Life is so strang sometimes

You know, whenever I come online, it is only to complain and it is really not a good thing. Last week, the energizer rabbit called and asked for $100 because she wanted to play mahjong. I could not go anywhere as I was getting my car fixed. Then today she called and asked for another 50bucks. In life, if we have none, we try not to spend it. That is the law of life. But seems like our friend is stuck in a blackhole and there is no time for her. She even wants to go to Bangkok with her friends and so on and guess who will foot the bill?? In the end, she will then say that she does not spend money... But her weekly mahjong sessions, in which I am pretty sure she is losing, her outings and so on, all needs money. And the thing is, this hell will just go on and on and on... till the day she pops..... I will not wish for when as this is bad karma.

But seriously, it is getting ridiculous as she uses at least 150 a week on her silly tradional chinese medicine and then her mahjong and that is a lot of money. Yet she can claim that she does not have any money and does not spend any money.... wow..... no wonder the government is so afraid of our aging population.

But on the bright side, I will be leaving soon.... I will be going to Thailand to train some people and then hop on a flight to Osaka and be wif my family. They are my only joy in life now. Even my monster is growing well and she is now talking... but making no sense whatsoever. And it is a joy to go home and be with them. It may be tiring, but in it is the feeling of belonging to somewhere and someone.

Of course I will also try not to spoil my monster and therefore will keep her in check. She is a really willful and really daring little girl. She will even go into a dark room by herself and not be afraid. And when we go out, she will even walk by herself in her own direction. Call it daddy's pride, but I feel that she will grow up just fine.

We really live in a wierd country

I was actually around the neighbourhood where they had the "bomb" scare, (near my office) and it was really a non incident. Why do I say it, the smoke was damned thin and it looked more like some idiot may have left his cigerette lit in his car... Only a really busybody will go and have a look and then report to the police..... But then coming from a country where we thought someone being hacked to death (RIP) was a halloween trick..... So what can we say... some more... if we anyhow report police, dial 999, and it was not something important... we would have a really friendly visit by the police after that.... Is it worth it?

So as you can see, we do live in a wierd country. Where caring is past and we are also past caring.

1 in 10 Sillyporeans Obese wor....

I am one of them and do you know what??? It doesn't matter to me!!! Its not that I like being fat or unhealthy, but the issue is that how can I be healthy enough to exercise and eat properly when I am being worked to the bone, crushed by work and yet have to go home and help to look after my baby? Of course, people can say..."You only need to work out 15-30mins a day!"... Yea right... if I had 15 or 30-mins, I would love to use the time to exercise when I could be sleeping or shitting, which I find is a much more comforting endeavour than sweating and pounding it out.

And the very fact of being fat and unhealthy then brings into mind an oxy moron or a paradox, how can we live longer and work till later if we are not being healthy? Chicken and egg mah.... Imagine working till we are 68..(the question is whether we can live till then or not hor) and then having to work (being competitive and also the best at what we do) and then having a family and then having whatever else.... Holy shite... really do not want to live much longer man!!!!

Imagine Mr. A, who has to hold his job down, work till late, then go home and his wife shoves him his child because they are too stingy or poor to afford a maid... He looks after the "bundle of joy" till his wife has finished her daily beauty regime, with her facial and her whatever shite... (it takes a bloody long time hor) and she is now fresh and happy to take over the baby... Then it is the poor guy's turn to do his thing..... By that time, it is past midnight and the ghost of sleep beckons.... and then he wakes up at 7 to go to work because the CTE is always jammed and his boss decided to have an office where parking is a bitch.... Then he works till he is half dead. And what does the gahmen want him to do??? Work till he is really dead!!!

Oh yea... to top it all off... even if he dies.. his CPF may not come back to him hor.... Haizzzzz... what a life we all live..... And some more the girls all want 5C's.... yea... like I can be bothered to even give half a C when she can't give him anything in return.

Chuckles.....

Shit happens, though it is not supposed to..

I will not stand here on a moral high horse and talk about how the recent mix up in samples caused the wrong child to be placed with the wrong parents. I will also not stand here and debate the rights or wrongs of IVF or AR. These are forums to be left for others.

But one thing is that instead of pointing fingers are finding out who to lynch, I personally feel that the most important thing when something goes wrong is to sit down and think about how and where we go from here. It is like this weekend, my baby had the worst weekend and by default so did we. She fell from almost everything she sat on, came out with a few bruises and even a broken lip... So do I point the finger at my wife and say that she ahs not been doing here job? I will also have a part to blame in this episode too... right?

So as mentioned before, how do we go forward? And like I also said, "Shit happens". It breaks my heart to see my child cry or hurt, but in a way, we have to allow them to get hurt to learn. Just like my kid loves to pull put drawers and slam them back... Well, she slammed and clamped her fingers a few times... If she don learn that it hurts, then she will bloody well slam till she learns that it is 1) Stupid to slam things... 2) It is also painful if you slam your own fingers... Call me a bad dad maybe? But then it is the only thing to do, for even if you say "NO!!!" till you are blue, if she does not understand, then she will never understand.

Anyways, so back to pointing fingers. We should have a systemetic and cool approach of how problems should be handled and how they can be faced.