7th Month

7th Month. Gets me thinking what my late Dad would have thought of the way his children and loved ones have turned out all these years while he was gone. You know, when I was a young, I used to wonder how I would have use for all the love that my dad showered me. Later on in life and even now, I fully appreciate the mileage that tender loving care and unconditional love give. It forms a very secure and huge reserve that I draw on for all the pit stops I need make along life's way.

Boeing, boeing . . .

Watched the local play, "Boeing, Boeing" directed by our very own Glen Goei, with my very nice sisters just a few evenings ago. Hilarious script and just-nice story line to lighten up an evening after work. I was tickled by the portrayal of Singapore Girls as sharp-tongued, practical and non-too-demure females, contrasted sharply with the Japanese specimens. Then there was the animated Hong Kong female variety. Haha... you all should catch it someday when it is staged again!