leading a more blithesome life.
striving.
life's a bliss!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
inspired.
i've came to learnt that my paternal cousin or whom i call her ah girl, Kamelia is a school bowler. 'eat potatoe' (hokkien; westernized) and primary 6, she is representing her school in bowling competitions and has made quite a number of achievements and brought home trophies.
why 'eat potatoe'? She's a 'Saint-Margaret'. And that makes me a 'Saint-Morgan', corny of me to tease her with.
Apart from that, she's young, beautiful, smart and full of potential. Thanks to my 'Ku-ku' (Aunt) Kathryn, who has always been there and supporting her in the background.
Just last Sunday, after a family-relative lunch buffet at United Square, i joined ah girl for her bowling practice at EHub! Downtown East. Upon arrival and ready to start the ball rolling, ah girl and her parents found out that her bowling gears weren't there. Where then? It was left at Yishun SAFRA, the last time ah girl had her practice there. Funny thing was that Uncle left it by Aunt's Grandis, thinking that Aunt would load the gears up before leaving the place. Which of course, she didn't. Oh well, we started the game without ah girl.
I must say, the bowling alley is awesome though, i sucked that day. Losing my 'form'.
Fortunately, Uncle found ah girl's gears at the Yishun SAFRA's customer counter Lost & Found. That would miraculously saved my Aunt almost another $500 to get new ones for ah girl.
And so her gears arrived, unpacked her bowling balls - hook and straight (which i just learnt), amazing indeed, pasted and lubricated her fingers to prevent piles from growing, did a couple of warm-up exercises, blew her fingers over the cooling fan, grabbed her hook ball, positioned herself, and there she went. A beautiful and smooth curve, CRASH! My cousins, MF, and I had our jaws dropped in awe as we watched ah girl struck her first STRIKE gracefully and effortlessly!
Indeed a professional, humble and subtle, she got back behind the line focusing on her next attempt while waiting for her bowl to wheel back. Again she picked up her hook ball, and gracefully walked down the lane and rolled her ball and yet again a flawless finish...
the whole time as i watched her practise, she inspired me with her passion in wanting to get her technics and skills right, always aiming for perfection and excellence. That inspiration got me fired up to want to learn new stuff too. I thought of Archery and Air-Rifle.
Having said all, my point is just that, it's a good thing to start something great when you're young like ah girl, who btw, after her PSLE, pursuing in her secondary education, Aunt has ideas of enrolling her into Singapore Sports school to maximize her potential in bowling.
It's also never too late for anyone to pick up new things to do, learn or continue to seek what one's passion is in.
ain't life a bliss... =)
why 'eat potatoe'? She's a 'Saint-Margaret'. And that makes me a 'Saint-Morgan', corny of me to tease her with.
Apart from that, she's young, beautiful, smart and full of potential. Thanks to my 'Ku-ku' (Aunt) Kathryn, who has always been there and supporting her in the background.
Just last Sunday, after a family-relative lunch buffet at United Square, i joined ah girl for her bowling practice at EHub! Downtown East. Upon arrival and ready to start the ball rolling, ah girl and her parents found out that her bowling gears weren't there. Where then? It was left at Yishun SAFRA, the last time ah girl had her practice there. Funny thing was that Uncle left it by Aunt's Grandis, thinking that Aunt would load the gears up before leaving the place. Which of course, she didn't. Oh well, we started the game without ah girl.
I must say, the bowling alley is awesome though, i sucked that day. Losing my 'form'.
Fortunately, Uncle found ah girl's gears at the Yishun SAFRA's customer counter Lost & Found. That would miraculously saved my Aunt almost another $500 to get new ones for ah girl.
And so her gears arrived, unpacked her bowling balls - hook and straight (which i just learnt), amazing indeed, pasted and lubricated her fingers to prevent piles from growing, did a couple of warm-up exercises, blew her fingers over the cooling fan, grabbed her hook ball, positioned herself, and there she went. A beautiful and smooth curve, CRASH! My cousins, MF, and I had our jaws dropped in awe as we watched ah girl struck her first STRIKE gracefully and effortlessly!
Indeed a professional, humble and subtle, she got back behind the line focusing on her next attempt while waiting for her bowl to wheel back. Again she picked up her hook ball, and gracefully walked down the lane and rolled her ball and yet again a flawless finish...
the whole time as i watched her practise, she inspired me with her passion in wanting to get her technics and skills right, always aiming for perfection and excellence. That inspiration got me fired up to want to learn new stuff too. I thought of Archery and Air-Rifle.
Having said all, my point is just that, it's a good thing to start something great when you're young like ah girl, who btw, after her PSLE, pursuing in her secondary education, Aunt has ideas of enrolling her into Singapore Sports school to maximize her potential in bowling.
It's also never too late for anyone to pick up new things to do, learn or continue to seek what one's passion is in.
ain't life a bliss... =)
Saturday, June 6, 2009
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what a sucky saturday.
can't blame it either. wasted the whole week of block leaves. it's stupid of the company to even force us to clear leaves just so that we won't clear a full 14 days of leaves nearing to our ORD.
what happens if we need to take urgent leaves and we do not have leaves left to clear? utter stupidity!
back on track, today is really a sucky one.
miscommunications or not. the least is to confirm and double confirm timing for meetings, appointments or what not. worst still, not able to be contacted and left your friend hanging. all is good. forgive and forget. not the first neither will it be the last. friends are friends afterall. geez.
man. can't stand it. i need a break. a serious, fun, enjoyable one.
left 2 more days to next book-in. hard to go back to all load of bull-.
can't blame it either. wasted the whole week of block leaves. it's stupid of the company to even force us to clear leaves just so that we won't clear a full 14 days of leaves nearing to our ORD.
what happens if we need to take urgent leaves and we do not have leaves left to clear? utter stupidity!
back on track, today is really a sucky one.
miscommunications or not. the least is to confirm and double confirm timing for meetings, appointments or what not. worst still, not able to be contacted and left your friend hanging. all is good. forgive and forget. not the first neither will it be the last. friends are friends afterall. geez.
man. can't stand it. i need a break. a serious, fun, enjoyable one.
left 2 more days to next book-in. hard to go back to all load of bull-.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
grandma Too.
Home sweet home for Michell back to The Philippines.
Beloved grandma housing in my home.
Ever since the departures of both my late grandpa and Michell, a 2-room Ho Ching HDB flat is left occupied by grandma. alone and still trying to adapt to the speedy change, grandma is ever welcomed to stay over at ours; Aunt Kathryn's (Eden Grove @ Bartley Rd) and mine (Jurong West St 81). A busy house-keeper back in her own unit by day and our beloved queen dowager by night.
i really love the idea she's keeping the 2-room HDB flat unit and sleeping over at ours whenever she wishes to; gives her the chance to travel around Singapore sight-seeing, and making her grandmotherly duties in our homes bringing warmth and wisdom with her presence. Not to mention, i can crash at her place whenever i am down and don't wish to go home. One stone kills three birds. Besides, she can finally put off the burden and duties she has been carrying in taking care for my late grandpa who had been bedridden since his operation for a heart-attacked he suffered 8 years ago. If ever a man would count his blessings, it would be my late grandpa - how faithful and loving my grandma has been to be there for him for so long a period of time, day and night, late-nights!
grandma and i would many time sit by her dining table chatting over her experiences, the past, our family, over drinks for hours. It never bore me to listen to her. In fact, it got me to have a deeper understanding of my family history and background.
i am truely blessed and proud to be their grandson, to be a part of the TOO family.
you know, i kinda think that the death of my grandpa is all God's timing, and yet it's my grandpa's work in bringing the TOOs closer together. Not listing other blessings in disguise my grandpa got under his retro flowery-designed sleeves. I know he is interceding in prayers for us all up there somewhere in his glorious mansion Jesus got for him. That explains why he didn't even speak to us in our dreams for days since his death, which kinda annoys me a little. I mean, doesn't he has anything to say to us? Not even to his beloved wife?
Having said, he's definitely looking out for us all, i'm sure.
Well, all is good. so is God. I'm just delighted grandma is sleeping over at our place, and that we can mingle with her even closer.
To end this entry with a high note - the 5km run in this late-night was great.
I deserve a good rest now...
Beloved grandma housing in my home.
Ever since the departures of both my late grandpa and Michell, a 2-room Ho Ching HDB flat is left occupied by grandma. alone and still trying to adapt to the speedy change, grandma is ever welcomed to stay over at ours; Aunt Kathryn's (Eden Grove @ Bartley Rd) and mine (Jurong West St 81). A busy house-keeper back in her own unit by day and our beloved queen dowager by night.
i really love the idea she's keeping the 2-room HDB flat unit and sleeping over at ours whenever she wishes to; gives her the chance to travel around Singapore sight-seeing, and making her grandmotherly duties in our homes bringing warmth and wisdom with her presence. Not to mention, i can crash at her place whenever i am down and don't wish to go home. One stone kills three birds. Besides, she can finally put off the burden and duties she has been carrying in taking care for my late grandpa who had been bedridden since his operation for a heart-attacked he suffered 8 years ago. If ever a man would count his blessings, it would be my late grandpa - how faithful and loving my grandma has been to be there for him for so long a period of time, day and night, late-nights!
grandma and i would many time sit by her dining table chatting over her experiences, the past, our family, over drinks for hours. It never bore me to listen to her. In fact, it got me to have a deeper understanding of my family history and background.
i am truely blessed and proud to be their grandson, to be a part of the TOO family.
you know, i kinda think that the death of my grandpa is all God's timing, and yet it's my grandpa's work in bringing the TOOs closer together. Not listing other blessings in disguise my grandpa got under his retro flowery-designed sleeves. I know he is interceding in prayers for us all up there somewhere in his glorious mansion Jesus got for him. That explains why he didn't even speak to us in our dreams for days since his death, which kinda annoys me a little. I mean, doesn't he has anything to say to us? Not even to his beloved wife?
Having said, he's definitely looking out for us all, i'm sure.
Well, all is good. so is God. I'm just delighted grandma is sleeping over at our place, and that we can mingle with her even closer.
To end this entry with a high note - the 5km run in this late-night was great.
I deserve a good rest now...
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