B777
MH370
Watercolour by Eric Xiao
May our prayers and thoughts be with them
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Malaysia Airlines
B777
MH370
Watercolour by Eric Xiao
May our prayers and thoughts be with them
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Man aren't forever
Pardon my words, not because of the conspicuous tone hidden underneath the rather agitating words but as a lie, to persuade you into believing my voices are wrong in case it doesn't happen in the near future.
Men have progressed thus far, but yet we don't feel as noble as we should. Technology and discoveries projected out on our prophecy demands great potential, something which I think is a bit extravagant for our society. We have enjoyed life and in our minds we think humans have done a great job. That humans have continuously developed and enhanced each other to propel civilization to new levels.
Right now you are thinking: Yes, so what's the issue? You'll not missing my point. All these above are true, with money. Nowadays things that are created only surface on drawing boards, brains and attention grabbing commercial ventures. Stuffs that are only applicable to please boardmembers and stakeholders as well as raise awareness for funding things that can never exist in our era. We have progressed to a point where practicality and style can never exist under a roof for a simple reason, money.
It has been torturous for people to be presented with ideas that are hopeful but the end product failed miserably. Stylings that were never given as promised. Quality that could never match those produced half a century ago or less. The cost of living on as a progressive human is becoming expensive.
There can never be reduced poverty gap, impossible. Inflation is another word for trying to cover companies from growing larger while their workforce remains where they are. Have you seen the salaries of the lower end people? Mind you, things are uglier than you could explain with GDP and NNPs. These are only words coming out from an English essay written by students who only care about statistics, or from a politician, conveniently quoting in order to please the publics.
Men have progressed thus far, but yet we don't feel as noble as we should. Technology and discoveries projected out on our prophecy demands great potential, something which I think is a bit extravagant for our society. We have enjoyed life and in our minds we think humans have done a great job. That humans have continuously developed and enhanced each other to propel civilization to new levels.
Right now you are thinking: Yes, so what's the issue? You'll not missing my point. All these above are true, with money. Nowadays things that are created only surface on drawing boards, brains and attention grabbing commercial ventures. Stuffs that are only applicable to please boardmembers and stakeholders as well as raise awareness for funding things that can never exist in our era. We have progressed to a point where practicality and style can never exist under a roof for a simple reason, money.
It has been torturous for people to be presented with ideas that are hopeful but the end product failed miserably. Stylings that were never given as promised. Quality that could never match those produced half a century ago or less. The cost of living on as a progressive human is becoming expensive.
There can never be reduced poverty gap, impossible. Inflation is another word for trying to cover companies from growing larger while their workforce remains where they are. Have you seen the salaries of the lower end people? Mind you, things are uglier than you could explain with GDP and NNPs. These are only words coming out from an English essay written by students who only care about statistics, or from a politician, conveniently quoting in order to please the publics.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Great Murphy
Normally I wouldn't bother to post something here, which means an extra-terrestrial event occured today. Before I continue, I must clarify that all thoughts and words are portrayed by ME on MYself, thus no charges are liable to ME.
So it begins, I was going to enjoy and prepare myself for my first driving test, not a difficult thing to do by the way. On the last second I was told my unit would be having a mass therapy session at Jurong Camp, ok I thought. Who knows this is the start of the unfortunate events.
The session dragged on for hours, survived through yawnings and cursings. It went on. Which leaves me urgent for my test. I darted out of the gate, first, unusual for someone of my laziness. Tried to hail a cab which never came. Deep in my hearts I thought, well, wait then, how hard can the test be.
With confidence I missed part of my warm-up, panting and still cursing. I started my round, and it actually went well. I meditated in the mood room, where everyone retires themselves for the actual happening.
The round started, perfect all the way out to the Choa Chu Kang region where I was still concentrating hard to keep mistake free. But I guess all the situations listed above took their toll on my attention.
An idiot in a black van swerved out of the junction and without any remorse for my plates, he darted across me with speed, leaving behind a tester with his foot on the brake and looking at me, granting his own way of compassion for me by ticking on the circle, its all over.
To the Army, please, follow whichever timing is given, don't give false impression.
To the Black Van driver, I will personally thrash your door and roast your van while you're inside.
To God, I have given you chances for the past 20 years, whatever things you may compensate(quite impossible and unlikely) or you choose to continue your sadism and ridicule, I swear upon myself(no point since you're the one I'm going after) that I will roast you alive too.
Normally I wouldn't bother to post something here, which means an extra-terrestrial event occured today. Before I continue, I must clarify that all thoughts and words are portrayed by ME on MYself, thus no charges are liable to ME.
So it begins, I was going to enjoy and prepare myself for my first driving test, not a difficult thing to do by the way. On the last second I was told my unit would be having a mass therapy session at Jurong Camp, ok I thought. Who knows this is the start of the unfortunate events.
The session dragged on for hours, survived through yawnings and cursings. It went on. Which leaves me urgent for my test. I darted out of the gate, first, unusual for someone of my laziness. Tried to hail a cab which never came. Deep in my hearts I thought, well, wait then, how hard can the test be.
With confidence I missed part of my warm-up, panting and still cursing. I started my round, and it actually went well. I meditated in the mood room, where everyone retires themselves for the actual happening.
The round started, perfect all the way out to the Choa Chu Kang region where I was still concentrating hard to keep mistake free. But I guess all the situations listed above took their toll on my attention.
An idiot in a black van swerved out of the junction and without any remorse for my plates, he darted across me with speed, leaving behind a tester with his foot on the brake and looking at me, granting his own way of compassion for me by ticking on the circle, its all over.
To the Army, please, follow whichever timing is given, don't give false impression.
To the Black Van driver, I will personally thrash your door and roast your van while you're inside.
To God, I have given you chances for the past 20 years, whatever things you may compensate(quite impossible and unlikely) or you choose to continue your sadism and ridicule, I swear upon myself(no point since you're the one I'm going after) that I will roast you alive too.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Resurrection
Encountering a movie that depicted mirages of your memory is worth spending the efforts. Our human brain works at only a tiny portion, the rest is just to make sure our mind does not lose control over ourselves. Only when there is a magical window channelled deep into your memory does it occur to you how precious it was, how ignorant you were and how you've crossed your fingers for an enchanted second chance.If you aren't someone who respects those who are ill, nonchalant towards those who have an affection then I suggest you turn to the next sadistic blog you might run across. Cancer is an infestation, it roams deep, unaware by its possession of your body. One day it might erupt and cause discord. The past week has been my first visit back to Shanghai since this imbecile has been diagnosed to be running around inside my grandfather. Treatments have helped him recovered his past expression, seemingly unperturbed by the incident.
Every day chances are available; some useful, some sensible. Choosing to realize and cherish them is another. Never complain about luck, it doesn't exist though you might feel better if you worship it.
那些年。。。
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Clowns and Dictators
The relationship about the two is simple. Jester the man on the throne and you'll be regarded as a valuable asset to the mass. We look up to the clowns, expecting perfection and it usually isn't the case. But then we discovered the horrible truth, they weren't exactly doing their job well to please, and now, it has drawn the wrath of the spectators.
Since 2011, the transport sector of Singapore has been rather traumatised by one particular company, SMRT. Before I start tormenting and lambasting the events that unfolded and the actions being taken, let me ask. What was the dictator of the largest transport firm in Singapore doing when the clowns cocked up the system?
SMRT has a reputation for having the most expensive taxis locally. Why spend the money on Chevrolet Epicas when you could have Volkswagens. Why spend money on Chryslers when you could have BMWs. Someone wasn't thinking at moment along with the lady on the throne. I could only assume that she was in a hotel with an SBS spy. We have already complained for their service which lacked quality and what have they done? They requested for price increase, fine. And they made everythign worse.
Does the Board of Directors have any other uses besides collecting more people's cash into their pockets after they invested their money which I presume they had won from lottery? Could anyone explain. I would have thought they done their job in firms like Microsoft, Toyota but in SMRT, this just doesn't make sense.
Does the Board of Directors have any other uses besides collecting more people's cash into their pockets after they invested their money which I presume they had won from lottery? Could anyone explain. I would have thought they done their job in firms like Microsoft, Toyota but in SMRT, this just doesn't make sense.
