2100 hrs June 20th 2004

Just got back

from a weekend cruise

with Ms X and her Dad.

The old man is kind of fun

easy to please

quite unlike her Mum.

I get the feeling

I'm never good enough

for her.

I know that boat Virgo

like I live there.

This time around

plenty of Indian nationals

on holiday.

Says something to me

about the booming Indian economy.

A newly created

Middle class

with disposable income

to spend

on Singaporean cruise ships.

Was quite a nightmare

actually.

A whole weekend

with a boatload

of Indian nationals

and

Singaporeans.

The only people

more kiasu

than the Singaporeans

are

Indian nationals.

They threw themselves

at

the buffet tables.

They argued

with the poor Mainland Chinese cashier.

Always trying to cheat others.

Always trying to take advantage

of others' mistakes.

A topless dance show

was cancelled

for technical reasons.

A full refund

was not good enough for them.

Almost started a riot.

Mobbed the poor MC

Like as though

they were going to lynch him.

Totally crude

and

unsophisticated.

Not a shred

of dignity

in them.

I suppose you can

largely say the same,

for Mainland Chinese.

Guess when you come

from a country of 1 over billion.

Living most of their lives

in utter deprivation,

it brings out

the ugliness

in the human race.

Question of survival

precedes the need

to be a better person.

Back to the cruise,

the sea

always have that effect on me.

I feel free

My spirits soar.

I am at my element,

once again.

Took on the casino

made some money.

Not alot

but lunch money

for the rest of the month.

I dunno why,

I'm just darned good

at taking financial risks

or gambling

whichever way

you want to see it.

The sea,

casino,

Karaoke,

beers,

live music,

Ms X.

Guess my weekend

was good

very good.

Ms X

did snapped at me once.

I suppose

she gets away

with behaving spoilt rotten

in front of her family.

Unfortunately,

the receiving end these days

is me.

She inherited that

from her Mum.

Never a nice word

out of her mouth.

Always critical

always vocal

Nothing is ever good enough

for her.

Having said that,

I found that

crude

and

unsophisticated too.

Since today is Father's Day,

I thought I'd formulate

some of my theories

on Fatherhood.

Maybe tomorrow