do you see it as half full or half empty?

Dedicated to my dear friend Kartik
As we watch our glass being filled with water, do you look at it as being half empty or half full?
I believe when you say it is being half empty, you are having negative thoughts all the time. I think human are being born persismistic as the majority will say it is half empty. I myself is such person. One day, i was getting my hair cut at some salon which promised that a haircut will be done in 10 min and professionally finished. So i went there to cut my hair. The barber, i think desperate of a topic, start to converse with me on job. I commented that he is lucky as he has a stable job with a steady flow of income. And the fact that hairstyling itself is a skill, he can be sure of jobs in near future.
However he told me he rather be someone who earn by commissions. I laugh it off as i shrugged at the idea of not having a steady income. But what the barber said next joltted me. "Look, if today i cut 10 head, i will still be earning $1000. If tomorrow i cut 20 head, i will still be earning $1000. So what is the point of having a fixed income? But if i am a housing agent or salesman. If i can close 10 deals, i earn a certain amount of money. But if i close 20 deals, i will be earning a higher amount of money and the crux is, i will be earning more!"
This enlightened me. This guy has just make me see my glass of water as half full instead of half empty. And i should say he is this person who aided me indirectly into shaping my ideas and goals.
So friend, when the act which you perceive as mocking you. Actually we aren't You see, when you begin to feel for somebody and treat him as a friend, first your attention will be closely fix to him. That is when you will notice his every little move. Just like when a boy like a girl, he will be extra attentive to her every moves.
Often, you do not focus your attention to someone whom you do not know and worse, you do not like. So when we began to tease someone of their perhaps habits or anything, this is the excellent testimonial that your friends have notice you long enough in order to make that judgement. Of cos you will fee perhaps resentful as you might be feeling uncomfy and wish this to stop. A good thing is to shrug it off and instead, laugh with the others! This is a good way to make yourself happy and embrace in the loving arm of your friends.
The aboved is when you see the glass as being half full. But when you see the glass as half empty, you will be sad, angry or worse, blow your top. And when you are sad, your cells die faster, which in turn you age faster. You will be full of vengence. When you blow your top and when the dust settled, you will feel your friends will start to guard against you and do not treat you like before, not as friendly, not as cheerful.
This is because when you blow your top, you are making your friends feel uncomfy and embarrassed. Soon, you will feel they would joke with you less, would not share things with you.

So my friends, view everything as half full rather as half empty.

My idea of a full life

So what would make your life full? <<< my CRS teacher, sabrina wong ask me about this.

Ok here goes. I have divided my life into 2 part. The 1st is my holistic, feeling part, the other is the achievement part which is backed by monetary terms.

Ok i will talk about the achievement part first. I am a guy who view whether i have had a full life by the achievement i have made. We exist in this earth, i believe, to serve and be served. We serve the society and the society served us by paying for our service. I also feel that since life is short and while you are here, one must definitely stretch his life to the fullest and it means achieve some ambitions or results. Results are the gauge to your worth. In this pragmatic society, everything is being viewed by its worth. A human too is being view by how much he is worth by the result that he has achieve. This is my mantra of life.

I have divided this phase into 2 part, one of achieving short term goals, the other achieving long term goals. The short term goal is extremely important because they are the cornerstone, the foundation for the long term goals. I have decided to dedicate the next 10 years in education and earning $$.

Education is the most sought after commonity in this world. Everybody is knowledge hungry not because they want to seek knowledge alone, but because knowledge is the ticket to eradicating poverty. If only north Korea could allocate its reserve more on education instead of armamant, i believe it can solve its famine problem and all other nitty-gritty stuff. All great leaders believe in the power of education and books.

Therefore, for me is to achieve an A in every subject. There could be no compromise as getting the best result allow you to move freely and not confine you to any spaces. I e-mailed to NTU 2 weeks ago on the choices of course i could study if i manage to qualify for a place. The administrator told me only if i am a Cert. of merit holder then i could choose other faculty's course. If not, i have to just stick to engineering.

So tell me, isn't result is the basis of everything? They are the immeasurable proof of one ability. Kartik my friend say:" i believe with a good testimonial(about the cca, character, blah blah blah but not so much on result) i can get around this world". I agree to a certent extend that with good EQ is a boost to your applicability of work, but without a good result record, do you think you can ever secure a job? The reason is the one who hire you has to account for one thousand or even more odd number of people of the company. A miss judgement of hiring a wrong person could mean the livelihood of that one thousand people is shaken. Okay you can argue that the company could just try it out. But the element of risk involved is not to be ignored. And the best remedy to the illness call risk, is your certificate.

So i already set my mind to achieve good result in school. Then some will say you are giving yourself too much stress. For me, i believe stress can only arises when you are doing something which you are being forced to do, forced to achieve and yet you do not like to do. As a typical leo, the happiest thing is when i saw my papers upon return, with the word " very good" written on red ink. There are absolutely no stress in going out to achieve what you believe in and are happy during the course of achieving it.

The next part of my short term goal is linked monetarily. Receiving education in the institution we call school is good as i have said earlier. But now is the time i believe also to receive education in the school of hard knocks. I have been thinking about the decision of working part time while still schooling since i have come out of the army. The sudden feeling of not having a montly allowance make me feel uneasy. The only thing which can make you feel good is the fact that when you put your hand into your pocket, you can feel the feature of the face of our first president.

So i have decided to be a financial advisor. My aim is to earn at least a decent sum of money which i can invest in a liability call car, and still have spare for me to go to an overseas university in case i do not have the capability to go into the local one. A modest car will do. One that can bring me from point A to point B. As car are depreciating commonity once the key is in your hand, so it make no point to buy a luxurious car or anything big. My ideal one is actually an evo 8 but a hatchback from hyundai will work just fine.

But i say a car is an investment as it can save time. Anything that can save time is an investment. Time is worth a thousand gold, but with a thousand gold, you can't buy time.Being a financial advisor enable me to be equipped with the skills of PR, the analytical skill and most importantly, i am doing a good deed by helping others.

So i also take this opportunity to tell Firjudeen, hey mate, if you want to go into Network marketing, go ahead if you believe you can do it. As Napoleon Hill says:" Anything that a human mind can conceive and believe in, he will achieve".

So the 2 component of my short term goal contribute to my long term goal. My long term go is to go fully into the arena of education for children and also to operate child care centres in Asia pacific countries, especially india and China. Human himself is valuable for his ability to think and intelligence.

I believe child care centres have its potential. The market is promising. When birth rate climb up, the huge influx of babies could mean good revenue for the care centre. Even when birth rate decline, child care centre will still be viable as this mean an individual child is worth much more to the society and so the rates of staying with a care centre can rise. China and India has huge population and it is this huge population which will bring light to the child care industry. Yup, my aim is to be a boss.

The next part has to deal with my feeling and about leading a holistic life. I have sort comfort in Buddhism as its doctrine and teaching suits me. I hope to be a more tolerant guy with a big heart for anything. My ultimate aim is not to be affected by hostilities or negative comment but see everything as being part and parcel of life. I truly believe in karma and retribution so i have cut down eating meat although i feast them everyday. Ok lah, i haven't really achieve that part. Hahahah.

And lastly, oh gosh, hope that the girl i like can just give me a chance for me to prove my worth. But sadly....oh well.....So i guess my life could never be full at this instance.

Anyway, like i say, a life is full when you think it is, a life is not full when you think it is not. It is all in a person's mind.

In the name of charity

When i was young, the only charitable thing i did perhaps is to read those sharity elephant monthly newsletters. That is the only action, to a primary school kid, which constitute a charitable act.

So when i am older by a few years, the action of putting a coin into a tin can buffled me. I was thinking:" how come reading sharity elephant newsletter do not need to pay but still is considered a charitable act, but now, i need to really put my 10cent in order to be counted as a charity act." However i did put my 10cent inside though as i saw it as a way to get that round sticker which then i can paste on my chest and show proudly that this sticker is only for a charitable person. This is a reward of my meritocracy effort. So when i am somemore older then i realised, that damn newsletter is actually a gimmick to attract young nubile kid to donate, well rather, pestering their parents to donate, perhaps, for a reward which is meeting the overly stuffed elephant.

So from young, one has been exposed to various method which are to induced people to donate. Donations always grow proportionally with our GDP. Sometimes, it grow inversely also, when our GDP fall, it continue to rise still. Such is the action of good hearted and goodwill singaporean. Kudos to all of them.

The gimmick varies from that damn newsletter which i told you all about, to the tin can, to some donation booklet which to me. As Singapore itself is a incorporated organisation, charity organization also need to come out with new ideas in order to magnetise people to donate. So the old tin can, although still useable by some small time organisation ,is slowly taking a back seat while a new form of donation tool is use, such as selling novelty pen or stuff toys.

But i think the most powerful gimmick is in the form of using media as a tool to plead people to donate. Some smart alec come up with the idea of using actors to perform some stupid stunts in order to ask for more donation, in the name of charity.

So in the early nineties, the first charity show was staged in caldecott. Soon, other organisation jump onto the bandwagon. From one show per year, to now, about 5 to 6 shows. From donating for those kidney patients, now, heart, cancer, children critical illness, hospital and so on and so forth. Soon, every weekend we will have one charity show and soon, it will be part and parcel to part with around 0.05% or more of our salary to support the unfortunate. Shows after shows, each with the common agenda, flooded our little silver screen.

Singaporean, being as, erm, singaporean, do not make any noise, comments. The reason is because everybody has this heart of gold. True, condos, cars do make excellent carrot for the people to donate, but nevertheless, appalude should be given as they do donate don't they?

So Singaporean donate rigiously. From calling the 1900 lines, to parting with our coins when those puppy-eyed children approach us with their tin cans. Sometimes, we also drop some notes to that uncle who sing like nat king cole, albeit he is blind. And who else can say he didn't buy before from that tissue aunty who went table to table to sell her wares, 3 packet of tissue for one dollar.

True the GST has risen to 5%, true we can actually use the money that we donated to buy eggs. Yes the ultilities bills, miscellaneous bills, transport expenses, housing cost, school fees, food expenses and other expenses has risen, but Singaporen donate relentlessly.

Then suddenly, yet another smart alec, this time, the Action for Aids executive director, Benedict Jacob Thambiah said:" It's fine to reveal our pay to the authorities, but why do we need to tell it to any Tom, Dick or Harry?"(published on mon,sept 27, 2004. Home section page 1, straits times).

Any Tom Dick or Harry?! Hello! Without these Tom Dick and Harry, where they hell do you think the organisation got the pay, where the hell do you think your pay come from? The Tom Dick and Harry are the one who religiously dialled those stupid 1900 numbers, they are the one who part with their coins, they are the source of your donations, the income of the organisation and bloody fool, your pay check!

When the ministers had their pay rise, i remember they published how they got that pay and etc. So even the ministers need to answer to the people, why you, a mere executive do not need or do not feel to disclose your pay? Afraid of comparison or afraid of scrutiny?

Also by the way, those Tom Dick and Harry each have a name, all live in one place and each make up the 4 million population of a country call Singapore.

What does it mean to live a full life?

A full life. There are alot of intepretation on what is 'life' alone, let alone living a full life. The meaning of a full life can be seem as a very abstract topic. If we are talking about hunger, we can be sure that when we are full, it means we are not hungry anymore. In that case, we can easily define what is full and what is not as hunger alone is constricted by a boundary where upon arriving at that boundary, we know that we have already reach the point where we are not hungry and that is full. However for life itself, it seems life, there is no boundary, perhaps the only boundary is death itself. But as one's life is a huge universe which have limitless spaces for us to continue to expand, the question then is, how can you live it in such a way you will inflate it to a extent that we call it full and maintain the fullness until death.

Some people feel that they have achieve almost everything to make their life full. The only thing is that they lack of spiritual support in order to live their live to the fullest. That is the reason why people practice in both pagan and non-pagan religions. The mystic of religion lies in its way of using formless method to control and guide people. When we talk about a supreme being, usually that is sort of invincible and invisible. Some feel that in engaging in a spiritual religion, they will be cleanse off their troubles and sins which these troubles and sins are the problem to living life to the fullest. Some even take it to the extent of being a religious leader himself. But what is most crucial in this aspect is i think religion are almost controlled by people.For example, muslim believe their clerics, buddhist believe the abbot and christian believe the priest. How much is the accuracy of their intepretation of the respective religion, we do not exactly know. Then the interesting thing is, if one can control the ideology of religion, then instead of using religion as a catalyse to bring about to live to the fullest, they are already living life to the fullest as human are the one controlling the religion! So the answer is actually that when one believe he himself is leading a full life, then he must be leading a full life.

Another type of people gauge how life is to be lived is by results and grades. Now this is different from religion in the sense that it is more controllable by the individual than religion. This is because once an individual has a pre-determined set of gauge in his mind, others would not be able to influence him so easily unlike religion where different doctrines can originated from the same religion. Our world is constantly being assess by results and grades. Synonym such as GDP,GPA are all indicators of how well the country, community and individual has done. To the echelon of the society, perhaps living life to the fullest is equal to achieving good results. Because the fruits of getting good result such as happiness, a boost of confidence is bitter sweet. So here, living live to the full can be interpreted as clearing all the hurdles and enjoying the fruits afterwards.

As said earlier, the only boundary to living life to the fullest is death. Therefore, some engage in some heart storming sports or activities in order to expierence how they should live life to the fullest. Who dare say they dare to jump airborne or engage in some extreme sports which death is easily assessible. Perhaps for those who has tried out all that, they can proudly say that they already live life to the fullest by venturing into areas which the commons do not dare to venture.

Anyway, life as it is, can be interpreted by different methods. If one think he himself has already live life to the fullest, then he really did for nobody is a good judge on who and whom has live a full life.

I don't want to be a loser all the time.

Suddenly this strange tinge of sadness overwhelmed me again. I thought i already throw and forget away my pass but it seems history can never be distored. The fact that i fuck up my A level will never and ever be erased. Perhaps i really need a yellow ribbon to remind the world that people do and can change. And i won't be a loser forever.

Actually stress do not come from the schwork, your boyfriend or girlfriend, peers, teachers. The stress actually come from the parents. Has one ever think back that when you do well, your parents, your uncle and aunties are like the paparazzi, trying to capture that every moment of you doing well. Whipping out their digi cams and capture that priceless moment that no visa can buy with it when you are standing at the stage, receiving some prizes from your principals or better, some minister. Those who can't attend will call you such that on that day, you receive more calls than you usually do.

The most fascinating thing is that, they will do to your bidding! No matter its that new nokia engage or that new palm top that your friend dicky has his dad brought for him, those gifts will be neatly wrapped and placed on your bed and when you woke up, you thought santa grandpa has just visited you in advanced. And maybe really he did visit you, because you do well.

Doing well and getting good result is perhaps the best spell that is casted. Bomoh's potion do not work as much powerful as it does. The result, heap of praises, prizes both from school and your relatives. You will be able to raise your chin high, when you walk, the wind will trail behind you. Everybody will sort of bow at your presence. Such is the powerful result of getting good result.

But what if you do not get good result? It means the clock has strike 12. The cinderella moment that you have been enjoying is over. The first indication is that how teacher frown at you upon giving you your result. The spell casted on your parents and relatives do not work anymore. The call do not pour in. Those encouraging and praises like :" woah ah boi/girl, so clever ah" become " aiyo, how come you so stupid, i not even score so low before".

Praise charles darwin for his theory of evolution. It really has been proven time and time again when one has fall from grace. You are not the centre of attraction and topic during family functions. This is the cruelty of the world.

That is why i told myself time and time again. I can't afford to do poorly again. I want the wind to catch up with me and trail behind my back again. I want to hold my chin high. I want the spell to work again. I want to be the centre of attraction. I do not want to drop into the darkness of the abyss.

Laugh at all you want. Mock me please. Because you won't have the chance again.

Because i don't want to be a loser all the time

And

I won't be the loser ever.

"Anything that the human mind can conceive and believe in, he will achieve"

----Think and grow rich, Napoleon Hill

Those chao recruit days...

Chao recruit is what all newly enlisted fresh soldiers are being labelled. The origin of this label is not known but i guess it is due to their body odour. Almost spending three quarters of the time(with the remaining one quarter visiting medical centre, sleeping, chao geng, do pumping, do push up) under the hot sun doing some warfare training, its of no wonder that those recruit smell badly.

The most funny thing is that once you put on the green camo uniform, smell and dirt almost become non existance to you. Upon reminiscing those good old days, i wonder how i could stand the stench coming out of my uniform which has not been washed for 1 week. And everybody seems to develop a fetish for their smelly uniform. I mean, when you wash your clothes, it is natural for you, after hanging the clothes out in the sun, to smell the freshness that are emitted out from the clothes. But, i realised in the army, after we hang out the SOILED clothing out to dry( dry our sweat), we still smell those clothes, as though it has been freshly washed. And this action is repeated everytime a soldier go take his clothes from the laundry line.

Also, like i said, we sort of become oblivious to the smell and dirt when we wear those fighting garb. We can sleep anywhere, any place, any time. If you ask me, to sleep anywhere, at any place and at any time with me wearing my t-shirt and jeans, i don't think i could do that.

The army is just like a huge boy school. The official language spoke inside is hokkien, singlish with lots of vulgarities spew added into our speech. No one to mind our Ps and Qs,we can dig our nose everywhere, we can appear half naked and walk from bunk to bunk. No one to tell us to speak proper english also. It's a totally carefree life. We did study inside the army like what we do in school. However the 2 most favourite subject are mathematics and geography. Often, we would discuss the vital stats of those bikini babes featured on the front cover of the magazines. The recommanded text book, or should i say, text mag is FHM. Fight or quarrels could be resolved with just a FHM in hand.It's power is undisputable.

As for geography, we can now navigate the winding lorongs of geylang without any difficulties. No GPS system needed.

In the army, every month is the seventh month. I often wonder why those spirits or ghosts or whatever do not stake out innocent and clueless young men of age 18 at their HDB flats, on the dancefloor of Zouk or in the toilet. Of all places, they must shout Boo at them in the army. And i think those spirit is omnipresent. The sergeant from Jurong camp will tell you that he saw fatimah sitting at the top of the jackob ladder of their camp. But when you ask that sentry guard in Nee Soon, he will tell you he saw fatimah sitting at the top of the jackob ladder also. Best of all, her presence has even been sighted in Pulau Tekong, Singapore off shore training isle. The ability of being sighted at different places at the same time is, interesting.

We do not usually walk in the army, we run. From place to place, we are being told to "double up". When we run, we would always feel oxygen is lacking. But this is not the case in those army adverts you saw in the tv. Those soldiers can run, without opening their mouth and breathe! I mean this is unbelievable. Either they breathe through their nose or they didn't breathe at all! But when you run at that pace and you breathe using your nose, the oxygen intake will not be enough for your body. So the question is, how do those soldiers in the advert manage to do it? Is that a real protrayal? When you sign on, are you those hopefuls who think you can run along the uneven terrain for 1 hour or so at a speed of completing 2.4km in under 10 min with the 10kg bag behind you, plus your wife and yet you do not need to breathe and can still achieve that feat?

Yesterday i was envious and jealous. When i am waiting for the MRT , i saw 2 chao recruits in the first cabin. Thinking that they must have book out for having fever or something, i do not feel anything. But when the second cabin , the third and all right up to the last, i saw recruits after recuits. So many of them! And suddenly it occur to me that now, they only need to train for 5 days. But booking out in the afternoon?! It mean they only train for 4 and a half days! I was jealous. Why the 2 yrs deduction, the 5 working days scheme did not start when i was a recruit?

However soon my anger and jealousy were appeased when i discover that there is this pretty, young sexy thing sitted opposite me, has such nice pair of legs and i quickly rekindled with the maths skills that i learned in the army. But, that is another story......

I am such nice guy!! hahaha

This is what i found in my friendster bulletin: http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/~jenf/writing/rant04.html

Ode to the Nice Guys

This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!).

But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

The film 12 storeys presents real slices of life. It is so truthful that it hurts. Do you agree?

12 storeys is a home-produced film by Eric Koo. The show basically is satirical one, i feel. This is because normally, films regarding Singapore tend to show her people to be very happy, without problems, live well and eat well. However this film depict the true Singporean behind that wonderful facade.
The true view about Singaporean is watched by this spirit of this man who has jumped down from the building. The show try to show a very accurate portrayal of the average Singaporean. I do agree to a certain extent.

The first scene is of this man who jumped down from the twelveth storeys. It may seems insignificant at first but actually it is not. What make is siginificant is how the people, the residents' attitude toward his death. We could see a group of people crowding around his body and they look very helplessly, do not know what to do. This to me is an excellent portrayal of the average Singaporean. Seldom you will see people render help to someone in need. I recalled about this article in the newspaper which says the commuter in the cabin of the MRT just sat there as though nothing has happened when a boy was beaten up by a group of thugs. The film's portrayal of Singaporean as being cold hearted, generally is quite true. However to say that all Singaporean are cold hearted may seems to be a sweeping statement, given that some do went up to help when others are in need of help, for example the foreman who went back to the rubble to help his worker to escape from the nicole highway collapse but he himself perished as he went back to the rubble. But i must say such people are still a handful and most Singaporean are cold hearted. Therefore , i do agree with what the film is trying to say.

Secondly, the focus is changed to this man who marry a China Wife. The China wife is being depicted as a money greedy woman who marry a Singaporean for his money. Perhaps there is a handful in Singapore who marry for the sake of money but then i do not quite agree to that. My uncle married a China girl. They live happily for about 10 years now with a daughter. My uncle is not rich so the question of my aunty marrying him for the sake of money is out. Therefore i do not agree with what the movie is trying to say. Beside, how could the movie portray women from China to be so bad?

Lastly, i want to touch on the part where the character, the yong tau foo seller, try to have sex with his wife. The wife mentioned that he already have it for 3 times in a week and he want it againThis is bullshit. The annual survey by Durex says Singaporean man are the least interested in sex. So what is the film trying to do?! Hello! Singaporean man are not sex crazed, although we often search for britney spears in the internet but that is another story.

Although 12 storeys try to depicted the true Singaporean life, but i think it only succeed halfway. Nevertheless, it is a great film where there is alot of hidden messages where you need to read between the scene in order to understand what the producer is trying to convey to the audiences.

I hate blog!!!

i hate blog and i still maintain that stand. I do not know y girls lurve to set up blog, its a waste of time!!! But then, in order to 三脚 my teacher who insist everybody must have, so here i am. Pathetic me sia, i always maintain that blog are bo liao and here i am, having 1!!!
But no choice,
for the sake of getting A in critical reasoning skills module,
for the sake of distinction,
for the sake of getting Cert of merit,
for the sake of going to a good Uni,
for the sake of graduating with first class honour,
for the sake of filing for income tax when i start working,
for the sake of paying, hm....10% GST?

for the sake of paying fines if i ever need to(Sg is a fine city mah),
for the sake of living in a big house, have a big car,
for the sake of that pack of durex condom if i ever need,
for the sake of calling 1900 to NKF and add to their reserves,
for the sake of yet another charity show in the name of the president,
for the sake of another charity show over at channel U( they must fight with mediacorp mah.so die die also must have charity shows)
for the sake of yet another school children holding that tin can and looking at me with that sad- filled- puppy -for- the -sake -of-charity pair of-eyes,

for the sake of buying that rolex that my father always wanted,
for the sake of my mum who want that poh heng jewellry,
for the sake of my future wife, her gown, her ring, her...aiyah her everything lah!!

for the sake of the birth of my future children,
for the sake of their milk powder money,
for the sake of their nappy money,
for the sake of their education,
for the sake of the countless ang bao i have to give after i married,
for the sake of giving Bigger ang bao to my own children,
for the sake of having a good retirement nest after that,
for the sake of the doctor fees when i grow old and become sickly,
for the sake of my coffin, the funeral procession, the urn charge, the cremation charge, embalmer charge, the gim jua moneys, the sai kong fees, the monk fees,
and lastly, for the sake of giving my children each a bigger share of inheritance so that they won't fight over their dead old dad money.

So Miss Sabrina Wong( i use Miss), u must give me an A!!!! its for the sake of everything in my whole wretched life!!! argh!!!!!!!