As freak floods that tend to occur once every 50 years hit Singapore this year at a rapid rate making us older than the 45 years we are supposed to be, it is ironic timing to see PUB Chairman Tan Gee Paw given the National Day award of the Distinguished Service Order.
Singapore with a population of approx. 5million (throwing in all the foreigners & all) has never exactly been a lucrative market for most foreign entities in comparison to the rest of the World. The telecommunications market, media, and subsequently pay television market have longed remained in the hands of government owned entities, despite the opening up of these markets in recent years.
When you reach a certain age (like 17), Disneyland suddenly doesn’t hold the enthrallment as it once did when you were say maybe, 7. Instead, when you work to buy your air ticket to the country where they exalt liberty, suddenly the foremost attraction became Universal Studios. Watching cowboys slug it out behind false walls, meandering jet skis in Water World …
Is one born to slog their entire life?
I love green apples. I really do. Have been eating them since I was young.
This will probably be my longest post ever, it will also be my last. The contents of my blogs will remain here till when the domain thekohs.net expires.
The New Year
I will probably be prepping for a trip up to Genting by the time this post is out, so here’s to …
I do not know why I pulled this post out either … but it was meant to have appeared on October 14 … yes for some stupid reason I actually listened to someone and pulled the post off.
You lived in denial.
You shrugged it off.
You pretended you never cared.
You buried yourself deep in work.
You know your facade can never hold up.
You stopped and stared at the memories.
You know you never had a second chance to prove otherwise.
You continue writing 100 days of Eden.
There are so many things to say, and yet when the phone call comes, I’m speechless.
There are so many things I want to ask, and yet I know I shouldn’t be intruding.
There are so many things I want to post, and yet I know she will read it.
There are times …
Naivity that a blog dedicated to 100 days would lead to many more days of jubilance, the thought that it would be priceless. You learn that nothing is priceless, not in this day and age.
Given the astronomical amount of time on my hand, sleep should never be compromised, and yet over the past few weeks, my average sleeping has gone from 9hours to barely 6hours a day. Throw in a mind that refuses to stop thinking, and now constant dual hour waking ups, even …