A Quick End

I’ve been meaning to blog about this for a while now but wasn’t sure how much detail to include.

Pinky passed away on Tue, 28 Apr 2015. He seemed to have fully recovered from GI Stasis and only had some remnant snuffles. In fact, his appetite had improved to the extent that he was eating even more than before he came down with snuffles.

However, one week before his death, Pinky suddenly started rejecting food again. We boarded him at Little Bobtail Resort so that he could be force fed but it was a real struggle.


On Friday, 24 Apr, he had to be put on 24h oxygen to aid his breathing. An x-ray showed that there was fluid surrounding his lung cavity which was preventing his lungs from expanding fully, causing the breathing problems. A chest tap was this done about noon on 27 Apr to draw out the fluid.


Tests showed that the fluid had a high percentage of white blood cells as well as some red blood cells. The vet thus believed that he had a tumour that was bleeding into the lung cavity. As Pinky was too weak, we couldn’t do an ultrasound to see where the tumour was located. The only hope was to get his body stronger and to do follow up treatment after that. Sadly, on 27 Apr evening, the fluid had filled his lung cavity again and Pinky had to be put on 24h oxygen to aid his breathing again.

Pinky left us around 6am plus on 28 Apr. My dad and I were devastated but I was relieved that he didn’t suffer for too long.

We still miss Pinky and as Jennifer from Little Bobtail said, he as a very special bunny.

Pinky was with us physically for 9 years, 3 months and 10 days. But he’ll remain in our hearts forever.

Infamous Amos

I remember some years back, a friend of mine said her daughter used markers and scribbled on the walls of their flat. Her conclusion was, “thank goodness for water soluble markers”.

I don’t think the child was punished and I was quite disturbed by what she said. How would the child learn that every action has its consequences?

Back to the infamous Amos Yee. I haven’t seen the allegedly offensive YouTube video but if it was offensive enough for 20 police reports to be lodged, then he needs to face the music. Let the due process of law take place and if he’s guilty, and let him suffer the necessary punishment.

Anyway, he’s a minor so hopefully he learns from this episode and this doesn’t escalate to something more serious in future.

The “Mexicans”

I always thought it was natural for Singapore to approach Israel for help in setting up our army after we were thrust into independence, because of the geographical and political similarities between Israel and us.

What I didn’t know was that as far back as 1962, Mordecai Kidron, Israel’s ambassador in Bangkok, wrote to Lee Kuan Yew about the setting up of an Israeli consulate in Singapore. Kidron assured LKY that Tunku Abdul Rahman had agreed.

LKY’s initial reply was that if Tunku had indeed agreed, then there should be no issues setting it up after Malaysia was formed.

As LKY expected, Tunku didn’t agree to this after Malaysia was formed.

When Singapore was expelled from Malaysia, Goh Keng Swee contacted Kidron for help in setting up an army and Kidron flew in from Bangkok a few days after 9 Aug 1965.

LKY listened to Kidron’s proposal on military training but didn’t accept immediately due to the political and religious sensitivities it would cause.
LKY then wrote to Lal Bahadur Shastri, India’s then prime minister and Nasser, Egypt’s then president seeking a naval advisor and a military advisor respectively.

Both extended best wishes to Singapore as a newly founded country but ignored the request for help. I guess no one wanted to bet on this horse.

Singapore thus proceeded with the Israelis but in order not to offend any Muslim sentiments, Singapore called the Israelis, “Mexicans”. In LKY’s words, “they looked swarthy enough”. ROFL

Israel continued to press Singapore to allow it to set up an embassy in Singapore but Singapore rejected for fear of angering the Malay Muslims in Singapore and Malaysia. There were concerns that Israel would withdraw their assistance but Tel Aviv sent a message stating that they understood Singapore’s position and it was not till 1969 that the Israeli embassy was allowed to be set up in Singapore.

A friend in need is a friend indeed!

From Third World to First – Ministry of Interior and Defence

Reading this book by LKY and it’s really interesting how little nuggets of history still present themselves in everyday life.

For example, did you know that military vehicles in Singapore start with MID because the ministry used to be known as Military of Interior and Defence (MID)? There were a couple of reasons why the ministry of home affairs and military of defence were combined. Firstly, there was a lack of ministers to head individual ministries and MID, with it’s combined portfolio was placed under Goh Keng Swee. Secondly, when Singapore was first booted out from Malaysia, our 2 battalions were controlled by Malaysia. Combining home affairs and military into one portfolio allowed Goh Keng Swee to use the police force to help in the basic training of army recruits! Hence, till this day, license plates of SAF vehicles start with the letters, MID.

Divergent / Insurgent

Watched Insurgent tonight. The factions remind me of of this management course I took before on conflict resolution. 

Dauntless = Competing

Abegation = Accommodating

Candour = Compromising

Erudite = Collabrating

Amity = Avoiding

Ok, maybe one might swop around Accommodating and Compromising but that’s not the point. The point is that no one faction / style is ideal on its own and one must possess all traits. Yup. Like a Divergent. 

That then made me wonder how should one view the Factionless? I guess you could say they are the total opposites of Divergents because they can’t be placed in any single faction not because they have all the traits, but because they have none.

I suppose these are the people who are fearless only when they need to save their own skin, accommodating when they have a secret agenda, avoiding issues when it doesn’t gain them anything, smart only for dishonest gains and collaborate only if they can exact something from you. 

Another case of reel life mimicking reall life, no?

Happy 2015!

Sometimes I wonder why do people make such a big deal about counting down to a new year. From 31 Dec to 1 Jan, it’s just a difference of 24 hours – how much difference could it make in life? It is really no difference from the passing of any 1 day into the next.

My conclusion then is that humans know that we are forever making mistakes & will continue to do so for as long as we live. We perhaps have an innate wish to be able to start off on a clean slate; to be able to “reset” & start anew.

And that’s the amazing thing about God’s grace. It allows us to start anew – anytime – not only at the beginning of the calendar year.

But few will buy into my thinking. Doesn’t matter. Heh.

Here’s wishing everyone who reads this a Happy New Year & may you find love, peace & grace in all your days ahead.

God bless!

Merry Christmas 2014

It’s been a rather manic December with colleagues going on leave & some China deals closing.

I’m guessing it’s a end-of-year thing as Facebook has been showing a recap of posts made a year back. One of the photos I saw was that of nurses singing Christmas carols at CGH when I went to visit my aunt who was warded due to stroke. How quickly 1 year has gone by!

Seeing my aunt at our family gathering today, I realised her condition has improved dramatically. She can now say several sentences together at ease. Quite an achievement for someone who had to re-learn her language skills.

I realised also that recovery from stroke isn’t something that can be rushed – which means for both the patient as well as the care-givers, a lot of patience is needed. It’s a 2.4km run, not a 100m sprint.

Poor Pinky was locked outside while the guests were indoors during the Christmas dinner at my parents’. We were worried that he might get stepped on or disoriented by the number of people walking about. After all, Pinky’s completely blind from cataracts now.

As Pinky heads towards his 9th birthday on 16 Jan, my daily prayer for him is that he stays healthy so that I have the privilege of his company.

Ended the day by going NTUC to buy hairdye. Oh yes! Eastpoint has re-opened after closing for renovations for 1.5 years. The dye turned out darker than I expected. But it’s fine. As long as it covers my white hair. Hahaha.

It’s 2:32am on boxing day now. Time to hit the sack. Goodnight everyone.

I wish you Jesus this Christmas!

Reason, Season or a Lifetime

Deborah Szekely, one of my favourite WCS teachers shared this on FB. I like it a lot.


People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway); and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

– author unknown

Katong Convent

So… my secondary school’s going to be torn down and rebuilt and I see tons of posts on the KC FB group reminiscing about the school. Unfortunately, I don’t have much attachment to the school. Sure, my closest friend remains a classmate of mine from Sec 1 but we’ve both been excluded from all class reunions the past couple of years so there’s really not much to hold onto. Hahaha.

I then started thinking, has there been any life changing lesson learnt in KC? Indeed, there’s one. I remember because we were the top class in KC, the teachers and discipline mistress pretty much left us alone to our own devices. Even if we came down late for assembly, etc, no punishment was ever meted out to us. A Normal stream class could have come down just before us and they would be scolded and even punished. So what’s the lesson here?

Well, when you’re at the top of the game, management will leave you alone. Definitely rings true in the corporate world! Meet your budgets and nobody will come bother you.

The KC education has served me well! :p