Archive for August, 2004

Pass it Around

It’s funny how things work. I’m recalling this TVC featuring one of the tennis players did something and the knock-on chain of events eventually lead to an earthquake. Likewise too, it’s impressive how behaviour can be quite infectious. Sometimes when people smile then everyone starts smiling. Of course, the opposite is true.

When you go out in the world with a shitty mood then everyone ends up in a shitty mood. I’ve had one person in a shitty mood with me and I can quite happily attest to the fact that I’ve since now been a crappy mood with at least four other people as a result of that.

Yep, the buck should have stopped with me. And it will now that I’ve figured out what I’m doing.

Whipping Boy

It’s panning out to be a great day work wise, but a crap day personally wise. Everyone seems to take things just a little too personally. It’s almost as if people think I wake up in the morning just to shit on their day or something.

Anyone else want to line up and just take a shot? Please…be my guest…that’s what the comments are there for.

Touching Moments at Immigration?!?

Been busy running myself ragged trying to set up a company in Hong Kong. This week looks like everything is coming together on that. So essentially, I get to sit in my office (my flat) and play director (sit in the only office behind the only desk in my “office”). Lucky me, I also get to be the tea lady too. Wonder if I should give myself lai see packets come Chinese New Year?

Thankfully, my visit to the Immigration department didn’t get me deported. Actually, rather than having something to bitch about, it was positively eventful. Well, not the Immigration department itself but what happened there. My bitching would have been why there are three officers on duty when there are twenty five counters. But anyway…

When I arrived there, it was pouring down with rain with a vengeance. I needed to cross the square that links Immigration Tower with Revenue Tower and some third building (which was where I was). Of course, doing the two second run would drench me in pouring rain. Here’s the kicker. A stranger, a kind lady, opened the umbrella and just offered to share it with me to the other tower. I was so gob-smacked that I actually felt embarrassed and refused (and then embarassed because I refused).

But how nice is that? Just goes to show you not to make to many assumptions about a place.

Then when I was waiting for the interview, there was some cute little Filipina kid (about four or so) playing with an older African gentleman over the distance of five rows of seats. It was clear that they couldn’t speak with each other but they just seemed to be playing the usual hide behind something game that kids like. The gentleman was a good sport about it, mimicking the kid’s actions. I guess when you are that young and that old, you lose your inhibitions and just have fun. Well, I think you had to be there but it was touching nonetheless.

So the Immigration department visit was like living a whole bunch of feel-good TVC’s. Don’t worry, I won’t start singing “We are the world…” any time soon and my usual bitching will resume tomorrow.

Stupid Rain…No Wakeboarding

It’s been a crap week. The weather seemed determined to ruin a two and half hour wakeboarding session I had planned for this past Sunday. Shame too because it would be one of my mate’s last sessions in Hong Kong.

I was determined to go despite the downpouring of rain. My logic was that you are already wet when you are in the water so a little rain won’t harm you. Of course, that’s not the way it usually goes with the added “wind chill” factored in.

Nature kindly intervened on behalf of my mother who would have berated me endlessly should I have succeeded in going out in the rain and most likely caught a cold. Amber rainstorm warning and even the wake boarding outfit cancelled the morning session.

There’s always next week. I’m feeling withdrawal symptoms already.

Bohemian Philosophy

New blog from a Malaysian gal who grew up in Singapore and is now in Australia - Bohemian Philosophy.

Almost as complicated as myself.

Looks like a lefty tree-hugger with her anti-McD McSpotlight link, and Noam Chomsky and Michael Moore reading list.

But hey, we like left, trees and huggers over here.