Football.
Insurance job.
'Parentless' family.
Confused gender friends.
Long distant relationships
Manual Cars.
Difficult branch.
Headquarter branch.
Midfielder post.
Week in Weekend out Roadshows.
Married and to be married men and women.
It seems l like it glorious.
Visiting Mona Lisa.
Climbed Arch -l'triumphe
Eiffel Tower.
Prizes and Luxuries.
Found back old long lost relation.
Centre of Attention.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
What is this place worth to you?
There's a belief and song that we've gotten ourselves where we are today because we've pulled together, some of us in the middle rungs, others from the lower rungs.
Pressed, pushed, cajoled, peeved sometimes at what we've had to go through, never satisfied 100 per cent with the rewards, envious of those who have received more, and often ignorant of those below us who've needed much more.
This is who we are.
But look for a moment at where we stand; where we came from; and how we got to where we are.Could you or I have set the direction- turned swampland into industrial parks, schools and housing estates; a naval outpost into a leisure playground that's soon to host an integrated resort and spawn thousands of jobs; a port that rivals and and every other facility in the world; an airline that is well known in Moscow as it is in the Maluku Islands.
It takes some doing by people with fresh and brilliant minds; geeks and nerds who calculate traffic flow with such precision that a green wave that gets you from Orchard Road to Raffles City becomes an accepted and unappreciated right; someone so fastidious that street hawkers were re-sited to food centres years ago to save us from diarrhoea and dysentry.
We are affected daily by their handiwork, from the time we turn on the tap to brush our teeth with water that's the envy of the developed world and all of the developing world who live with brownouts and standpipes that is makes you near dead.
Yes, some get angry too: that tax demands are on time; that a nod and a wink and a fistful of dollars will not jump you adead of the queue for an HDB flat; that officials can be so punctiliousin the way they carry out their functions.
We have a system that works- some will argue too efficiently and sometimes lacking in warmth and compassion. But it is the envy of many.
Who are the people behind his place we live in? One that's provided a sense of belonging; that you often love to hate and even hate to love on those ocassions when things don't go your way.
It's your Government, your Prime Minister and his Cabinet; it's your civil servants, who sometimes appear to think as much how much more they can tax, as they do about how they can give you a neighbourhood green lung to chill.
We operate in a society that is often unaware of the faceless civil servants who have helped make this place more livable; or which ignores the difficulties of the politician selling a tough decision which, at the end of the day, has kept this country alfoat despite regional economic contagion, bird flu and the impact of loving in a sometimes a prickly neighbourhood.
How much is that worth to you?
How much is it worth to be able to live in the relative comfort of our own home, to enjoy the security of your environment, to worship freely in your temple? How much do you value the strength of your dollar, the recognition the Singapoer brand names has, the quality of your Government?
Paying and obeying to our politician and civil servant more is not going to put a bigger dent in your wallet and pride.It is a continuing act of faith.
Faith in a government, in those at its helm and in those who carry out its work, to bring this country forward and to improve the well-being of Singaporeans. And we trust that the faith we place by acccepting the need for upward salary adjustments is not going to be misplaced.
And I somehow cant totally agree with video clip found against our highly criticized leader on this website.
http://www.sheepcitytv.com/
Enjoy...
Pressed, pushed, cajoled, peeved sometimes at what we've had to go through, never satisfied 100 per cent with the rewards, envious of those who have received more, and often ignorant of those below us who've needed much more.
This is who we are.
But look for a moment at where we stand; where we came from; and how we got to where we are.Could you or I have set the direction- turned swampland into industrial parks, schools and housing estates; a naval outpost into a leisure playground that's soon to host an integrated resort and spawn thousands of jobs; a port that rivals and and every other facility in the world; an airline that is well known in Moscow as it is in the Maluku Islands.
It takes some doing by people with fresh and brilliant minds; geeks and nerds who calculate traffic flow with such precision that a green wave that gets you from Orchard Road to Raffles City becomes an accepted and unappreciated right; someone so fastidious that street hawkers were re-sited to food centres years ago to save us from diarrhoea and dysentry.
We are affected daily by their handiwork, from the time we turn on the tap to brush our teeth with water that's the envy of the developed world and all of the developing world who live with brownouts and standpipes that is makes you near dead.
Yes, some get angry too: that tax demands are on time; that a nod and a wink and a fistful of dollars will not jump you adead of the queue for an HDB flat; that officials can be so punctiliousin the way they carry out their functions.
We have a system that works- some will argue too efficiently and sometimes lacking in warmth and compassion. But it is the envy of many.
Who are the people behind his place we live in? One that's provided a sense of belonging; that you often love to hate and even hate to love on those ocassions when things don't go your way.
It's your Government, your Prime Minister and his Cabinet; it's your civil servants, who sometimes appear to think as much how much more they can tax, as they do about how they can give you a neighbourhood green lung to chill.
We operate in a society that is often unaware of the faceless civil servants who have helped make this place more livable; or which ignores the difficulties of the politician selling a tough decision which, at the end of the day, has kept this country alfoat despite regional economic contagion, bird flu and the impact of loving in a sometimes a prickly neighbourhood.
How much is that worth to you?
How much is it worth to be able to live in the relative comfort of our own home, to enjoy the security of your environment, to worship freely in your temple? How much do you value the strength of your dollar, the recognition the Singapoer brand names has, the quality of your Government?
Paying and obeying to our politician and civil servant more is not going to put a bigger dent in your wallet and pride.It is a continuing act of faith.
Faith in a government, in those at its helm and in those who carry out its work, to bring this country forward and to improve the well-being of Singaporeans. And we trust that the faith we place by acccepting the need for upward salary adjustments is not going to be misplaced.
And I somehow cant totally agree with video clip found against our highly criticized leader on this website.
http://www.sheepcitytv.com/
Enjoy...
Fear is your foe
When we're down, we turn to friends. But hearing solutions on individual perspectives has its downsides. How many time have you heard a friend saying "oh he..he's always like that, just ignore him" Ignorance is a bliss if the matter ignores you as well.
I've come across some good sources that has made me see much clearer picture and clear paradigms of problems as dead end but view it as challenges.
I've come across some good sources that has made me see much clearer picture and clear paradigms of problems as dead end but view it as challenges.
'One ought never to turn one's back on a threatened danger
and try to run away from it.
If you do that yuo will double the danger.
But if you meet it promptly and without flinching
you reduce the danger by half.
Never run away from anything!'
By Winston Churchill
I know that challenges are to brew in everyday.
I take them as a learning hole.
Fear says Run. Courage says Stop and Fight.
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