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After a run with my good friend, Sam, we decided to have supper at the nearby market. We started discussing about hawkers.

” It’s actually not bad to be a hawker. You can actually earn a lot. “ Sam said.

I agree on the part that you can earn a lot as a hawker. After all, it’s a business where you can determine how much you earn than working for a company where you draw only fix salary.

But on the part that it’s actually not bad, I disagreed. You have to work long hours and it’s a pretty one-man show business. You are not just the cook, but also the accountant, the dishwasher and the waiter. Ok maybe not all but in general.

“Will you rather work everyday except Chinese new year period where you got a 5 days break and earn eight thousand dollars every month or a 8am to 5pm computer scientist job where you get paid three thousand a month? ” I asked.

He hesitated and said that he might choose the hawker job. But of course I know he will never be a hawker. I’ve never heard him mention once, in the 6 years I know him that he cooked before. Not that I looked down on hawkers but it’s just not for anyone, especially the untalented cook like me.

I’m not really into the hawker business model but I’m not complaining. In fact I appreciate the existence of hawkers so that I can enjoy my favorite food at an affordable price, in a convenient place at odd hours.

So cheers to all the hawkers out there! Maybe one day we will have hawker’s day in recognition to our unsung heroes!

One day. When I’ve become the prime minster.


Yesterday, I did the stupidest thing in my life. Ever.

Ok, maybe not, there’s more actually.Let’s just call it the top 5 stupidest thing I have ever done.

I was on my way to my office yesterday and I saw a can on the floor.I’m not sure why, but a sudden urge compelled me to kick it. So without any second thought, I kicked it.I have kicked cans a thousand times but nothing prepared me for this.

The very moment I kicked the can my shoes flew together with the can.And it went over the wall of the nearby condominium.I was astonished.
After recovering from my shock, I limped over to the gates of the condominium.There was no one around.

My immediate thought was to climb over the wall but I did not want to be in the newspaper tomorrow just because of a shoe.
No choice, I pressed the intercoms.

“Hello, eeerrmmm, I got a situation. (In a very confident tone to hide my embarrassment.) I kicked a can and my shoe flew over you wall. Can I come in to get it back? ”

To my surprise without asking anything, he agreed.I thought I heard laughter but I couldn’t care much.

I WANTED MY SHOES BACK!

So I went searching for my shoe.

The condominium was not the normal kind of condominium that you see anywhere around. As it’s build on a hill slope. It has a unique structure. It’s like a maze. I even bashed through some plants to get my way around.

After looking around for 10mintues, I wanted to give up.Then I saw my shoe. As the condominium was built on a hill slope, I found my shoe 5 levels down from where I kicked the can. Luckily I didn’t climb over the wall.

Never kick a can. Ever.


1942.
A time of war, a time of sacrifice.
Courage.
We parted.
Love.
We parted.
The love I have, for you.
The love I couldn’t gave, for you.
Sacrifices of love.
Ours.
Sacrifices of joy.
Ours.
I never wanted to.


Upon this battle depends the survival of Christian civilisation.
Upon it depends our own British life and the long continuity of our institutions and our Empire.
The whole fury and might of the enemy must very soon be turned on us now.
Hitler knows that he will have to break us in this island or lose the war.
If we can stand up to him, all Europe may be free and the life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands.
But if we fail, then the whole world, including the United States, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age, made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science.
Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years,
men will still say,
‘This was their finest hour.’

Winston Churchill