Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
The iPod Killer
Posted by The Premster at 11:10 PM 3 comments
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Bulb Technology
Anyway, back to our encounter....
We chanced upon a table-top water feature (a fountain, basically) while out shopping and my wife thought it would look fabulous in our study room. So, we decided to spring for it. The petite girl who attended to us was unable to get the new fountain out of its box for us to inspect. Seeing her struggle, I told her not to trouble herself and if it was faulty, we would bring it back. I then studied the same unit they had on display to see if there was any assembly required. The following was our conversation.
Me : The bulb looks unique. Is it readily available?
Sales Girl : Not sure but we can order for you also.
Me : That means I'd have to come all the way back here just for a bulb?
Sales Girl : Well sir, you don't have to worry. The bulb uses electricity so you don't have to replace it at all.
Wife (whispering to me) : Was she a beauty pageant contestant?
*sigh*
Posted by The Premster at 10:10 PM 7 comments
Thank Yoo, Everyone
Happi Hulloween from my Daddi, Mammi and mi!!
PS. That's mi on the rite!! :)
Posted by The Premster at 1:05 AM 5 comments
Tags: dev
Monday, October 30, 2006
Save Room For Cool Grooves
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Happy Eid
Posted by The Premster at 3:39 PM 8 comments
Tags: eid
Monday, October 23, 2006
Vote For Me
Posted by The Premster at 2:44 PM 5 comments
Tags: dev
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Deepavali Cheer

Reminder : Don't forget this, ya?
The Other Side Of Premster
"Surely you jest!" or "You've got to be kidding me" would probably be what you're thinking right now. But it is true. I even had a stage name- DJ Mixfreak! Ok, stop giggling. ;)
I started deejaying at the age of 14 when I accidently got roped in to help with a friend's mobile disco (companies that provided disco services at your doorstep). Being one who enjoys music, I was intrigued by how the deejay matched beats and mixed music and that curiousity got the better of me. By the age of 15, I was manning mic and turntables solo, freelancing at clubs and discos when their in-house deejays were on annual or medical leave. I entered a nation-wide deejay mixing competition at the age of 23 - and won. A one year contract remixing for some local performers, deejaying gear and bragging rights were mine.
By the age of 25, I started remixing tracks for local clubs. Most of this was done from my home studio and deejaying took a back seat. I 'retired' from deejaying at the age of 30 due to work commitments and poor health but my enthusiasm for the trade never died. I still remix in my spare time - just for kicks.
By the way, I have an Eid gift for my regular visitors (you know who you are). If you have a Gmail account (or one that can accomodate / receive a file of at least 10MB), please email your address to premster.blogspot.com@gmail.com before 24 October 2006 to claim your gift.
Hear from you soon?
Posted by The Premster at 6:49 PM 4 comments
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
The Blue Blog
Posted by The Premster at 9:39 PM 7 comments
Things That My Head Fill
In comes technology to the rescue. Toshiba has 'invented' a helmet that will allow you to experience a 360 degrees view of a TV programme. It is as simple as turning your TV on and plonking this monstrosity (its 3 kilograms!) on your head. Hmmm... I don't remember the helmets used by the boys on Apollo 13 being this big or looking this frightful.
Halloween is just around the corner. I'm tempted... it'll kill two birds with one stone.
Posted by The Premster at 12:04 AM 5 comments
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Jazzin' Things Up
Posted by The Premster at 1:19 AM 2 comments
Tags: album, birthday, cd, diana krall, jazz
Monday, October 16, 2006
Shop Till You...Smile!
While shopping at one of our gadget malls, I texted an old friend from school and coincidently, he was nearby. We met for a cup of tea to chat about the good ol' days as well as to talk about what we love most - gadgets. It was a pity he was rushing off to see his mom, who was not well, or we would have chatted till the cows came home. And just as he was leaving, I ran into a close relative of mine. Without going into details, the meeting saddened me a great deal even though I was glad to see him. Anyway, I wish him well even though the path he is on in life is very worrying.
I still had a lot of errands to run and one of which was to get a birthday gift for a former colleague / good friend. Shopping for him was tough. "What do you get for a man who has everything?", was the question of the day. On top of that, the chance meeting with my relative was weighing heavily on my mind. So, for a long while, I was roaming the malls aimlessly until I came across a small, thumb-drive looking device in the window. It was labelled "Sony" and that was enough to peak my curiousity. I walked in and was told that it was an MP3 player. I asked to see it. "No big deal. Apple has the iPod Shuffle so Sony is just a copy-cat", the smart-aleck voice in my head went - until it was demo'ed to me.
This little thing, no bigger than my thumb (disclaimer : I have a big thumb!) played MP3 and AAC files, stored data, had a built-in radio, a sports timer for running or cycling and even supported playlists. It had a OLED display which was crisp and showed you clearly what was playing or the radio station it was on. And if all this was not enough, a 3 minute charge on this baby allowed you to run it for a full 3 hours! My unwavering integrity was quickly relocating to a new camp. "Beat that, Apple!", went that voice in my head.
I suddenly found myself smiling at this little device. I knew that my friend would love it as much as I did. So, I got it - two of it, to be precise.
Well, it made me smile, didn't it?
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
All Pooped Out
That's my boy!!
Saturday, October 07, 2006
I Turn 37
| Premster's Birthdate: October 7 |
![]()
|
Posted by The Premster at 12:00 AM 14 comments
Tags: birthday
Friday, October 06, 2006
From This Moment On
Posted by The Premster at 10:54 PM 0 comments
Tags: album, cd, diana krall, jazz
A Dog's Life?

Posted by The Premster at 8:50 PM 0 comments
Tags: casey, eddie, jack russell
Value Of Life
How much is "life" worth? I'm not referring to the popular magazine sold around the world.
About 15 years ago, I was a fan of a show called Northern Exposure and in an episode titled "Ill Wind", Maurice (a self-centered retired astronaut) was angry that Chris (the town's radio deejay) saved him from falling off a building. Maurice's anger stemed from the fact that he felt he was now unduly indebted to Chris. He asked Joel, the town's only doctor, "What is the price of a human body?". Joel tells him that his University professor did a similar study and came up with US$29. "I knew life was cheap!", came Maurice's flippant response.
I've been thinking a lot about life these days and this has put me in a solemn mood. Perhaps it is because I am turning 37 tomorrow. Perhaps it is because this will be the first birthday in 37 years I won't have my father with me - nor will he be for the rest of my birthdays. Or perhaps it is because of how people close to me talk about dying as if it was as simple as flicking a switch.
My wife and I spent a good six months of 2005 in hospitals - visiting, that is. A total of three of my family members, including my father, were in hospital. My father spent the longest time there starting in May till he passed on in January this year. One of the two relatives was in as a result of an infected toe because of diabetes - infected to the point that doctors recommended amputation. "If they amputate my toe, I'll kill myself", he said back then. He didn't go through with the surgery and by God's grace, his toe has healed somewhat. Last week, we chatted again as usual. Over the last few months, his eyesight was failing as a result of diabetes again. "If I go blind, I'll definitely kill myself" came his finite reply.
While I do feel sad for him, a single man over 50 and living alone, I can't help feel angry at his constant proclamation about ending his life, even though he has the support, albeit minimal, of the family. Why am I angry? Read on.
My father walked in and was admitted to hospital on 12th May 2005. He was scheduled to stay only for a few days for observation. This escalated into a major spinal issue and everything went downhill from there - putting him into a wheelchair and unable to walk or stand on his own. Doctors talked about surgery but were too afraid to operate initially because of the delicate nature of the surgery and my father's age. They said there was a possibility that he would not make it through the surgery. I tried hard to catch my breath when I heard those words. I talked to my father about the only high-risk option available to him. After listening to me, he said "Let's do it. I'll be ok". When I asked him if he was sure, he said "Definitely!". I made the arrangements with the doctors despite fearing the worst and true to my father's words, he made it through. Even his doctors were amazed at his will-power. "He a real fighter", the surgeon told us. "That's my Dad.", I replied.
He was in severe pain from the surgery with tubes coming in and out of him at the ICU. But through his groaning, he would enquire if I had eaten or if his office was being taken care of. And a few days after his surgery, he told me "I am looking forward to going back to my office". I smiled because I knew he would fight hard to get well. It was a load off my shoulders. At a point close to his full recovery where he was able to walk with help and support, he suffered a stroke which affected his left hand, left leg and his speech was impaired. I stood by his bedside and cried thinking how life could be so unfair to him especially when he was so close to his recovery. My father, on seeing the tears in my eyes, mumbled something which I could not understand at first. It was after a few attempts that I heard the words "I'll be alright very soon."
He left the hospital three months later still in a wheelchair after doctors said there wasn't much more they could do to help him. He celebrated his birthday two days later. After the small celebration was over that evening, he called me to his room to say that he wanted to go overseas to try other alternative treatments. "When do you want to go?", I asked. "As soon as possible", came his response. My wife and I made the arrangements and the three of us were on a plane two days later. While in flight, he said "I will not be bringing the wheelchair when I return."
My father made good progress while seeking treatment overseas. He even sent us photos of himself taken by family friends there showing him "walking" to his physiotherapy sessions and even raising his left hand to wave. I was very proud of him. He fought hard and almost won - until a massive stroke took his life.
Despite the fact that my father was an old man and at that point faced with the prospect of being wheelchair bound for the rest of his life, he worked hard to be free from his four-wheeled prison. Even when he was overseas, we talked over the phone and in-between conversations, he'd always say "I'm getting better. I'll be back soon." And in spite of the ordeal of the surgery, strokes and other complications along the way, I never once heard him say "I'd rather die". He did anything and everything he could to get well. God, I believe, had bigger plans for him.
Its no competition but my relative's suffering, in my opinion, pales in comparison to my father's. Still, he wants so much to end his life but my father's was taken even though he fought to go on. This, to me, is the greatest tragedy / injustice of all.
During my low days, I sometimes feel that life is too long a haul. But when I think of my father and how much he wanted to live, I feel shame to even entertain these thoughts. What I've gone through in life is nothing compared to what my father had to endure. And now that I have a son, I hope to bring him as much joy as my father brought to me - and for as long as I can. I believe my father persevered for the very same reason.
In the end, I guess its how much you value your life - not your existence.
Posted by The Premster at 1:10 AM 0 comments
Tags: dad, hospital, life, northern exposure, relative
Monday, October 02, 2006
When Gadgets And Kitchens Collide

Everyone knows I am a gadget fanatic. I get excited over anything that has a digital screen, beeps and has loads of buttons. My dear wife? She loves cooking and baking. So, it was a match made in heaven when we were out shopping for kitchen appliances while we were having our home renovated.
While shopping for an oven, we came across a variety of brands and models. We settled on a Electrolux built-in oven which was touted to be a "smart oven". My wife thumbed through the manual and said "This has pre-defined programmes for Lasange, Pizza, Roasting Chicken, etc. Just pop it in and press the button." She also mentioned something about a long metal rod called a "meat probe" and I made an inappropriate joke about how it would benefit our salesman, who appeared to be gay. Shame on you, Prem!!
"It costs a lot more than a regular built-in, dear.", my wife said. I looked at it and analysed. Digital screen? Check. Beeps? Check. Lots of buttons? Check. And it was brushed metal too! "Technically sound oven", I thought with a smile. I gave her the thumbs up to go for it. Nothing like digital screens, beeps and buttons to make a kitchen feel high-tech.
Yesterday, I got to see the "smart oven" in action as my wife decided to take it for a test drive by making Shepherd's Pie. The final product? Mmmmmm.... it was heavenly. My wife appeared excited by the performance of the oven and the perfect Shepherd's Pie that resulted.
Her lovely smile and my satisfied tummy made for a perfect end to the weekend! The "smart oven" made us both happy.

Posted by The Premster at 10:46 PM 10 comments
Tags: electrolux, home, kitchen, oven, shepherd's pie, wife
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Damn Them Scams

This is an urgent public service announcement. Sounds important? Well, it is.
There is a scam that appears to be targetting mobile phone users whereby a premium international calls service provider in China is calling mobile phones randomly and hanging up immediately. This will show up as a missed call and may prompt some mobile phone users to hit the "call back" button. When they do, they're routed to a voice recording, in Chinese, telling them that they've won a prize. Meanwhile, this premium service provider charges premium rates for the call to the mobile phone subscriber's service provider. Scumbags! I have a few other choice words but they're unfortunately not suitable for the Internet.
When I heard of this last week, I thought it might not be all that rampant... until I received a call myself yesterday. They didn't get me cos I was hip to the scam. Too bad for them. With knowledge comes power. Let all your friends and family know about this scam and do not return calls to numbers starting with +861 unless you're absolutely sure who the caller is.
I am not sure if they are targetting mobile phone users in other regions but its better to be safe than sorry.
PS. The number that appeared on my phone was +6813592795490.
Jinxed

This post has nothing to do with Halle Berry or her role as Jinx in the movie "Die Another Day". I just Google'd "JINX" to see if I could find an image of myself and out popped Ms Berry.
I seemed to be jinxed in a strange way. At a particular time of every year, usually around August, September and October, things around me seem to start to break or spoil. I don't know why but it seems to be some sort of curse.
Last weekend, I tried to boil some water on our spanking new Electrolux gas hob and when I tried auto-igniting one of the burners, it seemed like all three of them were igniting. Even though there was gas flowing through the outlets, it wasn't firing up. No tea.
Last night when I got home, I popped in one of Janet Seidel's CDs on my *ahem* Bose Lifestyle 35 Series II system to enjoy and I found that the digital display was acting up. Lots of odd characters starting popping up, looking like something out of the movie The Matrix. We bought this system in July of this year and paid an arm, a leg, a kidney and part of my liver for it. In fact, I only started using the system actively over the last few days - and that for only about an hour or two a day.
This morning, my wife told me one of our new kitchen lights had blown. Only after two weeks of use? Later in the evening, my wife called me at work to tell me that our new aircon system has started leaking. *sigh*
The time has come for me to be cleansed in a holy river somewhere.
Posted by The Premster at 1:22 AM 2 comments
Tags: bose, electrolux, gas hob, jinx
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Happy Birthday, Casey!

Today, Casey celebrates her 2nd birthday. That makes her 14 years old in dog years.
For her birthday, my wife prepared a special treat for her. Of course, Eddie benefits from such celebrations as well. My wife said they did not take their heads out of their bowls still everything was cleared up
Happy birthday, Casey!!
Posted by The Premster at 5:30 PM 4 comments
Tags: birthday, casey, eddie, jack russell
Classic Lefty
If you can't remember who Lefty from Sesame Street is, you've got to check this video out.
I love this guy!
Posted by The Premster at 2:05 AM 2 comments
Tags: ernie, lefty, sesame street, video
Back To The Old School

I woke up sometime around lunch today to find my little boy sitting in his comfy baby recliner watching Sesame Street. He seemed bewildered with all the colours and Elmo's exceptionally high-pitched voice. Maybe I should just spring for the Elmo TMX and blame it on him! "It's for his development, dear!", I'll tell my wife. Hmmm... I digress.
My wife and I went on to discuss the virtues of Sesame Street and I shared with her how I was a huge fan of the popular children's television programme from the age of 4 till I was about 18. The Sesame Street aired today felt a lot different from what I used to watch years ago. It had more colourful characters, both physically and personality-wise, and it seemed to have more to teach. While Elmo was reading e-mails from children (yes, e-mails!), I wondered what happened to characters like Sherlock Hemlock, Guy Smiley, Grover, Cookie Monster, Sammy The Snake and my favourite, Lefty. They brought a great deal of fun and laughter to the show which is what is lacking in today's version of Sesame Street.
"It's a real pity they don't have the older Sesame Street on DVD", I lamented. My wife agreed. But surprise, surprise! I found out today on Amazon that they will be releasing the old school episodes of Sesame Street (1969 - 1974) close to the end of October and it is now available for pre-order. I was so excited with my discovery that I promptly whipped out my credit card to buy it.
"Its for his development, dear."
Posted by The Premster at 1:41 AM 3 comments
Friday, September 22, 2006
Tickle Me Pink
Come on, admit it. We all love Elmo. He's that cute red fuzzy character with the orange nose on Sesame Street. I love Sesame Street. "Can you tell me how to get... how to get to Sesame Street." Don't be shy... sing along.... "Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away...."
Believe it or not, I even have a Tickle Me Elmo toy that was a gift from a friend for my 24th birthday! It is a battery operated plush toy that giggles and laughs when you press his tummy and ends off saying "Oh boy, that tickles!" I can't help laugh along with it. I know... I'm weird.
The "Tickle Me Elmo" designers have taken Elmo a few notches higher. Introducing the Tickle Me Elmo Extreme - TMX. Check this out.
Have I mentioned my birthday is around the corner? *hint*
Posted by The Premster at 10:35 PM 10 comments
Tags: elmo, sesame street, video
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
With A Little Help From My Friends
Late last night, I was not able to sleep. So, I decided to spend it trying to unpack my CDs, sound systems and books into the study. Little did I know that my two pals, Eddie and Casey, decided to join me and keep me company while I was hard at work. Here's a picture of them.
They're the best!!
Posted by The Premster at 2:30 AM 6 comments
Tags: casey, eddie, jack russell, moving, unpacking
Monday, September 18, 2006
Here's To New Beginnings

After all the hype, we've finally moved on 15th September and settled in to our new home. The move did not go as smoothly as I expected because the weather decided to throw us a curve-ball. It rained buckets that day, representing a teary farewell to a place I called home for 14 years. Fortunately, we had the sense to cling-wrap everything as we were packing and as a result, there were no "casualities".
It was tough leaving our old place (see picture on top right), especially for me, even though there were a lot of painful memories tied to that apartment. But after the last box was moved out and transported to our new home, I stayed behind to walk around the house, remembering my dad writing his memoirs at his desk in his room and walking by the kitchen brought back memories of my mom standing in the kitchen slaving over a hot stove preparing dinner on weekends. Her signature dish was stir-fried corned mutton with long beans. It was my all-time favourite and I could almost smell it at that moment.
I remember when I first moved there from our two storey house back in 1992, I hated the place. But we had to move there due to circumstances beyond our control. Perhaps it was the circumstances that I hated, not the place. But as the years rolled on, it seemed like the most comfortable place on earth. And by last week, I was dreading the move to our new place. Although much more elegant than the old place with many luxurious comforts that I have accorded myself, I still felt a weight on my heart.
But in spite of the memories of my dad writing and my mom cooking, I also recall that I moved there with my parents but when leaving, my parents were no longer with me. While there, I lost a large part of my family through death as well as misunderstandings and quarrels. But on the flip side, I moved there as a son but left as a father. I moved there as a bachelor but left as a husband. I moved there as a fun-loving chap in his early 20s but left as a responsible adult.
Before I turned off the power to my now former home, I whispered a prayer for my dad and mom thanking them for the home that changed me from a playful youngster to a man, even though I gave them a lot of grief when we moved there. And as I embark on the next phase of my life in our new home with my wife and son, I look forward to the positive challenges ahead of me and hope that I can make this home a place that my son will remember fondly for the rest of his life.
Posted by The Premster at 11:00 PM 3 comments
My Big Fat Obnoxious Blogging Tool
I got my newly acquired PC set up today. I am usually a notebook person and tote it around wherever I go - mostly anyway. Anyhow, some years ago, I got into video editing and promised myself that when we moved to our new home, I will get myself a new suped up PC with the works.
Introducing my brand new Dell Dimension 5150 PC with 3.4GHz Pentium Duo CPU, 2GB RAM and 320GB of hard disc real estate. Comes complete with the wireless keyboard and mouse too.
And my first order of business with it? To write my latest blog, of course.
Isn't he a handsome fellow??
Posted by The Premster at 10:35 PM 2 comments
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Year Of The Dog?
Recently, my son has developed a strange "habit". He reaches for his head, grips a clump of his hair and tugs at it really hard. This is, of course, followed by his loud screams. I don't think he knows that he is pulling on his own hair and keeps doing it until one of us moves his hand away.
This dog seems to have a similar "habit".
2006 is the year of the dog, isn't it? Hmmm....
Posted by The Premster at 10:44 PM 5 comments
Mr Cranky Pants

My little boy is 6 weeks old! Time really flies when you're sleep deprived. I can't quite tell between day and night anymore and everything seems to be done on "auto-pilot" mode, if you know what I mean.
Premster Jr is growing very quickly. And with his physical development, his mind is also starting to "connect the dots". He sees things and gets facinated. This was three weeks ago. Today, when he sees something of interest to him, he tries to reach for it. And when he can't, he starts to throw a fit. And when he throws a fit, he makes sure the entire neighbourhood knows that he's pissed. So, he now has a new nickname thanks to his Daddy - Mr Cranky Pants.
Sadly, he's not the only "Cranky Pants" in the family. I think it has become my trait as well. Sleep deprivation will do that to you. I can go without eating for 2 days, without water for 24 hours but if I am not allowed to sleep, I'll go berserk. So, I seem to snap at every little thing these days.
Fortunately for Mr Cranky Pants Junior and Senior, we don't have a Mrs Cranky Pants. The Mrs has a smile on her every day and puts up with Junior's tantrums - he pulls his own hair and then screams as a result of the pain! - as well as Senior's constant gloom. I really can't imagine how she does it. Two babies in one household has to be tough on her. She's a real trooper.
And during the breaks she gets when Cranky Pants and Cranky Pants are both alseep, she tries to scour the Internet for nursery rhymes to entertain our little boy when he wakes up. And having found quite a few, she pointed out this important fact to me. Have you noticed how terrible / depressing children's nursery rhymes are?
London Bridge Is Falling Down - Talks about the collapse of a bridge.
Ding Dong Bell - Rhyme about someone drowning a cat.
Humpty Dumpty - About Humpty Dumpty falling off a wall and broken beyond repair.
Rock A Bye Baby - A lullaby about a baby in his cradle which falls off a tree!
Little Miss Muffet - Rhyme about Miss Muffet who is arachnophobic.
Jack And Jill - Rhyme about two kids who went up a hill to get water and the boy fell and broke his head.
Three Blind Mice - Tale about a farmer's wife cutting of the... er... tails of three already suffering blind mice.
Old Woman In A Shoe - The beginning of child abuse and birth control?
*sigh*
Posted by The Premster at 12:34 AM 6 comments
Tags: dev, nursery rhymes, wife
Monday, September 11, 2006
Remembering 9/11 - Five Years On

Do you remember what you were doing on 11 September 2001 when the ill-fated planes hit the World Trade Centre? I do. Back then, I was working for a TV station. Every day, I would sit in front of my TV at 9:30 pm to watch the nightly news with the small satisfaction that I had played a part towards the successful transmission of the bulletin. That fateful day was no exception.
I remember our presenters, Arnold and Michelle, starting off the news bulletin with a cheery smile and reading the day's events to hundreds of thousands of viewers. Halfway through at about 9:40 pm, Michelle stopped reading and appeared to look distraught. Then came the horrifying footage beamed into our homes 'live'. A plane had crashed into one of the World Trade Centre's Twin Towers. At that point, it appeared to be a freak accident perhaps due to pilot error. And as the footage kept coming, another plane was seen approaching the second tower and before I could catch my breath, it crashed head-on. It was then that the world knew that this was no accident. Our usually eloquent presenters were left lost for words.
I watched the images in disbelief. Who would do such a thing? And why? Before 9/11, "terrorism" not a word commonly used in daily conversations. Today, we hear it all the time. Security has been tightened all over the world. Cars entering Government buildings and installations are routinely checked, airports are generously sprinkled with security personnel armed to the teeth and riding on the subway means you may be subjected to random bag checks. And all because one senseless man decided that he wanted to act like a barbarian and take the lives of more than two thousand men and women, each of whom was somebody important to someone out there. There was no justification for him to kill anyone but he did it anyway. I don't think I can begin to imagine the loss and anger attached to losing someone in such a cruel manner.
On 11 September 2001, lives were ruined forever. Our way of life changed forever. All that is left of a majestic building is a gaping hole in the ground. But the question to ask is "Has terrorism won?" My answer would be a firm "no". It was more of wake-up call. It was a wake-up call to the world saying that we should not take the freedom that we enjoy for granted. It was a wake-up call for Governments and countries all over the world not to take national security lightly. It was a wake-up call to each any every human being, regardless of race, colour, language and religion, to be united as one and fight the war against terrorism.
While I was shaken by the events I saw on my TV that day, I knew that the world would not take one madman's senseless act lying down and we will recover from it and be stronger. While we live slightly more "restricted" lives these days, I somehow feel safer knowing that everyone is doing everything in their power not to allow any act a fraction of the magnitude we witnessed on September 11th to ever happen again.
And while I do not know anyone who suffered the wrath of September 11th personally, I take time to remember those who have lost their lives needlessly and those who live on to mourn the loss of a friend or a loved one on this day. I hope they will be comforted knowing that we are winning the war on terrorism and eventually, terror will only be felt in the stone hearts of those who perpetuated it in the first place.
We will, without a doubt, win this fight.
Posted by The Premster at 7:31 PM 2 comments
Friday, September 01, 2006
Happy Teachers' Day!

On the 1st of September every year, students in Singapore celebrate Teachers' Day. Its a day set aside to honour, appreciate and recognise the effort of teachers here. Having spoken to some school-going kids recently, it appears that Teachers' Day is "just another holiday" for them. Not many students today truly appreciate the hard-work, energy and dedication that teachers put into drumming knowledge into their heads as well as moulding them into being invaluable members of society.
With today's busy lifestyle where both parents have to go out into the workforce to ensure a relatively comfortable life, the education and the nurturing of their children are often left solely to teachers. And when these kids mess up, the teachers often are on the receiving end of blame. I remember back in the day, if I made a mistake in school and was punished, I would only get "Good! You deserved it!" from my parents if I told them. Not even an ounce of sympathy could be squeezed from either. However these days, a teacher gets hauled up to the Principal's office by the parents if their child is punished. It doesn't matter if the child is wrong. And later, society wonder why our kids are so ill-behaved.
Sadly, the minute a student graduates from school, the sweat and blood of his teacher is often forgotten. And when they run into their teachers some time later in life, they pretend not to recognise them. I feel sorry for these students - and the teachers that shaped them.
My aim with this entry is not to yammer on about the sad relationship between teachers and students but to talk about one of my favourite teachers, how much I love her and will never forget what she's done for me. Her name is Mdm Tai.
First and foremost, let me start by saying that very little scared me back when I was in school. The sight of teachers or even our school's Principal would not make me flinch one bit. Fortunately, I was not a rebellious kid or else this trait would have made me "famous" in school. But at the prime of my teenage years when I was in Pre-University, I met a lady that my classmates and I actually "feared". She is Mdm Tai, an elegant lady with impeccable dress sense. No matter how noisy the class was, the minute her well-polished high-heeled shoes made its first step through the classroom door, the entire class would go silent.
Mdm Tai taught us Economics and she was an excellent teacher. She worked very hard to hammer simple economic concepts through our thick skulls. With her in-depth knowledge of the subject, you'd think she'd be better off in a cushy job working for a business or financial consultancy raking in loads of money instead of standing on her feet all day in a hot classroom inhaling chalk-dust and making sure we understood stuff like Demand & Supply and The Law of Diminishing Returns. But she came to class everyday and in the three years of Pre-University that I knew Mdm Tai, I never recalled her taking a sick day.
If there is one word that described her, it would be "strict" - in every sense of the meaning. She was a no nonsense teacher. During our second year, we had to do weekly exercises from a pink Economics book filled with multiple-choice questions. For those of us who were too lazy to get our work done - and that was all of us - we'd borrow the book from the only other Pre-University class who had already completed the exercise with Mdm Tai and we copied the answers wholesale. We were "brilliant"... but Mdm Tai was two steps ahead of us. She started the class by reading question one and asking "Prem, what is your answer?" I stood up proudly and said "C" knowing full well it was the correct answer. "Very good, Prem! But why can't the answer be "D"? Please explain." The usually talkative, jovial and effervescent Prem could only manage the intermittent "er..... er..... um.... er....". I looked around the class and I could literally see the colour drain from the faces of my chums. "Made good friends with the other class, I see.", came Mdm Tai's conclusion and I was promptly invited to stand on my chair and looking like an Oscar. Not too long after, we were all standing on our chairs. We learnt that Mdm Tai was not interested in the right answer - she really wanted to know if we actually understood what we've learnt . We started taking our assignments seriously, forming study groups and making sure we were armed to the teeth with economics theories and concepts.
Mdm Tai was not all business. We saw her fun side when we invited her, for the first time, to one of our weekend parties at my house. Mdm Tai rolled up her sleeves and helped with the barbecue, made sure the fruit punch didn't have "punch", if you get my drift and when the thumping music played by yours truly came on, she got onto the dance floor and boogie'd the night away with all of us. We all had a blast - especially since we were having a wonderful time with the teacher we "feared".
Someone reading this will ask : "If you're so scared of your teacher, what made you invite her to your party anyway?" The answer to that is simple. While she often berated us severely for our laziness or failure to understand simple theories or simply because we misbehaved, there was one thing she could never hide from us - the care and concern that showed in her eyes and in between her yelling, you could clearly hear that there wasn't a tinge of malice or disdain. That was what made us love and appreciate her. Everything she did was from the heart. We eventually realised that we did not actually fear her but it was the feeling of our immense respect for our teacher. I think we were more fearful of disappointing her.
One evening about 5 years after we graduated, all of us invited Mdm Tai to dinner in town. We hadn't seen her before that. And when she walked into the restaurant, she was as radiant and elegant as ever and her fashion sense was still top-notched. I was surprised when she walked straight to me and said "Prem! Its wonderful to see you again!" and gave me a hug! I fought hard to hold back my tears of joy.
Sadly, Mdm Tai retired from teaching in 2005 and many students will not have the good fortune of experiencing her love, care and concern - even if it is hidden by the massive scoldings. And although in her 60s now, I'll bet everything I own that even if her hair maybe a little silvery, she's still as elegant as she ever was. I'd like to think that her class of 1987 - 1989 did her proud. All of us have successful careers with some of us in very well-known local and multi-national companies as Engineers and Managers while others have gone on to becoming successful entrepreneurs and even teachers, following in Mdm Tai's footsteps.
There is so much more to write about my fantastic teacher but if I go on, this blog will turn into a book. I am not sure if Mdm Tai will ever come across this blog but if she does, I want her to know how much we all apprecite her for everything she has done for us. She was a wonderful teacher and definitely second to none. I only hope that when my son goes to school, he'll be fortunate enough to have a teacher he can appreciate and respect too.
Thank you, Mdm Tai. Our affection and appreciation for you will not be subjected to the Law of Diminishing Returns.
Happy Teachers' Day!
No prizes for picking out Mdm Tai in the picture above.
Note From Premster : Mdm Tai is in her 50s, not her 60s. Stupid, stupid Prem!!
Posted by The Premster at 1:34 PM 12 comments
Friday, August 11, 2006
Home That Prem (And The Mrs) Built - The Final
Alright everyone, let's all collectively breathe a huge sigh of relief. Our home is finally ready. No more frustrations, late-night discussions and hurling verbal abuse at our designer - in my mind anyway. Here are the before and after pictures of our place. Hope you like them - the "after" pictures, that is.

Our Living Room - Another View (Before)

Our Living Room - Another View (After)

Our Dining Room (Before)
Our Dining Room (After)

Our Kitchen (Before)

Our Kitchen (After)

Our Bedroom (Before)


Mrs Prem and I went through a great deal of stress to get this done. Well, Mrs Prem bore most of the stress. She did an excellent job! In all fairness, our designer did an excellent job too. Kudos, Angela!
What do you think?? Be kind, ya?
Posted by The Premster at 7:52 PM 18 comments
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
And Baby Makes Three

On 29 July, the loud cries of a 2.9 kilogram baby boy being wheeled out of a delivery suite changed my status from being a husband to being a father as well. It was surreal - like one of those out-of-body experiences so many people talk about. It was so overwhelming that when the doctor examining him asked me if I'd like to carry my son, the only words that came out were "Maybe later". That, of course, prompted a very disgusted look from him!
It's not like I didn't know we were going to have a baby. We actually found out sometime in December last year. My father was seeking treatment and therapy overseas for his spine condition at that time and he was the first person I called to share the news with. My father had a way of hiding his excitement, perhaps his way of not betraying his cool exterior. But this time, he could not hide his true emotions with just his casual "Very good! Congratulations!". You could not miss the happiness in his voice. Later, I heard from a relative, who was at the hospital at that time, that he told all the doctors, nurses, other patients and visiting friends and relatives about the news that day. Our relative described him as being "very very happy". This is the "recent development" I talked about in an earlier blog. Sadly, this happiness was short-lived for the both of us for he suffered a massive stroke a few days later and died after a couple of weeks, never to be able to meet and get to know his grandson.
I always imagined that when I had a child, my father would be there to show me the ropes. Why? Because he was a top-notch Dad. He always knew what to do or what to say in any situation. He always had a way of making me feel good about myself even though I knew I messed up. He always made sacrifices for his son when the need arose. I always wanted to know how he did it - what made him a fantastic father. More importantly, I wanted to learn from the best. Today, as I write this sitting across from my son's crib, I wonder if I can be a fantastic father, much like my own was, to him. I wonder if I can care for him unconditionally like my father did all these years. I wonder if I can make sacrifices for him. I guess the only answer to that is love.
When he was born, he looked up to me and cried his lungs out. That's what babies do when they're introduced to their new world for the first time. He wailed and stared at this "stranger" whom he was placing his life and future in the hands of. For me, I knew that from the minute he was born, I was responsible for comforting his every cry, pain or suffering. The thing is, we have a long road to travel together. We have to get to know each other. We have to understand each other and most importantly, we have to grow to love and respect each other more and more everyday.
Truthfully, I am not sure if I felt even a little "fatherly love" in my heart when my son and I first met at the hospital minutes after he was born. At that moment, I wasn't sure if I'd ever feel it. For this, I really wish my father was at my side to share his wisdom about fatherhood. But I realised in the next few days that I was not as unfeeling as I thought I was - because love filled my heart when he gripped my finger and stared at me with big innocent eyes two days later. I guess it was his way of saying that he needed me to be there for him always and at the same time reassuring me that he had faith in me being a good Daddy.
Premster Jr and I are both vulnerable at this point. But his grip symbolised our first handshake between father and son, sealing a pact that we would be there for each other every step of the way. We'll both make mistakes along life's rocky path but I hope that we will learn from them and that it'll strengthen our bond. I look forward to teaching him what I've learnt in life but what I am most excited about is when the teacher becomes the student - in my greying years, that is. I hope it'll excite him as well.
The circle of life carries on and I know that it is with my father's blessings. I hope I'll do both my father and my son proud.
Posted by The Premster at 11:24 PM 14 comments
Tags: dad, dev, relationship, wife
Monday, August 07, 2006
Nuts About Donuts
Here's a secret. I have a serious weakness for donuts. My wife thinks I am crazy and worries for my health when I stand in a bakery and drool looking at the colourful rings of dough. I am not sure when it started but when Dunkin' Donuts first opened an outlet here, I tried it and went ballistic. When I was much younger, my Dad would give me $100 on my birthday to spend however I liked. At least half of it would go into buying donuts for my family and friends - a tradition on my birthday! It is a real pity that they're no longer operating in this region. I miss them. *slurp*
I've never tried a Boston Creme Donut but since this quiz says that I'm one, I should try it one day. The description is pretty accurate too!
You Are a Boston Creme Donut |
![]()
|
Posted by The Premster at 11:55 PM 2 comments
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Tagged By A Princess

Alright, I got tagged by Her Royal Highness a few days ago and I didn't even know it. And believe it or not, I had to ask "How does one get tagged?". *sigh*
So, here's my entry.
Best:
Male friend: Eddie
Female friend: Casey
Vacation: Never been on vacation! How sad is that? But my best working trip was to the States. It felt like a holiday!
Worst:
Time of day: When it's time to haul myself out of bed.
Day of the week: Monday. Isn't that everyone's worst day??
Color crayon: White. Cos it is totally unnecessary. Noticed how it is the least worn in a box of used crayons?
Last:
Person you talked to that went to your school: Colin
Talked to on the phone: Mrs Premster
Text: Mrs Premster
Person you instant messaged: Colleague from office
Today:
What are you doing now: Duh?!?!
Wearing: Long-sleeved shirt, black pants, leather boots, toe socks, watch, bracelet, wedding ring, chain.... should i go on?? ;)
Tomorrow:
Is: The end of today.
Got any plans: Yup, to come back to this entry to read the comments.
Goal: Not to screw up tomorrow like I screwed up today.
Dislikes about tomorrow: Not Saturday.
Favorite:
Number: 7
Song: Depends on my mood or state of mind.
Color: Black or darker shades of blue
Currently:
Missing Someone: Yes - Mrs Premster
Mood: Down.
Wanting: A new posting or a new job
True/False:
I am a cuddler: True.
I am a morning person: That is a big NO!
I am a perfectionist: True.
I am an only child: False. And I have to say that this is truly unfortunate.
I am currently in my pajamas: Trick question??
I am currently pregnant: Hahahahaha.... that would be quite a feat, wouldn't it?
I am currently suffering from a broken heart: Yes, as a result of my uncles, aunty and cousins.
I am left handed: False.
I am addicted to Blogging: Not yet but I think I am getting there.
I am online 24/7: True. But that's only because I am an IT Engineer.
I am very shy around the opposite gender: A little, I guess. But I chalk it up to just being polite.
I can be paranoid at times: At times? Try all the time.
I currently have a crush on someone: False.
I currently regret something that I have done: False.
I enjoy country music: Not at all. Country songs are mostly about broken hearts and broken relationships. I find them depressing.
I enjoy smoothies: True. Mrs Premster introducted me to them when we met and I am hooked.
I enjoy talking on the phone: I prefer talking face to face.
I have a hard time paying attention at school/work: True. It is because of the..... er.... what was the question again?
I have a hidden talent: Yes. I'll let you know when I find it.
I have a lot to learn: True. But my brain says "Disk Full! Unable to write new data."
I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal: False.
Anger:
Are you currently mad at someone? A colleague.
Which of your friends has the worst temper? I am hot tempered enough for all my friends.
Have you ever thrown something at anyone? Yes.
Ever had something thrown at you? Yes.
When you’re mad do you prefer to stare angrily or yell and scream? All of the above. ;)
Excitement:
Has anyone ever thrown you a surprise party for you? Yes. But I was not too amused.
Are you easily excited? Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! :D
What are you most excited about? New gadget launches and currently, my new home!
If you won a million dollars what would be your first thought? Buy a safe!
If you could have anything right now what would it be? Mitsubishi Evolution IX. I like going places... fast!
Self-Discovery:
Name: Prem
Where were you born? Bed ;)
What’s your main goal in life? Work-hard, play hard and retire early.
How do you want to die? Unexpectedly.
Opinions:
Sex before marriage? Nope!
Gay Marriage? To each, his own. I don't judge.
Lower the Drinking age? No. Young people of legal drinking age cannot handle alchohol as it is. Recycling? Yes!
Dreams:
What was your latest dream? I usually forget my dreams. See "I have a lot to learn" above.
Have any of your dreams come true? Not sure. I can't remember most of them!
What was the weirdest dream you’ve ever had? Falling down stairs and jolting myself awake. Used to happen to me frequently when I was a kid. I kinda miss it.
Love-Life: Straight, Gay, Bi? Straight
Do you have a bf/gf? Nope! I did have a girlfriend who is now my wife.
Do you have a crush? No.
How many beds did you lay in yesterday? One.
What color shirt are you wearing? Blue.
Name one thing that you do everyday? Sitting on my throne - aka. the toilet.
What color are your walls? Debutant. Check paint colour codes for details. :)
How much cash do you have on you right now? About S$30
I can’t wait till…? I get home today. I am dead tired.
When was the last time you saw your dad? January this year. He passed away shortly after.
What did you have for dinner last night? Fried rice and sweet and sour chicken.
What’s the last piece of clothing you borrowed from someone? Never had to.
What website(s) do you visit the most during the day? Blogspot, Gmail and Gizmodo.
Does anything hurt on your body right now? Ask me what doen't hurt.
Have You Ever:
Have you ever failed a class? Yes, I have. :(
Have you ever sung in front of a crowd? Unfortunately, yes. That's what too much alchohol does to you. See "Lower drinking age" above. ;)
Have you ever not taken a shower for 3 days? *yucks* I shower at least twice a day!!
Have you ever slept with a night light? No.
Have you ever danced in the rain? No. That's only for Bollywood stars. :P
Have you ever lied? Who hasn't?
Have you ever had contacts? Nope. I am fearful of putting my finger into my eye.
Have you ever tripped over something stupid? Yes. And I have tripped over someone stupid too!
Pick One:
Samosa, Pakora, Kebab: Kebab. I love them! *slurp*
Bollywood, Lollywood, Hollywood: Hollywood.
Love marriage, Arranged marriage: They're both alright if you know how to make it work.
Honeymoon, no moon: Honeymoon.
How many kids would u like 1,2, 3+: Ideally, twins would be great. But one would be just as good.
Kulfi, Ice cream: Definitely ice-cream. I've tried Kulfi. :(
Shah ruk khan, Orlando Bloom: Orlando Bloom. Mrs Premster would beg to differ.
Meenar-e-Pakistan, Eiffel Tower: Eiffel Tower. I don't know the other.
Lahore, Khi, Islambad: Err.... help??
Alright, if no one has tagged Zizo yet, allow me to do the honours. :)
Posted by The Premster at 9:35 PM 8 comments
Friday, July 21, 2006
Spellbound
In case you were wondering, I am not dyslexic. Just thought you might like to try this. Read on...
I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs.
The guys down at Cambridge University are really free, aren't they? ;)
Have a good weekend, everyone!
Posted by The Premster at 11:23 PM 6 comments
Tags: funny
Killing Me Softly With This Song

Maybe I'm just weird. Or maybe it happens to everyone. That's where you come in.
Have you, after many years, heard a song from the past that churned up painful or even forgotten memories? It happens to me all the time. Perhaps it is because I have been surrounded by music all my life. So, when a song is hot on the airwaves and something bad happens in that period, that very song will stir up those same painful memories even years later.
The thing is, the songs that evoke bad memories are in no way crappy tunes. Unfortunately, these bad events ruin them forever for me. If only there was a way to 'reset' the situation - then I will be able to fully appreciate these great tracks.
So, without further ado, here's my top ten songs that guaranteed to leave a bad taste in my mouth. In no particular order, they are :
- Bad Day - Daniel Powter
- Can't Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon
- Where Do You Go - No Mercy
- Ain't No Doubt - Jimmy Nail
- Would I Lie To You - Charles & Eddie
- You And I Both - Jason Mraz
- Friends - Michael W Smith
- Don't Call Me Baby - Madison Avenue
- Se A Vida E - Pet Shop Boys
- You're Beautiful - James Blunt
So, do you have a list too?
Posted by The Premster at 12:38 AM 6 comments
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Japanese "Technology"
The Japanese are well known for innovative technology. They are, after all, the first to bring us portable music players like the infamous "Walkman" back in the 70s. This evolved into portable disc players and today, portable MP3 and video players. So, I was not too surprised when I came across this video.
Why was I looking for something like this on the Internet? I've been doing quite a bit of my own ironing these days and I realised that while my ironing skill is average, I am hopeless when it comes to folding t-shirts... and that is putting it mildly.
The video is in Japanese and I am no Pat Morita. But it seems easy enough to follow.
Try it out and let me know how it works out for you. Have fun!!
Cool, isn't it?? I thought so too! :)
Posted by The Premster at 12:15 AM 3 comments
Tags: innovation, video
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Pimpin' My Ride

As if I didn't have enough to do already when we started massive renovation works at our new apartment, I decided to "renovate" my car as well. I am a gadget fanatic and the more tricked-out my car is, the happier I am. It is no wonder that I was a huge fan of Knight Rider back in the 80s. For a long time, I believed that KITT was real and more intelligent than his owner, Michael Knight, played by David Hasselhoff.
So, the project to upgrade my black 2003 Subaru Impreza began in May and is still on-going. The modifications will include :
- A new height and damping adjustable suspension system
- Electronic gauges that will monitor oil temperature, oil pressure and the intake manifold
- New 225/45/17 (17") rims
- A souped-up sound system
- Voltage regulator
- New twin-pipe exhaust
- Rev / Speed monitoring system
The project will be done in stages because I suffer from severe withdrawal symptoms if I am away from my car for more than 6 hours. So, I will not allow my car to be kept overnight at any workshop unless I am also allowed to stay over.
Here's a picture of my ride from June at a workshop getting the suspension system fitted on. More updates very soon!
Note : Poor picture quality inherent in lousy camera phone. Please do not adjust your internet browser. ;)
Posted by The Premster at 1:19 AM 2 comments
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Missing In Action

It has been awhile since I've posted anything here. It is not that I have abandoned the idea of writing a blog but things have been absolutely crazy in my world over the last week or so. With the work on our apartment coming to a close in a week's time, there are a million things to sort out - delivery of furniture, home appliances, TVs and audio systems (*cheers*) and other miscellaneous items. This has left me little time for anything else.
Also, there have been a large number of major hiccups at work. So, troubleshooting and writing reports take up all my time. Fortunately, for all the effort put in, my team and I have been receiving lots of pats on the back. This is good, especially since our annual appraisal is just around the corner. *wink*
Although I have not been by to update my blog nor visited the other blogs I love reading everyday (you know who you are), you guys are always in my thoughts.
I'll put up the final installment of "Home That Prem (And The Mrs) Built" very soon once the work is done and I can take a decent picture of the place. Also, if you read my earlier blog "Home, Bitter-Sweet Home", I talk about "a very recent development". That will soon be revealed too.
So stay tuned, boys and girls. The best is yet to come!
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Oh no, I'm Snoopy!!
Found this quiz on BlogThings and decided to take it. Turns out I am a Beagle Puppy! My two Jack Russell Terriers will be none too pleased.
| I am a Beagle Puppy!! |
![]() Cheerful, energetic, and happy go lucky. |
Give the quiz a go and let me know how it turns out for you. Have fun, ya??
Posted by The Premster at 9:03 PM 7 comments
Tags: casey, eddie, jack russell, thoughts
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Velvet Smooth

This man is multi-talented. He's a singer, song-writer, producer and guitarist. He is none other than Lenny Kravitz (born Leonard Albert Kravitz on 26 May 1964). And if you think that this list of talents is not enough, he also plays bass, piano, saxophone, drums, trumpet and even the sitar. Still not impressed? How about the fact that he plays all the instruments on each of his tracks? Ah, that got your attention, didn't it??
Anyhow, I was down town shopping for a gift for my wife's birthday a few weeks ago and ended up in a music store. That's no surprise for my family and friends. Long story short, they were playing a track called "Black Velveteen" and this caught my attention. I found my feet tapping to the funk beat and eventually, my feet moved to the sales counter to enquire who performed it. When I heard "Lenny Kravits - Greatest Hits", I remembered his other fantastic tracks like "American Woman", "It Ain't Over Till Its Over", "Again", "Are You Gonna Go My Way" and "Mr Cab Driver". If you dislike cab drivers, "Mr Cab Driver" is one for you.
Whipped out my credit card and Lenny Kravitz's Greatest Hits became the latest addition to my massive CD collection.
With distractions out of the way, it was on to my main mission... my wife's birthday gift.
Posted by The Premster at 7:31 PM 4 comments
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Chained To Superstition

A mobile text message came through at about 8 am when I was deep in slumber last Saturday morning. Thinking it was from my office, I forced my tired eyes open and reached for my mobile phone. The gist of the message read "Today, there is a special prayer at a particular temple. Send this message off to 10 people and you will get good luck". "Not again", I sighed, tossed my phone back onto the table and tried to get back to what I affectionally call New-"Z"-Land. Ok, I agree that's lame.
Later in the day, the text message got me thinking. If I had actually forwarded this message to 10 people, would Lady Luck be so pleased that she will shower me with good fortune? If I didn't, would something bad befall me? Yesterday, I lost my keys to my home while out shopping with my wife. I've never lost my home keys in my life. Was it my own carelessness or was it because I did not heed the instructions to forward the text message to 10 people? I'll never know.
Superstitions aside, what really bewildered me was the fact that the person who sent this to me was a family member. While I know that the intention was good, I can't help but feel that if she believed that if such supernatural powers existed and travelled via text messages, I could just as easily be hurt by such receiving one.
In my opinion, sending out chain letters (which today has evolved into chain emails and chain text messages) is just downright inconsiderate. You receive a chain text message and to selfishly secure your own good luck, you pass on the "bad luck" of being the receipient of the text message to others on your contact list. I would never do that, especially to a family member or a good friend. To me, it is a reflection of a lack of concern to the intended receipient, burdening him or her with the task of forwarding the message to 10 other unfortunate souls.
I received a letter in the mail about two months ago addressed to my late father. When I opened it, it turned out to be a chain letter requesting him to make copies of it and send it out to 10 people or else he'll suffer an unfortunate fate. Considering my father has passed on, I guess the joke is on the sender.
The bottom line? I don't believe that you can change your fate with 10 text messages. The only people whose fate you can change is the mobile network service provider who charges you for each text message you send out - and in a good way at that! So, messages like these usually suffer the wrath of my mobile phone's delete function.
For good luck, forward this blog to 10 people....
Posted by The Premster at 8:42 PM 2 comments
Tags: relative, text messages



















