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Thursday, July 28, 2005
my idol
Focus, focus, focus... that's what I found myself saying. There I was on the court I haven't played on in such a long time, playing bball once again... and what's more, playing with someone revered by many in the bball scene.
I got to play bball with one of my idols in the bball scene, together with Jac and QiHui. It was quite fun, and for some reason, I tried to play my best, perhaps to prove to him and the others that I am a good player, or at least someone worthy of playing with, perhaps. However, I did commit several mistakes in the game, but I'm still star-struck... ahhh...
Going to take part in a 3-on-3 on next Sunday with Jac and QiHui. Hope it all goes well. Basically wanna just go and have some fun, but I don't want to get knocked out in the first round either.
Work today was hectic. Pauline was on leave, and Amanda is on-course. I had to take over their things and I found myself unsettled and testy the whole day, esp before lunch. Didn't even go for lunch... just went down and bought a curry puff and a bun. Couldn't eat with all the things pending.
However, I'm glad and relieved cos I've taken leave for tmr! Haha... I'm going back to school tmr to collect my grad cert. And also to take time off from the hustle and bustle at work...
I got to play bball with one of my idols in the bball scene, together with Jac and QiHui. It was quite fun, and for some reason, I tried to play my best, perhaps to prove to him and the others that I am a good player, or at least someone worthy of playing with, perhaps. However, I did commit several mistakes in the game, but I'm still star-struck... ahhh...
Going to take part in a 3-on-3 on next Sunday with Jac and QiHui. Hope it all goes well. Basically wanna just go and have some fun, but I don't want to get knocked out in the first round either.
Work today was hectic. Pauline was on leave, and Amanda is on-course. I had to take over their things and I found myself unsettled and testy the whole day, esp before lunch. Didn't even go for lunch... just went down and bought a curry puff and a bun. Couldn't eat with all the things pending.
However, I'm glad and relieved cos I've taken leave for tmr! Haha... I'm going back to school tmr to collect my grad cert. And also to take time off from the hustle and bustle at work...
Monday, July 25, 2005
Pippen... you will be greatly missed...
pippen...
Today is yet another gloomy day... for my terrapin, Pippen has passed away on this fateful day. I was not home when it passed on, and I didn't see its body, which is good perhaps as it would have made things worse if I had. From the day that Jordan passed on, I knew it would be Pippen's turn soon, what with its ailments. And true to that, it did leave us today, having, according to my brother, drowned.
Pippen actually fell off the stone it usually rests on and it fell into the water, legs up. Due to its failing leg, it couldn't turn itself around and drowned as a result. Perhaps it already was too weak for it had given up eating and all it seemed to do was lay on the stone and sleep.
Pippen, the smaller of the two, was usually picked on by the bigger Jordan. However, whenever they stacked together on the stone, with Pippen on top of Jordan, they looked so adorable. And I recall how Pippen used to be so frightened whenever my brother stood near to the tank, with it usually diving into the water in fear.
I'm sorry for leading to its demise. However, I hope it at least enjoyed the life I tried to provide for it. Goodbye Pippen. Hope you'll be merry with Jordan, once again.
Pippen actually fell off the stone it usually rests on and it fell into the water, legs up. Due to its failing leg, it couldn't turn itself around and drowned as a result. Perhaps it already was too weak for it had given up eating and all it seemed to do was lay on the stone and sleep.
Pippen, the smaller of the two, was usually picked on by the bigger Jordan. However, whenever they stacked together on the stone, with Pippen on top of Jordan, they looked so adorable. And I recall how Pippen used to be so frightened whenever my brother stood near to the tank, with it usually diving into the water in fear.
I'm sorry for leading to its demise. However, I hope it at least enjoyed the life I tried to provide for it. Goodbye Pippen. Hope you'll be merry with Jordan, once again.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
oncoming trip to KL
Jam-packed streets with honking cars emitting almost-lethal doses of carbon monoxide, dust filled streets, crowded shophouses, uneven roads with bumps and potholes, a misty 'haze' in the atmosphere, open sewage with pungent 'aroma'... ah, i do miss KL so much...
Don't get me wrong, I'm not dissing the living conditions in KL. I actually like it in KL. Though not as sanitary as our 'clean and green' city, I actually like the rustic and slightly more 'rural' environment over there.
Yes, I am aware that KL is a city as well; it's not really pasture-filled greens and mountains and all. But somehow KL is different from S'pore, just a little more reminiscent of the past than what we have here. People live in houses with yards and all. In S'pore, only the rich can afford those. But in M'sia, it's pretty much the norm. And every household has at least one car - it's a necessity over there.
I used to dream of living in KL. I liked the seemingly slower pace of life over there. But then again, life always seems better in a foreign land, especially when you're over there for leisure. I call it the 'holiday illusion'. Everything just seems so much better and with all your commitments and stress over here in S'pore, anywhere else on the earth, be it the Sahara Desert, China, US or the Amazon, seems to promise a much better life.
I will be going to KL in Aug to visit my secondary school pal, Sonia. Haven't seen her in quite a while and I am looking forward to the trip. Aside from visiting her, I will also be going over there for a short shopping spree. My list of things to buy is growing with each passing day as I hold back when I see something I like now and put it on my list of things to look out for and get when I'm in KL, obviously in hope that the same item can be obtained at a much cheaper price.
KL actually reminds me of Bangkok... Speaking of which, I MISS BANGKOK!
Don't get me wrong, I'm not dissing the living conditions in KL. I actually like it in KL. Though not as sanitary as our 'clean and green' city, I actually like the rustic and slightly more 'rural' environment over there.
Yes, I am aware that KL is a city as well; it's not really pasture-filled greens and mountains and all. But somehow KL is different from S'pore, just a little more reminiscent of the past than what we have here. People live in houses with yards and all. In S'pore, only the rich can afford those. But in M'sia, it's pretty much the norm. And every household has at least one car - it's a necessity over there.
I used to dream of living in KL. I liked the seemingly slower pace of life over there. But then again, life always seems better in a foreign land, especially when you're over there for leisure. I call it the 'holiday illusion'. Everything just seems so much better and with all your commitments and stress over here in S'pore, anywhere else on the earth, be it the Sahara Desert, China, US or the Amazon, seems to promise a much better life.
I will be going to KL in Aug to visit my secondary school pal, Sonia. Haven't seen her in quite a while and I am looking forward to the trip. Aside from visiting her, I will also be going over there for a short shopping spree. My list of things to buy is growing with each passing day as I hold back when I see something I like now and put it on my list of things to look out for and get when I'm in KL, obviously in hope that the same item can be obtained at a much cheaper price.
KL actually reminds me of Bangkok... Speaking of which, I MISS BANGKOK!
Monday, July 18, 2005
spooky?
"Evon, did you hear something?"
I turned to Nana and replied that I did, recalling vaguely how I did hear a barely audible noise a few moments ago. Thinking it was the wind, I dismissed it. However, my suspicions arose having heard what Nana just asked me.
"Erm, yeah, I did hear something. I thought it was the wind blowing."
"I thought I heard a child crying..." Nana said.
Even my initial assumption of what that sound was seemed a little swayed, as I realised how the windows in the office were mostly all sealed shut, and if it was the wind, why did it only sound at that one moment, when all was quite for that one short moment when the printers weren't printing and the phones weren't ringing.
"Where did that sound come from?" enquired Nana.
"I heard it from behind us..." I replied, as my eyes roamed the space behind us.
At this moment, Elsie passed by, asking us what was wrong.
"Did you hear anything just now?" Nana asked, once again.
"No..." replied Elsie.
"I thought i heard the wind..." I replied once again, almost foolishly.
"Like a 'woooooo' sound huh?" Elsie asked.
"Yeah, yeah!" exclaimed Nana.
We looked around us and then we all fell silent, before going back to our work.
"Eh, tonight got Incredible Tales right?" asked Nana.
I merely pondered for a second before replying.
"Ya."
I turned to Nana and replied that I did, recalling vaguely how I did hear a barely audible noise a few moments ago. Thinking it was the wind, I dismissed it. However, my suspicions arose having heard what Nana just asked me.
"Erm, yeah, I did hear something. I thought it was the wind blowing."
"I thought I heard a child crying..." Nana said.
Even my initial assumption of what that sound was seemed a little swayed, as I realised how the windows in the office were mostly all sealed shut, and if it was the wind, why did it only sound at that one moment, when all was quite for that one short moment when the printers weren't printing and the phones weren't ringing.
"Where did that sound come from?" enquired Nana.
"I heard it from behind us..." I replied, as my eyes roamed the space behind us.
At this moment, Elsie passed by, asking us what was wrong.
"Did you hear anything just now?" Nana asked, once again.
"No..." replied Elsie.
"I thought i heard the wind..." I replied once again, almost foolishly.
"Like a 'woooooo' sound huh?" Elsie asked.
"Yeah, yeah!" exclaimed Nana.
We looked around us and then we all fell silent, before going back to our work.
"Eh, tonight got Incredible Tales right?" asked Nana.
I merely pondered for a second before replying.
"Ya."
Sunday, July 17, 2005
is this my life?
I wake up before the break of dawn, and within an hour, i'm out of the house, my feet fast and steady like those of others on their way to work... the train rushes past and as the gust of wind hits me, i wonder why i'm doing this day in and out... for 6 days of the week, my life is as simple as this - so organised, so routine... so boring.
As the clock strikes 1730, i pack up hurriedly and with fastened footsteps, i make my way back to the train station and find myself huddled in a crowded train once again. No one has time to stop and relax. It's always the same - people rushing to and fro, none stopping to take a breather.
And like so many others, i pine for the weekends - finally a time to rest and relax and do what we all want. But as it arrives, i find myself repeating the same things each time... and wonder if this is all that life has to offer.
I really need something new and exciting... something that i can look back to and say, now that's been a great and fruitful life. I haven't lived for nothing. My existence was not a waste.
As the clock strikes 1730, i pack up hurriedly and with fastened footsteps, i make my way back to the train station and find myself huddled in a crowded train once again. No one has time to stop and relax. It's always the same - people rushing to and fro, none stopping to take a breather.
And like so many others, i pine for the weekends - finally a time to rest and relax and do what we all want. But as it arrives, i find myself repeating the same things each time... and wonder if this is all that life has to offer.
I really need something new and exciting... something that i can look back to and say, now that's been a great and fruitful life. I haven't lived for nothing. My existence was not a waste.
Friday, July 15, 2005
tripple shot kopi o!
The phone rings and I unassumingly pick it up.
"Good morning; TTM Travel, Evon speaking."
Who knew that one single name could make me cringe and regret having answered that call. We've been procrastinating about talking to her and I, personally, had been dreading talking to her again, especially regarding that certain issue. And of all the people who happened to pick up her call, I had to be the one. And of course, I was the one who drew all the flak that she threw, again. I thought being subjected to it once before was bad enough, but having to explain something which I should not be held liable for for the second time is horrid, and not to mention a super waste of my energy and saliva.
It was a total waste of my time trying to explain to someone who apparently didn't even want to hear me out and comprehend the position I was in. Being the middle-man sucks. And it pissed me off even more when our salesman called her and managed to solve the problem, cos it meant that she didn't take what I said into consideration. Geez... to heck with unreasonable people like her. Even my usually good-natured manager flared up when I explained the situation to her.
Plus my extremely strong and bitter 'tripple shot kopi-o' didn't help either. A cup of coffee made from three big and overflowing teaspoons of coffee powder really has the power to stain your insides black and make you feel like crap the entire day. I suffered from such a bad headache and I found myself being edgy for the entire day; my eyes couldn't even focus on a single thing for a short while as I found my eyes darting from place to place, object to object.
Ah, the power of Evon's wonderful and potent 'tripple shot kopi-o'! Any one wants me to make them a cuppa next time?
"Good morning; TTM Travel, Evon speaking."
Who knew that one single name could make me cringe and regret having answered that call. We've been procrastinating about talking to her and I, personally, had been dreading talking to her again, especially regarding that certain issue. And of all the people who happened to pick up her call, I had to be the one. And of course, I was the one who drew all the flak that she threw, again. I thought being subjected to it once before was bad enough, but having to explain something which I should not be held liable for for the second time is horrid, and not to mention a super waste of my energy and saliva.
It was a total waste of my time trying to explain to someone who apparently didn't even want to hear me out and comprehend the position I was in. Being the middle-man sucks. And it pissed me off even more when our salesman called her and managed to solve the problem, cos it meant that she didn't take what I said into consideration. Geez... to heck with unreasonable people like her. Even my usually good-natured manager flared up when I explained the situation to her.
Plus my extremely strong and bitter 'tripple shot kopi-o' didn't help either. A cup of coffee made from three big and overflowing teaspoons of coffee powder really has the power to stain your insides black and make you feel like crap the entire day. I suffered from such a bad headache and I found myself being edgy for the entire day; my eyes couldn't even focus on a single thing for a short while as I found my eyes darting from place to place, object to object.
Ah, the power of Evon's wonderful and potent 'tripple shot kopi-o'! Any one wants me to make them a cuppa next time?
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Jordan
you will be greatly missed
I still remember how he used to swim around happily, always hungry for more food, looking at me with such concentration, waiting for my tweezer holding the shrimp to lower towards his mouth.
Jordan was a gift from Danny. Actually, I went over to his place and saw Jordan there on his coffee table. Jordan was Danny's nephew's pet and I recall how he used to play with me, following my finger along the edge of the tank, swimming furiously as if he could swim out of the tank if he swam with all his might. I took an instant liking for that little fella and I decided to take it under my care.
Afraid that he might be lonely all by himself, I bought him a fellow playmate, Pippen. Pippen was much smaller in size and the bigger Jordan would always bully Pippen by snatching his food. He was such a playful fella. But one day all the fun ended...
Jordan lost his sight and stopped being as energetic as before. He wouldn't, or perhaps, couldn't eat. He became visibly thinner and it was heart-wrenching to see him grow weaker with each passing day. Finally, his little heart gave up and he passed away peacefully in his sleep yesterday. His body was stiff and I wasn't even certain if he was dead. I was looking into the tank like I usually do, and I noticed how Jordan looked slightly different. It was as if he was finally 'released'. It even looked as if he was slightly happy. But I knew it was over for him, as well as our relationship.
I love him and thank him for all the joy that he has brought into my life. I'll always remember the first time I saw him, that tiny little terrapin swimming energetically in that tank. I am sorry for any wrong that I have done; sorry for not having taken good care of him.
Jordan was a gift from Danny. Actually, I went over to his place and saw Jordan there on his coffee table. Jordan was Danny's nephew's pet and I recall how he used to play with me, following my finger along the edge of the tank, swimming furiously as if he could swim out of the tank if he swam with all his might. I took an instant liking for that little fella and I decided to take it under my care.
Afraid that he might be lonely all by himself, I bought him a fellow playmate, Pippen. Pippen was much smaller in size and the bigger Jordan would always bully Pippen by snatching his food. He was such a playful fella. But one day all the fun ended...
Jordan lost his sight and stopped being as energetic as before. He wouldn't, or perhaps, couldn't eat. He became visibly thinner and it was heart-wrenching to see him grow weaker with each passing day. Finally, his little heart gave up and he passed away peacefully in his sleep yesterday. His body was stiff and I wasn't even certain if he was dead. I was looking into the tank like I usually do, and I noticed how Jordan looked slightly different. It was as if he was finally 'released'. It even looked as if he was slightly happy. But I knew it was over for him, as well as our relationship.
I love him and thank him for all the joy that he has brought into my life. I'll always remember the first time I saw him, that tiny little terrapin swimming energetically in that tank. I am sorry for any wrong that I have done; sorry for not having taken good care of him.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
desperate housewives
Yesterday's episode of Desperate Housewives should, in my opinion, be coined as 'The Fall of Bree'.
It was amazing, how in asingle shot, we could see the demise of an exceptionally strong woman. Never have we seen her breakdown and cry... until yesterday, that is. In that moment when she heard of her husband's death, I could literally see her crumbling to pieces, before finally dissolving into a cloud of dust as her defences fell and she broke down for the very first time.
It's like a Stepford wife gone ga-ga, losing her senses and good-mannered behaviour finally. The volcano erupts; the time bomb detonates; the great wall crumbles...
It was an astonishing scene, enhanced and made possible by Marcia Cross' incredible acting. I applaud the people behind the scenes of the show for having created such an enticing show, coupled with the fantastic acting and the great storyline.
I bet many others, like myself, are looking forward to the airing of the second season of the show. Doesn't help that the show ended in a cliff-hanger style...
It was amazing, how in asingle shot, we could see the demise of an exceptionally strong woman. Never have we seen her breakdown and cry... until yesterday, that is. In that moment when she heard of her husband's death, I could literally see her crumbling to pieces, before finally dissolving into a cloud of dust as her defences fell and she broke down for the very first time.
It's like a Stepford wife gone ga-ga, losing her senses and good-mannered behaviour finally. The volcano erupts; the time bomb detonates; the great wall crumbles...
It was an astonishing scene, enhanced and made possible by Marcia Cross' incredible acting. I applaud the people behind the scenes of the show for having created such an enticing show, coupled with the fantastic acting and the great storyline.
I bet many others, like myself, are looking forward to the airing of the second season of the show. Doesn't help that the show ended in a cliff-hanger style...
Monday, July 11, 2005
a new lease of life for me?
Finally decided to go looking for a team to play for in the Women's Open game... no guarantees of course, but I miss training... all those torturing drills, seeing the coach yelling and stuff... it's really kinda fun actually... esp when there's other people to share it all with u... solidarity, i'd say...
And of course, having to wake up the next day realising how much your body aches... and thinking you've had a really good workout... but thinking of how you have training again... you sign but resign to life once again... ah... i miss that life as a player with a team to belong to...
And of course, having to wake up the next day realising how much your body aches... and thinking you've had a really good workout... but thinking of how you have training again... you sign but resign to life once again... ah... i miss that life as a player with a team to belong to...
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
The happy family... such a wonderful picture...
The MCM girls at the dinner...
Lady in red...
The girls at Table 4... except Laura didn't belong to the table.. haha
That's (left to right) me, Yin, Adeline & Nicole. Love Nic's dress!
The MCM group
Laura & me - looks like we're sharing the rose, no? haha
Tim with Adeline as we prepare to leave
Here's another of me and the bride...love that sari!
The Bachelor?
Nah, it's just a pic of us with Sean (I think) haha... not sure abt his name there...
basketball for all
Sports has transcended time and games that were played decades ago are still in the scene till today. Football, soccer, golf, hockey, baseball... and basketball... they've all had a history, a beginning and have yet to see an end...
People reading this blog shld know I am an avid basketball fan... however, it pisses me off to see how the sport still remains a predominantly male one... with so many competitions for guys (the Men's Open, Youth Cup, Inter-Constituency Cup and the many invitational cups - Boon Lay, Yuhua, Chong Pang...) and so few for females (Women's Open, Youth Cup). With so few cups for the females, it's no wonder Singapore remains stagnant, or in my opinion, deteriorating in the basketball scene.
There are a couple of rules for the cups that I definitely do not approve of, such as not allowing national team players to play and not allowing non-Singaporeans to play... all these came about frm a new and revised ruling, something that has been constantly changing throughout the years. However, by allowing national team players and foreigners or PRs to play, the cups will become so much more competitive and interesting. As witnessed in the Singapore Cup held at Singapore Indoor stadium, S'pore does have a huge fan base for basketball and they do enjoy watching foreigners play, perhaps more than watching locals as they can see more amazing and spectacular plays carried out by the foreigners. And by watching them, we can only stand to gain. Playing with better players will help improve the team and with the current situation. Perhaps this is just the cure to the drought.
And as witnessed in the Singapore Cup, the team of Philippinos played so much better as compared to our own S'pore team. With such talent on our shores, why don't we utilise their skills and help improve the basketball scene in S'pore? We're recruiting players frm China and other countries anyway; why don't we make use of what we have and utilise our PR citizens who are already on the island? I believe they can play as well, if not better, than our local players.
Don't get me wrong - I love basketball and I respect our local players, coaches and all; which is why I'm bringing this up. I hope to see the day when basketball is given the hype and glamour it deserves, and perhaps a start to achieving these would be to let foreigners, national team players and PR citizens play in the competitions, as well as increase the number of competitions available, to the females especially.
People reading this blog shld know I am an avid basketball fan... however, it pisses me off to see how the sport still remains a predominantly male one... with so many competitions for guys (the Men's Open, Youth Cup, Inter-Constituency Cup and the many invitational cups - Boon Lay, Yuhua, Chong Pang...) and so few for females (Women's Open, Youth Cup). With so few cups for the females, it's no wonder Singapore remains stagnant, or in my opinion, deteriorating in the basketball scene.
There are a couple of rules for the cups that I definitely do not approve of, such as not allowing national team players to play and not allowing non-Singaporeans to play... all these came about frm a new and revised ruling, something that has been constantly changing throughout the years. However, by allowing national team players and foreigners or PRs to play, the cups will become so much more competitive and interesting. As witnessed in the Singapore Cup held at Singapore Indoor stadium, S'pore does have a huge fan base for basketball and they do enjoy watching foreigners play, perhaps more than watching locals as they can see more amazing and spectacular plays carried out by the foreigners. And by watching them, we can only stand to gain. Playing with better players will help improve the team and with the current situation. Perhaps this is just the cure to the drought.
And as witnessed in the Singapore Cup, the team of Philippinos played so much better as compared to our own S'pore team. With such talent on our shores, why don't we utilise their skills and help improve the basketball scene in S'pore? We're recruiting players frm China and other countries anyway; why don't we make use of what we have and utilise our PR citizens who are already on the island? I believe they can play as well, if not better, than our local players.
Don't get me wrong - I love basketball and I respect our local players, coaches and all; which is why I'm bringing this up. I hope to see the day when basketball is given the hype and glamour it deserves, and perhaps a start to achieving these would be to let foreigners, national team players and PR citizens play in the competitions, as well as increase the number of competitions available, to the females especially.
Monday, July 04, 2005
dreams...
I'm stuck in a dead end job. Boredom overwhelms me as I find myself encased in the four walls of my cubicle. The only contentment I acquire from my job - my pay at the end of the month; the only thing holding me back from quitting.
I dream of an ideal job, something I can wake up to daily, looking forward to doing. Rather than the usual scene of me having to drag myself off to work. I can only hope that dreams do come true, although I myself am not certain as to what the details of my dream life. I'm still clueless as to what it is that I want, though of course, like most people, I dream of wealth and success, something I enjoy doing which brings me happiness. Perhaps this is the dream of many, most unfulfilled like mine.
However, dreaming will not lead me anywhere. I need to take action and dredge out the details of my dream, going all out to achieve and fulfill it.
When will that time arrive? I am as clueless as any other dreamer. At least I do recognise that if I want to fulfill my dream, I'll have to fall and stumble a couple of time. Nothing comes easy and nothing just falls into one's lap. It's perhaps the route to attaining this dream will be what makes it more precious and rewarding.
I'd say it's about time to wake up and realise that dream has become a reality. Perhaps only then will I be truly contented.
I dream of an ideal job, something I can wake up to daily, looking forward to doing. Rather than the usual scene of me having to drag myself off to work. I can only hope that dreams do come true, although I myself am not certain as to what the details of my dream life. I'm still clueless as to what it is that I want, though of course, like most people, I dream of wealth and success, something I enjoy doing which brings me happiness. Perhaps this is the dream of many, most unfulfilled like mine.
However, dreaming will not lead me anywhere. I need to take action and dredge out the details of my dream, going all out to achieve and fulfill it.
When will that time arrive? I am as clueless as any other dreamer. At least I do recognise that if I want to fulfill my dream, I'll have to fall and stumble a couple of time. Nothing comes easy and nothing just falls into one's lap. It's perhaps the route to attaining this dream will be what makes it more precious and rewarding.
I'd say it's about time to wake up and realise that dream has become a reality. Perhaps only then will I be truly contented.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
staying put
The month of June has passed and I'm still working as a ticketing officer in the travel agency... decided to stay put after hearing what some of my friends had to say about their own experiences or of others' experiences in the hotel industry... so I'm staying put for now at least... i definitely did feel better about the job having received my first pay... helping me out of the rut i was in... the lack of money was killing me... haha...
Still on the lookout for other better job prospects... since now I dun have to worry so much about not having enough money to sustain myself, I can take my time to slowly find a job that I truly like and enjoy... hope that I will actually find something...
Still on the lookout for other better job prospects... since now I dun have to worry so much about not having enough money to sustain myself, I can take my time to slowly find a job that I truly like and enjoy... hope that I will actually find something...