This year, Qing Ming Jie fell on April 5th. I look forward to the day because it’s a time to remember my late grandfather and great-grandparents. It’s also that one time each year where four generations in my family gather for a hike.
This is a rant because there are just too many self-pitying folks around. Or at least, those that I hear about.
I despise having surprises sprung upon. I really detest that. Knowing that predictability can run away in a split second makes me even more wary. Last night, someone gave me a surprise call.
April Fools’ Day is 1 April, as any fool knows. It’s much more ‘celebratory’ when I was in school because no one in school lets you forget that this is the prankster’s day. I am sure you have your own tales of how one is tricked silly by friends. But this one has got to be THE funniest one ever…
There’s something terribly wrong with civil society when civility becomes a thing of the past.I got around to thinking about this and other things like basic courtesy, appropriateness and decorum just today after a friend’s visit the other day.
I’ve been meaning to put this up for a long time now but somehow, things got in the way. Now, finally I can send my belated thanks to a good friend of mine. This is for you, Dotty…
I guess the phone lines must have been jammed up last night. Yes, there was a big one last night.
I’d been wanting to visit Lorong Kulit for a long time now. I can’t even remember the last time I stepped into this place. It’s open every day but Sundays are the best days to go, for many reasons. Lots more stalls are open and throngs of people converge like ants. It’s more festive too. You can’t find a better flea market in Penang than Lorong Kulit, which I believe (roughly translated) is called Leather Lane …
Been reading Tom Peters. Yes. The man who writes like he speaks.
Never heard him speak before of course but the elipses, the sudden brackets, the capital letters, the inevitable choppiness of the book I am reading right now reminds me of how a person speaks.
Starts. Stops. Mulls a bit. Continues. Shouts(?). Postulates.
That’s why I find it tough reading Peters. Sure, he’s got ideas. Plenty. More than you can use in a lifetime.
I am excited! But are you surprised?