Moving on to Tumblr

Recently discovered the beauty of Tumblr. It is so easy to use and so convenient to post via mobile phones.

So I will no longer continue my blog in Blogger but instead will be updating at fishmandiary.tumblr.com.

When that time comes...

2 weeks ago, at a very early hours of this day, I received a call. While still in-between the state of being asleep & awake, I heard this distraught voice of my friend telling me that another friend had passed away. It felt really unreal as if I was in a nightmare... and frankly speaking it still feels the same.

Unfortunately, this is no nightmare. This friend of ours, a mother of 3 young kids, passed away from an accident. It was a sudden news, it took all of us by shock... and considering we have just met her a week before the incident, it just didn't seem to make sense.

Yeah... I guess that's what death is, especially when it is so sudden. It doesn't and probably will never make sense.

Like it or not, she is no longer with us and what we can do is to keep the good memories alive, and may she be well & happy wherever she is.

Life is indeed fragile. We'll never know when it is our time. Have we done enough to prepare ourselves when that time comes?

Me, a gangster??

Yesterday at the parking lot of mom's apartment, youngest bro-in-law & I got stopped by 2 policemen in their police car.

Apparently these policemen were doing random check. So we, being at the "right" place at the "right" time, got spotted as we got off my car.

This has never happened to me before, so for a while there I was having fixed emotions from panic to being irritated to anger. We (and my car) practically got body searched, very much like what they do to criminals on TV. Maybe I should be thankful they didn't do strip search & ask us to squat or something.

After that, the policemen filled up some forms as records of the search, reminded my bro-in-law to always bring his passport with him (he is a Singaporean), and left us alone.

Funny how although we know for sure we haven't done anything wrong, there was still a sense of panic. Maybe because the policemen were carrying their guns during the whole process; maybe we were suspicious of their authenticity; or maybe just on whether they would nitpick so that they can get something from us. See la on how confident we are of our police force.

Later in the evening, after conveying the whole incident to my family, another bro-in-law said that perhaps that was a part of the operation to clamp down on gangsterism, something which the government has publicly announced.

Now, now... do I look like a gangster?