I'm writing about Saddam.
This shows the man is really famous, not for how he lived—and his life was brutally evil--but the way he died.
Bad timing. That’s what it was all about, wasn’t it?
No doubt there was a 'certain sense of historic justice' to where and how he died (The Straits Times, 6 January 2007, p. 30),
but the timing sucked.
Executing the man during the Hari Raya Haji festivities reeks of insensitivity, even insanity, in this day and age.
Top that with the offensive video,
the punishment of a tyrant has become his moment of glory.
Bad timing is the mother of many evils.
We had a farewell party the other night for a dear friend.
As we wrapped up the mostly fun-and-laughter evening with a speech—by the goodbye girl—suddenly someone interjected an emotional pause with a joke.
Needless to say, it didn't come out right.
It’s been more than a week into the new year.
But never too late to still make resolutions.
May 2007 be a year when I tell my daughter to do her chores after she’s stopped chatting on the line,
give words of advice to people only when they're ready for them,
and pour my problems on the hubby when he’s not watching the premier league.
Do things right, say words well,
make wise decisions.
But always couple them with good timing.
Makes all the difference.