Sunday, November 29, 2009

Design Absurdity






No matter how nice the design of the bathroom is, the idea of an "open-style bath in the room" is the latest absurdity Singapore interior designers came up with. These are the reasons why it is absurd:
  • Who would really want to see a toilet bowl from the bedroom. That will kill any romantic mood.
  • How to get privacy while on the throne?
  • How about the smell, humidity, and all the other negativity associated with a bathroom?
  • It certainly make the bedroom remind one to a prison cell with the toilet bowl right next to the bed, tempered-proof glass in between not withstanding.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Changes at the Wet Market

I have lived in Singapore for 11 years. My grocery shopping habit changed several times. During the first few months, I went to Bukit Timah market believing that the shopping there gives me the freshest products and the best value for money. That was a misconception, and I found out later that the sellers there were known to "kethok" (overcharge) you if they got any hints that you were not local. I could detect the glee in their faces as they took my money.

As for freshness, the chicken, meat and vegetables were at room temperature as in those days refrigeration for meat products in wet market were not required. How could they retain their freshness when they were exposed to Singapore heat for hours? I found the vegetable lasted only 3 days at most, and they started to turn yellow or to rot (broccoli/bean sprout especially) while in the refrigerator. On the other hand, vegetables I bought at the supermarket lasted for one week without turning yellow or rotting in the refrigerator.

As for value for money, back then, I found I spend more when shopping at the wet market than at NTUC. Strange isn't it, but I found out the reasons. At the wet market then, when you bought chicken, you had to buy whole ones. The sellers were not very nice if you just wanted to buy parts. At the vegetable stalls, items were bundled in large quantity, and the sellers didn't react too kindly when you asked them to break up their bundles. In fact, they punished you by charging high premium for that request. At the supermarket on the other hand, you paid the same rate even if you asked them to cut the cabbage in halves.

Five years ago, I moved to a condo just across the road from the Empress Road wet market. Friends told me that the wet market was famous to be patronized by the affluents and therefore the quality of the product must be excellent. I know many rich Tai Tais go there chauffeured in Jaguars and 7-series BMWs. Some people even claimed to have spotted Mrs Lee Kwan Yew once in a while (I for one don't believe this). Initially I shopped at the market to give it a try. During the few times I was there, my experience was pretty much the same as my experience in Bukit Timah Market. So after a few tries, I stopped going there.

This morning for the first time in more than 5 years, out of necessity, I shopped there. I was pleasantly surprised at the changes I found. The sellers were generally pleasant. I didn't feel like a helpless prey. Chickens are kept in a chiller and sold in parts just like at the supermarket. The vegetable feel cold to the touch. My request for small portion were entertained kindly. They still know that I am not local because of the way I speak. However, despite that, good personalized service was extended to me. There is hope for wet market after all.



Monday, November 16, 2009

Morbid Thoughts Revisited


I posted some morbid thoughts some time ago about having my funeral before I die. Lo and behold, somebody is doing it.

Turn out the idea of "living funeral" is not new. It can be found in a book called "Tuesday with Morrie" by Mitch Albom.

"What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun." (Ecclesiastes 1:9)

About Preachers

This post is prompted by this post by GI Jeffrey Siauw.

The quality of output by preachers sometimes belies common sense. One tends to expect that the higher the level of education and the longer the experience, the better the output quality should be. Sadly, my observations speak otherwise. This past year I have the rare opportunity to observe and evaluate for myself, how some preachers perform today compared to their younger days. I met many of these preachers 22-25 years ago and I didn't see them again until recently. Except for Dr Rahmiyati's, I found there is now lack of depth and thoroughness in their sermons compared to years ago. It left me with the feeling that there is a missing ingredients (sometimes lots of missing ingredients) and it could have been better prepared.

Some might say that 20+ years ago, my young mind was easily satisfied and maturity made me more critical. I have compared my opinion with some people of my youth days, and they concurred what I think. But of course they too have become more mature over the years. But the fact remains that I find them lacking now but not then.

Some might say that because of my years of exposure to excellent American preachers, my judgment is clouded. It's true that all the churches I attended in the past were pastored by highly educated and dynamic preachers who preach every Sunday. But I don't believe that the American pastors have spoiled it for Asian pastors as there happen to be Asian pastors whom I think are good preachers. Many of them are young and can not claim long years of experience. But their dedication to service is refreshing and it is clearly reflected in the quality of sermons they deliver.

It is a sad state of the affair. How is the quality of the pulpit to be maintained if the older and experienced ones do not provide good role models? How are the younger preachers to be motivated and inspired to improve if the one who should be their role models are slacking?

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Face to Face

Recently, I have been hooking up with friends from primary school whom I have not seen since 1981. Some I can still recognize. Some I can't. We shared joke and warm greetings over facebook but I often wondered, what it will be like if we meet face to face? After all, with some, it has been almost 30 years. Back then, we have not even finished growing up yet.

The experience of reunion varied among my friends. Some found that warmth and friendliness over facebook does not translate into the same experience face to face. Meeting can be stilted, common interest difficult find, and the whole experience a disappointment.

I am not going to analyze the reason behind it. But I am reminded that one day I am going to experience a face to face reunion with my Lord. How is it going to be like? Can I stand his glory and holiness? Will we be like strangers? Or will there be recognition brought on by continued communion? What can I do today to make sure, that when I meet the Lord, there will be signs of mutual recognition?

I hope it will be as Sandy Patty describe it in this song.