Early Sunday Morning - A day of a week worth of blog.
Sunday, a day when everyone catch up on all the lost sleep from the weekday work and the Saturday night fever. Its unusual for me to wake up at 5am though but I had already hatch the plan for the day. A day is only 24 hours, too little time too much to do, why waste a good Sunday morning in bed?
Its still dark, I'm already at Missy place to pick her up. Today we had super early breakfast at our favorite breakfast place, Han's Cafe & Cake House along upper Thomson Road. Its serene... just a few cars on the road along the way. Peaceful, Tranquil and so quiet I can hear stomach rumbling sound. Its on Missy treat today, my job is to eat eat and eat. Burp...
Remind me of the song "Breakfast At Tiffany"The traffic was super smooth at 6.20am. I could count all the vehicle I encounter along the way with both hands. We reached NUH earlier than expected, dropped off precious cargo, good bye by the lips and I headed off on AYE to Telok Blangah Hill park for my morning run. Its been a long while since a last did my run at the Southern Ridge where Telok Blangah Hill, Mount Faber and Kent Ridge Park connects to each other by beautiful bridges. Those were the days before my first Marathon when I faithfully did training run here every Sunday. Nowadays my left ankle kept working on me and I had actually stopped running for a few months. The Southern Ridge is still as beautiful and peaceful as before with great view of our Cityscape from Henderson Wave.
44 years of nation building are found within this picture. Its dawn...
The early morning sunrise and coolness attracted all our old folks for jog and brisk walk. Surprisingly, besides the group of grey anatomy, I hardly see any folks of my generation or younger hanging around. Looks like we Generation XY and Generation Y people like to sleep late and wake up late. Sadly its probably us in Gen XY and Gen Y that enjoyed late night hang out and creative destruction of public properties.
The Henderson Wave cost tax payer millions of dollars in construction and it takes tax payer a few dollars of trash and tissue paper in creative destruction. It looks like a nice rose or something to dig the nose with.
44 years of nation building are found within this picture. Its dawn...The early morning sunrise and coolness attracted all our old folks for jog and brisk walk. Surprisingly, besides the group of grey anatomy, I hardly see any folks of my generation or younger hanging around. Looks like we Generation XY and Generation Y people like to sleep late and wake up late. Sadly its probably us in Gen XY and Gen Y that enjoyed late night hang out and creative destruction of public properties.
The Henderson Wave cost tax payer millions of dollars in construction and it takes tax payer a few dollars of trash and tissue paper in creative destruction. It looks like a nice rose or something to dig the nose with.I'm sure its just a small group of us that had poor concern for our environment and country land. Maybe I am too optimistic :P. It doesn't take much more than a few meter of walk to the nearest trash bin, I'm sure if the old folks could go for a morning walk, grown-up man and women like us could do much better. No "french letter" found though. Lets not spoil the beauty my friends.
Today I realized the sun move pretty fast at dawn.
Today I realized the sun move pretty fast at dawn.Its been a while I blogged and update on life that had passes by. Had just completed 2 weeks of SEP (Specialist Enhancement Program). Learn more things about SAF role not only in Deterrence and Defence but also in other areas like Peace Keeping, Disaster Relief, Counter Terrorism...blar blar blar. In fact I can confidently said that in any national events, be it the good or the bad, the SAF will always have the capability support or lead. SAF can "bao ka liao", hokkien for "Do Everything". Hey, not that I got brain wash or something but been a helicopter grease monkey in the past, my perspective of SAF was through a bubble tea straw. This 2 weeks had been an eye opener. Especially like the mix and interation session with our counterpart from the Army, Navy and Military Police. I came to the conclusion that the Army guys keep things simple, think simple and are the loud and outspoken people among us, just like their tanks, artillery and guns. The Air Force guys are pretty sophiscated but complicated just like our aircraft and choppers. The Navy guys are really really quiet throughout the last 2 days tri service course, so quiet I almost forgot they are with us! Just like a stealth frigate quietly sailing past us, stealthy. Ladies and gentleman, I met really inspiring people from all the military services who had lots of motivation and knowledge in them to keep us all safe.
1 Army guy caught my attention. He is not born in Singapore and thus when he joined the Army, he could not join the toughest unit he aspired to be, the Commando. This is due to what he mention as his IC restrictions. In the end he joined the infantry and worked up all the way to a Sniper, a role as special and as tough as the Commando. Another Army guy I met talks about his life after National Service in the Commando unit, he was working as a driver for a few years but eventually went back and joined as an Army regular, back to the Commando unit again. He said he found back his roots and values within the unit and now aspired to parachute for NDP parade. Not to left out the Navy was SSG Fun. His name sound Fun but he got this serious look in him that don't spell Fun at all. Asked why he joined the navy back than, he said he wanna do his part to defend the country, asked him why he is still in the navy now, he remain status quo of defending the country. SSG Fun will be joining the Helicopter world as a SeaHawk Air crew next year. This are ordinary Singaporean with simple goals that makes them great character in my heart. I hope one day, I can write a page of biography for each great character I met.
RIP - Reading In Progress about Rest In Peace topics.
1 Army guy caught my attention. He is not born in Singapore and thus when he joined the Army, he could not join the toughest unit he aspired to be, the Commando. This is due to what he mention as his IC restrictions. In the end he joined the infantry and worked up all the way to a Sniper, a role as special and as tough as the Commando. Another Army guy I met talks about his life after National Service in the Commando unit, he was working as a driver for a few years but eventually went back and joined as an Army regular, back to the Commando unit again. He said he found back his roots and values within the unit and now aspired to parachute for NDP parade. Not to left out the Navy was SSG Fun. His name sound Fun but he got this serious look in him that don't spell Fun at all. Asked why he joined the navy back than, he said he wanna do his part to defend the country, asked him why he is still in the navy now, he remain status quo of defending the country. SSG Fun will be joining the Helicopter world as a SeaHawk Air crew next year. This are ordinary Singaporean with simple goals that makes them great character in my heart. I hope one day, I can write a page of biography for each great character I met.
RIP - Reading In Progress about Rest In Peace topics.Friday evening, I had a pleasant surprise. Missy got me two books from Kinokuniya. Never heard about the author though but I recall getting a interesting SMS few days ago from my "Spy" asking if I happen to have Mitch Albom books on my shelf. Never knew it turn out to be a spying operation on me instead. I love autobiography and books that teaches bout life. I cannot say enough thank you to Missy for the gift.
Met my "Old Man" on Saturday evening for dinner. "Old Man" got admitted to hospital again without informing me but he is fine now. Looking at his face, I see that age and years of smoking is already catching up on him. His health, I suppose, can only deteoriate from now on. Its a matter of whether its gonna be fast or slow and it all depends on him to take care of it now. In me, I hope he starts taking care of himself because all his life, he had been caring for people around him unconditionally especially all his worker at Keppel FELS where he had worked for 30 plus years. Why not take the money you got now and go for holiday break? In Japan, Korea, China or maybe Europe!?!?!? My greatest fear is for him to leave one day without reaping the reward of his unwavering help of the people around him and the redemption of years away from his family. Things are starting to play out like a emotional sad movie where the hero dies in the end, it remind me of the movie Godfather when Vito Corleone died all alone in the chair outside his house with a dog on his lap. After dinner, "Oldman" and me went to LOT1 to buy some animal documentary DVD for him. Ha ha...god is helping me I guess, immedaiately spotted a 4 DVD set from BBC that feature Sharks, Wolf, Bear and something else doing hunting and killing. "Old man" like this kinda of documentary and I always wanted to get it for him. I felt so puzzled that he don't even know that they do sell documentary out in the shops. Good to know I got him something he liked.
Man....its tough to be stuck in the middle feeling so hopeless in this situation. What happen in the past became a emotional responsibility of the latter generation. The final straw came when "Old Man" said "When my kids are young, my colleague always asked me where I am going to bring my kids to during the holiday? I always wanted to bring my kids to the zoo but I can't," I rememberd those words he said forever. I fought hard to hold the tears as we both walked back to my black lancer to get his bag, don't wanna appear weak infront of him. "Old man" going to walk back home instead declining my offer to drive him back. Gave him a little pat on the back assuring him that whatever happened in the past, his family are still with him. I drove off to School with sored eyes. "Old man" teaches some life lesson that is hard to pen down in words.
After some sleepy moments studying in school till closing time, I went to pick Missy off from work. She is off early than usual. I love picking her from work :)
Met my "Old Man" on Saturday evening for dinner. "Old Man" got admitted to hospital again without informing me but he is fine now. Looking at his face, I see that age and years of smoking is already catching up on him. His health, I suppose, can only deteoriate from now on. Its a matter of whether its gonna be fast or slow and it all depends on him to take care of it now. In me, I hope he starts taking care of himself because all his life, he had been caring for people around him unconditionally especially all his worker at Keppel FELS where he had worked for 30 plus years. Why not take the money you got now and go for holiday break? In Japan, Korea, China or maybe Europe!?!?!? My greatest fear is for him to leave one day without reaping the reward of his unwavering help of the people around him and the redemption of years away from his family. Things are starting to play out like a emotional sad movie where the hero dies in the end, it remind me of the movie Godfather when Vito Corleone died all alone in the chair outside his house with a dog on his lap. After dinner, "Oldman" and me went to LOT1 to buy some animal documentary DVD for him. Ha ha...god is helping me I guess, immedaiately spotted a 4 DVD set from BBC that feature Sharks, Wolf, Bear and something else doing hunting and killing. "Old man" like this kinda of documentary and I always wanted to get it for him. I felt so puzzled that he don't even know that they do sell documentary out in the shops. Good to know I got him something he liked.
Man....its tough to be stuck in the middle feeling so hopeless in this situation. What happen in the past became a emotional responsibility of the latter generation. The final straw came when "Old Man" said "When my kids are young, my colleague always asked me where I am going to bring my kids to during the holiday? I always wanted to bring my kids to the zoo but I can't," I rememberd those words he said forever. I fought hard to hold the tears as we both walked back to my black lancer to get his bag, don't wanna appear weak infront of him. "Old man" going to walk back home instead declining my offer to drive him back. Gave him a little pat on the back assuring him that whatever happened in the past, his family are still with him. I drove off to School with sored eyes. "Old man" teaches some life lesson that is hard to pen down in words.
After some sleepy moments studying in school till closing time, I went to pick Missy off from work. She is off early than usual. I love picking her from work :)
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