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My Dog and My Family, One Day at a Park

My Dog and His Dog Tak Tak

I wonder if any of you remember precisely what you did during the New Year Day, or on that day, what has gone into your mind.  I didn’t.  As I processed my digital mountain worth of photo backlog, the timestamp of this particular photo collection tells me that on New Year Day, my family took our lovely dog to the park.  Ma joined late, it was a cold day, and there were moments when our beautiful white dog drew attention from the fellow park visitors, unintended attention from the dogs bigger than him, smaller than him.  Pa doesn’t like our dog to get bullied by other dogs, I get it.  To the extend of over-protectively keeping our dog inside the house most of the time, I don’t get it.  But then again, I don’t keep a pet, have no clue on what it’s like, and in the rare moment, during our stay in Hong Kong for my sister’s wedding, this is a photo album of my dog and my family, one day at a park.

I understand not everyone likes to go through others’ family photo albums.  And so, I have extracted 12 photos to share at the bottom of this blog entry.  For our family and friends and readers who are more or less in touch with my family life, I have added a new high resolution photo album (59 photos) to my online collection for sharing.  Inside, you will get to see a lot of pictures of our dog, my parents, my sister Lora and her husband Benny, and Cynthia and I.  I have included mostly spontaneous shots, may not necessary be the best shot for my subjects.  Nevertheless, I know how they look at their best, at their not-so-best.  I treasure those moments that I tend to forget more.

My dog’s name is Tak Tak.  The direct Chinese translation of his name would sound strange.  So I would say, he is named after the can-do attitude.  Tak Tak is an amazing dog.  So clever in so many ways, he is a gift from Heaven for my parents who are living thousands of miles away from my sister and I in Singapore.  When he was still a puppy, before my sister’s emigration, Tak Tak had an accident, at my home in Hong Kong, and broke a leg.  The operation would cost more than getting a new dog.  It was a hard decision to make because we have a humble family income, Pa has long retired.  My family has decided to go through the pain and the expense of an operation.  Deep inside, although I don’t know Tak Tak that well, I am sure he knows that he is loved by those around him.  And I can understand the tears in his eyes whenever my parents leave home for an overseas holiday.

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Into the Valley of Selegie

An area around Selegie

A few good friends of mine commented that I have come to a full circle when I told them that (1) I’ve moved to a “new” office that isn’t new and (2) year 2000 I worked at the same building for the same employer.  The difference is: I was a consultant to them back then and am one of their gazillion employees now.  I have no idea what a full circle means.  Year 2000 was perhaps a mini-peak of my career.  And then kind of crashed and burned for a while.  Recently, things started to look up and then I am working in the same building as I was nine years ago.  Now, is that a full circle?  What is a full circle?

Back in the beginning of this millennium, the surrounding area of my office was awesome.  Vast area of greenery right in the middle of the city.  And then the unthinkable happened: our government has decided to build a university that spans across adjacent plots of beautiful parks.  I was much saddened, kind of upset.  Today, Singapore Management University (SMU) looks pretty awesome, architect in a way that blends in well with the surrounding.  But I still prefer the parks to a set of buildings that mean nothing to me, personally.

I still prefer the newer looking old office to my older looking new office.  One friend at work said to me: Once it gets into your system, you’ll be fine with it.  My desk space has shrunk at least 4 times; I no longer have my own desk; there are junks, empty water bottles, half drank water bottles left behind from the previous occupants; dust everywhere; I now look up and see tons of faces staring at me; and there are even more staring at the back of my head.  These two days, I have this hallucination that I am working inside a cube farm.  I know what I am producing each day.  I wonder what everyone else are producing each passing moment.  Time to get plugged in.  I need a phone line.

I am a natural when it comes to making myself happy creatively and realistically.  So I took the opportunity to explore the area during my lunch hours.  It turned out so fun that I am going to set up a plan to explore this strange neighborhood systematically.  Day one after my brief lunch, I took a walk into the area of Selegie, discovered quite a number of eating places, old fashioned shops that sell interesting stuffs, new shops that are opening soon, quite a number of night clubs, and I came face-to-face with the awesome looking building called LASALLE College of the Arts.  I took some pictures with my phone.  I wish I had my dSLR with me.

I took a picture of LASALLE in year 1996 when the construction was started and another one in 1997 when it was completed (see my previous blog entry).  Perhaps life is as such: At times we go through changes in life and some are dusty, some are messy, and through all these unpleasantness, inconvenience, something good, something beautiful may blossom.

LASALLE College of Arts

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Cold Cold Floor, Cold Cold Reality

This is the usual view from my cubicle

Good thing I have waited for a week or two before writing this.  It would have been rather depressing for me to write, even more depressing for you to read.  This proves one thing: for most of us, work is just business.  Unless you are building something that has the civilisation, interglacial level kind of long lasting impact, in a positive way, work is just business.  May 97, I was about to leave my client site in Paris.  I’ve had such a memorable time.  One friend whom we’d had lunch and coffee almost every weekday during my 9 months of stay wrote: Out of sight, out of mind?  Call it self-fulfilled prophecy, we’ve lost touch.

One fine Monday morning, I arrived at the office at the usual hour, the usual minute, and my office floor was freezing cold.  I took a picture as I looked around, hardly a soul.  Not enough body heat to consume the cool air from the air conditioning vents.  The cold cold reality as such: my previous department [that I’ve left a while back] has been dismantled.  The Friday before, everyone was saying goodbye to everybody.  Some moved on with a job elsewhere, some without.  Others have found another role within our organization, as a permanent, as a temp.  All had the same last day.  Global economy hits even those that are profitable.  Some sacrifices need to be made to meet or top that operating profit.  I get it.  Some say that the easier jobs are lost, the easier jobs can be created.  Oh is it?  So where is that spirit of mutual survival, huddle together and weather the bad storm?

Work is just business.

After attended that lunch time corporate talk that I went zzzz, I have attended another one and have thoroughly loved it.  What a contrast.  The topic was on economy outlook.  Throughout the talk, the knowledgeable presenter slipped in a few forecasts.  On the threats that may upset our economy, he highlighted the possibility of a flu like bird flu and SARS.  He couldn’t pinpoint what that could be.  That talk was held last month.  No, he didn’t say the words: Swine Flu.  I would have called him an oracle otherwise.

Next week, I will be moving to another office building as our organization is consolidating all who remain.  Looking at the space surrounding my cubicle, can you imagine that just less than 2 years ago, my floor was fully packed?  New hires like me were squeezed into a meeting room sharing one round table with 8 to 10.  Job openings could be closed within a week.  There was a huge shortage of office space in the central business district.  Looking at the recent up and downturns, it never ceases to amaze me on how much we as a collective species have progressed, and how much we have yet to learn.

Today, inside the restroom, in front of a huge mirror, I saw one colleague of mine patiently teaching another colleague of mine on how to put on a tie.  I guess in his new role, he is required to wear one.  Such a heartwarming moment.  That spirit of mutual survival, it’s hard to forget.  I wanted to chip in and help.  But I reckon too many cooks spoil the soup.

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A Lovely Quiet Six Days of Holiday

Our friend TK's office

These days I am addicted to taking pictures of what my friends’ surrounding working environments look like.  Like my sister’s and mine.  I find it odd that I think I know that someone so much but have no clue what he or her daily life is like.  The picture you see here was taken when Cynthia and I visited our good buddy TK.  At a location far far away from where we live, from where we work.  For those who are new to Singapore, Jurong is at the west side of the island.  An industrial area that many International and local companies set up their headquarters at.  Cynthia once worked for a pharmaceutical client at Jurong, near where TK’s office is; I once worked for clients inside the military bases at Jurong.  Our little road trip to TK’s office did bring back sweet memories.

My holiday started from Good Friday till today.  Initially wanted to go for a short road trip to Malaysia.  But since the first half of the holiday has been devoted to Church and Masses (it’s a Holy period after all) and our band, and Tuesday is our Spanish class, we have decided to stay in town.  Watch a movie, discovered a peranakan restaurant near our home, and play our online game.

Play our online game?  It is probably hard for some of you to relate.  Let’s just say, it is good for couples to spend time solving non-real life puzzles together, strategizing the game tactics, laugh and cry at some bizarre moments inside the game, and for better or worse, just spend time with each other.  We love to play World of Warcraft.  And now we got our friend Darkspore back into the game too.  Ha!  Note to Darkspore: For the Horde first … and we can For the Alliance later.

All things in moderation, I wish I could say to same for my recent obsession in ripping my music collection into a lossless format.  Ever since I have bought a network attached server at the IT Show last month, I have been ripping CDs non-stop.  Day after day, night after night.  I still have much to go.  But right now, I am partially enjoying the fruit of my effort with my digital jukebox finally arrived from US.  And that was one of the reasons why we visited our friend TK at Jurong yesterday.  To collect the shipment.

A lovely quiet six days of holiday.  Back to office tomorrow for 2 days, and then the weekend.

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Ah Ha! Time for a Change / Mi Cara Muy Bonita ¡Si!

this is me ...

Yes, for many years, my friends have been telling me that I shall be making $$ from this website of mine.  For all I know, I could be sitting on a gold mine.  Right?  Imagine, I just need to spend an hour or two a day to blog, and $$ goes to my PayPal account 24×7.  ¡La vida loca!  Before I know it, I’d have enough $$ to travel to Spain every so often.  No need to monitor the airfare daily seeing the price for 2 swinging from the low 2k to the mid 3k and then back to the high 2k.  Shall I buy?  Shall I not buy?

So I am selling everything you see in here and more.  For $14.99 per year, you will get to keep my yearly blog entries on DVD delivered to your doorstep every year today.  For a very affordable lifetime membership fee of $1,499, you will get to own everything I write since 1996 recorded on Blu-ray format!  OK.  I’ll have to figure out how to set up a PayPal account.  Stay tuned.

My workplace has been going crazy.  Really.  No one knows if we will still have a job tomorrow.  So, whenever bosses call for a departmental meeting, people do get freaked out.  And my colleague was summoned – together with his three other colleagues – into his boss’s room, this morning.  I know his boss.  I’ve worked with his boss.  A pretty senior guy.  So, another department bites the dust?  And here was the announcement …

Apparently, as the story unfold, because the stock prices of companies in general have come down quite a bit, everything seems pretty affordable.  We have finally managed to buy a big entity somewhere in the Central Asia.  Cool thing!  And his boss is mobilizing the entire team including the boss himself to take on the integration work.  Of course, everyone in the room was excited, including my friend.  Then his boss dropped the bomb: the entire department is relocating this coming weekend.  “For how long?” I asked anxiously.  “2 years,” my friend answered.  “Where are you heading?”  “Kazakhstan.”

“Kazakhstan?!” I screamed, “Is that the country featured in that movie …”  “Borat,” my friend completed my sentence.

Wow … how would I feel if I was in his position?

We paused.  I didn’t know what to say.  Then he continued, “My boss burst into laughter and asked why everyone was so serious.”

OK.  His boss got him and he got me.  Happy April Fool’s Day!

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Day 1 of Unlimited Music Download – So I Surprised Cynthia with a Nokia 5800 XpressMusic

The new Nokia XpressMusic 5800 with "Come With Music"

Edit: I have received reliable responses to the questions I raised in this entry and I have edited this post accordingly for sharing!

Words cannot describe the sense of liberation as we spent the entire Sunday downloading music, legally.  Free or not free, it’s arguable.  But for what I pay for, I don’t know which one is a bonus – the entire catalog of music at the Nokia store or the touchscreen phone itself.

I like to surprise Cynthia every now and then, just to put a smile on her face.  Ever since I have attended the official launch of “Comes With Music”, ever since she has read the advertisement of these new Nokia phones the next day, I know she’d love the possibility of unlimited downloading any number of music tracks – even for just a year.

Yesterday, out of nowhere, I asked her to synchronize her personal info from the Nokia N95 that I passed to her, to the Ovi.com Nokia server.  After I’ve backed up her media files, I told her that we were going for phone shopping.  She was shocked, and so was the shop assistance when I handed him the N95 for trade in.  “You don’t want this phone?” he asked.  It was either that or the Motorola that Cynthia wanted last February.  Doesn’t matter to me, either way.

This is not a sponsored post.  Not even for the yearly S$120 phone voucher from the phone operator that I couldn’t use because after the trade-in, the balance is less than that.  This is a little personal journal of mine on day 1 of the free music download service and my 3rd impression of the XpressMusic 5800.

Comes With Music – 12 hours of download, 60 albums, 904 tracks, a play time total of 2 days and 13 hours!

Click here for a screenshot of day 1 achievement!  The Nokia software is pretty neat, as you can see.  I was playing music to my Hi-fi, downloading albums from Nokia Store, uploading albums into Cynthia’s new phone at the same time.

OK, to be frank, the Nokia Music Store doesn’t have everything.  There are tracks I couldn’t find.  But interestingly, there are versions of the albums I wouldn’t be able to find in Singapore either.  Some versions have bonus tracks, some versions have a lot more tracks than others.  Some are digitally remastered.  All of them come with album artworks, encoded in a decent sound quality (192 kbps, mp3).  Yes, you can download as many tracks as you want.  No, you can only play them in your computer or from your phone.  It’s not big a deal to me really.  For what it’s worth, 60 albums would have cost me quite a bit.  And it is only day 1.  My on-board sound card handles mp3 format pretty well (with X-Fi Crytalizer).  I have a very decent cable to connect either my computer or the phone to my Hi-fi.  I am a happy man; Cynthia is a happy girl; we are a happy couple.

So we downloaded albums that are on our to-buy list, albums that we couldn’t get in Singapore, imported albums that are usually too steep in price, old and new albums that worth the listen but may not worth the cost, albums that are digitally remastered, and albums that satisfy our curious minds.  A download speed of half a minute per song seems reasonable.  But all things in moderation, it takes much longer to consume an album than the time it takes to download for sure.

I know there are people who are not entirely happy with the digital rights management (DRM) that restricts how we play the downloaded music from Nokia Store.  I certain have tons of questions in my mind such as what would happen if I too shall buy a “Comes With Music” phone and would Cynthia and I be able to share the same library since we share the same computer at home?  Is the yearly subscription model of “Comes With Music” as simple as upgrade my Nokia phone every year?  How easy it is for me to move the contents when I eventually upgrade my computer?

Reliable responses received as follows:

  • Tracks and playlists can be shared between registered Comes With Music users (subject to confirmation that the user hold an active Comes With Music license)
  • For now, access to the Comes With Music service after a subscription ends is only available with the purchase of a new Comes With Music device.
  • You can de-register your old PC and transfer your Comes With Music membership to a new PC every three months. Following which, you can transfer your entire Comes With Music collection to the new PC via the Nokia Music Store as all your account information is stored there.

Looking at the way we collect and consume music on vinyl to today, I personally wouldn’t think too hard on DRM.  Today, I am a happy man.  That’s all that matter.  You could be too.

Nokia 5800 XpressMusic – Still loving it

The phone is a beauty.  Before long, Cynthia was showing me how to switch on the predictive messaging in her native language Bahasa Indonesia.  OK, it did take a a good couple of minutes for me to figure out how to download Cynthia’s personal info such as contacts, notes, calendar items from the Ovi.com Nokia server into her new phone.  But the rest of the functionalities are pretty easy to be figured out.  Like tapping onto the clock to set the alarm.  Tapping on a little icon on top that opens up a quick application access bar.  Tapping onto a video on YouTube opens it up in full screen mode.  And etc.  Punching in text messages is a breeze.  I like the alpha-numeric mode with vibration feedback.  Cynthia seems to like the QWERTY keyboard or the handwriting mode.

To those of you who approached me for opinion be it as you have not owned a touchscreen phone before or you are not entirely satisfied with the Apple iPhone or others, I am putting my money to where my mouth is.  Go get one.  You won’t regret it.  If you have the budget and touchscreen is not a must, the N96 Comes With Music is a very good option.  Otherwise, you could also wait for the new touchscreen N97.

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For My Parents With Love In The Beautiful Landscape of The Singapore Botanic Gardens

My Parents at the Singapore Botanic Gardens

My 74 years old dad said the funniest thing.  He told me that these days when he went fishing, along the harbor of Hong Kong, young photographers often take him as their photo subject.  And in his tone of reminisce he said, “When I was a young photographer I was doing the same.  Now that I am an old man, it’s my turn [to be photographed by the strangers]”.  We all laughed.  But on what?  We don’t know.  I don’t know.  I don’t want my dad to be old.  I want everything to stay the same.

Reality is, we all get older as time goes by.  Decades ago I was my dad’s photography subject.  Who doesn’t like to see little babies, little kids, so full of innocence, so full of joy on pictures, on prints?  Decades later my parents have become my photography subject.  Kids and old folks – the two most common picks for the photographers on human portraits.  It is the innocence and the wisdom; it is the sign of creation and the mark of time; it is a blank story book filled with possibilities and a memoir that inspires.

Why the Singapore Botanic Gardens?  It’s rare that both my parents are in town, thanks to my sister’s wedding.  It is the green and the fresh air, the flowers and the butterflies.  My family loves to visit parks.  Back when I was in Hong Kong.  A tradition that I still carry with me today.  Some of the happiest moments of my life happen in the parks.

That’s why.

For the viewing of a personal photo collection dedicated to my parents, please click here.

P.S. An entry written with my Nokia N96 the sms style hours before my sister’s wedding dinner at a cafe at China Square Central while waiting for Cynthia’s make up session at Raffle City to be done, synchronised with Nokia free OVI service using the free Wireless@SG wi-fi network.

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Spanish Reloaded: Elementary One!

4th Spanish Film Festival

This morning I woke up with a clear vision on how my day was going to play out by the hour – like many other days of my life.  I was composing my next blog entry at the back of my mind while showering, while ironing – like any other morning of the week.  Little did I foresee my day being turned upside down, from curiosity to anxiety to desperation to joy.

Ever since Cynthia and I have passed our Spanish test we took last year, we were eagerly waiting for the next class to begin.  Cynthia did all the correspondence with the school Las Lilas while I watched the email messages flying from left to right, and right to nowhere.  One of the reasons why we studied so hard was to join the rest of our classmates, proceed to the next level, and not to be left behind.  Out of nowhere, one email from one of our classmates popped out and caught my attention.  What?!  E1 (Elementary One) starts today?!  I was curious as in why we were not invited.  Then I shot another email to another classmate and she shared with me that half of our class would be joining today’s E1!

Gosh!

So I was baffled, virtually bashing the gate of Las Lilas via my friendly electronic mail raising fists in the air asking why we were left behind (seriously, the feeling was kind of not that pleasant).  The class was full.  Oh no!  3 dropped out and we could join.  Yes!  Then I called up Cynthia and she preferred a Thursday slot.  Uh-oh.  But I highlighted that Tuesday is a good day to study Spanish because the World of Warcraft game server is down on Tuesday.  Ah ah!  Through my mass electronic communication to our classmates, some started to consider forming our own class (just need 5 at minimum).  Oh no!  2 hours before the class was due to start and the group was still swinging between (a) attending a confirmed slot tonight or (b) to wait for a new slot in March – via email.

Oh dear, what have I done?!

So I made an executive decision to commit to a Tuesday slot.  And it was a good decision.  This new class is a consolidation of three B2 (Beginner Two) classes and it is one fun class.  Statistically, that means two-third don’t make it eh?  We have a different Spanish teacher Natalia and she has such a cheerful personality, talking non-stop in Spanish.  I tried so hard to catch what she said.  Stress!  OK, good stress though.

I am so glad that it all works out in the end and hope that the rest from my previous class would be able to join our next lesson.  One thing I learn today is that taking myself out of a waiting list requires a little dose of opportunity, a little dose of reaching out to people, a little dose of a leap of faith, a strong dose of desire, and making a firm decision and stick by it.

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Auditioning Female Models for Upcoming Brüttal (Lingerie) Fashion Show in Kuala Lumpur

One of the African Models

OK, enough of serious blog entries these days and I need something sexy, something light to spice up my life site.  Believe me, it was a hard choice between:

  1. Staying in Singapore and accepting an invitation for a (free!) photo shooting session at the Singapore Zoo as well as to cover the finale of the River Hongbao event over the weekend
  2. Driving up to Malaysia and help out my friend Adeline to audition the female models down to their underwear with my … camera.

Cynthia and I couldn’t cancel the hotel booking at the last minute so we stuck with the original plan even though the circumstances have changed.  I am actually glad that we went because:

  1. Our friend needed emotional support that evening and we were there for her.  Talked with her till 4 in the morning (and Cynthia insisted on waking up early the next day not to miss the breakfast).
  2. I did have a role to play because Adeline couldn’t have photographed these candidates as she was busy showing them what to do.  It is good to refer to the photographs after the audition.

Below are the pictures taken during the audition.

… Nah!  They are PG rated.  Wait till we go for the actual Fashion Show with the actual Brüttal products.  Super chick n sexy lingerie that Brüttal carries.

So how was the experience?  Broadly summarized as follows.

  • Stressful.  It is hard to frame and capture the moments.  It is even harder if the models are inexperience.
  • Nervous.  I was the only guy in the VIP room.  I was worried that I might be eaten up by the girls.
  • Exciting.  Actually only one moment of excitement.  It was when all the models stripped in front of me down to their underwear, at the same time.

Now, why Africans?  I don’t know why the club “China White” is a popular place for the Africans and why Adeline goes for such a theme.  Maybe Africa is in these days?  Think about the next World Cup hosting country, the current F1 champ, and the new American President …

I have no clue how Adeline is going to train these brand new models for her Brüttal Fashion Show in March.  I am keen to cover the event for Brüttal and perhaps I may need a telephoto lens when that time comes (any one wish to lend me a 50mm f/1.4G?!).

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Delivering the Wedding Gifts the Traditional Chinese Way (過大禮 / 过大礼) … In the Modern Day

Benny, My Dad, and the Wedding Gifts

Here is the thing, I am lousy when it comes to Chinese tradition.  Maybe I shall read more Chinese literature, maybe I shall date a … or maybe I shall just talk to my parents more.

We can talk about the six Chinese wedding etiquette here.  But if you are more of a visual person, here is the link to my personal family photo album.  Yes, in this tidy home of my parents in Hong Kong we have a dog named Tak Tak.  He is smart, he is adorable, and I will share a photo album of just my dog later.  How late?  I don’t know.  I still have my photos taken in Fraser Hill unprocessed, awaiting to be published.

One day I woke up at the apartment on the 5th floor – my parents stay on the 7th floor and it is a long story that you probably can skip – and Benny (my then-brother-in-law-to-be-now-brother-in-law) was loading the 5th floor apartment with gifts.  I looked at the gifts in my wildest curiosity wondering what on the earth he was doing.  Well, according to one of the Chinese wedding etiquette, the groom’s family delivers the wedding gifts (過大禮 / 过大礼) to the bride’s family days (or weeks?!) before the actual wedding date.  In the old days, it was meant to be an elaborate event.  When the bride’s family receives the wedding gift mostly with items in pairs – plus a letter or a book itemizing the gifts (?! … lots of documentations in the old days) – another set of gifts will be returned as part of the tradition.  If you wonder why coconuts, chickens, and even a pair of shoes can be considered as wedding gifts alongside with the gold and jewelery, phonetically, these items mean only good things to the wedding couple.

In the modern day, this tradition is simplified.  As seen in the photos I have shared, I recall Benny did bring wine, fruit, cakes, abalones, and … lots of cash!  In Singapore dollar!  And my parents also returned a portion of the cash received to symbolize the tradition.  When I saw that, I was like … don’t, don’t … let me have it!

At times I wonder, what dilutes the local tradition?  I tend to look at the era of colonization with puzzlement.  One day I may write a blog entry about it.  Perhaps after this ambitious photo trip my friend Ken and I have been talking about for ages – local culture and tradition at a crossroad.

Photo Album: Family Photos in Hong Kong