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| Morning Post’s Headline: Public Mocked Copycat Murder Of Mr Gingerbread |
| 12.31.05 (4:41 pm) [edit] |
 Who killed Mr Gingerbread? The police remained clueless even working around the clock on New Year’s Eve. With the whole world taking a moment of silence in the wake of this tragedy, our reporters interviewed the Public about their feeling for the cold blooded murder, the answers were as followed: Puss In Boots said, “Wow I can’t stand this. It’s so unoriginal…gosh…I mean you heard of Gingerbread being murdered every now and then. Why Gingerbread? Why can’t Cinderella’s husband be the victim instead? He is a blinded fool who will marry any girl who can fit into that damn slipper Cinderella left behind. Look at how are they now? Happily ever after? My boots! Cinderella still nags at him about it whenever they quarrel. Com'mon be more selective of their victims next time…basxxxx!” Snow White replied, “I think they should change the name of Gingerbread. Bread is the cursing word. You know bread is meant for eating and they have such a misleading name. To protect them in future, I urge the Society For Prevention of Cruelty To Fairytale to change their name to Gingerpoison! And please let me be their spokesman! Red Riding Hood sobbing said, “Why can’t they make wolves breads on Christmas instead! Poor Gingerbread…sob sob.” Beast from Beauty and the Beast said, “Censoring the scene of Gingerbread being tormented in the film, Shrek, will not change anything. The image of Gingerbread is too innocent. Maybe we should add some guns & violence in Fairytale to raise our less of a goody image. If we can induce fear in the children, maybe we will be more respected.” The opinion gathered here DO NOT represent Morning Post’s opinion. Please come back for latest updates of the murder of Mr Gingerbread. (That’s if there is any.) Meanwhile here is a picture to commemorate our sweet loving Mr Gingerbread.  All the staff & crews of Morning Post would like to wish you a Safe & Happy New Year! Let there be LIGHT, Let there be HOPE, Let there be LOVE above all. Amen. |
| Today's Headline: Murderer Chopped Up Mr Gingerbread To See Blood |
| 12.31.05 (5:17 am) [edit] |
 Do you need to see blood to know someone is hurt? Apparently that was what people had speculated about the murderer’s intention for hurting Mr Gingerbread that took place about 5 hours ago before New Year’s Eve. Pictures believe to be taken by the murderers, surfaced on the web some hours after the crime took place. The pictures showed that Mr Gingerbread was cruelly tortured before his death. Two plastic forks were found at the scene. It was reported that his bones were not even found. The pictures had cause rage and a huge emotional outcry among the fans of Mr Gingerbread. The police are looking into the case with leads that the crime had similarities like the scene in box-office hit “Shrek”, where the character Gingerbread was tormented. The Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Fairytale committee had requested the scene to be censored. The committee chairman, Miss Fairy Godmother from Cinderella said, “I hope people will realize that all the Fairytale characters are made of flesh and blood. We are real and do not have eternity life. We exist till now because of everybody’s love. LOVE.” This cold-blooded murder had shocked the whole fairytale especially with Mr Gingerbread for being such a likable cute character all these times. The police appealed for any eyewitnesses to step forward to assist in their investigation. |
| Eve Of Life |
| 12.25.05 (4:59 pm) [edit] |
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Over more than 40 degrees, in Etosha National Park in Africa Namibia, a baby zebra ‘fainted’ right in the middle of the road due to the heat one sunny day. Its anxious mother went to the front of the road to block the coming vehicles with the other zebras joining her behind, while the baby zebra lied on the road motionless. Not able to pass through the road, the people in the vehicle waited patiently. 10 minutes passed by and the other zebras refused to leave their spot. The people decided to call the park & reported to them that a baby zebra had died on the road. Just then, the baby zebra jumped up to its feet & finally restored the traffic to normal. An elephant’s memory capacity was 6 times of a human being. It is able to remember the path of the road even only walking it once when it is young. When an elephant knows its end is near, it leaves the herd & goes to the most beautiful place in its memory to wait for its death. A painter is able to paint ‘away’ the walls. In his painting, he painted a window with similar curtain beside a real one in the room. On the window still, he drew a pair of blue budgies. A cheery monkey was ‘peeling’ away the bricks, revealing the fantasy world behind. You may be able to spot a ladybird on the flowers or a snake peeking out from the gate with creeper. At a family night gathering, an old grandfather was throwing his tantrum like a kid wanting to go home. His 13 years old grandchild pacified him by challenging him a game of chess. Communication was hard. The grandfather spoke Hokkein; his grandchild spoke English. Still they completed the game. This morning, a kid from next door turned up as usual to walk his favorite neighbour’s dog. It’s Jesus Christ’s birthday today. But everybody of all races, and religion, celebrate this special day with merry, presents & best wishes for one another. MERRY CHRISTMAS to YOU all out there with a GREAT BLISSFUL BLESSED NEW YEAR waiting next! Spread the good cheers around Love ... |
| Perhaps Blue |
| 12.22.05 (2:12 am) [edit] |
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I’ve a sad fairy sitting by my computer screen. I bought her in a handy-fix like store in Amsterdam. What drew her to me instantly when I first saw her were not her wings. But the sad expression on her face that separated her from the rest of her look-alikes on the shelves. She sat cross-legged on a white flower in her white dress with soft glittering cloth mesh texture wings held by wire frames. All white; she had a white garland of flowers on her head, and flowery necklace & decorative strings tied around both her arms. She had this sad daze on her face like her mind in a thousand miles away, no matter which angle you look at her. I thought maybe again, she isn’t a fairy. Cos’ we tend to fall into our own perception. Maybe she is just a ballet dancer in a fairy costume and she is sitting on top of a prop. I didn’t buy her because I was sad, nor she saddened my days. I just can’t help asking questions every time I see her. Why is she so sad? Of course I’ll never have the answer. But how is her creator – the person who molded her expression; thinking & feeling at that moment of creating her? Are his or her days gray? Maybe there is a secret on her face, her creator couldn’t say in life. Or maybe I think too much. But I just can’t imagine a businessman coming into the workshop & says to the craft man, “Can you make some sad fairies for me to sell?” Two years ago, I bought a cute big Doraemon doll & gave it away to a friend for Christmas. She was very happy. I still remember my friends merrily opening the presents & the sweet atmosphere. Thinking about it still warm me, cos’ my heart & thoughts were also in there. I didn’t expect to be given one today by another friend of mine as my belated birthday present. Maybe you will think what’s the big deal. But it just had an added value to it, cos’ it’s a gift with beautiful thoughts by a friend. I dunno how I came about liking this Japanese blue robotic cat called Doraemon. I used to think it was my mum, cos’ she bought me my 1st Doraemon light bulb lantern when I was young. It wasn’t a fine workmanship printing, but I had this memory locked in there - a very rare chance to be alone with my mum. And the only lantern festival memory I remembered. There used to be a park in front of our old flat. When it was the lantern festival, many people will carry their lanterns around & took part in the Chinese riddles contest. I’ve two older sisters, but none of them wanted to go to the park that night. My mum & I went anyway. I remember the silence in between & the feeling following my mum. There was no scolding, no shouting, no angry expression from her. She was angry a lot when we were young. I was enjoying her presence. Just imagine when you suddenly realize you have ‘upgraded’ to be a mother, what will you said to another small being known as your kid? That never fails to stir my curiosity. Right till today, I can tell you, I remembered & love the coloring-activity books & kid songs cassette my mum bought for me when I was in my kindergarten. I love thinking why she bought them & how she had selected them & gave them to me. Why she bought this coloring & activity book & not the other one?  My mum may have sparked off my like for Doraemon. But what makes me continue liking Doraemon till today is his smile. This huge smile that is so contagious like everyday is a happy day & his small pocket full of tricks & surprises. He has many different expressions too that are very funny like this one I received today. I told my friend it was so easy buying it. I mean you can’t go wrong buying Doraemon for me, even though I’m not a crazy collector, I’m quite contended to have some cute ones by my side. I think it’s good too, cos’ when my friends see Doraemon, they are likely to remember me each time they see one. It still amaze me today how you can like something that exist from somebody’s imagination. The world is like pieces of blank paper. Everybody starts drawing on them. Then like a set of paper dolls & stuff, some people go to the extend & effort to cut their creation out & make them ‘sit’ up. |
| Say |
| 12.21.05 (2:03 am) [edit] |
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A Chinese song keeps playing in my head recently. Finally broke out humming & singing in my dad’s taxi after he picked my mum & I up from my sister’s place last night. This song - Say, came out from a short story filmed to promote this female singer, Liu Luo Ying. It’s a very simple story about how a couple met, falling in love & separated in the end. Except at the different processes of love, the singer acting as an outsider was narrating about concept & feeling of love. “Everybody wants to be loved. If the world has enough love, there won’t be robbery…” Chorus goes – (after my translation) “Say you’ll never leave me, no matter how long forever takes. Say you’ll wait for me always, so when I forgive myself, it won’t be too late to turn around. Can we don’t look at the final result & enjoy this present moment. If you can’t hold me now, the future is meaningless…” Love is like lying in a room filled with cushions,yet you still can see the light blue sky above. Love amazingly makes you stay longer underwater not realizing yourself, while you continue blowing your silly bubbles. Love is a very mysterious thing. You can’t see it, yet it has the ability to fill your heart wholesomely. It’s cliché. But I just feel like talking love tonight. |
| Dead Alive Sleeping |
| 12.19.05 (8:01 pm) [edit] |
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Fallen into a maze of stories woven out from invisible threads of somebody’s hands. And like a victim being entangled by a web; days & nights, are surrounded by the stories & characters brought alive. Then you no longer remember you are the victim & urged for more web to be spited out on you. Yet can’t help but feel blessed this way, because rarely one can forget reality, & fallen deep into a fantasy painted in colors. 28 Oct 2005 |
| DUST |
| 12.19.05 (1:55 am) [edit] |
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I don’t how many people can actually fallen sick from their house spring-cleaning. I find it funny cos’ I did. I’m a full-time cleaner cum my mum’s full time maid now. I guess that’s the ‘best’ part of being a freelancer with the freedom to plan my time . But I think that’s the greatest Christmas present I can give to my mum, with my youth & energy attached. I seriously didn’t understand why my mum is so into house cleaning last time. Because our house collect dust so easily. You can clean a table and two days later, you’ll find it dirty again. If only I can get rich from all these dust collection. As a result, we managed to negotiate with my mum to clean certain things once a year or not clean at all until ‘required’. Like the living room’s sliding door & windows to the garden should be done once a year or even later. As a result, the curtain hanging there started tearing, due to the dust. (Cos’ we didn’t wash the curtains for years!) Every time we clean the house, somebody became homeless – that’s the spider. My mum would grumble that our house was so dirty as though no one is staying due to the cobwebs. I would think my mum is exaggerating, cos’ the spiders’ built their homes in hiding like under the chairs, behind the mirror, under or behind the cupboards & shelves etc. One day I found baby spiders born & alive in the back seats of my toy red van! Every time I would say a sorry, while the spiders make their hasty escapes & I ‘torn’ down their artistic houses. One thing I realize is that, they never leave behind any trace of their meals. So I guess they never have any leftovers. But strange don’t you think? What if they couldn’t finish or don’t have appetites? Do they let their meals go? Imagine: “You lucky bastard. I’m too sick to eat you tonight. Catch U tomorrow! I like it fresh…” The spider blinked at the fly, which swallowed hard with trembling feet. The fly looked back, not too sure whether he was hearing it right. In a spit second of its’ hesitation, his trembling body was embraced by a cold tongue of a passing lizard. Wait I overlooked that spiders like to roll up their victims with their webs like spring rolls. So maybe that’s why I no longer recognize whether they are eggs or the poor victims. Anyway the spiders have to keep moving their houses. But due to my mum’s credit, we no longer have reports of HUGE spiders’ spotting at least. Last time, we always freak out when we spotted HUGE spider running across the living room, while we were watching TV. They were like the size of your inner palm (not considering with your fingers). And they had very thin stick like legs. No matter how we screamed, no one thought of killing them. I believe they stayed in the dark storeroom. Once I spotted one when I was alone in the living room, with my mum taking her shower upstairs & no one else was at home. The ‘best part’ of it was, it was like chasing me. I jumped to one sofa; it headed towards the same direction. Then I ran to the other side, it followed me! Just some days before, I was watching a documentary about poisonous spiders. I was so scared it would climb up the sofa & up my legs. I grabbed a poster holder behind the sofa & emptied the wrapping paper rolls inside. My hands were shaking like crazy. I wanted to capture & dump away this alien before it might harm my family. Please don’t even think of smashing it flat with a book or newspaper. I wouldn’t even want to imagine it. IT’S A LIFE HERE!!! “I just want you to go!” I told the spider, hoping it will understand. Still safely up in the sofa, I stepped over to the table armed with my paper poster holder. I couldn’t stop shaking my hands. I must be fast & stable, or else the spider might climb up the holder to my hands. Right in the middle of the room, it paused right there & I came in fast capturing it in the long paper ‘tower’ I mean poster holder! My hands were like fastened there, not even dare to move, until I was sure the poster holder would not fall. I tried to calm myself down, thinking what to do next. I grabbed the keys & opened the door to the garden. “No I should dump it further away from us.” So I went to open the garden gate. Back to the crime place I mean house, I took a piece of paper & carefully slide it below covering the mouth of the poster holder, holding it in place with my hands before I lifted it up. Knowing the huge spider was still inside, separated only by a piece of paper from my hands really freaked me out so much I wanted to scream. I rushed out like a lunatic & put it down carefully before I toppled it like it was a bomb. And ran back into the house, locking the gate & door. My mum scolded me when she learnt about it. Especially seeing the paper poster holder & paper lying on the grass in front of our garden. She chided me that I should have used a pair of chopsticks to grab that spider. Her suggestion freak me out again, cos’ I really can imagine it. I mean it was alive you know?! What kind of suggestion was that! It was not my dinner!!! Thinking about it today, I still find it hard to believe my mum came out with that. I still have lots to clean up & tidied as much as I can say. But I’m beginning to understand my mum’s thoughts about her ideal house. No matter how big or small a house can be, how simple or elaborated, old or new, concrete or wooden, it’s about the people living inside. I love the feeling of the clean floor beneath my feet, when I walk around the house. I tried to imagine my dad’s feeling, when he steps into the house after removing his shoes after a long day’s work. How will he feel? I love the clean cupboard where everybody opened to look up the street directory or yellow pages. I love the clean living room’s chairs where everybody sits & my dad takes a nap in the afternoon & so many more. When I think about all these, I know all the hard work is worth it. I’ll scrub even harder & clean more thoroughly, hoping to give my family more. Even the dust will collect tomorrow, the chances of feeling the cleanliness at this moment stays & it’s so enjoyable. It’s such a warm & comfortable feeling. Maybe that’s why I’m starting to like to stay at home & even try my best to maintain their ‘clean’ condition. My mum once asked me, if I get married one day, who will help her to mop the floor. I told her I could always come back. Then she asked what if my husband mind. I replied her instantly that I’ll dump this husband for being a bastard. This is what family is all about. |
| Water Drops On Burning Rocks |
| 12.17.05 (1:20 am) [edit] |
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I had a hard time trying to sleep last night. Heat in Singapore had rose to an uncomfortable level, especially with the sun hitting my bedroom & study table that are located at the same direction of the house. This heat then seemed to have taken its roots in midair & refused to budge. My house seemed to have split into the sun zone & the shady zone like our earth half illuminated as day & the other as night. Good thing about it is we can bake the laundry fast. We are supposed to have lots of rain in December. Where did they go? (Maybe the heat got them!) It can get pretty disturbing when you have the same dream visiting you with generous serving of reality attached – I was on the 2nd floor & saw this huge tsunami coming our way. Looking at the size, I estimated it would definitely drowned three quarter of level 2, sinking our lives with it. “Where is that damn key?” There was no time to go out of the door to climb for higher ground. The 1st small wave came in first, bringing someone down on his back screaming for help at the car park below. I stood by the window not moving. “My family!” I must think of ways to save us! My neighbors came out to grab the guy below. These huge waves came in like in slow motion. Moving the trees uprooted aside like a demon. Nothing could block its path. Water was fluid, parting the trees & running through everything. Uproaring & hitting at full force when obstructed by solids. This huge giant continued its destructive action. I was kidding myself that the windows would buy us some time, knowing the cold fact; they would be the first to go when the tsunami hit us! This scene had entered my dream previously. I remember I told my sister before. Then the time ran backwards before it happened. I told my mum that we had to get life vests. But these items weren’t available in the normal store, so I was planning to steal them. Maybe that was why I landed in scene 3 – The Beach. But I was still convinced we will still die even with the life vests on, cos’ we will be frozen to death by the water. Then I was given a mission to go & dive to get something done in the dark. I was thinking how to see in the dark, since I never dive at night before. And then there was this guy who was starring as my lover being in the same team as I was, but I couldn’t remember what happened after & what the hell was all about the mission. As I’m writing this, I suddenly recalled the dream I had before last night, which was a swimming pool & some shit. And just as I thought it must be the heat that was making me dreaming about the water, I recalled just earlier tonight, I had seen a deja vu at the living room, where the exact show was playing on TV, & my mum entering the scene. Then I wasn’t so sure whether I had the same dream about the tsunami before after all, cos’ I was telling my sister about it this morning. I had this strange feeling that there was an accidental misalignment with time today. So I ended my night with Buster Keaton’s film – "College". Nothing felt repeated or familiar. There was this lovely scene where he tried all the athletic items in vain due to his short built & strength, but he didn’t stop trying at all. When it finished late, I realized I forgot to vote my friend’s film entry online before it closed at midnight. Nothing felt familiar or repeated. Gosh… Heat is still acting its role. |
| PC - Help Needed |
| 12.14.05 (6:16 pm) [edit] |
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Hi, I wonder anyone out there are able to help me to solve this 2 problems. PROBLEM 1 I can't see the 'post key' image when I add a blog in T-blog. (the image which U need to key, before U can publish yr blog) It displays "security image", but I can't see the image. I'm using internet explorer server. I had personally done the following action with NO results: 1) Add T-blog website in approved list of websites. 2) Right-click on the image to show picture. 3) Had went to "Tools" "Internet Options" Advanced settings Multimedia Show Picture PROBLEM 2 I'm using another web server - Netscape to write my blog now. But the problem is, it didn't display the extra tools to add picture (suppose to be on top of the content entry, when you write your blog). In conclusion, I think the settings of antivirus software shouldn't be the issue. Or else, Netscape shouldn't be able to work. I'll appreciate any help offered in solving the mysteries. Great thanks in advance!!! ;o |
| The Living & The Dearly Departed |
| 12.09.05 (12:25 am) [edit] |
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Kindness & stupidity are only one line apart. I can only remind myself not to make the same mistake twice. Last night was like a nightmare with deserted paths & shadows light. I met a China cheat & glad that I managed to recover my money. I must say I’m thankful that nothing happened. It was so easy to be killed by a stranger with no conscience at a deserted bus stop. All thanks to the few people who came to the bus stop. I won’t go into details, cos’ they will only remind me of my ‘awesome’ stupidity. Seriously if you find yourself can’t think straight, just say no. I rather go ‘wrong’, then being cheated now. I took a box of Greece chocolates to Bright Hill Temple with my mum today. Thinking of sharing with my deceased 4th Aunt as a food offering, who my mum mentioned of worshipping today. Because there was a special ceremony taking place that blessed the deceased & the ceremony will end tomorrow afternoon. Getting a lift from my dad, we alighted 1st, while my second sister would join us later, after she went to her friend’s father’s funeral in which was near the temple. Upon arrival, my mum took out the receipts, to check the receipt numbers in order to find the names she had written for the ceremony. Greeted us were walls of pasted yellows papers filled with names & numbers. Blessed was my presence to help my mum to find the numbers, cos’ she had forgotten to bring her spectacles & had refused me for coming along initially. Lined orderly next to one another were my Great grandparents & ancestors, grandparents, my 4th aunt, my dad’s elder sister, my cousin, and my mum’s aborted babies’ paper slips. My mum has faithfully remembered their names. I don’t even know my dad’s elder sister name, cos’ we Chinese usually called them by their family ‘ranks’. I only remember her as ‘tai-gu’. I don’t even know my grandparents’ names, let alone great grandparents'. I couldn’t help but wondered will this ‘connection’ be broken for failing to remember their names when I’m my mum’s age? Will the offering be lost when burnt, for not knowing their names? On the tables that ran along the walls, were already filled with vegetarian dishes, rice & drinks that look like tea. I only saw how cold they looked & how cold they will taste like. I couldn’t help but asked my mum, were they enough for all the souls. Without hesitation, my mum answered that the monks were able to ‘multiply’ the sets to offer to all the souls by their chanting. There was no place for my chocolate, so it remained in my bag. At the background were loud monk chanting through the speakers. I couldn’t make out whether it was ‘live’ or a tape recording. I offered my prayer. Just then, 2 lines of monks walked into the temple for the prayer ceremony, with people in black robes followed behind. Then prayer booklets were given out, so everybody could join in the prayer chanting. Even with the hanyu pinyin written beside, I still find it hard to read. As the monks knocked faster & faster, so was the chanting at an alarming speed. Some could even chant it, without reading it. I was amazed. I could not even understand a single sentence. That is how amazing Chinese words can be especially in ancient times. My mum & I were equally lost following the chants. But looking at her, I saw her eyes turning red & was very touched by the prayer. End of the day, the sincere intention & thoughts from the living for the deceased were the most precious gift to the dearly departed. And I believe they will receive them & not just the meals carefully set on the tables. I’m not a Buddhist, neither I like to call myself a Christian. A name is only a name, except true goodness & kindness that come within is a great virtue. I strive for learning ways of life. And I learnt that “when one performs a good deed, one cannot just look at conduct but has to consider other effects. One should not see only the present but also the final outcome. One should not consider only one’s own personal gain but how it can affects the greater society.” I also came to realize that some healing couldn’t be rushed. There is always a time for everything good & bad. When the bad happened, friends can make things a lot easier to swallow & sometimes, words & listening ears are the greatest support you can offer. When is the last time you call someone & ask, “How are you?” |
