The Drone Operator - Omeleto

Very suspenseful short film. Watch it till its end and decide for yourself whether the UFO had good or bad intentions ? 

There are no heroes in this short film, everyone is doing as they are told to do so, except for the Operator who does the right thing. This act of heroism can only be encountered and people find their true Ikigai only after the culminating event. As a result many people remember them for this remarkable deed when all their lives they had been doing just menial jobs.

Heroes are made and not born ? 

Who decides who becomes are hero ? 

Must heroes always die first and whilst they are young ? 

 

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Wolves 1 Leeds 0 - finally Wolves living up to their massive potential

 

Southampton 1 Wolves 2 - a game of 2 halves

A Brilliant second half sees Wolves edge Southampton 2 - 1 away. They are finally finding their form afetr being so inconsistent all season.

Pedro Neto is developing into a fine striker, stepping  up into the shoes of Raul Jiminez and Diogo Jota.

Willian Jose is also proving to be too much for many Premier League teams - although he hasn't scored he shows plenty of bite up front.

On the face Leeds United this coming Saturday, a Wolves full of confidence !   

The Folly of Youth

Dec 10th 2016 in Paris Rue Cler District 

Today marks the second day of the Year of the Ox. It started tragically when Singaporeans received news that 5 young men died at Panjong Pagar  in the wee hours of the morning, a souped up BMW had crashed into the shophouse and all 5 had died, either from smoke inhalation, injuries sustained in the crash or being burnt to death. 

A video has been shared multiple times on social media showing the last moments of the young men, but the long standing pain of their loved ones will only be just starting. The "why's" , "they were so young" and the whole refrain of trying to make any sense of the accident.

I put it as the folly of youth. Young adults do not have a sense of mortality, having grown up entitled and only seeing the hardships of many war torn countries from afar, so they think at this point in time, they are 'indestuctible' or 'immortal' like some kind of god.

They could not be farther wrong.

We all die. Many die before their time, because of the folly of our youth, taking our lives so lightly that death happens to the old and infirm that some youth live their lives with careless abandon. I recall my father putting his foot down, when I was learning driving and insisted to not get a second hand sports car (a Porsche 944) for my Mum. The advice of my late father was so prescient.

My heart goes out to the fiance of the driver, she tried her best to save him. My condolences go to the families and friends affected. Remember this, the folly of youth strikes at the times when we least expect it - such as this morning on the 2nd day of the Lunar New Year.

Do we ban supercars ? No.

Do we ban drinking ? No.

Do we ban excitement ? No.

How to prevent people to make better decisions for their lives ?  My answer :

Their parents or their mentors need to step in, many a times and guide the young adults. Excessive consumption though not necesarily a bad thing if one can afford it, is a double edged sword. It opens up a can of worms. Of course the bourguise and the marketing people bandying the 'lifestyle' - you only live once will shoot me down and say, if he / she can afford it and wants to fly first class, or buy a sports car, let him. It is good for the economy. 

Many questions I can ask myself :

a) If for example, I earn a lot of money, do I need to buy a Rolex or a Patek Philippe ? 

b) A car is a luxury in Singapore, so why do people want to buy sports cars ? 

Are the consumable products the problem ? Not necessarily so, but the misuse of any product leading to death of innocent people always leads to this kind of soul searching.

I remember in 2012, we had the Ferrari crash which killed 3 people and caused a furor in Singapore for its 'open door' policy to rich people who not only flaunt their wealth but cause major social upheavals and envy amongst the local population for their blatant disregard of the law and the safety of others - especially hard working Singaporeans (the taxi driver who died was a hard working father) who fall victim to these entitled class bullies.

Perhaps the best comment I can make is that, every driver of a sportscar needs special training and regular (perhaps every 2 years) remedial / updating of their skills to be mindful that they are indeed driving something which is actually needless in our cramped roads. 

Impose harsh laws to jail all those who take part in illegal racing on our roads. 

The Folly of Youth will always be there. 

The irresponsibility of the adults in not guiding them to make better choices in their lives is the biggest offence. 

  

Niccolo Macchiaveli - The Prince

 The Prince, a book which has been read and re-read by numerous leaders and people in power to reinforce the belief that there are people who want to believe in the total fabrications - all in the name of faith. I am not religion bashing here, but the main takeaway from Macchivelli's book written some 500 odd years ago by this statesman wannabe, Niccolo M, to the Medici family in the hope of finding favor with them. A 'gift' as he put it, but in the end, he was cast aside, left to slowly fade into insignificance.

The key takeaway is this below :

1.For there is a distance between how one lives and how one ought to live. Anyone who abandons what is done for what ought to be done achieves his downfall rather than his preservation.

2.It is thus necessary for a prince who wishes to maintain himself to learn how not to be good, and to use this knowledge or not to use it according to necessity.

3.Chapter 17 : Of cruelty and mercy, and whether it is better to be loved than to be feared or the contrary. 

Man are so simple minded and so controlled by their immediate needs that he who deceives will find someone who will let himself be deceived.

Something to think about on this 2nd Day of the Lunar New Year.

Happy 'Niu' Year Everyone ! 

Singapore Swimming Club circa 1974,

From left : John, Yours Truly, cousins Angela and Wendy

Thoughts at 35 km Nassim Road - A Repost of my 2008 May 8 Post - A Reflection with Edits

A funny thing happened to me at the 35 km mark of my 36 km run several Sundays ago.Yes,this happened and I thought there would be some people "out there" who have similar experiences and can share your views with me.

I am out running at 5.15am at Nassim Road,alternating with Dalvey Road,White House Lane and Dalvey Estate Road,readying for my upcoming marathon (end 2008). I have been training for the past 6 months with my route all mapped out,as this was the last "serious" training before the upcoming marathon. My planned route was to take me for 3 circuits of Dalvey-Dalvey Estate- White House Lane (5km long each)and 5 circuits of Nassim (4 km long each) through the picturescue part of  Singapore. I love the wide dual carriageway roads and the huge trees plus massive bungalows and the High Commissions of Russia,Japan,Philippines  with their wide frontage beside Nassim Road. I can't find anything similar to this in Singapore with the exception of perhaps Namly area in Upper Bukit Timah.

I am armed with my Gatorade bottles (hidden at strategic sports every 5km or so),Power Gels,and had my Running Belt on to simulate the Real Run ie. the weight of the water which I was going to carry with me during my marathon at the end of the year.

Things were going smoothly,and I managed the first 18km in about  2 hours or 9km per hour. Definitely not my marathon pace what with no cheerleaders,other runners and supporters to give me that extra 'push'. Nonetheless,I was in a state of "no-mindedness" (from Bruce Lee's  Jeet Koon Do) and sleep-running is well and good,because you shut out all pain and boredom.I was using my "hot-stretching "technique which is stretching every 5 km or so to prevent cramps or so I thought.

"Hot stretching" - after exercising mid way, I stop to do some leg stretches as the tendons are already warmed up and more pliant and stretchable.

At the 23 km mark,I felt a tightening in my left thigh,"Oh,Oh!"my left leg was not lifting much and I could feel the effort.Not good,but I carried on. "Its way too early to cramp out", and reminded myself to drink those Gatorades the night before to stock up on the sodium. 

At the 28km mark, I popped in my 2nd Power Gel (first was at the 18 km mark) and was just trying to keep going.I had the 4 hr 30 minute timing in sight.The leg did not feel too good but I kept pushing myself 'Come on man, Just 2 more Rounds" and kept going.

Its always good to have a goal, a target as far as distance or preferred timing when you start your marathon adventure.

Its about 8.15am, on a bright Sunday morning,here I am the crazy guy who's been up 3 hours ago punishing himself,sweat himself buckets, dried out and sweated again and its going to be lovely day. My leg was stiff and hurting every few strides as I hobble past the big  houses with the maids washing their Boss's cars, or walking the dog and some other like-minded mad people like me, just putting it together and running in the early Sunday morning  (2008 !) 

At the 32km mark,I was hit like a bolt from the sky  :  "Why ??",

the "Why ??" imponderable question every runner asks. Another common phrase is called "Hitting the Wall" where you are questioning everything everything from your sanity,your place in the World, your faith,your very existence.

"Why..am I doing this stupid thing and punishing myself ?"

"The real thing is only 1 week away,why torture yourself,

" Your'e a a dumb ass to be doing this ! You could be waking up slowly and having a lovely bacon sandwich by the patio."   (I've since given up eating bacon) 

(C'mon admit it, we have all been there before !!)

Anyway, I couldn't answer the "Why" question,neither could I figure out the Meaning of Life so I decided to rant and rave  at every father,mother,son who had done me wrong (rightly or not)  in the last 5 years of my life.So there I was cursing and swearing at 8.15 am on a lovely Sunday morning at :

> The gutless ex-Sales Manager who refused to join me  Yap, you know who you are.  He opted for the easy way out when I left my previous company and started QRA all alone.

> It turned out to be a blessing in disguise  A pivotal decision actually. 

> My ex-partner who basically was a pain in the ass (well Don, here we are in 2021) 

> My ex-running partner who often overslept and made me run all alone at times. He is now a successful musician/actor/ IT specialist Brisbane Australia.Good for you Suresh !

It was really funny when you look at it.

A cleansing  of the mind and spirit of sorts !

So, at 35km mark, I am smiling and trying to make my mind  wander and dull out the pain, fatigue, sweaty discomfort and there is this bunch of runners, in the opposite direction, happily running and waving to me.

There I was, running on empty, alternating on testosterone, spewing my bile, cursing and what else. 

Finally, at the last 500 m, I can see the end, I am yelling in my head as I reach the end point.

"TO HELL WITH IT !, NOTHING  OF  THIS HERE MATTERS,THIS IS MY MARATHON, MY PAIN AND MY VICTORY !"

IT DOSEN'T GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS.

at the finish line after 42.195 km Words cannot aptly describe my emotions