Filipino Dragons (Singapore) 2012

24 12 2012

One Mind
One Focus
One Goal

One Soul
One Stroke
One Passion

One Heart
One Beat
One Love

One Team.

Behind the Story from Jeffrey Tan on Vimeo.

Meet my dragon boat -> The Filipino Dragons (Singapore)



24 08 2011

William Ernest Henley (1849–1903).

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


13 12 2010

… for the sight of the unending horizon
… for the smell of the salty air
… for the sound the rushing wave
… for the feel of the calm water
… for the taste of the laidback life
… for the sea.

… for the sight of the swell
… for the smell of the beach
… for the sound the surf
… for the feel of the rush
… for the taste of the bliss
… for the sea.

There’s a hole in my sidewalk

6 04 2010

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters By Portia Nelson

* Chapter One I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost .. I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.

* Chapter Two I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend that I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in this same place. But, it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.

* Chapter Three I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in… It’s a habit… But, my eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.

* Chapter Four I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.

* Chapter Five I walk down another street.

Unstructured, raw, and partially edited – Live well on 2009!

4 01 2009

2008 was one unexpected ride.
   up times always came with the down times,
   joyrides always compounded by sickbeds and
   arcs never being complete circles.
And in some ways, knowing, all that is part of finally growing up.

It’s hard to admit that you are no longer that child in elementary
   who waits for decisions to be made for him,
   shuts up unless spoken to and
   contented with his own swing in the playground.
It’s hard to admit that you are no longer that kid back in high school
   who can quietly sit back,
   enjoy the company of friends and
   just let things be.
It’s hard to admit that you are no longer that guy in college
   who can be as weird as he wants to be,
   speak whatever on whatever and
   wouldn’t care any less.
It’s hard to admit that you are no longer that new hire at work
   who can be exaggeratingly eager to work,
   make-believe that everything can and will be ok,
   make life out of work and
   think that you can be happy living that way every day.

Yet, past is past and they don’t come back to haunt.
   as waves don’t turn back,
   melodies never heard the same way twice and
   old feelings hardly ever return.
So as the new year starts, it’s the time to reflect of things left behind,
   and continue to move forward.

I guess, that’s how life is.
   a continued search.
   that there is no timetable for which you are graded on,
   that life is no project with a glide path to follow.
To find that there is no definite answer,
   to accept changes as they come,
   to live for the experience of living and
   to simply be.

This is what I pray 2009 will be,
   to take life as it comes,
   to live on spurs of the moment,
   to plan but never set it all on stone.
To live off the experience of life, come what may.

Michael Crichton, 66

28 12 2008

I have never read a book with more than a hundred pages until I started reading those authored by Crichton. I remember the first, Sphere that I borrowed from my cousin while we were visiting. I was around 10 that time and was not able to finish it since I can’t bring the book  home. But now, looking back, that book sparked my love for reading, sci-fi thrillers, and science .

Disclosure followed by Rising Sun and then Jurrasic Park, The Lost World, Andromeda Strain and Timeline. I was a fan. These were the only books that I never had second thoughts of buying. Other books I took hours or even days of decision making before I buy them, some well worth the scrutiny. But Crichton books were never a disappointment for me.

He gave his readers a experience with locations that had my imagination working, story lines filled with anticipation, characters that were complicated and human. Stories that were very hard to put down.

His themes aroused and stirred a lot of my interests. He created scientific basis for his fiction to the point that it can almost make them factual. The extent of his research delved not only in computer technology but also in the sciences of physics and biology, and even further into the realms of social science – economics, law and history. It expanded the horizons of my young mind.
Unfortunately, last November, my first favorite author passed away. It was sad to find out a month after to think I was anticipating the next book after Next.

From folks like me who now have hardly put a book down,
From folks like me who found the rush, the stoke knowing they got a good read,
From folks like me who dwelt in the fantasies of what the world was, is and can be,
Michael Crichton made his mark and will be sorely missed.


14 12 2008

You must love those you lead before you can be an effective leader. You can certainly command without that sense of commitment, but you cannot lead without it. And without leadership, command is a hollow experience, a vacuum often filled with mistrust and arrogance.

Gen. Eric K. Shinseki