"So when are you having a baby?"

or "I want to give ang bao to your baby next year."
or "So when will you be promoted to become a father?"
or the typical "No good news yet huh?"
and the most irritating "Put in more effort!"

Sigh... these are the kind of comments that makes me want to avoid visiting relatives and friends during Chinese New Year sometimes. I know they meant well and there's no other better topics than this. But it does get on my nerves because they have to keep in mind that I would be the one raising the kid(s), not them. So while it's easy to pressurize me to have children, it does not absolve me from the long-term responsibility to raise them. Children are not 'pets' after all. So when I do have one, it would be because I WANT to and NOT because I HAVE to!

36:35

30 laps. 1.5km. That was how slow I swam at the swim trial for the Singapore Biathlon today.

I need more training!

too late or...

norah jones is definitely one of the coolest jazz performer in this era! this song is one of my favourites from her newest album 'not too late'.

fyi, election day in the US traditionally falls on the tuesday after 2nd nov and halloween is celebrated on 31 oct...

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my dear country - norah jones

'Twas Halloween and the ghosts were out
And everywhere they'd go they shout
And though I covered my eyes I knew
They'd go away

But fear's the only thing I saw
And three days later was clear to all
That nothing is as scary as election day

But the day after is darker
And darker and darker it goes
Who knows maybe the plans will change
Who knows maybe he's not deranged

The news men know what they know but they
know even less than what they say
And I don't know who I can trust
For the come what may

'Cuz we believed in our candidate
But even more it's the one we hate
I needed someone I could shake
On election day

But the day after is darker
And deeper and deeper we go
Who knows maybe it's all a dream
Who knows if I'll wake up and scream

I love the things that you've given me
I cherish you, my dear country
But sometimes I don't understand
The way we play

I love the things that you've given me
And most of all that I am free
To have a song that I can sing
On election day

Sent to the Grave...

Boss, Eric and I organised a Stag Night for Dale at Balaclava. And Dale made a wise or 'grave' mistake of not driving...