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Other People's Lives

Reality Can Be Cold At Times

My Family Tree

No one should see his or her savings seized twice – once at prime age and another time at golden age. My poor aunt who is now in Paris was in Vietnam when the war was lost and witnessed all our family’s assets – pharmaceutical factory, tea plantations, shop houses, and etc. – seized by the communist. She was thrown into jail and left with nothing. Having missed the age of marriage taking care of the family business that was vanished together with the Vietnam war, my aunt started a new life in Paris together with our family’s lifelong friend whom I call uncle. I have had the opportunity to meet with them when I was studying in UK and when I was working briefly in Paris. I have not met my aunt in Vietnam (according to what I have heard, all my family’s assets are now converted to my aunt’s husband’s family name) nor am I that close to my uncle and aunt in Canada whom refused to lend me money to study in Oxford. Not only that, they blamed my aunt in Paris for doing so. My mother managed to settle the loan from my aunt in Paris before I got my degree.  Now, take that!  (Thanks mom.)

And it is my uncle and aunt in Canada – who I think they are doing pretty good judging by the fact that my cousins are all doing pretty good – together with one of my cousins (who is now going through a divorce), they continuously suck money out from my aunt and uncle in Paris time over time. The latest figure? Half a million US dollars. The scam was formed for a promise to migrate my half-paralyzed aunt over to Canada. In reality? They just take the money and be merry. My aunt is still bedridden in Paris and my 82 years old uncle is still taking care of her on his own, with the help of the French government’s monthly subsidy.

I learned the news today from my sister and mother and I called my uncle in Paris on the same night. At the end of the conversation, I promise him not to pursue the matter any further out of respect and nothing else (I am still thinking of drafting a letter to my uncle in Canada with my sister’s help … just a friendly reminder that they should take care of my aunt and uncle in Paris should the situation arises). I am deeply disappointed with how greedy some people can be despite the very fact that they are blood related. My mom and dad and my sister together may not be rich but we know what righteousness means. Family matters are complex I know but who in the right mind would go and take money from the elderly with the reason of: rather leave the money to the family than to the government? I said to my uncle in Paris, at least the government takes care of you, no? What has my uncle in Canada done for you for that matter?! Just keep the money yourself and live a comfortable life. Donate the money to a charity if you wish, just keep what is rightfully yours since you both are alone in Paris. My uncle and aunt from Canada even flew to Paris and helped my aunt and uncle in Paris to draft wills.  I am amazed at what people do for money.

Through this episode, I learn to treasure the family values that my parents have inculcated to my sister and I over the years. My sister texted me in the afternoon that my uncle in Paris asked me to have babies soon because life can be very lonely in the old age. I texted my sister back that since I have a sister like her to burden, my life is settled. She reminded me that when I am 84, she will be 80. I know my sister and I have each other. And that is all that matter when the time comes.

Gosh, I could actually write a book with the storyline inspired by this episode.  I said to my uncle in Paris that if by this summer they are still in Paris (as they plan to migrate to Vietnam very soon), Cynthia and I will visit them.  Otherwise, we will head over to Vietnam.

I was in tears when I talked with him over the phone. Reality can be cold at times.

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Drama Movie Reviews

My Blueberry Nights – An Art House Type Of Movie By Wong Kar Wai

My Blueberry Nights

Before I even landed in Singapore, I have already messaged our Movie Review Squad member TK to book three tickets to watch “My Blueberry Nights”. It is rather unusual to have a Hong Kong director to write, direct, and produce an English film that is packed with big names such as Jude Law, Rachel Weisz, and Natalie Portman. I am a big fan of Jude, Rachel, and especially Natalie. Besides, how can I miss an International film created by someone who is brought up in Hong Kong? For all I know, he could be my hero and role model and a testimony that we too can make a mark in the International scene.

“My Blueberry Nights” falls under the category of films having a main storyline that strings together a few other sub-stories – the type of films that I particularly enjoy watching. The main story evolves around the love story of Norah Jones and Jude Law. While Elizabeth (Jones) takes the long route to meet up with the man she loves, she encounters a couple in separation (Rachel Weisz and David Strathairn) and later on, a girl at a casino (Portman). Within these two sub-stories, there are elements of addiction on alcohol and gambling. Each character is introduced as someone whom you probably don’t really care in the beginning due to negative behaviors – to borrow Cynthia’s words – and slowly developed into characters who you do care and relate to in the end. Slow is the key word here as I can imagine, not many people can stand the pace of this film (111 minutes). Though I agree that this film can trim down a fair bit in order to fasten the pace, I can certainly admire the art within. Cynthia, to my surprise, enjoys “My Blueberry Nights” while TK does not like it at all. I am surprised that Nona Jones can act (by the way, need not to say, the tracks sang by her are marvelous). My favorite scenes still come from Natalie Portman. She is such a talented actress.

So, what the verdict? Low in entertainment value perhaps but high in artistic value I would say.

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Experience Sharing Reflection

A New Theme For Year 2008

One mountain at Lantau Island, Hong Kong

I am still learning this process of self-reflecting of the past and goal setting for the new year. Here, I am going to share with you what seems to work over the years, what doesn’t, and what my plan for 2008 is going to be. Let me tell you upfront what does not work: not planning for the new year at all. To borrow a Chinese idiom “一年之計在於春,一日之計在於晨” (loosely translates to “a year’s plan lies in spring [i.e. the beginning of the year], a day’s plan lies in the morning”), now is a good time to plan ahead. For those years that I did not plan, I have no recollection of what I have achieved.

I remember when I was in my twenties, I used to have this one-worded theme for each year. Such a theme is easy to remember, relevant, and if chosen right, it seems to stick into my mind throughout the year, in everything I do. Let me give you an example. One year, I reflected upon my 16 to 20 working hours a day, 7 days a year and I said to myself: enough is enough. I could earn all those overtime paid and achieve all the career progression I wanted but I was missing all that life has to offer. So, I picked a theme “Balance”. Mind you, it was not easy to seek a work life balance back then. When I did come home while the sun was still up, I became uneasy not knowing what to do or where to do. I ended up having the feeling that I have wasted an evening not working. Miraculously, with that theme “Balance”, I seemed to have every single and small decision made based upon that word “Balance”. It worked way too well. I rejected overtime requests or did all that I could to prevent myself and my team going down that path of long hours and no life. It went so well that it me took a couple of years to find the balance. These days, I work and do my best to make sure that the people in my network work the most effective way during the office hours and in most cases, we all go home on time. Picking the right theme can be powerful. And this can work for you too!

Last year was interesting not just because I only worked for the later half of the year, I did my planning in a scorecard style. As you may notice, I stop posting the monthly result after the first three months. You may wish to know that I did track my progress till the middle of the year but I found it quite boring to publish the results in my site every beginning of the month. I thought I did pretty badly over the year on this rather ambitious scorecard but it is not quite the case. OK, I think I only achieve a 40% which to be fair, under my “wonderful” color coding system, it is a yellow that means “a mix of ups and downs”. And it is because of this scorecard, I did climb the Mount Kinabalu and started my oil painting hobby that count as two extraordinary projects. Also, I did take the initiative to plan the visit to Melbourne, my surprise visit to Jakarta, and my visit to Hong Kong/Macau. By now, I think I have hit the travel budget target over and above. I seriously have cut down my computer gaming hours a lot (my big, big problem in year 2005/6). The target set somehow worked as the “Balance” theme to me. I have this cautious warning in my head of not hitting the said target every time I played. Lastly, hitting the career fulfillment index is a bit of a luck factor. But then again, I did put effort in finding what I want.  Based on just these four tiny achievements, I can say 2007 has been fruitful to me.

So, what’s my plan for year 2008? I want to go back to my theme driven way of life. After much consideration with candidates such as “Take Risk, Be Bold” or “Be Bold, Take Risk” (both are different by the way) or others, I have decided on …

“Do It”.

Yes, parking ideas of things that I want to do at the back my my head or at the bottom of my to-do list is not good. I need to … “do it”. If I need to be bold, so be it. If I need to take calculated risk, so be it too. The most important thing is, I have to action on what I have set to do, or rather what my heart has set to do. I shall count the number of achievements – however small or big – over the year as an indication of success. Hopefully, this theme will do wonders to me, the same way as “Balance” did to me years ago.

As for the personal scorecard way of life, I am not ready to ditch it completely as yet. Over this few days I am going to revisit the measurements and targets and to rethink how it can be aligned to my new theme. I have learned that this way of monitoring progress has two main challenges: the constant stress to meet target and the day-to-day chore of taking down the actual measurements. I have to find ways to make this monitoring progress a fun process (perhaps tie the increment progress to small rewards) and I have to find ways to record the measurements in the most convenient way (such as a calendar by the rice cooker to tick off days that I have home cooked meals). Scorecard way of life, I believe, is still a good way to discipline my rather undisciplined life. Stay tuned.

So, what are your thoughts? Do you think this is going to work for me? And what is your plan going ahead?

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Travel Blog

What I Learn From My Dog About Saying Goodbye

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When my dad retired 6 years ago, my sister Lora bought him a dog. I don’t get to see him often here in Hong Kong, neither do I keep one in Singapore. The things that my dog does never cease to surprise me. He is able to fetch slippers for each individual family members when we return home. When my sister fell asleep at night by the sofa while waiting for the water to be heated, my dog would wake her up gently with his paws. If any of us stay out late, my dog waits at the door. He opens the kitchen gate for my mother when my mother takes the dishes back to the kitchen after the meal. He seems to be able to comprehend phone conversation (my sister just called home from Singapore and he dashed to the door thinking that my sister was at the door). When he learns that my mother may travel to Singapore to visit me over the phone, he gets depressed. When he knows that he is in deep trouble (such as dashing out of the apartment in a spur of the moment when the door is opened or destroying toilet rolls while nobody is at home), he would hide underneath the sofa or dining table and keep quiet … and many more. I know dogs are men’s best friends. But I would not have imagined that dogs can be that intelligent.

There is one thing I do know about my dog is that every time when one or all of us leave home, he barks and screams as though we are leaving him for good and he even goes to the extend of blocking the doorway hoping that none of us would leave the apartment. At times he cries when he sees us dragging the luggage out of the apartment. Before my sister left home for the airport just days ago, she was taking pictures of my dog and towards the end of the photo session, he knew that my sister was leaving soon and he went depressed. At first, I wonder why such a big fuss when someone is leaving the apartment? Then I think, perhaps he is unsure of when we will come back. For instance, my dog will not know that I am leaving for good tomorrow (or later today) and only to come back next year, maybe. If the saying of one man year equals to seven dog years is true, my dog will only see me after seven dog years.

That triggers me to look back at all my friends and acquaintances whom I have now lost contact with or whom have left due to the frailty of life, there exists a time when we say the last goodbye. It is melancholy in a way as at that very moment when we casually say goodbye, we wouldn’t have known that that was the last time we say goodbye. Perhaps each time we say goodbye can potentially be the last time we see each other. Sometimes we knew that we probably won’t see each other but we have this hope that our paths will cross again.  What I learn from my dog is perhaps some goodbyes are more significant than others and we may not aware of that at those moments of biding farewells.

It is hard not to feel that way when my dog does that to me every time I leave home.  One thing for sure, I am going to miss him when I fly back to Singapore on the New Year Eve.

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Travel Blog

5 Things I Miss About Singapore, And Will Miss About Hong Kong

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Now that our holiday trip in Hong Kong is coming to an end, I can’t help but to ponder what I miss about Singapore and will miss about Hong Kong most.

Hong Kong has a certain charm. After all, it is my birth town and my parents are pretty much rooted here. I would like to think that I am a local in Hong Kong but I am not. In fact, over dinner at my friends’ place, I conclude that I am not a local in any city or country but rather a world citizen who has a broad sense of what different cultures offer, not necessarily has the in-depth knowledge of the location itself.

Anyway, 5 things I miss most about Singapore are …

  1. My friends … you, you, and you of course. I miss all the lunch and dinner and movie dates … and
  2. Free SMS. In HK, they charge quite a fair bit per SMS sent and received for mine is a Singapore number. I think I am addicted to SMS. I think all Singaporeans are addicted to SMS.
  3. My bed, especially when I am having only half a single bed here in Hong Kong.
  4. Strange to say, Wireless@SG. I have never realized how great Wireless@SG is till I visit Hong Kong. In Singapore, Wi-fi is free in all popular locations and malls. In Hong Kong, you have got to pay for any Wi-fi connection. It is not that expensive (one operator offers S$8 for a 3 day pass) but still, nothing beats free of charge Wi-fi connection. I hope SingTel or any telco operators will continue this free of charge service in time to come.
  5. The warm weather … it is like this: we always complain about the heat in Singapore and when we are out there in a winter country, we miss the warmth of the typical country.
  6. Edit … my pair of glasses. Relying on my pair of contact lens throughout the day is certainly not cool.
  7. Edit … okay, I miss my home studio.  In especially my guitars and my songs.
  8. Edit … Gosh, new ideas keep popping out of my head … I miss Singapore’s smoke free pubs and clubs and anything indoor.

And how about what I will miss most about Hong Kong?

  1. My parents … and my friends. It is not the quantity, but quality.
  2. My family’s dog. He is the most lovable creature on Earth. It is hard not to fall in love with him. I never know that dogs can be that intelligent and full of energy. The fact that they demand attention all the time can be overwhelming. But I like the loyalty of dogs … human beings’ best friends on Earth.
  3. The food … Hong Kong food is just so yummy!
  4. The convenience … everything that I need is just a stone throw away. And the transport system is so efficient. I don’t miss my car at all. There are elevated and sheltered walkway that pedestrians can commute from one district to another without having to go through the traffic lights on the ground. Neat! Singapore could use more sheltered walkway, especially when it rains so often throughout the year.
  5. The nature and the parks. In Hong Kong, there are plenty opportunities to have a brief getaway from the hustle and bustle of city life. Hiking is a popular hobby in Hong Kong.
  6. Edit … I forgot to mention that I will miss the no GST shopping in Hong Kong.  Imagine, everything you buy is an immediate 7% discount!  Think of that LV bag!  Or that Rolex watch!  Or something as trivial as the shaver that I have always wanted to get.
  7. Edit … The home cooked food!  D’oh!

I think I ought to visit Hong Kong more often.  And if I get bored of Hong Kong, there is always Macau!

PS. My dad and my family’s dog in the picture.

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Fragments of My Dreams Travel Blog

Fragments Of My Dreams Episode 7 – Doctor, Actor, Law Enforcer

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Part 1 – Doctor

In this war torn city of my homeland, I was leading a rescue team to search for someone dear to my heart. The order, the transport system, the city’s prosperity, all dissolve because of this God forsaken war. The roads are hardly recognizable, with buildings and structures all crumble into blocks of concrete piling up onto one another in the most random manner that perhaps in peace time, people may admire that arrangement in an artistic way – even if this pile of meaningless structure is titled as depressing as “My Once Called Home”.

I tried to fasten the pace of my rescue team but in this cold winter, there is only that much the team can push forward.

Then I find him. We find him lying listlessly on the ground. Frost formed on his lips. Such look of peacefulness and serenity. I knee down beside him trying to hear his breathing, or feel his pulse, or look for any sign of vitality – and I find none.

What is the use of doctors when we cannot resurrect?

Part 2 – Actors

In this war torn city of my homeland, people still need entertainment to have a reason to live on, to have something to take their minds off this God forsaken war.

I am not the main actor, just a bystander in the set that probably none will notice. I doubt if anyone knows how to act. That does not matter. The entertainment industry is run by gangsters. In fact, everything here is run by gangsters. I only learned of the movie’s plot days ago. The plot is pornographic. This war is pornographic.

Today, I am shocked to see three young actresses – acquaintances of mine – arrive at the set. The costume is majestically colorful and these actresses are happily trying out the costume. Do they know what they are getting into? Do I know what I am getting myself into?

I have decided to pull one of them aside during break and by the bench, I tell her the true plot. She is in tears and I have got to run, fast, before the gangsters get to me.  And I hope these actresses get away from the set as fast as I do.

Part 3 – Law Enforcer

In this war torn city of my homeland, order must be restored. We must choose side. Do I want to be amongst the gangsters who act on self-interest, occupy homes of others as pleased, take away the belongings of other as pleased, and bed the daughters and wives of others as pleased? Or do I want to be a law enforcer instead?

I choose to wear the uniform. On day one, I was with the squad of law enforcers, armed with old riffles and we shot at the marching mob. None of our riffles seemed to work. None of us seemed to be able to aim either.

On day two, there was no formation, pure street fight. Uniform and the non-uniform ones ran madly in the street shooting anything that moved. As days go by, we are vastly outnumbered. I fear wearing this uniform of mine. I fear even taking the public transport in the city.

Tonight, I am with the crowd, by the bench, almost run out bullets. As we observe the war that goes on in front of our eyes, one boy dressed in black turns to face me and asks why I do not shoot him. I reply that I only shoot people out there, at the war zone, who pose as threats to the law. I think, these kids can be my new friends. For all I know, this war could end right here right now.

Two gangsters emerge from the dark wearing white casting in one of the arms possibly due to war injury. Together, they drag me into a dark alley nearby. I scream for help and hope that my new friends would intervene.

But in war, there is no such thing as hope.

Part 4 – A conclusion written beyond my dreams

In this dark alley, I lie motionlessly on the ground hoping that the rescue team will arrive on time. Damn this God forsaken war. Damn this war torn city of my homeland.

PS 1 – Picture taken at Lantau Island, today.
PS 2 – I dreamed these dreams the night before watching “Atonement”. In case you wonder there may exist some casual connections had it be the other way round.

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Drama Movie Reviews Travel Blog

Atonement – A Sad Story Beautifully Filmed

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You, must have thought that I am kidding right? Writing a movie review while holidaying in Hong Kong? Cynthia and I just cannot resist not watching a film for a week. On top of that, it is a film with Keira Knightley, a film nominated for the Golden Globe Awards, and a film perhaps yet to be shown in Singapore (or is it over already?).

Where did I watch “Atonement”? None other than the most prestigious IFC mall that is right next to, I believe, the tallest building in Hong Kong – International Finance Centre (IFC). Prestige comes with a whopping price tag of S$15 per seat. Not just any seat, but a full leather seat. I was mildly disappointed with the screen though. It doesn’t seem like a wide-screen format to me. I tried to book online and that was another disappointment. They only accept local credit cards for a transaction lower than HKD 200. D’uh!

“Atonement” is anything but disappointment. It prompts me to think which one is more important: the reality or the story being immortalized by ink and paper. If you do watch “Atonement”, pay attention to the composition of each scene. The scenes are so perfectly composed that it is hard not to look at the film from the artistic angle. There is one particular scene at the beach with soldiers waiting to return home that is not to be missed. It is one long shot (quite possibly a continuous shot but we all know what computers can do these days) with subjects of focus changing swiftly from one to another.  Also, the way that some of the scenes appear ahead of time is, I think, a clever trick that doesn’t seem to get old even when it is done a couple of times throughout the movie.

I have yet to watch “Pride & Prejudice” by Keira Knightley and the same director Joe Wright but I would say “Atonement” is perhaps Keira Knightley’s best performance to date. The original score is innovative by mixing different sounds, such as the typewriter, into the background music (you will see the significance of the typewriter later). In short, if you enjoy watching drama, albeit a sad one, you may like this one.

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OK, Yet Another Little One Going To Call Me Uncle Soon

From left to right - me, John, Ja, and Cynthia

I need more RAM for my brain. Many friends of mine think that I have lots of friends in Hong Kong but the fact is, before I left the place at the age of 17, I lived my life more or less like a hermit. This morning, I was just going through the list in my head to see who I shall call up to catch up. Out of nowhere, my Thai friend Ja texted me with a Merry Christmas message. I almost banged my head onto the table … (that would have been too dramatic at the dining table in front of a bunch of my parents’ friends over late breakfast).

Back in year 2000, Ja and I and a bunch of friends (then-colleagues) were having a smashing time working at Mauritius. Ja and I kept in touch and she flew into Singapore for business often. Believe or not, I was amongst her first batch of friends who … *evil grin* … interviewed her then-new boyfriend John (now husband). John is a great guy and I attended their wedding at Bangkok with Cynthia and our Filipino friend Barbara (who was also one of the “interviewer” … ha ha ha … so evil). Of course, need not to say, Barbara and I gave John a 5-star rating.

I almost banged my head onto the table this morning because for the last 5 years, John and Ja have been working in my birthtown.  How could I have missed that?! Not only that, their first baby is due in less than 2 weeks! Within half an hour after receiving Ja’s text message, Cynthia and I were at their doorsteps. And we headed to Stanley for lunch. I have not handled a manual SLR camera for donkey years. John surely has some exquisite hobbies.

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Gosh, can you guys believe it? Another little one is going to call me uncle soon! I suddenly feel so …

Let’s not get there. The picture on the right is taken from John and Ja’s apartment in Hong Kong. Nice ya?

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Travel Blog

It’s Christmas Full Of Question Marks

A Christmas tree at The Venetian, Macau

Last night Cynthia issued a rare non-negotiation order to take her to the Cathedral for a morning Christmas Mass. Going to church is something I feel lazy to do especially when it is yet another night of less than 6 hours of sleep. However, it is also something I feel good after I have received my dosage of holiness that lasts … perhaps till the next time I do something terribly wrong. Then the cycle starts again, and again. Okay, I confess that I should have a regular dosage, something for me to work on in 2008.

I often wonder why the Cathedral of the Good Shepherd in Singapore is nowhere near to the Hong Kong Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception. The Cathedral in Hong Kong is immaculately decorated, the choir is beautiful, and the sound system is good. I have not heard any choir better than the one in Hong Kong (the Cathedral in Bangkok comes second in my favorite list). Over the years, the choir director and conductor stay the same and they have trained groups and groups of choir members and organists to deliver a performance that I think is as close to the sound of Heaven as we can get. Hymns are supposed to sound like that, in my humble opinion, in order to inspire. I think the vast difference between these two Cathedrals comes down to the location. The Cathedral in Hong Kong is located in an affluent area (mid-level to the peak) and around the Cathedral were surrounded by the Catholic schools (now only one left I think – the one I came from). That could explain the funding as well as the growth and sustainability of the community. Another difference that bothers me much is that in Hong Kong, people are allowed to dip the “host” into the wine during the Communion (hence, the body and blood of Christ) while in Singapore, the celebrant drinks the wine on behalf of all of us. Why is it so? Again, I don’t know.  I am a strong believer in sharing … erm …

Mass, and hymns, and beautiful voices aside, what does Christmas mean to people these days besides just another public holiday, gift exchange, and more reasons to shop? I don’t really know. Inside the Cathedral, I observe that many people were not active participants in the sense that we should all sing hymns together and we should all response during the prayers. Quite a number of them kept quiet throughout the Mass celebration and mechanically stand, sit, and knee as the Mass proceeded. Do they actually believe in what they are doing? Or are they doing what the tradition dictates? I also don’t know. Perhaps all of us should have a refresher course on the meaning behind the Mass once in a while.

Anyway, pardon the question marks in my head, I wish you all a Merry and Blessed Christmas. And for the faithful ones, let’s ponder why Christmas is indeed “merry” and “blessed”.

PS. Picture taken at The Venetian, Macau.

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Travel Blog

Macau – A Visit After 2 Decades

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My only recollection of Macau is as such: I was 10 years old, with my mother, and there was this old wall made of stone. Under which we kids played the tiny white paper wrapped crackers that exploded upon hitting the floor. I was happy back then. That much I remember. The rest are blurry. I wish I could make up stories and make it become my memory. Forgive my vagueness. That was more than two decades ago.

And over these two decades, I have always wanted to relive that piece of memory, with my mother. I certainly cannot say Macau has changed much because I hardly remember anything. But all I can say is that Macau has many facets that I did not anticipate. I always thought that Macau is a city full of casinos and gangsters. In contrary, I see colonial buildings, traditional Chinese houses, streets filled with neon light like Hong Kong, and the grand structures where people gamble and girls dance naked inside exclusive designated areas.

The food in Macau is amazingly tasty and the people are really friendly. Our tour guide, my sister, wanted to take us to taste the famous bean curd (best I have tasted so far). The manager of the restaurant spent more than 10 minutes showing my sister how to get there, a shopkeeper walked all the way out to show us how to get there, and he stopped someone on the way home whom gladly took us to the shop near to her home. And have you heard of the “pork chop bun”? We queued for 45 minutes and those buns worth every single minute of waiting. More journals will be posted together with the pictures taken in the article section once I return to Singapore.

Did I mention the girls on the street of Macau? Those killer boots … and then I realise that there are even more killer boots back in Hong Kong. Holy molly mother of the seven heavens …

My last visit to Macau was when I was ten. My mother stayed in Macau till she was ten before migrating to Hong Kong. My sister, Cynthia, and I followed my mother when she showed us where she was used to buy food from the market. And we visited her favorite park when she was young. That was five decades ago.

Time flies. That much I know.

PS. Picture of my mother, with that old wall I mentioned.