Author: Nick Pan

On our SQ flight from Singapore to Perth, Pearl and I actually had “yu shen” on the plane. Its actually quite cool, they served it as a starter. With our little forks an that little plastic container, we went ahead and “lo hei”. haha… that was fun.

After a good 3 months back in Singapore, I spent quite a few brain cells on my parent’s business. Its not that I am an experienced business person or that I am extremely involved in the business, but just contemplating that business itself can be a stage to show ones character.

Having parents who are business people, somehow I have been brainwashed to have a management view on business ever since I can remember. My dad always preached that I should give salary and not take salary, I should tell people what to do and not do it myself. But after all these years I am still toying with this concept.

A staff can be viewed as a record in the HR database, but so can a customer, a supplier, a friend, a person. But behind each person there is a story… a story that is only told in that person’s life. A story that might bore the living daylights out of you, but it’s a story that is most personal and very heart warming to that individual.

I feel guilty knowing people just as a face, just as a name, just as a person whom I can’t even remember their name 5mins after introduction. But is that how things are? Or should I be more sincere? hmm…

Its now 20/02/2002 20:02 cool huh.

Pearl & myself are back in Perth. Its our last semester here in Curtin.

Since we have been away from Perth for a few months, we were not able to pay our bills in Perth. Our phone line has been disconnected, our mobiles are barred and a few other things. Its the first time i have ever seen so many letters with my name on it with red words on them. The only way to access the net would be from school. Now gotta clean up the house a bit, buy some groceries, change the bed sheets…

Anyway… my school has revamped their website from this to this, it looks pretty cool to me.

The world comes to a stop
While her cries are the only sounds left
Picking her up, comforting her
That’s all I could do

I try to communicate
But words are useless

It seems that a mind that is peaceful
a love that is calm and
a soothing confident rhythm
can make that bad dream go away