The blog plots the blogger’s personal journey through time. It records the personal growth, the levels of maturity the blogger goes through, and the myriad ways by which the blogger has learned to express the thoughts. The number of daily hits has no bearing on this. So, if you are a blogger with zero visitors, should you worry? No worries Mate! No, you need not worry as long as you don’t lose your most important reader.....you yourself !! WTF
I complain a lot. I know. I'm sorry.
"Humankind cannot bear too much reality."
They say that
you can’t teach old dog new tricks.
They say that old habits die hard.
Motivating our next generation?

It saddened me to read about this old man Mr.Tan Boon Lam, 76 (featured in my blog below), who had been surviving on oatmeal porridge supplied by a friend in
According to Asian tradition, filial (hsiao) piety 孝顺 was the primary duty of all Children. Being a filial son/daughter meant complete obedience to one's parents during their lifetime and--as they grew older--taking the best possible care of them.
A brother is a friend given by Nature.
Ngee Ann Polytechnic (义安理工学院), in Singapore, was founded in 1963 as Ngee Ann College. It was subsequently renamed as Ngee Ann Technical College in 1968. Studied~ Diploma Mechanical Engineering ..For much of the second half of 20th century, student political activism occupied a special place in the history of Singapore. I've engaged in a good number of Activist debates etc . but was never a communist Activist. Tan Wah Piow was a former student leader .In 1976, he was condemned to one year in prison in a case where the principal witness against Tan was the leader of the official Trade Union of Singapore, Phey Yew Kok. Tan's 'infamy' stems from his student activism heydays during the 70s where he was jailed eight months for "inciting riots".Fearing for his safety, Tan fled Singapore in 1975 and sought asylum in United Kingdom. Later he was admitted to Oxford and studied law. Currently holding a UK passport, Tan is a leading human rights lawyer in London.
To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.




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