This movie is a beauty!
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Spent our first TGIF in almost 1 and a half months at Serangoon Gardens. The Korean Restaurant we went to has amazing hospitality. The Lady Boss/Waitress can singlehandedly make the whole place full of life.
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Hanwoori-Korean-Restaurant/101231346654159
Looking forward to the reunion in June. For now, it's normal business resumed!
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
Wednesday, May 02, 2012
A sweet lesson on patience.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
such a good read
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Sum 41
Much needed break. Time to replay the classics on my iPod!
And on a slightly sour note, i accidentally scratched my phone. :|
Sunday, April 08, 2012
It feels so good to talk things out, to dispose all those heavy and unwanted thoughts that are clinging around. It really pays to be candid and honest with one another as well. Of course, disagreements are gonna happen and efforts are gonna be spent explaining yourself. You're gonna sit back and listen to what the other person has to say and you're not gonna correct them because you can't, opinions are subjective.
This is when you'll get to understand a person better. The whole process is going to be rough, but the euphoria it'll bring at the end makes it all worth it,
at least for my case.
but before everything, it would be nice to make a sincere promise to never judge each other.
but before everything, it would be nice to make a sincere promise to never judge each other.
And now, full steam ahead!
Saturday, April 07, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Sherlock Holmes was in his house reading a book. All of a sudden a ball came crashing through his window, breaking it. Holmes looked out the window just in time to see three brothers running around the corner. Their names were Paul Crimson, Mark Crimson and John Crimson.
The next day Holmes got a note on his door that read "? Crimson. He broke your window."
Which of the three Crimson brothers should Sherlock Holmes question about the incident?
The next day Holmes got a note on his door that read "? Crimson. He broke your window."
Which of the three Crimson brothers should Sherlock Holmes question about the incident?
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
Thursday, March 01, 2012
Studying is boring, but i like learning. Learning is fun
Currently in the midst of my 1 week study break and i've concluded many things, one of which is that an hour spent studying at somewhere away from home is a hundred times more fruitful than spending 4 hours studying in my room or living room or my parents room (when they are not home yet). I just can't seem to stay put at one spot whenever i study at home and the 4 hours i mentioned, it's inclusive of, if i'm easily restless, a 2 hours nap if not 1, around 10-15 mins of getting up, walking around and finding something to chew on. At the end of the day, i'll get frustrated for not accomplishing what i planned to. But who else can i blame but myself. That's why, the comfort of my own home is not always a good thing.. at least not when the books and i try to foster a reluctant relationship.
I love to go to the Airport. It is my very own interpretation of a safe haven and as exaggerating as it may seem, it's true. It's one of those few places where calmness saturates the air and the voices of the crowd congregate as music to your ears. I love going there to study, to read and write, to have a meal but not so much of sending people off (sour grapes). I like to think that i'm actually gonna walk through the departure gates whenever i'm there. Yes, it's very ironic that i'm always looking forward to go to my favorite place just to leave there for another country. Looking forward to the month of June!
Sticking to the topic of self-expression, i'm very fortunate to know this special person whom i always enjoy talking to for the most strangest (but not the only) reason - language. It's that kind of person you can strike a chord(not musically) with in terms of the way they speak. I've always embrace the fact that linguistics is one of the most attractive trait in someone and that's when i reveal the judgmental side of me... BUT....let's not go to that. It's a deal-breaker for me if someone is physically attractive but verbally repulsive. On the other hand, i'll be impressed with someone who is willing to use most of their make-up to doll up their speech until they are left with a little for their face. Of course, us humans are naturally greedy. We want both!
And no, our friendship is not being built upon by only the language we speak! It's just one of those bonus elements that makes the whole relationship even more special and hard to find. Pure, quirky and full of casual disagreements. That's the meat of it.
Just for the record - i'm in no way suggesting that my language is or is near perfect.
Flaw :|
Currently in the midst of my 1 week study break and i've concluded many things, one of which is that an hour spent studying at somewhere away from home is a hundred times more fruitful than spending 4 hours studying in my room or living room or my parents room (when they are not home yet). I just can't seem to stay put at one spot whenever i study at home and the 4 hours i mentioned, it's inclusive of, if i'm easily restless, a 2 hours nap if not 1, around 10-15 mins of getting up, walking around and finding something to chew on. At the end of the day, i'll get frustrated for not accomplishing what i planned to. But who else can i blame but myself. That's why, the comfort of my own home is not always a good thing.. at least not when the books and i try to foster a reluctant relationship.
I love to go to the Airport. It is my very own interpretation of a safe haven and as exaggerating as it may seem, it's true. It's one of those few places where calmness saturates the air and the voices of the crowd congregate as music to your ears. I love going there to study, to read and write, to have a meal but not so much of sending people off (sour grapes). I like to think that i'm actually gonna walk through the departure gates whenever i'm there. Yes, it's very ironic that i'm always looking forward to go to my favorite place just to leave there for another country. Looking forward to the month of June!
Sticking to the topic of self-expression, i'm very fortunate to know this special person whom i always enjoy talking to for the most strangest (but not the only) reason - language. It's that kind of person you can strike a chord(not musically) with in terms of the way they speak. I've always embrace the fact that linguistics is one of the most attractive trait in someone and that's when i reveal the judgmental side of me... BUT....let's not go to that. It's a deal-breaker for me if someone is physically attractive but verbally repulsive. On the other hand, i'll be impressed with someone who is willing to use most of their make-up to doll up their speech until they are left with a little for their face. Of course, us humans are naturally greedy. We want both!
And no, our friendship is not being built upon by only the language we speak! It's just one of those bonus elements that makes the whole relationship even more special and hard to find. Pure, quirky and full of casual disagreements. That's the meat of it.
Just for the record - i'm in no way suggesting that my language is or is near perfect.
Flaw :|
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
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