Stuff I need to keep in mind next year:

-don't be a wuss.

-don't freak out during an emergency.

-keep a better checkup on the cash.

-watch out for enemies and pickpockets.

-if something doesn't go the way you want after trying it twice, try harder.

-keep plans in check.  Plan far far ahead and stick with it.  Improvise and modify as needed.  In the end, its the profit that matters.

-family and friends come first.  God know you don't have that many, no need to be told twice to keep the ones you already have.

-you have low blood pressure, you're going blind, you tire easily, and there's something wrong with your heart.  People say you don't have long to live.  Believe them.

-work, your way, up.  It's cold at the top, keep warm.

-prepare for the worst, protect your interests.

Ah, can't think of anything else at the moment without repeating myself.  Will go off later to watch the full moon.

They were a funny bunch, those people. But still, lot of time was spent with them during the early years.

Sure, sure, they were obstinate back then, but who isn't at some point of their lives.

Years go by, and I know them to be quite miserly, but in a town where most of the very rich and old looks like any other poor dude, it's not surprising at all.

Hekh, only the young knows how to dress up and pretend that they were people they're not.

Yes, time sure flies, yet they remain so, and they're not keen to go outside.  They shut themselves in, and they won't see anything else.  Why not, I know that the China Press was never that professional, but....hehehe.

I know I know I'm not being fair, but just....

what is it that made them do the things that they do?  They bared their fangs, and they go feral on very little things.  And there's also a huge amount of cowardice.

Truly, I cannot think of any other living thing that can go any lower.

For one whose eyes can't see straight, one can hear a lot of big talk.

Just thinking about how it can be so is already in itself a fascinating thing.  Instinctual defensive behavior relegated to those of the baser kind, a thing humans think that they themselves outgrown,  shines the brightest in moments of extreme stupidity and jealousy.

There were a lot of missed chances during such displays; they know this, but they wouldn't admit it.  Their unsightly pride blocked all traces of humility and sensibility.

Hm.

But my, I'm not being clear, am I?

Hehehe.

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Hah! Pretty quiet out there.

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Alone again for the solstice celebration. I feel cold. Must have been a symptom of 1224 and 1225 closing in.

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My heart's in a turmoil, but I still need to rethink a couple of things.

Seen below is Fong Seng's handiwork, but it seems that Google's kinda late when it comes to updating their maps, so I guess this must have been taken a couple of months back.


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Heh.

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The youngster managed to persuade the little fellow, to the relief of many, and it was decided that all parties were to sign the contract today.

But everything's not done yet, one of the documents needs an amendment, and it was arranged to be signed in a later date.

Nothing seems out of order, except for the little fellow's younger brother. 

He's not normal anymore.

Nothing he said made any sense.

And he was of one filled with anger without direction.

Indeed, I am now very scared.  I've no idea what I should do.  My holiday mood was instantly killed.  So, that means no Christmas for me this year, my chums.

There's still one more document, and no matter how much one can say otherwise, our common fate is indeed in the hands of a madman.

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It was kinda surprising that he did no more for the moment, but his mother's temper was certainly one of a kind.  It is exactly the kind of anger that a mother exhibits, obstinate and blind to her child's shortcomings.

Waiting, waiting for the whole thing to simmer and then boil over.  By then it'll be too late....always, too late.

Hahahaha, reading back the last few posts made me think that I might be more selfish than I can take credit for, but it wouldn't be surprising for me to act like that for something so life changing, wouldn't it?

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I don't feel OK. A few days had passed and none of the things that happened in between looked good. It's the waiting game again, with me on the losing side just like last time.

What if we lose it this time, what would happen? The answer that came back was not unexpected. They'll split the whole thing up three ways, so that everybody can lose instead of just two parties. I can say that it's the most stupid choice one can make.

But they say it's either the goes on as planned or that each and every one of us would drown as one. No third choices and no take-backs.

I lost most of my appetite just thinking about it.

Grandmother's health doesn't look so good either. Muscular degeneration is pretty much apparent on all limbs. Mental regression and the lost of speech becomes more and more pronounced in the past few months. The same goes with the severity of her incontinence.

The whole ordeal demanded a lot from the relatives taking care of her, and on the previous trip back I found her incapable of sitting upright anymore.

It's just her and her low air bed now, well...at least that and sleep.

Hekh, her hands and feet were so cold.

Thinking about all of this soured up my heart. I wanted to do something about all this, but I lacked the funds and a solid plan to make the crucial difference.

I blame only myself for all this.

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They told me to hold back.

I know what should be done, and I think I know what to do, and what should be the most possible outcome.

But they think that just because I think I know doesn't mean that I should do it.

Trying to reason with someone who cannot keep his emotions and ignorance in check is disastrous, they say.

But I am not willing to let the youngster see too much into this side of things. I've had enough of that a few years back and I'm not keen on seeing another repeat of the same thing.

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The fallacies of those who stayed true to their own crippled ideals continued to dog us.

I'm tempted to go and confront the root of the problem, but close ones withheld me.

Birthdays and celebrations of all sorts are happening all around me, but I find myself content to eat alone.

Such is life, during a time when the masses crave for adoration in troubled times, not quite close to a few will find themselves as lone islands.

Luckily enough, I still find comfort in food.

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Received a call a few hours ago, and was informed that the little fellow who messed up the Mile 8 Project a few years back is at it again.

Without knowing the full extent of the current situation, he faxed out unreasonable demands to our up and coming youngish looking developer.

Completely unnecessary rows erupted, and people are driven to the very end of their wits at this insensitive madness.

Once again, cowardice and reluctance to do anything drastic will cost us everything.

Slowly but surely, the feeling of being hemmed in becomes apparent.

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The plan's set, and the agreement is underway. There shouldn't be any problems, but yet something still doesn't feel right.

But it's not as if I can do anything at all being so far away physically.

Ineffective, heh.

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As I stayed my due in University Hospital during the early parts of November, I heard that Fong Seng's little pet project was successfully completed. It was quite spacey.

Projected amount of loss suffered for that one time slip-up could have numbered in the hundreds of thousands spread over a minimum of 5 years if new negotiations had not come to pass.

The new guy was young, I heard, and eager to prove himself in a field where only loaded veterans were trusted.

I have my doubts. But I am still willing to see what would happen next.

It had always been my wish to see this thing till the very end, and if everything holds up this time, results would be apparent in 2 or 3 years time.

My future would be secure, and I would be debt free, able to pursue anything of interest(at least in moderation).

For now, all I can think about is how people used to say that luck would turn for the better after a period of great illness. In this I chose to remain skeptical.

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