Been a while since I said anything with regards to current affairs. OK, I'm not the world expert on such things but I'm still entitled to my opinions once in a while. I think the current big news circulating is about how Bush has become embattled in his own country since the revelations that they screwed up big time over the allegations that the late Iraqi dictator , Saddam Hussein, was on his way to procuring weapons of mass destruction.
I have always felt strongly about Bush Jr. Somehow, I have the feeling that there are hidden agenda behind the so-called Liberation of Iraq. It's like there is unfinished business from Bush Sr's tenure in the hot seat. Even when faced with mounting pressure from his home fans, it seems like he is doing a Saddam now - defiance in the face of adversity.
Talking about adversity, the recent spate of drownings here have given cause to the calls for lifeguards to be stationed on our pristine beaches. Well, in all honesty, why bother? No, it's not because I'm a depraved and sadistic looney-bin who would rather see more people dead. Rather, it's a bit of an over-reaction to be calling for lifeguards to patrol that stretch. I mean, how many lifeguards are required to patrol the beaches? While I share the sadness and grief of those who lost, such calls border on idiocy. They can't possibly cover the whole stretch.
And what happens if a drowning occurs at one end of the beach while the lifeguards are on their rounds at the other end of the beach? Should we pin the blame on the ineffective lifeguards. East Coast Park is one long stretch of beach. Pity the guards patrolling that stretch. I just hope that if they do implement this, their uniforms would replicate those we saw on Baywatch. And I'm referring to the Pamela Anderson suits, not David Hasselhoff. I'd avoid ECP like a plague if I ever see or hear of any David Hasselhoff wannabes.
While it is sad and avoidable, such accident will continue to happen as long as there is that adventurous streak in us all. And while it is lamentable, it does not bear any merit to start an over-reaction like calling for lifeguards to be stationed permanently.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
5 weeks since
5 weeks on and I'm chugging along. Life's been pretty sedentary, as it's always been - which only serves to expand my waistline some more. Note to self; time to dust off the running shoes.
Who am I kidding??
I haven't been leading a healthy lifestyle. The last time I really exercised was during my NS. In the 7 years since I finished my NS, I have yet to touch a ball, and I mean football, you yellow-minded freak! Admittedly, there were the half-hearted attempts at starting jogging, but it stopped before it ever got going. Yeah, I know it's not healthy and every second I delay, the closer I get to death. That's the thing that bothers me. Every now and then we read about people dying while exercising or doing some sports and they are relatively fitter than I am. So, I figured that if people go through all that trouble to exercise to stay slim and keep fit, only to die young, I might as well stay fat all the rest of my life and enjoy my remaining time here.
Then it happened.
Yeap, my wife got pregnant. Congratulatory messages aside, I started to feel that added responsibility. A responsibility to live as long as could to watch my unborn child grow up. That got me thinking and realising that a change has to take place in my life - for the good of my family. OK, back to the congratulatory messages. No doubt I'm grateful to my friends who have made the effort to congratulate me. One thing does bother me though, who's the idiot who asked my wife to take advantage of her condition and ask me for all sorts of things. I swear that she's getting crankier by the day. Oh, and so much more sensitive too.
Honestly though, it's been a tough few weeks for both of us getting used to being parents-to-be. I mean, it's one thing loving to play with babies but it's a whole different thing to taking care of one. I, for one, while excited, am facing it with silent trepidation. It's like your first day in a new job. Insecurity is something that hangs over you like a dark cloud. You just can't seem to shake it off on that first day. Being married and enjoying 3.5 years without added responsibility, this happy event has begun to effect some expected changes on me.
I'm still learning to deal with my wife's added crankiness, though she won't admit it. Unfortunately for me, she's just passed her first trimester, which means, the cravings would be kicking in anytime soon. A friend commented that I am more matured and more patient in my outlook of life than, perhaps, she expected me to be. Right now, I can't be bothered about maturity, I just hope her observation about my patience is not skewed. Otherwise, I'm in pretty deep shit.
Who am I kidding??
I haven't been leading a healthy lifestyle. The last time I really exercised was during my NS. In the 7 years since I finished my NS, I have yet to touch a ball, and I mean football, you yellow-minded freak! Admittedly, there were the half-hearted attempts at starting jogging, but it stopped before it ever got going. Yeah, I know it's not healthy and every second I delay, the closer I get to death. That's the thing that bothers me. Every now and then we read about people dying while exercising or doing some sports and they are relatively fitter than I am. So, I figured that if people go through all that trouble to exercise to stay slim and keep fit, only to die young, I might as well stay fat all the rest of my life and enjoy my remaining time here.
Then it happened.
Yeap, my wife got pregnant. Congratulatory messages aside, I started to feel that added responsibility. A responsibility to live as long as could to watch my unborn child grow up. That got me thinking and realising that a change has to take place in my life - for the good of my family. OK, back to the congratulatory messages. No doubt I'm grateful to my friends who have made the effort to congratulate me. One thing does bother me though, who's the idiot who asked my wife to take advantage of her condition and ask me for all sorts of things. I swear that she's getting crankier by the day. Oh, and so much more sensitive too.
Honestly though, it's been a tough few weeks for both of us getting used to being parents-to-be. I mean, it's one thing loving to play with babies but it's a whole different thing to taking care of one. I, for one, while excited, am facing it with silent trepidation. It's like your first day in a new job. Insecurity is something that hangs over you like a dark cloud. You just can't seem to shake it off on that first day. Being married and enjoying 3.5 years without added responsibility, this happy event has begun to effect some expected changes on me.
I'm still learning to deal with my wife's added crankiness, though she won't admit it. Unfortunately for me, she's just passed her first trimester, which means, the cravings would be kicking in anytime soon. A friend commented that I am more matured and more patient in my outlook of life than, perhaps, she expected me to be. Right now, I can't be bothered about maturity, I just hope her observation about my patience is not skewed. Otherwise, I'm in pretty deep shit.
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