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.