1330 hrs December 22th 2006

I searched up the lyrics of

this song,

from the movie

"My best friend's wedding"

If you wanna be happy

for the rest of your life

never make a pretty woman your wife

so from my personal point of view

get an ugly girl to marry you.

A pretty woman makes her husband look small

and very often causes his downfall

as soon as he marries her

then she starts to do

the things that will break his heart.

But if you make an ugly woman your wife

You'll be happy for the rest of your life,

an ugly woman cooks her meals on time,

she'll always give you peace of mind.

Don't let your friends say

you have no taste

go ahead and marry anyway,

though her face is ugly

her eyes don't match,

take it from me

she's a better catch.

Yes, a good looking girl

is bad news.

Worse if she has

big tits.

Like everything in life,

marriages and relationships

go through

high and low cycles

ups and downs.

Marriage is supposed to be

a strong bond

that keeps two people together

during the down times.

But if you got a good looking wife

with big tits,

guys are gonna hit on her

every single minute

and during your marriage

down cycles,

the temptation can be

overwhelming.

Even worse than,

a good looking girl with

big tits, is

a good looking big tits

party girl.

Even during good times,

guys hit on her,

like flies get attracted

to dogshit.

And after a glass too many

she wakes up

on another man's bed.

Don't get me wrong,

I want to have some partying fun too

with my girl,

but I'm sure as hell

ain't gonna marry

a party girl.

Even worse,

than a good looking big tits

party girl,

is a stupid good looking big tits

party girl.

Even if you have

the IQ of Einstein,

your kids are gonna be

really dumb,

growing up with

a stupid mother.

I want a woman,

who is loyal.

Who will stick with me

through thick and thin.

Coz I sure as hell,

can't charge ahead in life,

if I have to keep looking back

to see if she's there.

I want a woman,

who is gentle and kind.

I want her to impart

the right value systems

to my children.

I want a woman,

who is patient and calm.

Who can take my nonsense

as though it was nothing.

Nothing shortens a man's

lifespan,

than constant nagging,

not even cigarettes

or drugs.

1330 hrs December 5th 2006

I staggered

in a drunken haze

along the corridors

of Duxton.

Stumbling

from one bar

to another.

Downing another beer

Lighting another ciggy.

Anything

Just to numb

the pain

a little.

The Filipino whores

asked me to buy

them a drink

in exchange

for some company.

Its not the same.

I just want you

by my side baby.

I miss you so much.

I can't make it

by myself.

I want you so much.

I wallowed another song

in my misery.

Somehow as I stared

at the lyrics,

I thought I saw

your gaze

in the corner

of my eyes.

I was drunk.

I floundered

into the street.

The moon shone

at my face,

I wondered

if the moon

at Sukabumi

is shining upon

your pretty face.

I lurched

into an empty taxi

and said Simei St 4

knowing so well

that I will be

coming home

to our empty house

sleeping alone

on our empty bed

I just want you

by my side baby.

I miss you so much.

I can't make it

by myself.

I want you so much.

1050 hrs November 29th 2006

I don't know

what is it about people.

Or maybe the problem

is actually me.

I don't know why

people seem to believe

everything they read

or hear.

I stopped reading

the Shit Times

for many years now.

I think Swingaboreans

are basically gullible

in nature.

I doubt Swingaboreans

are stupid,

most are smarter than me.

But somehow

very few bother

to think.

Maybe its because,

in Swingabore,

we're not allowed

to think for ourselves,

we let the government

do the thinking

for us.

Or maybe

to think

takes too much

energy.

Maybe its my nature,

I was born

cynical and skeptical.

Whenever I read

or hear something,

I start by

disbelieving.

And I start thinking

of reasons

to disbelieve.

I hate reading the news.

Even the act of merely

reporting an incident

serves to create

a mental picture

and invariably

distracts me

from other

probably more important

things.

Why tell me

about the number of people

blown up in a train

by a terrorist?

When many more people

are dying of cancer

which can actually

be treated?

Why tell me

about how many people

dead from a Hurricane

in some obscure state in USA

when many more

are dying of terminal diseases

right here in Singapore?

Why read recommendations

from stock analysts?

How often were they

actually right?

Why listen to government's

economic forecasts?

How truthful are they?

They paint such rosy pictures

but you know so many

unemployed friends.

Why do we believe

that ministers should be paid

millions of dollars?

What have they actually done?

That is worth so much?

They said otherwise the ministers

will work in the private sector.

So, for that matter,

why are chairmen or CEOs

paid multi million bonuses

in large corporations?

What skillsets are

actually involved?

How do you quantify

their actual contributions?

Why even bother to read

restaurant reviews?

Don't we all have our own

personal tastes?

Even when one see's

an acquaintance's or friend's

ostentatious braggings

of wealth,

success in stock

or property markets,

why should we believe

everything?

Could he possibly

be in debt

to his eyeballs?

Why look at assets

and not liabilities?

1600 hrs November 27th 2006

Oh come on,

let's get real.

Let's get a grip

on reality.

Ours is not

a relationship.

Ours is just

a domestic partnership.

No more than

a sleeping arrangement.

I sleep on the left side

of the bed,

you sleep on the right side.

I use the toilet downstairs,

you use the toilet upstairs.

I pay all the bills,

sometimes you take off

all your clothes.

We open a nice bottle of wine

only because its better

than drinking alone.

We go for a meal

at a nice restaurant,

only because its better

than dining alone.

We do not have a future

together.

And when you look back

not much of a past

either.

What could have been

our only connection,

laid amongst bloody clots,

in your gynaecologist's

petri dish.

1245 hrs November 17th 2006

Mommy and Daddy,

I thought

you'd love me

with all your heart

like your lives

depended on loving me.

I thought

you'd guide me

through thick and thin

through rain or shine.

I thought

you'd hold my hand

as I take my next step

through the footprints

of your lives.

I thought

you'd hold me

and kiss me

when nights are cold

and lonely.

Keeping me safe

and far away

from harm.

I thought

being wholly responsible

for a life your brought

into this world,

would make you

see the beauty

of complete responsibility.

I thought

you'd hold me,

care about me,

uphold me,

love me,

cherish me.

I never thought

you'd think

I was a mistake.

I thought I would

be your prize

not unpleasant

surprise.

I never thought

you'd actually

pay money

to have my life

sucked out

of Mum's cosy womb

even before

I ever seen

the world

you live

or the life

you could have

offered me.

I am now

in heaven

disembodied

my spirit freed

from parts of what

was left

of my tiny body,

when you could have

made me whole,

waiting for the day

I'll ask Mum and Dad,

WHY?

1535 hrs November 13th 2006

This one is good.

You wrote,

"women spent the best years

of our lives with a man,

we deserve to be paid"

Yes honey,

you're right.

Thats what

the girls in Geylang said

as well

1020 hrs November 8th 2006

People reading this blog

must be sick of

my rants on

marriage and divorce.

Those who still

enjoy reading them,

I recommend psychiatric help

like me.

Paul McCartney

the old ex-Beatle

got divorced.

Poor Guy.

He must be singing

Yesterday,

all my troubles

seemed so far away,

now they looked

as though they're here

to stay....

Heather Mills said

Paul was "boring and mean"

He said she was

"unreasonable and argumentative"

She said he stabbed her

with a broken wine glass.

He revealed she was

a former prostitute.

She demanded

half of his US$1.5 billion

networth.

What a circus.

I don't think many women

set out to be money grabbing

gold diggers

when they first meet

a man.

But somehow,

when love goes bad,

they usually become

blood thirsty scavengers.

Fucking despicable and contemptuous

giggling hyenas.

Consider these statistics.

7 out of 10 divorces

are initiated by women.

9 out of 10 marriages

are initiated by women.

Given the way

divorce laws are wildly skewed

in the favour of women,

marriage and divorce

seems like a conspiracy

against men

by women of the world.

Man and woman falls in love

they get married.

After a few years,

men appreciate the predictability

of family life.

Women tend to find it

boring.

They start to wonder,

is this it?

Is that all?

I wonder how is it like

to be with someone else.

And then someone more happening

comes along.

This is just beautiful.

Your wife dumps you

go shags up

with some Eurotrash

and you pay her alimony.

Eurotrash gets to fuck your wife

and you have to pay her.

If you have kids,

custody battle is a fucking joke.

Say goodbye

to your SUV

and at least

half your house.

That is just the financial aspect

of a man's divorce.

Let me tell you

something else.

Have you ever wondered

why much more divorced men

commit suicide

than divorced women?

Because for a man,

a divorce is not

just emotional baggage,

its a fucking trailerload

that he has to lug around

till he dies!!!

Just how can he start life anew,

when he got to keep paying

alimony???

In the eyes of the court,

alimony and maintenance

to ex-wife takes precedence

to the new family

he may have.

And the truth is,

men go through a lengthy period

of loneliness and withdrawal.

We don't talk such things

as divorce

when we meet for beers.

We tend to stifle our emotions

and mask it with meaningless jokes

and laughter.

We internalise the pain

by going to whores.

We try to redeem

our sense of self worth

by jumping into

stupid relationships.

And she goes around bad mouthing you

to the entire world,

to justify to herself

why she dumped you

for her Eurotrash.

God help you

if you ever laid hands on her.

If she beats you up,

somehow its deemed okay

even according

to the Singapore Police.

So Paul,

if you gotta stab her

with a broken wine glass,

for fuck sake

aim properly.

Finish her off

in one swift jab.

1440 hrs October 25th 2006

My dear friend Ms K

told me that there is

a specialised store

at Vivio City

that sells organic food.

A carton of milk $12.

Just how the hell fuck

can a carton of organic milk

cost 3 times more than normal???

I understand the clamour

for organic food.

In the age of mad cow diseases,

bird flu, hand foot and mouth diseases,

the food you eat

that is supposed to nourish

can actually kill you.

I also understand

that it costs more

to farm crops organically.

Without the use of chemical pesticides

and fertilizers,

it would naturally lead

to the lowering of

harvest yields.

Also without the use of preservatives

will lead

to shorter shelf life too.

But can a carton of organic milk

cost 3 times more???

Mathematically, it simply

does not add up.

I'm sure the cost

of raw food

at supermarkets

is probably a minor component

of total costs that a consumer pays.

Let's have a hypothetical breakdown

of supermarket costs of raw food.

Say,

raw food 20%
rental 30%
staff 20%
marketing 20%
transport 10%
TOTAL 100%


Now,

for organic foods on the shelf,

except for raw food,

all other costs should

remain about the same.

So to solve for 3 times increase

in price, the numbers look like this

raw food 220%
rental 30%
staff 20%
marketing 20%
transport 10%
TOTAL 300%


Does it make sense that

the cost of organic food

is 11 times more (220/20) ???

Just who is bullshitting who???

How much of that $12 per carton

of organic milk,

actually goes to the farmer???

I'm sure as hell,

not 11 times more.

The more obvious answer,

is the retailer

is making a killing

from organic food

by promoting scare tactics.

I don't think my hypothetical numbers

are that far off reality.

2325 hrs October 24th 2006

I was just thinking

about traffic congestion

in Swingabore.

As much as we love to think

we are better

than other 3rd world countries,

whenever I'm stuck

in a traffic jam,

it reminds me

of Bangkok

or Jakarta.

Well done, Swingabore government.

After charging hefty COEs

silly ERPs

you achieved

no better

than the Thais

and the Indonesians.

COEs don't work.

Because people want

to buy cars anyway.

Cars are important

in our social status seeking society.

I admit, cars are crucial

when you have kids.

Cars are useful

when you carry heavy groceries.

But for most people,

we do not need cars

to go to work,

or send children to school.

Cars do not pollute the environment,

nor cause congestion.

Driving cars pollute the environment

and cause congestion.

Forget the COEs

forget the ERPs.

Let people buy cars

let people drive into the CBD zone.

I suggest putting a microchip

in each car

which is linked to a global positioning system.

Charge the driver,

only when he uses his car.

Charge him a premium,

at certain busy times

of the day,

charge him lesser

on weekends or evenings.

But charge him only

when he is on the road,

not when his car is parked.

Refund all COEs.

Let people buy cars.

Dismantle the silly looking

ERP ganteries.

ERPs do not work

because when you need to go

into the CBD,

there are hardly any other

alternative the government

provides anyway.

COEs don't work

because people want

to own a car.

Charging a COE

is like having a cover charge

to a buffer dinner.

Once a person pays

his cover charge

if he does not care

about his figure,

he will gorge himself

who can blame him?

Afterall, he has paid

the upfront cover charge,

like COE.

But if a diner

have to pay

for every single piece of food

he picks up,

you will see a different behaviour.

Just observe people

at hawker centre economy rice stalls.

Once he has to pay for every food,

you see him ordering at most 2 meats

and 2 vegetables.

I believe that is

the order of nature.

Making drivers pay

everytime they use

the road

instead of an upfront cover charge

will make drivers think twice.

And of course,

the alternative modes of transport

must be viable too,

namely increasing

the frequency of MRT trains,

which I find disgraceful

for a so called

world class transport system.

Lastly, how much to charge

per usuage of the roads?

I reckon about 50% to 100% higher

than taxi fares.

So unless absolutely necessary,

a driver will probably take a taxi

than add another car

on the road

1900 hrs October 20th 2006

I just knew

someone will rebutt

my previous post

on the haze

and Singapore's money laundering.

True,

I agree with you.

These are two separate issues

and rightfully mutually exclusive

from one another.

But politicians

are ALWAYS linking

separate issues.

Look at Malaysia.

What the hell does

Singapore's supply of water

from Johore

have anything at all

to do with the

customs, excise and quarantine department

in Woodlands?

You tell me.

And I tell you,

its all political

one uppance.

People are naturally proned

to linking separate issues.

Women are particularly good

at that.

Everytime there is a quarrel

with a boyfriend or husband,

invariably

something from the past

totally unrelated

to the current issue

gets brought up

and fought over.

ALWAYS.

Ultimately,

you fight over issues

that has absolutely nothing

to do with the current.

You asked me for proof

of Singapore's money laundering?

I don't have an exhautive list,

other than what's recent

on Indonesian papers.

Bambang Sutrisno US$162 million

Sudjiono Timan US$120 million

Pauline Lumowa US$184 million

They're living in expensive

penthouses

in Orchard Road.

There's a lot more but

guess you won't read

about them

in Shit Times.

0845 hrs October 16th 2006

Cough cough

Its the haze again

and its getting worse.

These days

when I look out

of my office window,

I only see a dense blanket

of brown smog

and vaguely the Esplanade

in the background.

If you read the Shit Times

you'd actually believe

that the Indonesians

are bastards.

That the businessmen community

bribed government officials

to turn a blind eye

and let them slash and burn

primary forests

with wanton indiscretion.

You hear Singaporean politicians

giving lectures

on the rule of law

and law enforcement.

Just who the hell fuck

are we to give lectures

to the Indonesians

about the rule of law ???

For years,

Singapore is a haven

for Indonesian criminals

who embezzled and cheated

hundreds of millions of dollars.

These Indonesian crooks

stole what amounts to BILLIONS

in total

and ran away

to this safe hiding place

who welcome stolen money

with open arms.

Singapore welcomes money,

lots of money,

any kind of money,

clean money, dirty money

we don't care.

We just want money,

lots of money.

These Indonesian criminals

ran to Singapore

with their stolen money

move their families here,

buy properties

put the money in banks

shop for LV at Orchard Road.

For years, the Indonesian government

begged the Singapore government

to sign an extradition treaty

so these criminals

can be extradited

and their stolen assets seized.

But we basically said

FUCK YOU

to them.

Now with the haze,

we actually think

we have the moral authority

to lecture Indonesia

on the rule of law,

when we're a sanctuary

for their stolen goods

and criminals.

And as for these criminals

snapping up top end houses

in Sentosa Cove,

the Indonesians say,

Hey! Long time no see!!!

We miss you so much that,

We're sending you something

from home!!!

1320 hrs October 10th 2006

Wow,

its been almost a month

since I last blogged.

I've been so damned busy.

Bangkok, Kuala Lumpur,

Dalian and Jakarta.

Not so bad

for someone

who really hates flying.

I left my handphone

in Jakarta.

Maybe I did it on purpose

subconsciously.

I don't know

if the problem is with me

or people around me.

Somehow,

people call me

only when there is

a problem.

I've reached a stage

when I get a shock

and coil in dreaded anxiety

everytime the phone rings.

And on my birthday,

the person whom I wished

above and beyond all others

to call

did not call.

Fuck it,

no more handphones

for me.

My life was much simplier

before they invented handphones.

People use handphones

to call me because

they won't handle

the problems themselves.

Thence

from now on,

if you can't get me

too fucking bad

deal with it yourself.

I'm tired

too fucking tired.

And oh,

no house phones either.

1740 hrs September 13th 2006

I think all people who marry

should go to HELL.

Or at least 99.99% of them.

Lets see why.

Two people,

in the House of God,

in front of the altar,

vow to each other,

witnessed by friends, family

and God.....

I, take you Ms XXX

to be my wife,

to have and to hold,

from this day forward,

for better or for worse,

for richer or poorer,

in sickness and in health,

to love and to cherish,

from this day forward,

until death do us part......

You vowed affection (to love and cherish),

You vowed unconditional love (better or worse),

You vowed permanence (until death do us part)...

All your vows were broken,

at least at some point,

in your life.

People marry,

without realising

the serious responsibilities

they undertaken

in their vows.

They end up wronging

their spouse.

Such failure

to uphold a vow,

have to be sinful,

even if the spouse

is unnecessarily negligent.

Hurting others,

is far worse,

than hurting yourself.

You chose to go into a marriage,

and found yourself unhappy,

too fucking bad!!!!

You can go to Hell

for all I care,

but you have aboslutely no right,

to hurt another,

and break your vows.

Yes, I conclude,

married people

will all go to HELL,

probably deservedly so too

2300 hrs August 30th 2006

"I love you Darling,

I've always loved you

and always will....."

Suddenly his heart

skipped a beat.

In his mind,

visions of going to ROM together,

getting married,

applying for a HDB together,

starting a family together,

working hard, saving harder,

maybe buy a condo....

that brought a contented

satisfied smile,

to his face.

"But you and I

are not meant to be

together"

In that instance,

his little world collapsed.

He loved her

for so long,

she made him cry

bitter tears in silence.

Through her outbursts

of temper,

her raging boredom

to her infidelity.

Through it all,

he stood steadfast,

thinking and praying quietly,

that one day he can tame

that wild spirit,

that wanderlust.

She can stray,

but he always thought,

his patience and love,

will one day

make her wholly his

and his alone.

She can wander,

but his love

will surely lead

her back.

He never once

even openly defied her,

agreeing with all her abuses,

swallowing his pride,

which man doesn't have pride?

Hoping and stubbornly believing

his unwavering resolution

will win her over

one day.

Even at this moment,

when all seems lost....

"I am not right for you,

one day when you meet the right woman,

you will thank me

for this"

He just sat there,

frozen in time.

This seems to last

an eternity.

He could understand

those words.

Yet they seemed

so senseless

so hollow.

"You and I

are not meant

to be....."

He is fighting back

his emotions.

"But darling,

you know I always loved you"

He uttered.

How could that little girl,

the love of his life,

say such cold and murderous words?

Is this a nightmare?

No, its something worse.

But it cannot be true,

as he sunk into depths

of his despairing denial.

He could say no more.

Nothing in the human language,

is befitting

of expression

that his heart

is crying out

to express.

Yet he valiantly tried,

to remain strong,

as he always done so,

holding back

the tears,

not for the first time,

certainly he hoped,

not the last time

either

1100 hrs August 29th 2006

What were you thinking?

Whe he first asked

you out.

Did you think

his motives were pure?

What were you thinking?

When you found yourself

increasingly drawn to him.

Did it not occur to you

how I would hurt

to lose you?

Did you think

you were doing

the right thing?

For yourself and me?

Didn't all those years

we spent together

meant anything to you?

Can you remember

what you saw in me

in the first place?

Can you remember

what got us through

all these years

in the first place?

What were you thinking?

Were we that bad?

Don't you think

we or I deserve

a 2nd chance

to make it work?

Do you still think

you did the right thing?

Can you look at me

in the eyes

see my hurt

and tell me

you did the right thing?

Did you feel guilt

at all?

Did you think of me

at all?

What future did you see

in him,

to throw it all away?

Maybe my best

is not good enough,

but are you getting

a much better deal now?

Are you happier now?

0910 hrs August 25th 2006

I fucking give up

I fucking fucking give up.

I don't fucking understand anymore.

I found out my ex-wife bought

a HDB 3 room flat

with my money.

What the hell fuck is going on?

You gave me up for this???

You gave up a husband

who would have provided you

a penthouse, a porsche, a boat

expensive holidays, branded goods

for a HDB 3 room flat???

Wanna find an angmor boyfriend

for fuck sakes,

why not find an angmor

with at least some class???

Get an angmor who would not even

rent a studio apartment in a condo

for you?

I am almost sure

this type of angmor

back in his home country

he will not even get a date

and you divorced me

for such a loser?

And you have to buy a HDB 3 room flat

with your ex-husband's money???

I don't know who is more pathetic

you or me.

1220 hrs August 16th 2006

Every morning,

when I wait frantically

for the next MRT train

to arrive,

minutes ticking away

as I need to rush

to office,

and when it arrives,

I'd squeeze in

amongst thousands

the pungent smell

of body odour

mingling with

the smell of freshly

scubbed bodies

shampooed hair

and freshly laundered clothes.

Singapore is an island city,

so it means the city cannot grow

beyond its shores.

Its hard to plan subways

for inland cities

because the cities keep growing

over its boundaries.

Some like London,

keep a greenbelt,

to restrict the growth

of the city.

Singapore's growth is limited

by its shores,

even though that can increase slightly

through reclaimation of land.

So the most accurate comparison

of transport systems

would be other island cities,

like Hong Kong and New York.

Both have populations

about double

of Singapore.

But I noticed,

I never had to cramp in

a subway in New York nor Hong Kong.

For a simple reason,

train frequencies

are alot higher there,

for that matter,

almost anywhere

where you have dense populations.

So for curiosity,

I took a look

at the financial statements

of SMRT

for the last 4 years.

Year ending Q3Y03 profit S$72.1 million

Year ending Q3Y04 profit S$89.5 million

Year ending Q3Y05 profit S$126.7 million

Year ending Q3Y06 profit S$103.4 million

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!!

Can they for one fucking moment

stop making all these millions

and spare a thought

for their poor commuter

and perhaps provide

more trains?

1335 hrs August 14th 2006

SM Goh Chok Tong

was reported

in Today newspaper on Friday,

it is "basic politics"

to test new Isreali PM Ehud Olmert

by capturing 2 Isreali soldiers.

"When two soldiers are kidnapped,

a new Prime Minister must not show

any weakness,

that is basic politics"

Be that as it may,

why don't he just

shut the fuck up???

Its a clear endorsement

by the Swingabore government

that it is perfectly alright

to bomb out another country

kill a thousand people,

destroy all economic infrastructure

that a country needs

to survive,

in retaliation

over 2 kidnapped soliders.

Has he forgotten that

we live amongst Muslim neighbours?

And an American/Isreali

running dog Swingaborean government

is a perfect target

for any terrorist?

Think about it.

Swingabore is known

for its safety and security.

A dream target

for any terrorist

wishing to strike terror.

You actually think you can stop them,

if they wanna hit us?

If anything were to happen

to this cuntry,

remember Swingaboreans,

you fucking voted

this type of First World diplomat.

Fucking moron.

1740 hrs August 4th 2006

Although I am surrounded

by Man Utd fans,

its so hard

not to laugh at them.

Buying Michael Carrick

for GBP18.6 million!!!

What would that

make Xabi Alonso worth?

Even a certain Russian gangster billionaire

will have to take a second mortgage

to buy Xabi Alonso.

When Michael Carrick

was at Spurs,

he was known as

a poor man's Xabi Alonso.

I think more like a homeless bum,

alcoholic, begging for coins,

eating at thrash bins Xabi Alonso.

Sir Alex Ferguson is so funny.

He said he bought Eric Cantona

for just GBP1 million years ago,

could Shevchenko be 35 times better

than Cantona?

What a statement,

coming from someone

who paid GBP30 million

for Juan Sebastian Veron.

Shouldn't he be asking

is Veron 30 times better

than Cantona?

If you really like Man Utd

you should buy their official book,

The Increase your IQ book

1215 hrs Aug 4th 2006

Hey boys and girls,

if you wanna send me emails,

tell me what you're thinking,

I may not reply,

but I promise I will read.

Don't bother sending me

Bible verses.

I am interested

in what you have to say.

Totally not interested

in what St Paul or Jesus said

2000 years ago.

Anyway, if you were less biased,

you'd realise

I was not only anti-Christian.

I was anti just about everything.

Its my nature,

I was born

with a very critical mind.

Anyway,

I think the current

anti-war protestors

are stupid.

I say let the Isreali

and the Lebanese

kill each other.

Let the Sunnis

and the Shi'ite

kill each other.

Let the Americans

waste all their resources

trying to export

their brand of puritan Christianity democracy

into Iraq.

I hope the war in Iraq,

lasts another 50 years.

Bankrupt the Americans.

Let Al Qaeda

waste their resources

sending suicide bombers

to their death.

Let them meet Allah,

Let's help them

meet Allah quickly.

I don't give a fuck.

History have shown,

that when the puritan America

went to war in Vietnam,

liberal flower power movement

had a chance

to blossom.

This time around,

its the Chinese economy

that is having a chance

to blossom.

Let these guys kill each other

so we can mind our business

live in peace

and prosper

1400 hrs August 2nd 2006

When I think of it,

the problem is really simple.

Every US president

is always a fundamental

born again Christian.

It does not matter

what religion you are,

so long as you're extreme,

you're a religious fanatic.

So the United States of America

is run by a religious fanatic.

Fundamental born again Christians

believe in Evangelism,

the spread of Christianity

and acceptance of salvation

through Christ.

Evangelism

is no more than

cultural imperialism.

The Europeans

are mostly Catholics.

Catholics don't really care

about Evangelism anymore.

They abandoned that 100 years ago.

They're more interested

in making babies now.

Besides, the British

are running dogs

of the Americans,

which makes a unified European

political stance impossible.

Only the Muslims,

understand the American agenda.

Because the Muslims

want to see the world

as a Muslim Caliphate as well.

So its Christian cultural imperialism

vs Muslim cultural imperialism.

A clash of civilisations.

Fortunately the Hindus

and the Buddhists

don't give a fuck

about converting the world.

What more,

although religious freedom

is sanctioned now

in China

BUT

people who practise religion

are banned

from the Chinese government.

That is wonderful.

Let's hope that China

becomes a world power

who is non religious.

Only then,

we can get

world peace.

Oh, please don't send nasty emails,

if you're a charismatic christian.

Everytime I walk into

a charismatic service,

I see people jumping around

singing ecstatically

preachers shouting esctatically

praying ecstatically

claiming to heal

the sick

and be blessed

with untold riches.

I can't decide

if charismatic christianity

is some form of shamanism

or another voodoo cult.

1105 hrs August 2nd 2006

I really don't know

anymore.

I've always thought

of the Isreali

as sovereign form

of terrorists.

And then again,

they're the only

mad motherfuckers

who can deal

with the Arabs.

UN suggested putting

an international peacekeeping force

at the border

of Lebanon.

What the fuck?

What peace

is there

for the force

to keep?

Let these two crazy bastards

kill each other.

When I think about it,

the Isreali and the Arabs

have one thing

in common.

The absence of pork

in their diet.

The rest of the pork eating world

tend to live in peace.

Guess I conclude

abstinence from pork

will seriously

fuck up

your brains

1735 hrs July 27th 2006

I admit

I am quite

a cleanliness freak.

When I take a dump

in the toilet,

I get really annoyed

by shit left on the toilet bowl,

that would not flush away.

I will remain in the toilet cubicle

and keep on flushing repeatedly

until all traces are gone.

I would be so embarassed

if the next guy

gets to see my shit.

It suddenly occurred to me

that failed marriages or relationships,

are like shit

that wouldn't

flush away.

And the next person,

will always curse you

for leaving

traces of shit

behind.

1345 hrs July 20th 2006

Took me two weeks,

to recover

from the World Cup.

Another world cup over

and another 4 years to go.

Have to say I quite enjoyed it.

There were some moments

of pure magic.

Argentina's performance

against Serbia

comes to mind.

That is what

the beautiful game

is all about.

They truly deserve

the world cup,

but life is such.

The best does not always

get what they deserved.

England was clueless

as usual.

Can't play the game

but still think

they have something

to teach the world

about football.

Diving and cheating

has become

a real cancer

in the game.

With today's TV technology,

these divers and cheaters,

should be brought up

after the game,

fined, suspended

and branded as cheats

to put to shame.

Christiano Ronaldo

does it every week

for Man Utd,

and the Man Utd fans

applauded him.

Playing against England,

he is suddenly wrong.

I'm happy for Italy

afterall.

They're the masters

of the tactical game.

Not always nice

to watch.

But they know

how to grind out

a win.

They know how

to close down

a team of flair

and talented players

and get the result

they want.

Zidane maybe

one of the best players

in the world

for the last 10 years.

But headbutting an opponent

is always wrong.

There is no vindication.

It so happens,

he is Zidane

and on the football field,

people say

he was provoked.

If you or me

were do do that

on the street,

we would go to jail

instantly.

So congratulations

to Italy,

thanks Cannavaro.

Now back to

Liverpool

the greatest football club

in the world.

1230hrs July 20th 2006

US President George Bush said

Isread has the right

to defend itself.

He goes on sputtering

his usual rhetoric

about war against terrorism etc

Just who the fuck

are the terrorists

this time?

One or two Isrealis soldiers

got kidnapped,

and they suddenly

have all the right

to kill 300 Lebanese civilians

injuring over a 1000 more?

Destroying cities,

bridges, roads,

power stations, ports,

airports, completely destroying

all civilian infrastructure?

Just because its the people

of Lebanon,

who voted the Hezbollah?

Its the people's choice

and you cannot respect

that its not Isreal's choice?

So you have all the right

to kill

because it was not

your fucking choice?

Just where do you draw

the line here?

One or two

of your soldiers

got captured,

Hey, there were

650,000 imprisonments

of Palestinians

by the Isreali

since 1967!!!

Till today,

some 9000 Palestinians

still languish

in Isreali jails.

Hezbollah rockets

fired into Isreali cities

were just about as effective

as fire crackers.

How about

the thousands

of Isreali military violations

into Palestinian and Lebanese

territory ?

We're not even talking

about the occupation

of Gaza Strip, West Bank, Golan Heights.

When you see the pictures

of the destruction of Beirut,

just who is the terrorist here?

And the US president

gave the Isreali

the moral right

to kill and destroy

with impunity and wanton violence.

Its hard to defend terrorists

but its becoming both clear

and hazy,

with the Americans,

you have to fight violence

with violence.

Because violence

is the only language

the Americans

understand.

The only difference

between Isreal and

Al Qaeda,

is one has the money

to buy tanks and planes

the other

does not.

0950 hrs July 17th 2006

Had lunch at the Soup Restaurant,

food of the Samsui Women.

Food was brillant.

Very high marks

for the steamed chicken

in ginger sauce

and the ginseng chicken soup.

But how the hell fuck

could the Samsui Women

afford ginseng?

1510 hrs July 14th 2006

I enclose my favourite poem

by Constantine Peter Cavafy.

ITHACA

As you set out for Ithaca, hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops, angry Poseidon - don't be afraid of them:
you'll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement stirs your spirit and body.

Laistrygonians, Clyclops, wild Poseidon - you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them in front of you.
Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when, with what pleasure, what joy,
you enter harbours you're seeing for the first time;

May you stop at Phoenician trading stations to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind, as many sensual perfumes as you can;
And may you enter many Egyptian cities to learn and go on
learning from their scholars
Keep Ithaca always in your mind
Arriving there is what you're destined for.

Don't hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years, so you're old by the time
you reach the island.
Wealthy with all you've gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaca to make you rich.
Ithaca gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn't have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor,
Ithaa won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become,
so full of experience,
you'll have understood by then
what those Ithacas mean

1100 hrs July 6th 2006

You really have to

give it to

Lee Kuan Yew.

All he needs to say

is no credible opposition

and you find Swingaboreans

parroting him,

"I would like to see

opposition in parliament

but how to vote for

opposition?

No credible opposition

available"

They all tell me.

Let's take a closer look.

Early this year,

the government bought

Shin Corp in Thailand,

which ultimately resulted

in Thai PM Thaksin Shinawatra

stepping down

as the Thai public

took to the streets

for Thaksin not paying taxes

from that personal windfall sale

to the Singapore government.

Haha, and Singapore government

dare talk about credibility.

Anyway,

the Shin Corp stock

have lost 40%

of its value,

or S$2.5 billion

in about 3 months.

Hmm, how credible.

I remember,

when DBS bought

Dao Heng Bank in HK,

everyone said

it was over valued

but our credible government

said it was "fairly valued".

5 years later,

these credible guys

wrote of S$1.1 billion

in Dao Heng Bank.

The credible government

semi-conductor business,

Chartered Semi-conductor

have lost over S$1.7 billion

in the last 5 years,

and over 90%

of its stock value.

Any fund manager

would have been fired,

but not Ho Ching.

These credible guys

bought 62% of Global Crossing

and lost close to S$1 billion

in the last two years.

Fuck credibility.

They say

you pay peanuts

you get monkeys.

We pay millions

and we get donkeys.

You don't even need to pay a monkey

a million dollar ministerial salary,

for the monkey to lose

billions of tax payers money.

I can bet you,

the monkey will do

a whole lot better

than your million dollar

minister too.

If this is credibility,

I'd take no credible opposition

anytime.

Just how much worse

can they get?

1255 hrs July July 4th 2006

Let's define

prostitution.

Providing of sexual services

in exchange for money

or material benefits.

Damnit,

so what then,

is the difference

between

a wife,

mistress

or prostitute?

I should

stay single for life

or turn gay

1350hrs June 28th 2006

Its funny how

well meaning friends

always advise,

"you deserve better than this".

That sounds nice

and reassuring.

A little bit

of ego massage.

But,

what if

I don't really

deserve any better

at all???

What if

this is

really as good

as it will

ever get?

What if

somehow God

has given all of us

just one chance

in our life

for marital and conjugal bliss,

and I've

already fucked it up?

1210 hrs June 27th 2006

They tell me,

If you love someone,

Set her free....

If she comes back,

she's yours.

If she doesn't,

she never was.

Ha ha ha

Who is bullshitting who?

I am a bullshitter,

I bullshit for a living.

Never never ever

try to bullshit

a bullshitter.

It is against

the psychological makeup

of women

to want to be

free.

If they find

the man

of their dreams,

they want

to tie down

and be tied down

quicker

than you can say

marriage.

The reason

why she wants

to be free,

is because

she wants

to explore

her options,

go find the man

of her dreams.

Her knight

in shining armour,

not your old rusted

and dented tin hat.

Thats why,

she doesn't

come back.

And if she does

come back,

its for all

the wrong reasons.

She could not find

her knight,

or the knight

just wanted

her for fucks sake.

So she comes back,

after having played

the whole field,

and thought aiya,

in the absence

of better alternative,

come back

to that loser la.

Guess what?

The better alternative

will INVARIABLY

come along.

Not if

but when.

And then

how?

1440 hrs June 15th 2006

I conclude

there are no ugly women

in all of Thailand.

One of the most

enduring impressions I had

was once in Bangkok

Chao Phraya River,

near this temple.

There was this lady

dressed virtually in rags.

She was selling trinkets

and other tacky souvenirs.

I was waiting for ex-wife,

who was buying grilled coconuts.

So I was absently mindedly

browsing at the trinkets

with absolutely no intention

whatsover

to purchase any.

Nonetheless,

she flashed me

this beautiful smile.

It melted my heart.

I grabbed a handful

of keychains,

and handed her

a fistful of baht.

Here in Swingabore,

I can walk into Ferragamo's

with all the intention

of spending thousands,

and I know,

I won't get

a smile

half

as beautiful.

Such is the

advanced state

of their society.

We're a real

backward society

in comparison.

Just compare

our favourite acronyms.

In Swingabore,

we have 5 Cs.

Condo, Car, Credit Card, Cash, Country Club......

In Thailand,

they have 3 Rs.

Religion, Ruler, Rice.....

How elegant.

Tells you alot

of our societies.

Like I always said.

Singaporeans are not

educated people.

We're only good

at passing exams.

2340 hrs June 14th 2006

Sigh,

you had to ask.

I didn't wanna

say it earlier.

Why socialise

over coffee?

Well, I guess

coffee stimulates

the mind,

and makes listening

to a fellow human being

remotely interesting.

Notice how you never needed coffee

when you're with dogs and cats?

Just like your date

looks much better

after the 6th beer.

By the 10th beer,

I thought I scored

Angelina Jolie

1610 hrs June 14th 2006

Wow,

already a response

to my coffee rant.

That has to be

record time.

No my dear,

I was NOT

comparing

apples with oranges.

I was in fact,

comparing

coffee with coffee!!!

1530 hrs June 14th 2006

Burke's, Starbucks, Coffee Bean, Coffee Club,

Dome, Spinelli etc etc etc

What the hell fuck

is going on?

Coffee was invented

by the Arabs

a thousand years ago.

Here in Asia,

we've been drinking coffee

hundreds of years

before

the Europeans

and Americans did.

We drink our coffee

black,

we drink our coffee

thick.

None of these American coffees

which tastes like syrup

and milk,

Decaf oh my God,

what the fuck for?

Drink something else

you homo.

OK OK

I respect your personal preference

just like I prefer my coffee

kopi O, 70 cents

at a HDB kopi tiam,

while you prefer to pay

$4 for a tall latte

at Starbucks.

Fair enough,

I prefer to taste my coffee

you prefer to taste your syrup

and whipped cream.

Just what goes into the latte

to justify it costing

6X more?

OK a coffee club

is invariably

more comfortable

than a kopi tiam.

A coffee club

is more than just

drinking coffee,

its a place

to relax

and socialise

with friends,

even impress

a date.

Hey, our fathers

and grandfathers

been doing that

at kopitiams

for years!!!

This generation

certainly did not

invent the concept

of socialising

over a coffee.

So again,

why is the price

6X more?

OK OK

I do pay $10

for a beer

at comfortable hotel lounges

when I could

have paid $3

for a beer

in a kopi tiam.

So conclusion is,

I'm paying

for rental space

in a coffee club,

for the priviledge

of drinking coffee

in a comfortable place.

But excuse me,

why the fuck

are people

taking away

their latte and cappucinos?

For that matter,

what justifies

the price difference

between a latte

and a cappucino?

More coffee?

More milk?

What the fuck

goes into

the price difference?

1240 hrs June 14th 2006

My dear,

stop badmouthing

your ex,

making him out to be

some monstrous bastard.

I hate to think,

if ever I fell for you

and it didn't quite work out

No prizes for guessing who

would the next bastard

you'd be bad mouthing.

A 3rd party

in a relationship/marriage,

is merely a SYMPTOM

never the CAUSE

of a sick

relationship/marriage.

The cause,

is most likely

the two protagonists

in your relationship

anyway.

And if,

you don't realise

the cause,

you will be powerless

to prevent

a recurrance

1240 hrs June 12th 2006

Singapore Education Minister

Tharman Shanmugaratnam

said his ministry is studying

whether to hire native speakers

to teach English in our schools.

Oh God, please NO.

Just what the hell fuck

is wrong with this country?

Everywhere in the world

where English is widely spoken

a localised accent evolves.

I love Singlish,

it has its own brand

of humour

that is lost

on anybody else

in the world,

with the possible exception

of Malaysians.

And any Singaporean

with sufficient grounding

in the English language

can easily switch

from Singlish

to properly grammared

and sentence structured

English,

at the drop

of a durian.

Do we really need

an Australian

with his assfucked awful accent

to teach our kids English?

I was once

at the Night Safari,

and lo and behold,

an Aussie broad,

was our tour guide.

Spewing her thick

Aussie accent,

who nobody understood

and sounds remarkably

like a beer laden drunk

heaving vomit.

Chinese people

are naturally gifted

with a clear voice.

Notice how CNBC and CNNs

of the world,

are using Chinese anchors

in broadcasting news.

No Aussies

for sure.

And here in Singapore,

we're going

in the other

direction.

Its bad enough

to walk along Boat Quay,

and see young local girls

whose face brighten up immediately,

when approached

by an angmor,

and trying desparately

to impress,

with a repulsive pariah accent

of part English,

part Australian,

part American.

If my kids

were to speak

this way.

I'll send them

to a village school

in rural China

1430 hrs June 9th 2006

Maybe I'm too old

and my value systems

are almost museum worthy.

But when I read about

metrosexuals and SNAGS,

Sensitive New Age Gentlemen,

I wanna puke.

True, its good for a man

to be in touch

with his emotions,

but for fuck's sakes

DON'T CRY.

I hate seeing

a grown man cry.

I hate seeing

a man complaining

and winching.

A real man

takes Life

by the horns

and give it

a good kick

in the groin.

He doesn't care

about getting

his hands

or his clothes

dirty,

he just wants

the job

to be done.

If a little cockroach

frightens you,

go for a sex change.

A man likes

to be strong,

to be a source

of strength

physical and mental

strength.

He protects

people around him,

He has backbone

and doesn't have time

to be weak.

He makes decisions

and live

with the consequences

no complains

no bitching.

He accepts responsibility

for his words

and actions.

He knows

Life is a Bitch.

He slaps her

and move on,

no winching

and moaning

about Life.

A man

does not need

to care

about sex.

He is focussed

providing

and protecting.

Trust me,

when you have

the means

to provide

and protect,

sex will come.

A real man

knows the importance

of his family.

He takes care

of them,

he doesn't go into

silly quarrels

with his brothers.

He is loyal

to his family,

and will even

lay down his life

to keep them safe.

A real man's word

is his honour.

He does not make promises

he does not intend

to keep.

He would rather die

than break

his word.

His words

and actions

are equally

powerful

and must

be honoured.

And for fuck sakes

he hates gossip.

He works hard

to make

his own money.

He spits

at luck

and decides

his own

destiny.

I won't take it

against you

if you have

your father's money,

but a real man

will multiply it

10 times.

And for fuck sakes,

look like a man.

With a belly

and breasts,

you don't look

like a man

when naked.

Lastly,

laugh out LOUD

for fuck sakes'

don't giggle

like a little girl

1240 hrs June 4th 2006

I do not like

to lead

by authority

vested upon me

by the company.

I like

to lead

by influence

because

you and me

are fighting towards

the same goal.

I like

to lead

by motivation

because

the job can be done

only when you are

empowered by

self belief.

I've always believed

that love

can be given,

but trust

and respect,

have to be

earned.

I don't want

to be

your boss.

I want

to be

your leader.

Because a boss

will say

GO!

But a leader

will say

LET'S GO!!!

I don't want

to order you

to do

what I want.

I want to

make you understand

why I need

somethings

to be done,

and I will spend time

after work

to show you

and you know

I always pay

for the beers.

Because if

I tell you,

you'd forget.

If I order you,

you'd resent.

If I show you,

you'll remember.

But if I involve you,

you'd understand.

2015 hrs May 27th 2006

These spam mails

can actually be funny

if they were not

so annoying.

Its people like you,

that I denied

the comments function

on this blog.

Yes, I am an old man

with a young beautiful girlfriend.

Eat your fucking heart out.

It's not my fault

that I'm rich

and you

and your boyfriend/husband

are fucking losers.

1210 hrs May 26th 2006

According to

Google Trends,

Singaporeans ranked

the most frequent searchers

for the word "Happiness"

and the 2nd most frequent searchers

for the word "Lonely".

It implies

Singaporeans

are lonely people

searching the internet

for happiness.

How sad.

I guess we don't need

Google Trends

to tell us

we're really

one miserable people.

Seems like all young couples

spend their entire salaries

paying for their house

and car.

When they cannot afford that

they try so hard

to impress

with trendy branded bags.

They seem to think

once they have kids,

its like a curse

and life as they know it

is over.

Always chasing

the next dollar,

another day

another dollar.

Well, materialism

is a fact of life

in a capitalist society,

but when you have

a society,

where you feel

the odds were stacked

deliberately

against you,

you feel

disenfranchised

and a certain lack

of belonging,

that the government

is out to screw you

at every roll

of the dice,

yes

Life is bleak,

very bleak

1345 hrs May 23rd 2006

So the New NKF

is sueing

TT Durai

for $12 million.

Guess the poor guy

have to downgrade

his golden taps now.

I hate to think

of number of kidney failure

patients

who have to die

because of this guy.

But

when the fuck

are you gonna stop

making a scapegoat

out of him?

Why kick a man

who is already down?

What I am more interested to know

is what is being done

to prevent a recurrence?

How do you prevent

another old NKF

when this government

promotes a culture

of non-transparency,

opaqueness

closets full

of dirty little secrets?

I want HDB

to open up their books

and show

what is the real cost

of building flats.

When by law,

this government

can acquire freehold land

and compensate the owner

with 1972 prices,

YES 1972 prices

and its law,

Singapore law.

And still have the audacity

to tell people

that their HDB flats

is "government subsidised".

Subsidised my ass.

Are we really that stupid?

Explain to me how

does HDB acquire land

at 1972 prices

and still report

losses every year

on their website.

The numbers

simply do not

add up.

Where did the money

disappear to?

1510 hrs May 20th 2006

Its okay

to be kissed

by a fool.

It is even okay

to kiss

a fool.

But never never never

be fooled

by a kiss

0235 hrs May 20th 2006

Damned, I can't stop it,

like a deluge

of memories

"This is the end,

my beautiful friend,

the end.

My only friend,

the end.

The end

of our elaborate plans.

The end

of everything that stands.

The end.

No safety or surprises

the end

I'll never look into your eyes

again"

Jim Morrison and the Doors

that guy was a genius

who simply could not fit

into this world.

Years later,

I went to Paris,

while wife shopped

at LV,

I was at the cemetry

paying tribute

to Jim

0220 hrs May 20th 2006

Damned, I'm drunk.

But to be fair,

not all the best

of rock poetry

was written 30 years ago.

"When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.

I held your hand through all of these years.

But you still have...

All of me"

Evanesence

how I wished

I married that chick

instead

0200 hrs May 20th 2006

Wah, at the age of 42,

I've joined the Ipod generation.

Thats has got to be a fucking achievement

by itself.

Although it took me all night

to figure out Itunes software.

But suddenly,

disembodied voices

and haunted lyrics

which I thought

I forgotten

came flooding back

from the first half

of my life.

"Fathers and Mothers

throughout the land

don't critisize

what you don't understand

coz your sons and your daughters

are beyond your command

your old road

is rapidly ageing

so get out of the new one

if you can't lend a hand,

coz the times

they are a changing."

Bob Dylan

I heard that verse

when I was a poxy kid

of 15 years

through a beat up Rediffusion box

and now

I have Ipod,

and those rebellious

teenage years

suddenly burned

within me.

"then take me disappearing

through the smoke rings of my mind

Down the foggy ruins of time

far past the frozen leaves

the haunted frightened trees

out to the windy beach

far from the twisted reach

of crazy sorrow

Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky

with one hand waving free

silhouetted by the sea

cricled by the circus sands

with all memory and fate

driven deep beneath the waves

let me forget about today

until tomorrow"

Bob Dylan

I was 16,

and moved out

of the house,

I just wanted to run away,

told Mum I had to get away

from this crazy family,

so I can do

my "O" levels.

St Pat's 1980

what a way to screw up

a teenage mind.

"The screen door slams

Mary dress waves

like a vision she dances across the porch

as the radio plays

Roy Orbison sings for the lonely,

Hey baby, thats me

and I want you only.

Don't turn me away

coz I can't face myself

along again"

Bruce Springsteen

17 years old and my first love

in CJC.

"Freedom is another word

when you have nothing left

to lose.

Nothing is worth nothing

but its free"

Janis Joplin

18 and going to the army

feeling the world

was not meant for me

and society

simply didn't intend

to have me in it.

"Scarecrows dressed in latest styles

with frozen smiles

to chase love away"

Randy Newman

I thought I lived

amonst zombies

I still do, 20 years later.

"coz I'd rather stay here

with all the madmen

then perish with the sadmen

roaming free.

And I rather play here

with all the madmen

for I'm quite content

they're all as sane

as me"

David Bowie

Perhaps I was schizo already

20 years ago.

1100 hrs May 18th 2006

I don't know

what is the big deal

about Da Vinci Code.

In the first place,

I hate Tom Hanks.

Just because he looks like such

a typical bland American

man on the street loser,

he is so celebrated.

They should rename his movies

Tom Hanks on an island

Tom Hanks in 50s America

Tom Hanks in Space

Tom Hanks in an airport.

The movie have not even debut

in Swingabore,

but I already know,

its gonna be a bore.

Why the hell fuck

should anybody give a damn

about Da Vinci Code anyway?

If I was famous,

and wrote a series of binary numbers

00101011100101010010101010101111000

after I died, someone will probably

say that it was a secret code

and I fucked his grandmother

and had a kid.

Why bother about things

that for all intents

and purposes

will be impossible

to prove?

And why should there

be any proof

anyway?

Religion

is all about faith.

If you need proof

to believe

or disbelieve,

you're barking up

the wrong tree,

forget Christianity.

You can even prove

that Jesus raped

his mother,

and millions of Christians

will still gladly

make their pastors rich.

Although if I can prove

that Jesus Christ

was a black Indian guy,

80% of charismatic christians

in Swingabore,

will turn buddhist,

such is this white worshipping

country.

A completely pointless exercise

and a waste

of fucking time.

And the author Dan Brown

was smart,

he wrote about Jesus Christ.

If he wrote about

Prophet Muhammad,

there will be blood

on the streets

again.

1610 hrs May 17th 2006

They always said,

breaking up

is hard to do.

I dunno,

I've been through it

so many times,

its easier

than easy.

For a start,

have a clean break.

A happy closure,

celebrate

a new life.

No phonecalls

No emails

No SMS

You can care

or even have platonic love

for your ex

but from a distance

please.

Give him/her,

give yourself

a chance

to recover.

I used to think

that being friends

with your ex

is a great idea.

Afterall, who knows you better

than someone who shared

the same bed with you

for years?

I still think so,

but there needs

to be,

a long period

of absolutely

no contact.

Personally,

I reckon

about 2-3 years.

I do emphatise

that letting go

of those shared history

those joys and tears

and assigning it to

no more than

useless memories

can be quite

difficult

to let go totally.

But trust me,

being friends

with someone

whom you just broken off

is difficult,

maybe impossible even.

When relationships go

from romantic

to platonic,

expectations

of each other

takes time

to change.

Feelings get hurt

egos get bruised

People move on,

but rarely

at the same pace.

There is a tendency

to compare

to compete even.

The guy I'm seeing

is richer than you,

the girl I'm seeing

has bigger tits etc etc etc

Don't get me wrong,

I don't believe in

being bitter

towards your ex.

On the contrary,

I believe

one should love

the ex,

but in a different way.

Years from now,

we can be best friends,

but certainly

not now.

All of the above applies

but with one exception,

when kids

are involved.

Because when kids

are involved,

everything you guys do

have to take their interests

first before yours.

They are above

all your priorities,

they are above

all your feelings,

all your ego.

0955 hrs May 16th 2006

Hey guys,

no I'm not going through

a bad patch

with Ms X

when I wrote

yesterday's blog entry.

I was merely amusing myself

reading other blogs,

about this poor guy

who got savagely beatened up

by a bunch of ex girlfriends

calling him a compulsive liar

and insulting his body

and hairy back.

I was merely distilling

the experiences

of a young lady

in her 20s

coming out

of a bad relationship.

Inconsequential I know,

but I was merely

amusing myself

1645 hrs May 15th 2006

Never say I love you

If you don't really care.

Never talk of feelings

If they aren't really there.

Never say forever

If you are eyeing the door

Never say I'm THE ONE

If you dream of more.

Never look into my eyes

If you are telling me a lie

Never say hello

If you plan to say goodbye

Never lock up my heart

If you won't keep the key

Never hold my heart

If you want to be free

1320 hrs May 12th 2006

Ms X came home early

this morning,

before I went to work.

Told me how

for the first time

in her flying job,

she experienced

an air pocket,

the plane plunged

so sudden,

with such a force,

that passengers (not wearing seat belts)

and cabin crew,

flew up

and hit the ceiling

of the plane,

resulting

in dislocated arms,

bleeding cuts.

A quarter of the crew

needed medical attention.

Thank God

she escaped injury,

because she was

in the toilet.

But she saw

the mayhem thereafter,

the galley was strewed

with broken cups and plates

all over.

One stewardess

was so traumatised,

she could not move

and sat there crying

uncontrollably,

they suspected

she may have even

injured her spine.

Ive always hated flying

I've flown all over the world

but I still hate flying.

Everytime the plane takes off,

or lands,

or flies through turbulence,

I would grit my teeth,

and expect the worse.

I can't think

of a more violent death

than dying

in an air crash.

Because when the plane

is in trouble,

it is evident

to everyone

on board,

and you will go through

a few seconds

or minutes even

of pure abject panic

and fear.

I know

air travel

is inevitable

and practical.

We can no longer

go back

to the days

of transversing

the globe

on a slow boat.

But why bother,

with in flight entertainment

and on board meals?

I would prefer

to be served

a strong sleeping pill

that would knock me out

for the duration

of the flight,

like general anaesthesia

during surgery,

just administer

enough for the duration

of the operation.

If my plane

were to crash,

I don't want to know

about it,

let alone go through

agonising seconds

of sheer terror

awaiting certain death.

I'd rather sleep through

an air crash

not knowing any better.

If the plane did not crash,

and I arrived safely

at my destination airport,

what would be better

than to be awoken

by a gentle stewardess

all dolled up

in sarong kebaya?

I would pay double,

no, make it triple,

for that kind of flight.

1240 hrs May 12th 2006

I don't know

what the hell fuck

am I doing

with my life.

Mum just asked,

when are you gonna

see Dad?

I'm too busy this week Mum.

That was what I said

last week too.

I work 7 days a week,

to what purpose?

A penthouse, a sportscar, a boat, a beautiful girlfriend.

Why do I need all that?

If beautiful girlfriend

can find a homeless begging monk

more attractive,

you can bet,

I'll be the first

to be a homeless begging monk.

But you know

it doesn't quite work

that way.

Since the time

of the neanderthals,

if a caveman

would be critically injured

in a hunting expedition,

Mrs Cavewoman ain't gonna hang around

with Mr Invalid Caveman.

I actually envy the neanderthals.

Be a caveman,

go hunting for meat

all day.

Come home,

sit by the fire,

just toss a piece of meat

in the general direction

of the woman

is all it takes.

PAP loved to parrot

from Third World into First World.

I'm not so sure

if that is a good thing.

I would imagine,

if Dad is living

in a kampung,

his life would

be a whole lot more

bearable.

Old age might

even be fun.

His farmer son

would have time for him,

his daugher

would dote on him,

his grand children

would be giggling

at his feet,

like the way

I used to sit

by the feet

of my Grandpa,

not understanding

a single word

he said,

his teochew accent

was way out of my league,

but just happy

to be near

grandpa.

Now Dad lives,

in his HDB.

No one at home,

other than Mum

and endless supply

of TCS soap operas.

Is that progress?

Frankly,

if I reach 80,

I would retire

to the Himalayan Mountains,

where opium

is readily available,

and die

of opiate overdose

and a happy drug induced

death

1140 hrs May 11 th 2006

Indonesia is not so much fun

these days,

since they crackdown

on drug taking

in discos.

I used to love

the rave parties there.

You start partying on

Friday night,

and don't leave

till Monday morning.

Now,

under pressure from

the US government

to crackdown

on drugs,

the police

are having a field day

raiding discos

and subjecting everyone

to spot tests.

The rich,

will pay their way out.

The poor,

will go to jail.

Going to jail,

in Indonesia

is like a

death sentence.

You either die

of malaria

or HIV

from prison rape.

Why should drug takers

be criminalised???

Criminals victimise others

Drug takers victimise themselves.

And drug taking is abusive

only if taken

in excess.

So is over eating

or over drinking

or over smoking.

The occasional joint

with beers

or estacsy pill

in a rave party,

is not going to

hurt anyone

or yourself.

The world

should liberalise

drug laws.

Allow marijuana

at home,

or in selected

public places.

Allow rave parties,

but advise against

over dose.

Give people the choice

and help them,

if they need help.

Just like alcoholics

or nicotine addicts

or overweight

need help.

0200 hrs May 7th 2006

So,

another election over,

another resounding victory,

for the PAP.

66.6% majority.

Hey, isn't that the symbol

of the Devil?

I dunno,

maybe I'm really stupid.

But from the number of people

I actually talk to,

especially taxi drivers,

from the number

of anti-government websites,

I've come across.

I can't help but wonder

where the hell fuck,

did that 66.6% majority

come from?

2340 hrs May 5th 2006

So they sentenced

Zacarias Moussaoui

to life imprisonment

instead of

death penalty.

In a way,

I'm glad.

No point killing

this guy.

You're just playing

into his hands.

He wants to die!!!

Nothing pleases him more

than to die

a martyr's death

in the name

of Jihad,

where heaven awaits him

with the promised

endless supply

of young nubile virgins.

But I would have

gone a step further.

I would mock

a trial for him,

and pretend to

sentence him

to death,

watch that smirk

on his face,

when the mock death penalty

is announced.

Then I would inject him

with a strong

sleeping medication,

but tell him,

its a fatal poison,

watch the grin

on his face,

as he eagerly

awaits death

and heaven.

Then ship his sleeping body,

over to a deserted island,

uninhabited

but with thousands

and thousands

of pigs.

He will wake up,

in the midst of pigs

on his island paradise.

Where he will eat

with pigs,

shit

with pigs,

fuck

with pigs,

all this while

thinking

he is in heaven

and endless supply

of virgins.

A hidden camera

would show me

the anguish

on his face,

where his lifelong

beliefs

of killing people

in the name of Jihad

gave him

eternity and paradise

with virgin pigs.

1250 hrs May 4th 2006

Lee Kuan Yew said

Low Thia Kiang

is more street smart

than Chiam See Tong.

If steet smartness

is a measure

of a politician,

then judging by

PM Lee Hsien Loong's remark,

he is the equivalent

of a

domestic kitten

1240 hrs May 4th 2006

And yes,

regarding the quote by

PM Lee Hsien Loong

on my previous entry,

it is also an

open admission,

that his priority

is to "fix the opposition"

therefore

top priority is

remaining in power.

The right policy for

Singapore

comes second

if at all.

Confirms something

we already know.

The Lee family

is only concerned

about remaining in power,

to hell with Swingabore.

1205 hrs May 4th 2006

This election is actually

getting interesting.

Another quote,

"Suppose you have 10, 15, 20

opposition members in Parliament,

Instead of spending my time

thinking what is the right policy

for Singapore,

I'm going to spend my time thinking

what's the right way to fix them,

to buy my supporters votes"

PM Lee Hsien Loong 3rd May 2006

Finally an open admission

on PAP's vote buying.

Progress package,

New Singapore shares,

Economic Restructuring shares,

HDB upgrading etc etc.

Its like vote buying

in Thailand,

where Thai politicians

give bottles of fish sauce

, alarm clocks and wrist watches

to get votes.

Only difference is

the Thai politicians

bought votes

with party funds.

PAP politicians buys votes

with tax payers money

1155 hrs May 4th 2006

I just came across an interesting quotation.

"If you don't include your women graduates

in your breeding pool,

and leave them on the shelf,

you would end up

a more stupid society"

PM Lee Kuan Yew 1983

Seems to me,

that in the 20th century

there are two political leaders

that tried to engineer

the genetics

of their country.

One is Lee Kuan Yew

the other is

Adolf Hitler

1545 hrs May 3rd 2006

Oh yes,

PM Lee said

Singapore is on the bounce.

The whole world been on the bounce

since 2003!!!

Er, any talk about

reinstating

those CPF cuts then?

1135 hrs May 3rd 2006

Another election

another defamation suit.

I read the SDP newsletter.

Nothing new.

It merely stated that this country's

culture of secrecy, non-transparency

and lack of media freedom

allows fraud like NKF to happen.

Just where the fuck

is the defamation?

Chee Soon Juan is not the first

to critisize this government

and certainly not the last.

George Soros said it before,

Amnesty International said it before,

Reporters Without Borders said it before,

Lawyers Right Watch said it before,

and so has

many others.

What is so defaming about that?

Last election Chee Soon Juan

was made bankrupt

when he asked Goh Chok Tong

what happened to the USD10 billion lent

out to Indonesia.

What is so wrong

with a Singaporean asking

what happened

to our money?

It is tax payers money

afterall.

It took Goh Chok Tong

one whole day

to reply in the press

that parliament decided against

lending Indonesia.

Such a simple answer,

why was it so difficult

to reply to Chee Soon Juan?

When you take so long,

to give such a simple answer

you lose credibility too.

And again,

where the hell,

was the defamation?

It is rightfully

a matter of concern

for Singaporeans

and their own money

Speaking of defamation,

what the hell is so wrong

with defamation?

Defamation should be

an integral part

of political debate!!!

Ok, politicians

get out of line.

Give them a warning

and a small fine

and let the people decide

on their integrity!!!

Do you have to cripple

a politican

when he says something

out of line?

By doing so,

you cripple

political debate!!!

And hence,

you cripple

any form

of political dissent!!!

Now you have the PAP

calling James Gomez

dishonest and a liar.

Lee Kuan Yew said

sue us.

What can James Gomez do?

Sue the government

and in doing so,

show that the PAP

was lying?

Right, I see another

defamation suit,

and another

bankrupt.

Guess what,

I have no fucking interest.

A country deserves

the government they get.

You guys can defame yourselves

to hell,

I'm getting the hell fuck

out of this city

of losers.