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Random Act of Kindness
When you carry out acts of kindness you get a wonderful feeling inside. It is as though something inside your body responds and says, yes, this is how I ought to feel. Nikita Wong. Wongy. Wongkie. Wongkitongkie. Ms. Wong. Nikita. Whatever name you know me by. This is my ranting and rambling on the memoirs of the olden days, the excitement of the present days, and the anticipation of the future. This is me, uncensored. |
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52 weeks
Here I am, blogging away on the night of the 1st of July. I did not realise the significance of this day until certain someone emailed me. This night one year ago was the celebration time for myself and Sneha as it marked the very last day and night of our MC term. It really has been that long ago, but for some reason everything is still vivid in my head like a fresh memory. My first stop after departing New Zealand was Singapore before heading off to the Rainforest World Music Festival in Kuching. Well..., 51 weeks later I am back in Singapore. For a completely different reason, with a completely different bunch of people doing a completely different thing. I'm here with my boss, for work. Not a time when you normally have time to sit back, relax, enjoy the atmosphere and reflect on things. Whether I like it or not, I get real emo and cant help myself but reflecting. It is surprising what life has in store for you, eh? Labels: thoughts Lazt Sunday Afternoon...
This is what you do when weekend comes to an end... Great catchup though! :) Labels: random Bedtime Tale
I met someone who has got quite an amazing bedtime tale to tell. I reckon he might be in his late 50. His hands were shaking every time he speaks so passionately about his background, history and his journey to where he is now today.Back in his university days, he was an anti-war activist against the Vietnam war. Later on in life, when he held quite a high-up position in a large company that makes airplanes in the US, business and humanity considerations call to reach out to Vietnam (channeling medicines). Cutting long story short - across seas, borders, cultures, and diplomatic challenges (think about two governments who doesn't talk to each other!) he made the impossible - possible. After many years, he finally able to make that difference in a matter he was so passionate about back in his university days. He was doing more of this humanity work than his own business work and then he decided to quit his job and established this NGO as his vehicle to channel his humanity work focusing on developing health care for the underprivileged, working currently for Indonesian community. Some story that was! It makes me think though, after many many years being involved in a youth leadership development organisation, what kind of contribution would I make in the society? Labels: inspiration, thoughts
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A thought about Jakarta
Every weekdays, I spend 40 minutes minimum to get to the office. It is located probably only 6 Km away from my house. It is a ridiculous amount of time wasted.I don't like what I see each day. Traffic jam. The goddamn traffic jam. *sigh* Too many unruly public transportation providers (angkots, metro minis, ojeks) but not wide enough roads, too many laws but a shortage of law enforcements, and this... too many motorbikes. I heard at some point of time the price of motorbikes dropped and suddenly everyone can afford one. They cram the streets like ants attacking sweet crumbs. Clogging entrances to overpass, bridge, road along with those unruly public transport taking/ dropping passengers anytime, anywhere their heart desire. Apart from the global financial crisis and Calegs losing at the legislative election .. no wonder more and more Jakartans (is this what they called Jakarta people? D'uh.) either admitted to mental hospital or committing suicide. |
