Halo ...to an angel.

From this photo, can you tell that I have decided to look vain by taking time to sit under a weird halo looking device that heats the scalp of my head?

Well, I am having white hair covered. Lots of them which I have been wanting to rid off.

I can't prevent the greying hair from popping up thus this drastic measure to look younger again. Right. The face and wrinkles still tell the same story and not my exact age but older.

Maybe I should consider botox or perhaps a head change too. Maybe I should take the face of Sandy's favourite idol - Hacken Lee.

A tipsy posting...

As from the title, you perhaps can tell that I am writing under the influence of alcohol and frankly, this is the first time this is happening. Writing when I am intoxicated. Not drunk but only tipsy.

Firstly, I drove back home safely without compromising road safety so that sure is something consoling. Come on, don't look at me like that. It's not like I committed the biggest crime in the world. I only drove with a certain content of alcohol in my system.

For once, let me just blog without having to care about the feeling of others and just let me be me - Mark Chong. If you read this and have very strong feelings about what I am going to say, just take it like I never once said a word about it.

Well, I just want to moan and groan about the world. About life as a whole. About my life.

I realised from this experience of being intoxicated and driving home from Selegie to Simei and droppin off two passengers can be quite a feat and surely quite a selfish act but I did it anyway without getting into much trouble. Frankly, I hardly do this - drink and drive.

In many other countries, this is just so common. Drink driving.

Yes, I know the complications and implications about having to drink when highly intoxicated with alcohol in the blood stream but sometimes, it is just so tempting to try that experience. This is my second time. Only second time so don't worry too much. I don't know when the third time would come but it really depends very much on the mood I am getting into.

Never mind the mood and never mind the alcohol level that is in the blood as I type make this entry.

I realised something very important and I believe many of you might have experienced this too. Did you realise the most important people in your life are those who are actually related to you by blood? The chaps who get darn worked up and worried when reading such a negative blog like mine is perhaps my parents. Not friends.

Parents worry day and night about us. They worry about when we sleep , when we wake up and when we have our meals. They worry about whether or not we can cope with society, cope with our studies and also worry about whether we have enough to spend. That is the genuine love we should relate to.

Surely not what friends say about loving you and all those mushy words. No other love can ever succeed the love of a mother or a father. That is one true love. Of course, the other love you can ever depend on is truly the love your spouse showers you with. She is the other person who will selflessly sacrifice for you and make all the difficult paths or journey with you. Rich or poor, she will walk with you just like what both of you vowed previously. Great love isn't it?

Well, I am not comparing the love between parents and that of our spouses. I just want to relate that no one else can spare or make huge sacrifices for us. It is only this two group of people in our lives that think a lot about us and hope for the better of our lives.

When time are bad, who really sticks with you? I guess the answer is pretty obvious. Parents and of course your spouse because only their world revolves around you but for others, their world will not stop a minute for you as they do have their own world to live in and that's what life is all about. Sadly .. unfortunately.

The world is only selfish .... thus I have decided to take upon what comes upon me and I will walk my way with my spouse and with the support of family. No one else really matters and this is the most frank I can be.

** do note that I am writing this with a intoxicated brain thus if you do get offended, I apologise but this is what I really think the world is about and this is indeed how it revolves. The world revolves not about me but it's about you and your world will not stop because of me. Sad this is so true ......

A dead battery ...

I never knew how crippled I could end up without a working mobile phone.

Yesterday during office hours, my battery died on me and leaving me with no way of communicating with colleagues, friends and most importantly my lovely spouse.

With today's advanced technology, mobile phones are just too common and a public phone is downright rare. I roamed the streets to find a public phone booth but couldn't find one that allowed me to insert coins. I only found those which allowed calling cards. My was I agitated.

It is my mistake for not charging the battery and it is only through this experience that I realised how important tele-conversations can be. The need to communicate with someone out there seems just impossible. What's worst is that phone numbers are no longer stored in my brains but all in the phone.

See how much we rely on memory chips and technology. Without it, we just feel helpless and very much lost.

12 years ago from school ...

It's nice to catch up with old friends especially when these 'old friends' are able to help you recall your younger days.

I was honoured to be invited to Shariffah's place for lunch. Why honoured you must wonder. It's been ages since we met and we never really kept in touch after college.

Well, you have to understand my youth or my younger days have been robbed by my wife Sandy. Frankly and sadly true but I never really regretted. : ) She's the best thing that ever happened at college. I have to say much better than where my results brought me.

The other chap which I got to catch up again was Mubin. We were close friends in school but sadly after I got conscripted, we didn't really stay in contact. He is now married with a daughter. Lucky chap and am sure he is all happy now having settled with family.

Lunch was fabulous and Shariffah sure cooked the French cut lamb really well. Unfortunately, my appetite after badminton could only allow two pieces. If only I didn't exercise that morning.

The other person whom I met was Peiling. Let's not talk about her because I get to see her any other day. Oh, we have her date with her on 14th July to celebrate her turning a year older. How old? I better not blog about it if not trouble will come looking for me. : )

It was a well spent Saturday afternoon and I look forward to many more meet-ups with old friends in the near future.

A part of Michael in me ...

The Black or White megastar played a part in everyone's life and I was no exception.

When I was a little boy, I remembered trying to dance like him but of course, my motion never looked like I was doing a moonwalk but more of a duck walk.

Over the past week, I managed to put together some of my favourite songs of MJ's and I realised how much I miss the lonely fella.

I can't forget how I used to sing Heal The World with a change to the lyrics. It's awful but rather funny. Some will say bad taste. Here it goes:

"There's a smell in your butt and you know that its a fart.

You know it stinks and you'll dread that the shit is coming."

Alright, I won't make fun of his songs because I truly respect the man and his music. It touched us deep inside our hearts. The lyrics he sang were really meaningful.

I grew up listening to MJ's Heal The World, Earth Song, Childhood and many others.

I guess the world won't forget him like how they didn't forget The Beatles and Elvis.

MJ was in a league of his own and surely the King of Pop.

May his music live on forever even for our children's children because it indeed tells us much about the health of our planet earth and its people.

So Will You Be There for the man and his music because he for sure believes You Are Not Alone.

Lost and not yet found ...

It is quite a handful of stress when you realised that you have lost something and can't seem to find it.I guess at some point of time in our lives, we do get to experience this pathetic feeling of losing something precious and close to our hearts.

Let's not get into too much details about what I have lost or hopefully, misplaced because I deem the term 'misplaced' a better friend than 'lost'. Can you imagine the grave difference when you say ' I lost a friend.' Some might just think your friend died and made his or her way to heaven. In my lifetime, I think I lost 2 friends. Of course, my grand fathers are also lingering somewhere in heaven too.

It can be very frustrating when the things you misplaced don't seem to want to appear right in front of you despite how desperate you try calling out to it. Ok. I aren't talking about my dogs here but a gift from someone which I treasure lots but perhaps due to me being careless, I am afraid I won't be able to find it back again.

Life is weird isn't it? When it is around, you just take it for granted but when you realised that it's lost, the heart seems burdened with weight.

If this was meant to be a lesson to teach me to keep my things properly, I can tell you the grave consequences it'll lead to and surely a darn expensive lesson.

Now, wish me luck and hopefully I will find that piece of gemstone soonest and I'll be celebrating with champagne with a lighter heart.

Luis walks .... quite fast.

Take a look at the little chap making his steps quicker than he is able to.

Which is better? To love or be loved? ( Part 2 )

Well, I hardly get so many responses or comments from my blog postings and I am glad many friends took time to read and drop comments about these thoughts I had.

Thank you for dropping in. At least I know the blog is still being read and it is a consolation that people still want to know what is happening in my minute brain. : )

Like many others, I day dream a lot and by writing these thoughts I come up with is just a way of expressing how I feel about certain perspectives in life. Some important and some aren’t.

Some ought to be shared but some should remain unwritten. I made a mistake about writing this topic because Sandy got very angry over this blog.

Caught you! : )

I was kidding about my wife being angry. The only angry people I know of might have ended up hating me for putting up such a blog.

Let’s get back to the topic.

I asked myself if I knew what love really is. Frankly, no.

I had to ponder a little while before I could come up with what love consists of.

Let’s picture love as a pie chart or even better, a pizza.

A full pizza made up of different ingredients to enhance the taste and flavour. Yes, if only I could have some fresh from my neighbourhood delivery. OK, am feeling hungry and craving for Rocky’s Pizza now.

So what makes up a ‘love pizza’? It won’t taste nice only with a thin crust even though that’s my favourite.

A little bit of respect, trust, compromise, care, faith, happiness, laughter, loyalty, devotion and compassion. You can also add a little bit of intimacy, energy, patience, affection etc. So many things make up love and trust me, the list can go on but have we ever thought about the ugly side of things that keep love going? There are more than the above positive descriptions.

But remember your journey in love? There is bound to have encountered elements of selfishness, tears, squabbles, betrayals, lies, irresponsibility, uncertainty, insecurity etc. Again, the list goes on.

I never really heard of a fairy tale love with no misunderstandings, quarrels etc. If this is how your love started and still going strong without a single quarrel or difference in opinions, then you might want to stop and think if it really is true. The person who is holding your hands so tight might just be hiding behind a mask.

Let’s face it. We were not made perfect. We can’t be perfect even in love. There will be some sort of flaw somewhere waiting to be discovered by our partners but what is most important is the virtue of forgiveness. That plays a very important aspect of love so that the pizza will not taste at all bitter.

I agree with many friends that love is not forever. Some day it’ll fade but when it is time to fade, we are likely old and at such an old age, it is only companionship we seek after. We won't go find another lover. Or chances are we won't want to go through the dating again. We only want someone to walk the last steps of our journey on this planet. I don’t think this will be called love but then again, we often see aging grandparents who still hold hands walking in the park, cuddling on the bench and wiping perspiration from the face of their wrinkled spouse. Can we call that love or just a habit of having the company of one another?

Weird thought isn’t it?

Again, I insist Sandy loves me more than I love her. Reason why I say this is because she gives in to me most of the time and she hardly gets her way because her way is usually not my way. See, this is true love because she has discovered that flaw in me but has yet to exploit it and that’s why I love her for who she is and she loves me as who I am. That’s true love which Korean dramas don’t really portray. Remember Full House? : )