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Memoriam: To that brave soul (former SBF forums) who died in Perth...

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Anyone here remember his nick? He had a blog that went by the name of "knight of pentacles" or something...

He was also an old sammyboy forummer who was a regular poster until he migrated to Perth.

His blog postings were particularly poignant, it reflected a lot like the journey most migrants must make after taking that leap of faith, leaving a good job in SG, the frustration of finding a job the reflects your expertise, resignation in taking up simple jobs at first, then slowing being accepted into society and finally finding an inner peace...

And then, sadly, he passed away...

Anyone remember his nick in SBF or if his blog is still around? Might be some gems or lessons we can glean from there and perhaps temper the expectations of those who think that the grass in ALWAYS greener on the other side.

God bless you and keep you, brother, your journey and the lessons you shared with us are not in vain.

R.I.P
 
As his path begins:

______________________________________________________________________

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

<!-- Begin .post --> Confession.


Time to come clean. I have a confession to make.

*whisper* ... ... I am considering being a quitter.


Nobody outside my immediate family knows.
Nobody but one trusted soulmate. And now you know.

Given the global world we live in, this probably does not sound like a big deal. I am sure millions of people uproot and resettle in unfamilar places on a regular basis, and often in the face of great personal dangers. It is not like I am some displaced warzone refugee - so I guess I should shut up about it. This is "bo simi tua tai zee" (no big deal) as the Hokkien would say.
But it still bugs me. It bugs me a lot.

And I am sure some of my closer friends may suspect, given my propensity to discuss the subject of emigration. Then again most Singaporeans I know will bitch a lot but do not really knuckle down to address what they consider "somebody else" problem.

So why does it bother me?

You see: I have looked deeply into myself (much as I can) and arrived at the undeniable conclusion:

I am a heartlander.

.​
Let's see now... *flipping checklist*

Born in Singapore. Educated in the Singapore education system. Graduated from a Singapore university. I live in a HDB flat in a ulu corner of the island. I grew up in a blue-collar single-income family. I served my National Service and ROD'ed. Until well past my 26th birthday, I have never travelled on my passport out of Singapore - not even to next door Malaysia!

Yet today, I have letters on my desk. Letters from DIMIA. The latest of which request health checks and police clearances (CNCC certificate). All of which indicating that I am but months away from getting my Australia PR, if all goes well touch wood and all that jazz. Mere months. And the clock is ticking, ticking, ticking.

And I feel great sadness. And embarrassment. And maybe even shame. For even thinking of doing something as disloyal(?) as turning my back on the land where I grew up. But then there are push-factors too. Powerful forces in their unrelentless logic that dictate I pursue this path in the interest of self-preservation.

***

Writing has always been a form of catharsis for me. Being able to put down my thoughts in words (I was going to say "on paper") helps clarify and refine them. If I cannot describe the problem it means that I have not properly understood the situation.

Maybe this blog will help me come to a decision and some closure in these times of great change. Or maybe it will demonstrate my sheer folly and ignorance to the world.

Or maybe even offer a written record as a guiding/warning light to others who would consider a similar path...

***

"Reading maketh a full man; conference maketh a ready man; and writing maketh an exact man."
Sir Francis Bacon (1561-1626)




posted by KnightofPentacles at 9/15/2004 01:50:00 AM

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And when it came to an untimely end:

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Friday, July 21, 2006

Bad News... and a Tribute to a Friend

Monday (17th July 2006), I received news in the afternoon that one of my very good friend, KOP, has passed away suddenly, in Australia.

His housemates has found him on Monday morning.

No news yet of any causes for now, as it is too soon for any conclusions, I guess.

His funeral will be in Perth on 25th July 2006. This is according to his wishes of remaining in Australia.

His family has gotten flights over, but a few of us close friends are still trying all means to secure tickets.

*~*~*~*~*

I was at a loss, total loss for a while.

All that came to my mind were flash backs of our crazy uni days in NTU, road trips in Malaysia, road trips in Australia, and days of getting drunk at home. Not forgetting our intellectual discussions on life, finances, philosophies, work and the world in general.

I started calling all of our mutual friends, those that I have numbers of. It was hard to repeat it over and over again. Each time I do that, it brings me new experience, new flash backs.

Here is a friend, who seemingly have nothing going smoothly his way while he was in Singapore. Experiencing retrenchments one after another (through no fault of his. Just too many mergers and acquisitions and down-sizing).

Here is a friend, who has the intelligence to see through almost every plot and every system there is, and able to find loopholes. However, his intelligence was not tuned towards academic results.

Here is a friend, who has similar thoughts and analysis of many things as I, but he has always managed to put thoughts into actions faster than I do. (And perhaps, like he always said, we have just found evidence in each other to reinforce our beliefs.)

Here is a friend, who has been a great inspiration to me, but I guess he never knew it, because I never actually told him so.

Here is a friend, who has overcome many many obstacles in his life, that I secretly envy his courage and strength, never sure whether I would be able to take the same kind of blows as he did.

Here is a friend, who finally got out of the crippling system and has tried his best to establish a new life for himself and D.

Here is a friend, who had to live 1 year alone without D, and seems to have put everything in place for D's arrival early next year.

Here is a friend, who finally seemed to be so much happier, so much more free time, so much more to look forward to, and so much more going his way.

Here is a friend, who introduced me to Babylon 5, Futurama, and having fun with flames in liquor bottles that we have just emptied, and other interesting things in life.

Now, just when I was about to tease him to fulfil one of our ancient never-got-around-it task - to pay money for someone to tell us that we are stupid (take the Mensa IQ test), I will never know what his score will be.

Now, just when his encouragement and taunts has removed my procrastination, I will no longer be able to fulfil my dream of living in Australia, together.

I have suddenly lost one of the rare few guiding lights that I have in my life.

Life doesn't seem to be very fair to him. He led a hard life, taking everything that life has thrown him. Worked his way to get what he wanted, and just when things are finally turning out for the better, he is no longer able to enjoy the fruits of his labour.

I really hope KOP managed to get a taste of absinthe as he so desired, one year ago. (See blog comments section)

I also hope that he has managed to find Kolo Mee in Perth (See blog comments section)

May his soul rest in peace.
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indeed, he is remembered today among the quitters. (1 min of silence)..

just out of curiosity, how did he died? they didnt mention the cause.
 
indeed, he is remembered today among the quitters. (1 min of silence)..

just out of curiosity, how did he died? they didnt mention the cause.

No idea, except that when it happened, someone mentioned it in the old SBF. Maybe Scrooball can do a search in the old SBF??? His nick on the old SBF was also "singaporeserf"

Only a few years later did I have a sit down and read some of his blog entries did it strike a chord...

Part of me then wished that it was a hoax and that perhaps the part that "died" was that he finally let go of his old life in SG and was "reborn" into a brand new one in Oz...
 
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