Gathering

14 years. That is how long I have set foot into any business establishments with resemblance to the functions and ideas of a pub, lounge or whatever people call it nowadays where the alcohol are over-priced and the quantity under-sized. Normally I get my fix for beer in coffee shop. I do not need the loud music, which causes damage to my eardrums in the long run. I do not need the presence of pretty; young; mature; new-age woman to make my beer taste better. It is still as good. Beside, I am engaged! Ha ha. I do not need the lightening effects to create the mood. I just need the company of my good buddies to make the session worth it. I do love and miss the performances of a live band jamming away into the night. The standards have really increased during my time of absence.

Due to a class reunion (If you call an attendance of 5 jokers as a class reunion) as suggested by one of my pals, I just got back from Walawala in Holland Village and I’m feeling as in the lyrics of James Blunt’s song, titled You're Beautiful : “…fucking high!” I would have taken photos of those jokers but all of them are REAL SHY. Ya right, people. I believe you folks. One thing I miss though and have the pleasure of reliving my craving and thirst is that I get to experience the wondrous taste of Bloody Mary again. After 14 years! Guns and Roses aren’t joking when they sung that song. Still taste as delightful as ever. And of course, at the price matching the inflation rates of the market now. None of my 猪朋狗友 likes it. I would say it is an inquired taste, which I have cultivated and loved over the years. Old school you say? Maybe, and I am damn proud of it! Goes to show that once I found something I like, I stick to it regardless of whatever new innovations, products or era. A display of true loyalty and faithfulness, don't you think.

Baby, you heard and read that?

I felt like I had just travelled back in time, embarking on a short journey of reminisces. The days of being wild.

Anyway, for those who are unable to meet it, I have only one thing to say. What a waste! Hope you people can make it next time.

The Wind Of Change

It has been a hectic month. Things have been just crazy! So many changes to adapt. Currently I am undergoing a phase transition in the path of my life. After seven and a half years as an air force regular, I am now reunited and in procession of my pink identification card. Yes, I am now officially known as a civilian which concurrently kick-start my status as an NSmen. I feel as though I am stepping into un-chartered territories. Moving away from the fixed and predictable career path of being a government servant to the cutthroat world of the private sectors. Encountering everything that is shield due to the government “Iron-rice bowl” job, so as to speak. However, in this era, there is no such thing as a stable job anymore.

Strangely, I am still unable to sit on my couch and shake my legs as often as I desire. There are just too much things to be done, yet too little time.

Slowly, I am gearing and preparing myself to experience and taste the aroma of the corporate enterprising world, temporary, contract and permanent staff MNC culture, the vulnerability of being laid off due to downsizing depending on economic performance. Can't wait man!

To me, there is nothing more frightening than the impression of being stagnant. I need to be constantly on the move, doing stuff to make me feel as though I am improving, going somewhere and upgrading myself. The mere apprehension of imagining being in the same place, same situation, and same shit hole maybe 1 year or 5 years into the future freaks me out!

An interesting fact is that insects, like cockroaches for example, are unable to keep still. They will die literally. The primary function of your household insecticides are not meant to kill them. It can't. Instead, it paralyzed them. It attacks their nervous system rendering their bodies sluggish and motionless. Being caught in an immobile situation for 3 hours or more, their body system breaks down and they die. I see myself as a moth or caterpillar undergoing a transformation phase with the hope of becoming a butterfly representing grace and beauty. Even diamond started out as plain, dirty, ugly coal. After being subjected to tremendous pressure over an extensive period of time, diamond is formed. Isn’t that applicable to life?

What is the morale of the story? Everyone is capable of being a shining star and achieving what he or she desires. The key is to survive and hang in there long enough for your hard work to materialize and be recognized. Until than, I will continue to struggle with the hope of reaching my goals and target.