Sometimes I wished I hadn’t said it. But I did. So to put a stop to all the questions I am putting my answers here:

1) Yes, I am writing a two part Krishnan story

2) Yes, I will be drawing it in the distant future

3) Yes, it will be my first

4) No, I don’t plan to say anything else about it until it’s all written and drawn.

Once, not too long ago, there lived Jack not far from where I used to live. Jack was from a middle class family and wasn’t particularly an outgoing person. He was in a sense simple and pleasant. But there was something about Jack. I couldn’t put it in words but every time you saw jack he was always busy with something. Even his closest friends constantly ridiculed him of being a Jack of all trades. Not that it bothered Jack because Jack was always so busy doing something that he simply took no notice of what everyone was saying about him.

Jack was simple, pleasant and always busy.

Jack never went beyond his means to buy anything because Jack was raised as such by his stern father who believed that a man should only buy want he truly needed and not splurge money on unwanted trinkets. Jack’s mother divorced soon after little Jack was born because unlike his father, Jack’s mother was on the opposite end of the family budget. How these lovely couple met and fell in love is beyond my understanding. Love does attract opposites but that’s another story for another time.

Well, back to our dear Jack. Jack who by this time had grown up into a fine young man was now working in an office. Punctuality was one of Jack’s many virtues. He always took the trouble to come to work early to start early. Needless to be said Jack was by far the most productive person on the team.

Whenever Jack got a chance to speak at the company meeting, Jack would stand up, take out his little notebook, turn to the pages where all his little ideas were jotted down and speak with the utmost confidence.

In all my years, I never met another man quite like Jack. Jack really knew how to influence people. He wasn’t the manipulative type but rather someone who pointed to the truth about the situation and gave his own suggestion to solve them. And that is why I guess no one spoke behind his back or that’s what I think. Not that it mattered to Jack because Jack was always busy and took no heed to office gossip.

One day, when Jack got home he found that his window grill was forced open. Any other person would have panicked. But not jack. Jack quietly opened his door and went inside. He stood there surveying the mess the burglars had made. Then jack went into his room and found that his drawers have been force opened and all his personal belonging stolen.

Although Jack never owned anything of any particular value, he did have one thing that he treasures most. His father’s old citizen watch which he as a kid saved his school pocket money for an entire year to buy it for his father’s birthday. Although his father was reluctant to accept the gift because it was such a costly watch for any kid of his age to afford, his father made a rare exception that day because he knew the sacrifices Jack had to go through to buy him the watch. I mean who today buys their dad a citizen watch with their school pocket money. But Jack did.

When Jack’s father passed away, the watch was the only thing he had to remind him of his father. Jack adored his father and always listened to him. To Jack his father was his hero. He had even been ridiculed by his schoolmates for a month because, his teacher, Mrs. White choose to read his fine work, or that’s what he thought of it, to the class.

All the boys and girls laughed and giggled as the Mrs. White narrated his father’s heroic exploits. Not that there was anything wrong in choosing your father as your hero, the problem was when your father was just a simple hardworking blue collar worker, when everybody else’s hero was someone famous or a major celebrity.

It all came flooding back to Jack. He couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. He cried for the first time since his father’s death. If you had saw Jack at that moment you would have cried alongside him too, a sorry sight to behold.

After what seem like hours, jack got up and took another look into the drawer, secretly hoping his father’s old watch would somehow magically reappear. But there was no watch. But there was something in the corner of the drawer that caught Jack’s eye, something that would change the life of our simple and pleasant jack forever.

In all humor, the burglars for some odd reason left the most unlikeliest thing one would find after a robbery, A Big Yellow Lemon.

to be continued…

I Like the idea of writing a parable.

So I am writing a rather short parable which should be done by this weekend.

Stay Tuned

When I was in the army, I was counting down to my ORD, it was a painful thing to do.

Nevertheless it ended. I worked for two comapines since then, both of which wasn’t bringing me happiness.

Now I am extremely happy because I am finally doing what I have been wanting to do for a long long time.

Write. That’s right. I am almost done with my first draft of my book. I have just showed it to Latiff and we have talked a great deal. I can’t wait to finish it so that he can write the foreword to my book.

How time flys when you are in the act of living your dream.

Lately the topic of decadence is weighing heavily on my thoughts. It’s just seems to me that life in Singapore has no real meaning to many people. I have pondered about this matter for a long time and have come up with some possible answers as to why there is a sense of meaninglessness to our eastern authoritarian society.

Seeing as how I am busy with my book on influence I think it’s best I tackle one subject at a time. But don’t worry this is the book I am definitely going to write next.

I even have a working title in mind, The Meaninglessness of Modern Singaporean Life.