Meet my 131st Hong Kong Visitor, Fiona Shen. She is exceptional! (She is one of the few Singaporeans who worked at Apple HQ in Cupertino, California! No, she won’t tell me anything about iPad3 or iPhone 5!) We have known each other for 25 years. She is one of my closest primary school girlfriends. And she holds the record for being my first…. (It is not something that I am proud of… but it is something which I can never erase from my mind.) Trust me, it was pretty physically and mentally intense.
Well, meet the girl who gave me my first slap. I was only 12 when I lost my virgin “slap” to her. It happened at her house, in front of all her guests during her 12th birthday party. I accurately accidentally shot her eyes with a rubber band just minutes before she was about to cut her birthday cake. It musta hurt like hell, if not, she won’t gave me a “love mark” that lasted this long. It was a terrible attack. She walked over, gave me a big slap on my left cheek and ran to her room (shut the door). Her guests and parents kicked me out of the house. Ouch! It all happened within 5 minutes and when I left her house, I have no idea what hit me.
Well, we still joke about that incident at every Primary school gatherings. And thanks goodness, I didn’t develop phobia for woman. I just hate rubber bands and birthday cakes since that day. (That reminds me why I have never got any more birthday invitation from Fiona since…).
I was feeling sad today. At the departure gate, I was trying to hide my sadness from my dad. I really wish he can extend a day or two. I wish we can have more time sharing our stories – just like the old days at the old flat at Eunos. Over the past 5 days, I showed my dad my life in Hong Kong – my home, my office, my friends, my life – where I work, where I shop, what I eat and where I party.
This is one special trip that I have been looking forward to for the longest time. For the last 10 years, I have neglected my dad. Ever since I had my own apartment and working overseas, Daddy and I hardly have time for one another. We met up every time I went back to Singapore but our contact time was so brief. My daddy has suddenly aged a lot over the recent years. Unlike my chatty and mischievous mum, Dad is usually a fatherly figure of little words. Nevertheless, he is one person I miss so dearly. (Mum and wife are going to be jealous reading this!)
It took me many months (and countless rejections) to get him to visit me in Hong Kong. Daddy has phobia traveling alone. (In fact, this is his first solo flight without any friends or family! I am so proud of him!) I didn’t invite anyone but my dad for this trip as I wanted an exclusive “father-&-son” bonding time with no distraction. I was so happy when my dad finally agreed to take leave from his volunteer work to spend 5 days with me in Hong Kong!
Over the past 5 days, we went to many places. It is Daddy’s first trip to Macao, Shenzhen and Dongguan. We watched the “House of Dancing Water”, gadget-hunting at the IT Malls at Shenzhen, partied at Dongguan, 7am 5km hike, dolphin-watching at Tai-O and visited the “Big Buddha” at Lantau Island. I rediscovered so much things about my dad. From hiking to parties, my old man is 200% fitter than me. I had difficulty keeping up with his pace. He sleeps only 4-5 hours a day. He does hiking effortlessly and he can hold his liquor much better than me. And yes, my Daddy is still so charming with his jokes, tales and singing.
It was an amazing reunion. And I really enjoyed every minute of his company. There are words that my dad never tell me. That night at the pub, he told one of my friends many great things about me. Moved by my dad’s words, she came over to tell me what he said. I was so moved to tears.
Dad, thanks for being so proud of me. And I love you too. See you soon.
“You are The Apple of my Eye” (那些年,我們一起追的女孩) is nominated for 3 Golden Horse Awards. Inspired by his own teenage love, this film is directed and written by Giddens Ko. Superbly funny and touching. A great story from the heart. Opens in Singapore on 10th Nov 2011. Go watch it.
Today is a very sad day for me. I was writing my blog on the new iPhone 4S (by the way, I have many great things to say about the new 4S) when I read about his passing. I have been a great fan of Steve since my poly days. He was the man I cited as my “idol and role-model” in my last job interview 6 years ago. People around me knows how much I love Apple and their Way. Steve’s innovations have been an important part of my life. He made communications so simple and easy. With a simple touch on the button, his products connect me and my loved ones back home. Apple is more than a product company, it changes the way we communicate and live our lives. Apple improves lives.
Within hours his death, millions of threads flooded the social media. Mourners gathered quietly outside the Apple Stores. It is amazing. There is never a CEO or a brand/product so emotionally linked to the consumers. Steve is unique. He is an idol, an icon, a legend.
When Steve was asked to comment about Bill Gates being the richest man back in 1993 by The Wall Street Journal, Steve said:“Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me … Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful… that’s what matters to me.”
Steve once said:“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”
“Picasso had a saying: ‘Good artists copy, great artists steal.’ We have always been shameless about stealing great ideas…I think part of what made the Macintosh great was that the people working on it were musicians, poets, artists, zoologists and historians who also happened to be the best computer scientists in the world.”
“That’s been one of my mantras — focus and simplicity. Simple can be harder than complex: You have to work hard to get your thinking clean to make it simple. But it’s worth it in the end because once you get there, you can move mountains.”
“The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.”
“When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.”
“I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.”
“My job is to not be easy on people. My job is to make them better.”
“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”
“No one wants to die. Even people who wanna go to heaven don’t wanna die to get there.”
“Death is the destination we all share, no one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be because death is very likely the single best invention of life.”
Rest in peace, Steve. Thanks for Everything. The world will miss you.
There is a common saying that we will never forget our 1st love. It is true indeed. Yet, we often link our first love with our first boyfriend or girlfriend, husband or wife.
My first love is my dad and mum. It takes me many years later before I realised the depth of their love for me. Now, having a kid of my own, I see things very differently. I began to understand why my mum or late granny would like to call me day after day. I began to understand why simple dinner at home surpass the lavish holidays. Fatherhood does strange things to my life. It opens up my inner memory and shows me my childhood – those days I spent with my parents and those journeys we took as a family.
I have never thanked my dad for those daily rides to school and army camp.I have never thanked my mum for those words-of-wisdom she faithfully whispered to my ears day and night. There were so many things which my dad and mum did for me that nurtured me to the man I am today. My parents didn’t give me expensive toys or holidays but they gave the true gems of life – humanity, compassion, selflessness and love. These are precious gifts that passed from them to me and now to my son. I was given a kind and happy heart to lead my life. And now, a sensible and lovely boy who dotes on me.
Looking back our lives, there have been highs and lows, sad and happy moments. But I am always blessed by all their presence and love. Life can be unexpectedly short. It is the forgotten-yet-not-lost love inside our memory that lit up our hearts. My first love is never complicated or blind. They are my dad and mum. And I want to say “thank you very very much”.
(Enjoy these 2 touching commercials done by Ogilvy Thailand.)
My parents and my wife were huge fans of the old Musical Fountain and “Monkey Kiki” at Sentosa. It was grand, magical and powerful. Best of all, it was free for all to watch. Even after watching the old show so many times and many years later, we were still deeply mesmerized by its magic.
Last evening, my sister treated the whole family to the new “Musical Fountain”. We were all very excited. My parents, aunt & uncle were expecting another magical night. Unfortunately, the new show was a letdown and we left in disappointment.
Contrary to what the website said, Songs of the Sea fails to deliver “a mesmerizing show” with a live cast of boring and distracting performers who can’t lip-synced and synchronize with the dance steps and beats , out-dated visual effects, lasers and pyrotechnics! Poor storyline, too much talking in-between acts, awful eerie kelong huts settings, choppy music scene and unbelievable cheesy scripts, the 45-min Songs of the Sea fails to bring back the magic of the old Musical Fountain. It was flat (and disjointed) from the beginning to the end. The performers tried hard to get the audience to clap and participate – it was an appalling effort. The finale song “I did it” is pathetic – an anti-climax. (No wonder it drew such weak applause from the audience!). There is simply no connection between the performers and the screen behind. Unlike in the previous Musical Fountain, there was one star character and his animated sidekick “Kiki”. There was a surprise moment when the human character disappeared into the letter “O” and found himself in the magical world of special effects. Songs were upbeat and catchy.
Sorry Sentosa, this is certainly not worth SGD15 or even SGD10 to watch. In my opinion, it loses its claim as a “World Class Show”. This show is perfect for young kids but it fails to impress the adults. Especially for those who fell in love with the old grand Musical Fountain, there is nothing in this show that brings back the emotional-connection. I expected more with this new entry fee but what I got was worse than before. The creative and music director needs to know that he cannot conceal poor music and drama with water jets, flame bursts, lasers and pyrotechnics. It is bad in my view – it seems to me that the show producer wants a bit of everything. And no…the multiracial songs at the beginning don’t connect at all! I wonder if the tourists understand them. Skin-deep beauty doesn’t last long. It is the simple pure substance that connects the minds and touches the hearts.
Time to change the scripts and the scores. Rejuvenate the old charm and magic of our favorite Sentosa Musical Fountain. Bring back the soul and a good story. Don’t kid the audience with these “blings” and “bangs”! Leave the fireworks for the National Day Parade.
I remember an amusing story about a Chinese father who bought a Husky puppy from a local pet shop as a Christmas gift for his daughter. A month later, their neighbors called in the police to complain about the dog’s late night howling. It was only then the father realized he was ripped off by his despicable country mate. What he got wasn’t a pure-bred Husky. It was no Husky at all. The pet shop sold him a wild wolf! Imagine that…the pet shop owner actually caught or bred wolf to sell as Husky. (Personally, I would have thought the wolf worth more money that the Husky!) I can’t blame the poor father – Husky and wolf look pretty similar.
Just 3 weeks ago, news about the fake “Apple Shop” in Kunming surprised everyone how serious piracy has become in China. The Chinese has gone beyond imitating goods. Now, the pirates are also imitating the brand experience and services! This morning, Felicia messaged me another fake-look-alike store in Kunming. This time, it is about a fake Ikea.
News from China always amuse me. The Chinese did it again! Nowhere else in the world except in China where you uncover so many bizarre news. Few years ago, the Chinese (without any notice) fired a missile up into space to blow up their own weather-satellite. Of course, that made the American very worried – now that the Chinese has the sole capability to fire missile into space. But the Chinese leader explained causally to the American “Don’t worry comrade, that was no weapon of destruction at all. We just find it cumbersome to bring our satellite back to earth. It is just a simple device we used to do some house-cleaning in space.” The underlying message (or subtle warning) to the American was “Time to move your spy satellite elsewhere. Stop peeping on us!”
Now, the great fakes of China are surfacing. It is incredible! From fake melamine-laced milk to the recent exploding watermelon, the Chinese are just so good in reverse-engineering. (Fake eggs, fake Disneyland and more!) And just 3 months ago, there was even fake ATM machine! Chinese has already mastered in controlling the weather – fake rain, fake snow. It won’t be long before the Chinese flies fake airlines. Who knows, maybe the Chinese isn’t interested in landing on the moon. They are planning to orbit a new moon (with Chang-er and bunny) up in space! Here are some of China’s great fakes.
It is never easy to leave my family behind to make a living thousands of miles away. Especially when goodbye is the hardest word to say.
Unlike my past Singapore trips, this trip I spent my last day at my own apartment – a nice cozy space which was designed by Felicia and I ten years ago. This morning, I woke in my old apartment with Elkan sleeping sandwiched between Felicia and I. It was a very strange feeling. The last we slept here was back in May 2006. Elkan was only 18-month old and he slept in his little baby cot. He is so tall now! My old folks were right –“children do grow up fast!”
I didn’t have the heart to wake my son today. He is always breaking my heart (or the other way). I left my home in a rush as I made a mistake in my flight timing. I left the apartment with Felicia waving behind me. (and later by the window when I boarded the cab). I looked up at my apartment and waved goodbye. Just like the old days except this time, I am taking a plane to work and I won’t be back for another 1 month. Felicia was a little disappointed not able to send me off at the airport.
It is a beautiful day today. Blue sky and a warm sunrise. The last few days have been more than great. Absence does make the hearts grow fonder. Only if we make time for the ones we love.
“The best thing in life may not be the most expensive one. Like the animation “Ratatouille”, it is the reminiscing of one’s fondest memory that completes the perfect taste of that signature dish. It is not made up of the best and most expensive ingredients but it consists the “taste of pure love” which touches our hearts.”
That was what I wrote back in 2008 (See blog) after a CNY lunch at my old auntie’s house. Over the past 5 years, I travelled a lot and been to many great restuarants. But nothing come close to the taste in my heart. I miss those home-cooked dishes that my late granny and mother used to serve at home. There are 2 particular dishes which I have so much craving – my granny’s“Mee Swa Kor” (Ah Mah Mee) and my mum’s “Mushroom Yam Rice”. This trip, I specially came back home to learn these 2 dishes from my mum. (I tried my best to remember the steps – mum was super fast in the kitchen!) These are not the expensive dishes you find in the restaurants but there are something in the taste that brings back the fond memories of my good old family days in Singapore.
A hug is like a magic blanket. No matter how dim my day is, a little hug from Elkan brings great joy and comfort. No needs for words, a simple hug heals my day. It is magical and I call them “happy power”.
“Free hugs Campaign” is a real life controversial story of Juan Mann– A man from Sydney whose sole mission was to reach out and hug a stranger to brighten up their lives. This campaign was banned in 2005 by the official in Sydney but Juan’s movement inspired a worldwide phenomenon. The ban was lifted after a petition of 10,000 signatures the following year.
We were shopping in Times Square today and what we witnessed this afternoon can only be described as awe inspiring. Hugs can be very infectious. It removes the “zombie” in us and brings the jolly old spirit back. A group of strangers, with smiles on their face, carrying flash cards and offering hugs for everyone. Silently and magically, they changed the atmosphere. Gone were the monotonous zombie-like shoppers. Perfect strangers from different walks of life came together and hugged. This simple unison between strangers brought out the most sparkling smiles from within. For a rare moment, we witnessed a priceless portrait of joy and the true spirit of humanity.
Free Hugs Campaign – How it started on 30th June 2004
By Juan Mann (Abstract from his website):I’d been living in London when my world turned upside down and I’d had to come home. By the time my plane landed back in Sydney, all I had left was a carry on bag full of clothes and a world of troubles. No one to welcome me back, no place to call home. I was a tourist in my hometown.
Standing there in the arrivals terminal, watching other passengers meeting their waiting friends and family, with open arms and smiling faces, hugging and laughing together, I wanted someone out there to be waiting for me. To be happy to see me. To smile at me. To hug me.
So I got some cardboard and a marker and made a sign. I found the busiest pedestrian intersection in the city (Pitt Street Mall) and held that sign aloft, with the words “Free Hugs” on both sides.
And for 15 minutes, people just stared right through me. The first person who stopped, tapped me on the shoulder and told me how her dog had just died that morning. How that morning had been the one year anniversary of her only daughter dying in a car accident. How what she needed now, when she felt most alone in the world, was a hug. I got down on one knee, we put our arms around each other and when we parted, she was smiling.
Everyone has problems and for sure mine haven’t compared. But to see someone who was once frowning, smile even for a moment, is worth it every time.
12 years away from home - Singapore. Writing my stories here for my lovely mum & dad, friends and most importantly, for my wife & son back home. A self-confessed gadget freak, a spontaneous prankster on the outside and a warm loving heart inside. Enjoying a happy life with loving families, friends plus a dream job. Realising mum’s motto – “Exceed Yourself Every Day”. Always believing that “Simplicity is Beauty”.
182: Uncle Tan (Dad's friend)
181: Jumbo Angs Brothers
179: Stell
178: Muar Auntie 2nd
177: Ms Soo Huiwah
176: Danny
175: Jasbir Kaur
174: Rebecca Bian
173: Echo & Hubby
172: Jimmy, Serene & family
167: Qiaoqiao (cousin-in-law)
166: Dendy and Shin
164: Raghu & Colleague
162: Estell (Lionnel & Joey's Gal)
161: Eva Camry
160: Joanne's Mum and Dad
158: WeiQiang & Family
155: Kalinda's Sister
154: Manfred Goh
153: William Tang
152: Tay Kay Chin
151: Pearlyn and Family
147: Calvin Mao (Shanghai)
146: Ice (Indonesia)
145: Jorance Poh
144: Shuying and Mum
142: Uncle Bok (Dad's Friend)
141: Jaslyn Lim
140: Cousin Chester
139: Ching Ging Ng (Chester's Friend)
138: Martin Heng and Mari (Japan)
135: Edmund Bay (Tracy's Brother)
134: Sherane (Joanne's Cousin)
133: Violet Chey (Echo's Princess)
132: Echo's Mum (Shanghai)
131: Fiona Shen (USA - Ex-KCPS)
130: Auntie Diana (Mum's Friend)
129: Joey (Lionnel's Wife!)
128: Ming (Shanghai)
127: Johnny (Shanghai)
126: Nick Ahnen (Alaska)
125: Richard (Caffeine)
124: Chin (Richard's Friend)
123: Baby "J" (Boi and April's Son)
122: Jean (Tracy's Buddy!)
121: Lionel Wong (Ex-KCPS)
120: Hui Qing (Lionel's Wife)
119: Dylan (Lionel's Son)
118: Mindy (Ex-Dunman)
117: Uncle Bay (Tracy's Dad)
116: Yifu
115: Lilian (Yifu's Wife)
114: Ashley (Yifu's Daughter)
113: Yifu's Friend (UK)
112: Jenny
111: Cousin Alvin
110: Yin San (Auntie)
109: Aron (Auntie's BF)
108: Auntie Fong
107: Carrine Soh
106: Wenxu
105: Mun Foong (ex-Temasek)
104: Mok Ching (ex-Temasek)
103: Sabrina Kong (ex-Temasek)
102: Agnes (ex-Temasek) and friend
101: Nishant (Harshad's friend)
100: Juliana Goh
099: Duuk Leong
098: Zach Leong
097: Kalinda Low
093: Randy Ang
092: Granny (Muar)
091: Issac Chen (Guofeng's Son)
090: Cousin Ben (Malacca) and family
085: Leonard
084: Wendy
083: Chern Hui
081: 3rd Uncle (Canada)
080: 3rd Auntie (Canada)
079: Chen (Taiwan)
077: Cousin Yei (Shanghai)
076: Summer (Shanghai)
075: Kenneth (Cicada)
074: Karen (Kenneth's wife)
073: Alicia Gan (Shanghai)
072: Ethan (Chee Bin's Son)
071: Michelle (Chee Bin's Wife)
070: Cousin Chee Bin
069: Aimei Ong (Ex-Dunman)
068: Rovis Lee (Ex-KCPS)
067: Hovman Goh
066: Alicia and Friends
059: Sam Tan Yixi
058: Auntie Jacqueline (Muar)
054: Ming Caleb
053: Ernest Goh (Ex-Temasek)
052: Desmond Wong
051: Heidi Tang (Shanghai)
050: Serene Chia
049: Alex Wee (Tracy's Friend)
048: Kevin Cheong (Vietnam)
047: Sally (Felicia's Friend)
046: Jack (Felicia's Friend)
045: Echo Ye (Shanghai)
044: Gray Chay (Shanghai)
043: Francis Chay (Shanghai)
042: Auntie Zhu (Muar)
041: Michelle (Chee Bin's Wife)
040: Alston
039: Charlie
038: Karen Loo
037: Hong Ai (Shanghai)
036: Charlyn Ding
035: Francis Goh (Beijing)
034: Jimmy Teo
033: April (Boi's Wife)
032: Dorothy (Eric's wife)
031: Scott Lin
030: Kevin and Family (ex-DCS)
026: Cousin Tao (Canada)
025: Jane
024: Yiyi
023: Chups Tam
022: Ellen Yong and BF (Malaysia)
020: Stella Tam
019: Mother-in-law
018: Auntie Nyong (Malacca)
017: Eric Goh
016: Meijie
014: Guofeng
013: Ivy
012: Xavier
011: My Dad
010: My Mum
009: Qiqi
008: My Sister
007: James
006: Auntie Amy
005: Uncle Benny
004: Winston
003: Boi
002: Cousin Leon
001: Joanne Ang
Wahbiang Birthdays
07 Jan - Felicia
10 Jan - Karen
24 Jan - Echo
28 Jan - Ivy
06 Feb - Hock
12 Feb - Mann Chuan
04 Mar - Francis
08 Mar - Hovman
24 Mar - Joanne
12 Apr - Gareth
26 Apr - Charlie
16 May - Tracy
15 Jun - Joe
17 Jul - Juliana
16 Aug - Meijie
27 Aug - Duuk
31 Aug - Kalinda
11 Oct - Sam
03 Dec - Jimmy
14 Dec - Lilian
17 Dec - Lusia