team looked out for me. Photography is a thankless job. People expect us to do it. But really, the offers to carry my equipment, the understanding given to let me scoot off with the camera, and the countless attempts to catch me on camera simply because I am the photographer and hence seldom in photos, have overwhelmed me with thankfulness that I'm in this team. Even if the photographer wasn't me, just knowing that the team is like this makes me feel so proud of us.
Taking on photographic duties again after two years have also re-taught me lessons. I have always told others that the best photographers are not the ones who are most skilful with their equipment. All equipment can be mastered, and everyone's perspectives will be different. But what makes one photographer stand out from another is his or her ability to speak.
This trip to Cambodia has taught me how to open my mouth again. It was good that we had the pre-trip CIP and the fundraising activities before the actual trip. At the very least, it helped me get accustomed to shoving cameras in people's faces again.
And I am really thankful that the children at the pre-trip CIP and in Cambodia are not camera-shy at all. Their willingness to pose and be taken helped bridge the communication barrier far more than what I can say for the camera-shy kids at the post-trip CIP. And to be honest, I find it extremely difficult to show the post-trip CIP kids the same amount of love I had for the pre-trip CIP kids, and of course the UNACAS children. Must it be that only needy children are thankful?
I have learnt much on how a child's upbringing and home environment can shape his or her character. And the way the adult and institution treats the child will be reflected in all transparency in the kid's behavior.
This trip has taught me much. And I am glad that I have gone on this trip only now.
I guess children are really a reflection of what we treat them as. The kids at UNACAS were given independence and role models to follow. They were also taught skills and the beauty of God's grace. It is not surprising then, that we see independent children in that orphanage who have learnt to give and love each other, and all of whom have a wish to take on responsibilities as they come of age.
In contrast, particularly with the kids at the post-trip CIP, I saw sheltered children who are often given a negative reply for things they do, and good character entails passive submission and obedience to rules set by grown ups.
Rules are still necessary, and passive submission is still needed if they were to know what are the allowable boundaries, but it gets ridiculous when rules are just there for the sake of it. Case in point, why on earth must you cross your hands to show that you've got good posture?? Isn't that BAD BODY LANGUAGE??
Wonder if that woman knows what her spark of genius is teaching her students.
One girl came up to us and told us we shouldn't play a game because too many people were falling down. Her remark brought up flashes of how I was brought up.
My parents often said "No" and "No good" to the things I do. I often rejected other peoples' advice and suggestions in turn. I became a stickler to rules, and till this day I still find remnants of my overly conservative self in my thoughts and actions. But such negating teachings have repercussions beyond a monotonous way of doing things. I found myself to be a grumpy, angry and easily provoked person.
It was probably a mixture of everything, besides parental guidance. My parents weren't spending much time with us, and when they did, it was really to check our spelling grades and sign consent forms. My brother's everything was my responsibility, and the teachers in school weren't particularly encouraging our sense of adventure.
I guess changing from PLMGPS to Rosyth was also a big factor. I remember letting my character spiral into gloominess, failing miserably in both the social and academic expectations departments. My unwillingness to accept change was probably already ingrained in my character. Just that maybe in PLMGPS the environment was friendlier, and it held the bulk of my childhood school memories.
Through this trip, my eyes were opened by how some people always had the team in mind. I remember working on the fence near the playground at UNACAS, and there was about ten minutes of time where the equipment could only allow two or three of us to work. So the rest went to sit around the swings and the benches.
I skipped over to one of us sitting on the swing and offered to push her. She rejected. So I casually asked if she didn't like it. She said it wasn't that, but because we were still working on the fence.
And then I saw how buddies took care of each other by insisting on reporting if the other is sick, but trying to hide it if they themselves were unwell. The reason was only so that they weren't the ones resting while everyone else was working hard.
And of course I saw how the first aider was always willing to dress wounds for other people, and it really inspired me, because I, as the photographer, have found myself too lazy too many times to take out the camera.
It was heartening also for me to see how well the team looked out for me. Photography is a thankless job. People expect us to do it. But really, the offers to carry my equipment, the understanding given to let me scoot off with the camera, and the countless attempts to catch me on camera simply because I am the photographer and hence seldom in photos, have overwhelmed me with thankfulness that I'm in this team. Even if the photographer wasn't me, just knowing that the team is like this makes me feel so proud of us.
Taking on photographic duties again after two years have also re-taught me lessons. I have always told others that the best photographers are not the ones who are most skilful with their equipment. All equipment can be mastered, and everyone's perspectives will be different. But what makes one photographer stand out from another is his or her ability to speak.
This trip to Cambodia has taught me how to open my mouth again. It was good that we had the pre-trip CIP and the fundraising activities before the actual trip. At the very least, it helped me get accustomed to shoving cameras in people's faces again.
And I am really thankful that the children at the pre-trip CIP and in Cambodia are not camera-shy at all. Their willingness to pose and be taken helped bridge the communication barrier far more than what I can say for the camera-shy kids at the post-trip CIP. And to be honest, I find it extremely difficult to show the post-trip CIP kids the same amount of love I had for the pre-trip CIP kids, and of course the UNACAS children. Must it be that only needy children are thankful?
I have learnt much on how a child's upbringing and home environment can shape his or her character. And the way the adult and institution treats the child will be reflected in all transparency in the kid's behavior.
This trip has taught me much. And I am glad that I have gone on this trip only now.
Saturday, June 05, 2010
Let 25 people stay together
Father,
It was my prayer on our last Sunday in Cambodia that 25 of us would return together. That remains my prayer today.
Let all transgressions be forgotten. Let forgiveness flow in our hearts. Let Your hand be on the team and guide us to do what You have set us out to do.
Father it is my prayer that there will be a meeting once more with all 25 of us present, and joy and laughter only fill the air. I pray for all of us to be at peace and put You before ourselves at all times. I pray that each of us will fulfill our roles to Your contentment, and that the results will be visible to all men, believer or not.
I pray that those who have just begun to see the loveliness of Your grace continue to open their eyes and one day take the prayer that wil lbring them to salvation.
Father I pray that wherever and whenever the 25 of us meet on this earth, our final meeting place will be with the UNACAS kids and You in heaven.
Father Your will brought us together. I pray that Your Spirit will continue to keep us together.
In Jesus' name I pray, Amen.
It was my prayer on our last Sunday in Cambodia that 25 of us would return together. That remains my prayer today.
Let all transgressions be forgotten. Let forgiveness flow in our hearts. Let Your hand be on the team and guide us to do what You have set us out to do.
Father it is my prayer that there will be a meeting once more with all 25 of us present, and joy and laughter only fill the air. I pray for all of us to be at peace and put You before ourselves at all times. I pray that each of us will fulfill our roles to Your contentment, and that the results will be visible to all men, believer or not.
I pray that those who have just begun to see the loveliness of Your grace continue to open their eyes and one day take the prayer that wil lbring them to salvation.
Father I pray that wherever and whenever the 25 of us meet on this earth, our final meeting place will be with the UNACAS kids and You in heaven.
Father Your will brought us together. I pray that Your Spirit will continue to keep us together.
In Jesus' name I pray, Amen.
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