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.

1400 hrs April 28th 2006

OK, so you asked

what have I done

to stop or prevent

child prostitution.

I have started a company

in Batam,

poured in my entire

life savings

to finance the company

for over a year already.

For the better part

of the first year,

the company was bleeding

and I supported

the entire company

with my hard earned money.

I kept my staff employed

kept them off the streets.

I rented a huge bungalow

which is my corporate headquarters

my warehouse

and my staff quarters.

My company provides

3 meals a day

for my employees

and lodging too

for some.

I have a company van

that sends them out

to do sales.

When that is not possible

I pay,

for their transport.

My staff,

who are mostly

uneducated,

are paid better

than fresh graduates

in Jakarta.

I pay

for them to come

to Singapore

for training,

mostly their first time

out of the country.

Their kids come to the house

and be babysat

when their parents

work for me,

including single mothers

and former prostitutes.

My general manager

provides english lessons

to the staff

and their children

in the evenings.

Sure, my primary motivation

is profits,

but a company

can afford to have

a social conscience

only when it is making money.

When it was not,

I was the one

carrying 27 employees.

I don't like the idea

of giving handouts.

Look at NKF

in Swingabore,

let alone

Indonesia.

So what have I done

to stop prostitution?

Quite a lot,

although I admit,

I still keep feeling,

I can do more.

1200 hrs April 28th 2006

So Nomination Day came and went.

37 seats uncontested

which means 44% to the ruling party

by default.

Does anybody actually doubt

that they're gonna win?

And we hear the usual thing

Opposition have no calibre.

Singaporeans tell me the same thing

every 4 years.

They're upset with the government

but what choice do they have?

Because opposition have no calibre.

Just because LKY said so,

we all take it as gospel truth.

I can't decide if Singaporeans

simply lack

the ability to think

for themselves

without parroting

LKY.

If you're upset with the government,

so what if the opposition have no calibre?

Who gives a fuck?

If you're upset with the government,

vote a fucking clown in!!!

Send the message across,

that you prefer

to vote a clown

than a president's scholar.

Show them that

if they want to remain

as ruling party,

they better start

taking the feelings

and welfare

of the people

into consideration

when they make

their policies.

And besides,

if you really want calibre opposition,

vote a clown in.

In 4 years time,

you will find calibre people,

who will think,

if a clown and do it,

so can I.

And don't buy the story

that Singapore will collapse

overnight.

The private sector

have always outperformed

government linked companies

in any industry.

That is not going to change

with a clown

in parliament.

1110 hrs April 27th 2006

Read the transcript

of another stupid sermon.

First World Congress against

Commercial Sexual Exploitation of Children

in Cambodia,

by some Swedish broad.

Fuck you bitch.

Don't you think the Cambodian parents

love their children too?

Its a painful decision

the parents have to make!!!

Sacrifice one daughter,

so the rest of the family

can live!!!

If you really want to stop

child prostitution in Cambodia,

why don't you ask your Swedish government,

to let these families migrate

to your beautiful and rich country?

Share some of your wealth

share some of your wonderful life???

I am not for child prostitution either.

But I would hesitate

to take the higher moral ground

like that Swedish hippocritical bitch.

When you're born

into a country

that is poor and corrupt

with no immediate means

of controlling your future,

prostitution

is mostly an unfortunate

and necessary evil.

1405 hrs April 25th 2006

Damnit you guys.

I tried so hard

to refrain

commenting on politics.

Afterall political web blogging

during election time

is banned.

I ain't gonna push my luck

with these guys.

Yes, I do live in fear

and oppression.

Suddenly, I read in the papers

everyone talking

about First World.

Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew

said our opposition candidates

are not First World Opposition.

Workers Party Low Thia Khiang

replied that the PAP

is not a First World government.

LKY rebutted that if the PAP

was not a First World government,

the Would Bank and other international bodies

would not have regarded the country

as First World.

Why the hell fuck

are we talking about First World?

Isn't anybody interested,

in issues like rising costs

in Singapore,

housing, unemployment,

education and healthcare,

our economic prospect

in the region

and in the future?

First World my ass

1430 hrs April 20th 2006

This is NOT

a political blog entry.

But a comment

on LKY's Q&A session

with young people

on national TV,

I was in hospital then

immobilised and

connected to tubes.

A young male journalist

commented that when he helped conduct

a poll

for Strait Times,

he concluded that

there is a climate

of political fear,

amongst the 100 people interviewed.

Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew

demanded that the journalist

provide him with the names

of people

who polled that

they fear the PAP.

Minister Mentor Sir,

I am no cross examiner

like you.

I am not even

a journalist.

But if on national TV

you can demand

pollsters be named,

even if I do not live

in fear,

I am afraid,

very afraid.

There is a clearly

a danger

of being named

since you can demand

for names

as you see fit

on national TV.

Your very action

of demanding names

did indeed

strike fear.

Real fear,

in me.

Again, for some reading,

this is not

a political comment

in election times,

but a very real

and fearful reaction

to what I saw

on national TV.

1245 hrs April 8th 2006

I thought I saw

my ex classmate today.

I remembered him

very clearly in school.

I used to think,

boy, this guy is really dumb.

He is just not good

at any subject

in school.

He could not play

any sport either.

A total loner,

nobody likes you

when what you're good at

amounts to shit,

and your parents

are not even rich.

Rich kids

have this confidence

in themselves.

I guess it comes

when there is nothing

you really want

that your parents can't

buy for you.

It comes when

as a growing child

you can buy food

at the tuckshop

till your hearts content

without having to worry

about not having enough

bus fare

to go home.

It comes when

you have all the tutors

to help you

at your school work.

It comes when

you are afforded

tennis and squash rackets

while the rest of the poor boys

kick a football around.

So I saw him,

sitting alone

staring at his Tiger beer,

and his half eaten

chicken rice.

All alone,

no wife to cook for him,

no kids to come home to.

His tanned face

wore a look of

quiet resignation

with life.

He is probably

a bus or truck

driver.

I hear of the indomitable

human spirit

who overcame enormous odds

to excel

in life.

In him,

I see

another loser.

We always admire

all the winners

in life,

but we are completely

surrounded

by losers.

For every winner,

there's got to be at least

a hundred losers.

I know,

my Dad was

a bus driver himself.

Damnit,

I should have at least

bought that guy

a beer.

I bought drinks

for women

who deserve

a whole lot less.

1430 hrs March 28th 2006

Nope,

I stand by what I said

yesterday.

Thanks for the emails,

I do read them with interest,

I always like an alternative

point of view.

But

Wives who dominate husbands

do so,

because the balance of power

is slanted

in their favour.

It maybe

sexual attraction

you're probably good looking

or he is blind,

social reasons

which may include

family and children,

economic reasons

especially in Singapore

where two incomes are needed

to pay for the house

and children,

or emotional,

where he has this yearning need

to be loved

and accepted.

But women generally,

do not like

the dominant position.

They aspire

for their men,

to be in

the position

of power.

So they divorce,

and seek out

the prince

of their lives.

Well,

this prince,

usually has the power

to dominate,

and its mostly

for economic reasons.

Or he is,

a well sought after

good looking stud

making women wet their pants

just looking at them.

But the bad news is,

a man

who wields

that sort of power,

invariably

have plenty

of choices.

And they're always there

like butterflies

fluttering

over a sweet smelling flower.

These days

the butterflies

are imported

from PRC.

It is tragic,

but the truth is,

even if all else remain equal,

the level of appreciation

from these girls

are almost always

a quantum leap

higher.

What a difference

that makes

to a man.

2035 hra March 27th 2006

Why have I failed

in my numberous relationships

with women?

Its the balance of power

that I failed to

understand.

People possess power

over others,

when they either

have the resources

that others want,

or they possess the means

to have the resources

that others want.

I have never witnessed

a purely egalitarian

power sharing

type of relationship

between a man

and a woman.

It is always

a personal exploitation

of resources

and wants.

A husband who cares less

always have the power

to exploit

the wife who cares more.

A wife who have less interest

always have the power

to exploit the husband

who have more interest.

People's needs and wants

are many.

Be it social,

be it economic,

be it emotional,

be it sexual.

And in this day and age,

where alternatives

are plentiful

and divorces easy

to obtain,

there is really no difference,

between leaving the spouse

for a 3rd party,

or leaving the spouse

with the INTENTION

of finding a 3rd party,

the power of obtaining

alternatives.

Some women

like to dominate,

some get bored

dominating

and want to be

dominated.

It does not change the fact

that the balance of power,

was not addressed.

The power

to commit,

or to withhold

a commitment.

Like everything else

in this capitalist world,

its all about

the power of demand

and supply

2200hrs March 27th 2006

Today is Mum's 70th birthday.

She was so happy,

just to see me

and her grand children.

Dad would not eat,

just happy to see us eat.

That's gramps for you.

They're just know how to

give, give and give,

expecting nothing

in return.

Just happy

to see us.

Mum,

I'm your only son.

You are proud of me

no less.

Damnit Mum,

I screwed up.

You knew that

I could have done

a whole lot better,

but I didn't.

You once thought,

I'd be a politician.

I didn't.

You once thought,

I'd be a famous writer,

I didn't.

You once thought,

I'd be a great Dad,

I didn't.

I've let you down

for 42 years

and counting.

A middle aged loser,

and still wondering

why.

0155 hrs March 19th 2006

Oh, if I made add

on my favoured

warm and fuzzy relationship,

of low passion, high intimacy

and strong commitments.

Prophet Mohammad once wrote

in the Koran,

"A couple in a marriage,

is like the two main pillars

of the great temple.

They are slightly apart

but holding the great roof

of the temple

together"

That is so profoundly beautiful.

Because when two pillars

are too far apart,

the roof will collapse.

Conversely,

when two pillars

are too close together

the roof will collapse too.

Thus, I see a healthy marriage

as one where

two people actually develop

their individuality

and personalities

slightly apart

but working together

to hold the great roof

of their marriage,

but always

slightly apart.

I don't want a woman

to cling to everything

I say or do.

I like a woman

who motivates me

to be a better man

develops my mind

and my soul

without being

overbearing.

And likewise,

I'd give her all the moral support

I can give

to make her

a more complete woman,

I want to extract

the best from her,

so she live to her

maximum potential

and be complete.

0120 hrs March 19th 2006

OK ok

I've been harsh

when I wrote of Dad,

calling love

a cheap fuck.

But that does not

in anyway

disqualifies me

from speaking

of love.

Believe me,

I thought alot about

this subject matter,

probably thought

a bit too much,

probably more

than other

subject matters.

For a start,

I believe

the are 3 essential

building blocks

of this thing

we call LOVE.

I call them,

(1) Intimacy

(2) Passion

(3) Commitment

In Intimacy,

I mean this nice

and warm feeling,

of liking a person's

companionship.

Where you can speak freely,

with understanding,

communication

and support.

Passion however,

is a more intense

form of longing,

characerised by

desire and longing,

usually manifested

by physical arousal.

Commitment is a devotion

to dedicate oneself

to his or her

partner,

seeking mutual happiness.

Now that we've drawn

the building blocks

of love,

lets examine how

they inter relate.

In a normal romantic love,

passion and intimacy

usually occur together.

Thereafter, the couple

decide to commit

to a future together

and we have all the hallmarks

of romantic love.

As opposed to infatuations,

where passion is strong,

but intimacy may be absent.

Or even if intimacy is present,

commitment is clearly not.

And when a woman says

she likes you,

but do not love you,

she meant, that the intimacy

is probably there.

She likes your company,

but feels no passion

and certainly no plans

for commitment.

Passion is a dangerous thing.

For some couples,

passion lasts a few months

some a few years,

a tiny minority,

a lifetime.

For most couples,

the passion wanes

after a while.

But they still enjoy

the companionship,

chatting together,

having dinners together.

And more importantly,

still dedicated

to their commitment.

I think of this

no passion, good intimacy, strong commitment

as a healthy and mature

relationship.

In this day and age,

many couples make the mistake,

of deciding that love is dead,

where the passion is gone.

No my dear,

love is not dead,

your marriage is not sick,

it merely went into

a more stable and sustainable phase.

You may not be screwing

at the backseat

of the car,

but you enjoy dinner

with your husband

after work

nonetheless.

But if BOTH passion

and intimacy is gone,

and only commitment is left.

Where you rather die,

than to make love to him.

Where you feel like poking

his eyes out

with your chopsticks

over dinner,

but feel stuck in the marriage

because of the children

or worse, a HDB flat,

thats where I call

a loveless marriage.

And of course,

there's the stupid married

for all the wrong reasons,

that is, no intimacy,

great passion,

and commitment.

Those who marry someone

whom they have nothing in common

to talk about,

other than great sex

and deciding that their commitment

is based on that.

A very lucky few,

have high passion, intimacy

and commitments

for a lifetime.

That's what movies are made of,

its a one in a million chance

that I won't bet for myself.

The better bet,

is the mature one

of little passion, but great intimacy

and strong commitment.

People do drift apart

and that's a fact.

Human relationships

are such

in nature.

We all had primary school friends

whom we thought

we would be friends

forever.

But people drift apart,

and it does not even

take a fight

to do so.

Our grand parents

know best.

In those days,

where people marry first

and fall in love

after that.

People get match made

and find reasons

to love

after the 6th kid

was born.

Our grand parents

know all about love.

They don't marry

because they were in love.

They marry

and found love

after years

of successful marriage.

We modern western educated fuckers

got it all wrong.

And don't email me,

feeling sorry

that I never experienced love.

I feel very fortunate,

to have experienced love

on 3 separate occasions.

Love and its failings

became such a preoccupation

of numerous analysis paralysis,

I'd do it again

and again.

Its quite fun

afterall

1100 hrs March 17th 2006

So I heard

another one is getting separated.

Married but separated.

Among all the laws

this world have to offer,

married but separated

have to rank

as the stupidest

of them all.

Married but separated,

just what the hell fuck

is that?

Legally married

but no moral obligations

to each other.

Socially married

but free to fuck

every single man

in Swingabore.

So why the hell fuck

stay married for???

Do yourself a favmour

do your husband a favour

get an instant divorce.

As a man,

if I were in that stage (again)

I'd pay my way out

of a fucked up marriage.

When the decision

has been made,

just go get a divorce.

When a woman stops loving,

she is the most

unsentimental creature

on the planet.

She feels for you,

like the way

a chicken feels

for bird flu.

If during this separation,

she decides to come back.

Invariably,

its for all

the wrong reasons.

Either money,

or lack of better alternatives.

Would you settle for that?

I'd rather marry

my longkang cat

0245 hrs March 12th 2006

I saw my Dad

cry today,

when I told him,

Mum had a heart attack.

I wonder

if he loves her.

He probably doesn't.

Love is to cheap

to describe

those tears.

Love is fuck hormone

to get laid.

Love is for us

stupid people

of the Pop Rock Generation.

For Mum and Dad

they're above and beyond

love.

Its about devotion,

Its about dedication,

its about commitment

to vows made 48 years ago.

At a time when,

a man's word

is his honour,

and only with honour,

is Life worth living.

No Dad does not love Mum,

he is beyond

that cheap fuck

we call love.

When I saw my Dad cry today,

I saw the bitter tears

of defeat.

I saw a man

who with every ounce

of his human energy,

engaged a battle

against a monster

1000 times bigger than him,

and lost.

That monster

we call Life.

I recall,

as a 4 year old,

I would wait up for him,

as he comes home

on his bike,

after the midnight shift

of his SECOND job,

and he will greet me

with a 10 cent coin

that I will insert gleefully

in my piggybank.

He wore a younger man's clothes

his arms broad

with strapping muscles

as he lifts me up

with all the hopes

of a future.

But this monster called Life,

have a way

of beating up a man,

a swift uppercut

to the temples

of the head,

a brutal hook

to the jaw,

and worse,

a violent kick

up the groin.

I saw my Dad cry,

a defeated man,

whose nemesis of Life,

showed no mercy,

raining down yet

another blow,

when he is already down

his legs now

lifeless.

Another cruel punch

from this wonderful thing,

we call

the Gift

of Life.

1235 hrs February 21st 2006

Another drug addict

plunges to his death

from a tall building

Just because he was stoned

he thought he could fly.

I can't understand these guys.

If you think you could fly

like a bird,

test it first,

by taking off

from the ground!!!

Ducks take off

from the ground

and fly.

Do you ever see ducks

lining up

to take an escalator

so he can fly

off a tall building?

1720 hrs February 14th 2006

I want to spend

Valentine's

with someone

who believes me

when I say

giving blowjobs

is good for health,

wards off many diseases,

prolongs life,

will prevent cancer,

and getting anal sex

is good for complexion,

improves circulation

and gives a pinkish radiant glow

all over,

notwithstanding,

reduces weight too

1205 hrs February 13th 2006

OK Guys,

don't send me anymore emails

about how the Danes

should have had

some religious sensibilities.

And its not that

I do not want to engage you

in debate.

I simply have a policy

of not replying

to this blog emails.

Its me protecting

my privacy

and the privacy

of those I write about.

Many of them,

do not even know

this blog exists,

and yet hundreds of strangers

read about them daily.

Its just not fair,

see what I mean?

OK, you want me to say

something nasty

about the Danes?

OK, I'd give it a shot.

How about this,

Gee, I didn't know the Danes

could draw cartoons!

1845 hrs February 9th 2006

OK Guys,

I give up.

I fucking fucking

give up.

I like to simplify

my life.

From what I can gather,

life is like this.

I have to do

what you want

me to do.

I have to say

what you want

me to say.

I have to think

what you want

me to think.

Or prepare

for Jihad.

You find it offensive,

that Mohammad is portrayed

as a terrorist,

and you defend

His name

with terrorist threats.

OK I give up.

Let's all turn Muslim

and live

in peace.

That should teach

those bacon exporting Danes

a big lesson

1140 hrs February 8th 2006

Guess I must have

my say

regarding the Danish cartoon

depicting Prophet Muhammad

as a terrorist.

Go ahead,

boycott Danish products.

Although I would really wonder

if they would boycott

insulin,

seeing that the Danes

produce 80% of world supply.

Go ahead,

recall your ambassadors

from Copenhagen,

as a form of protest.

But

asking the UN

to make religious insults

illegal?

Circulating anti-Danish cartoons

to incite racial hatred?

Threatening to kill

any Dane?

Attacking EU offices

and Danish embassies

around the world?

Come on guys,

I am sure

your newspapers

publish anti-american

or anti-semitic cartoons.

Nobody in this world

absolutely nobody

deserves a divine right

not to get offended.

The Danish newspaper

is not even government owned,

how can it represent

all of Denmark?

Nobody can force you

to buy or read

the Danish newspaper.

If you're upset,

be upset with

the newspaper,

not the country,

nor its people,

or the rest

of the non-Muslim world

for that matter.

Lastly,

for fucks sake,

its a fucking cartoon.

Just a cartoon.

No seriously,

in case

its not clear,

I repeat.

For fucks sake,

its just

a fucking cartoon

1050 hrs February 2nd 2006

Just why

the hell fuck

should I marry you?

I would gladly

look after a woman

in her middle age

and old age,

when she decided

to spend

her youth

with me.

In your youth,

you may spend it

with me,

but you never

stopped looking

for another man.

Never stopped

wanting out.

Now as you approach

middle age,

and shelf life

almost completely

out

in Indonesia,

you suddenly

want me

to marry you?

Perhaps.

I won't rule it out

completely.

If you start

treating me

like you

really

treasure me

like a

precious gem,

Yes I would

marry you.

But,

you can't

even begin

to behave

like a woman,

let alone

treat me

with

any kind

of human

respect.

So why the hell fuck

should I marry you?

1710 hrs January 10th 2005

A recently divorced friend

told me that

she is enjoying

her new freedom.

I wonder why.

I don't like freedom,

I like commitment.

Ms X is flying now

to San Francisco.

I hate being alone.

As I walk around the mall,

on a particularly lovely day,

slightly cold

and lightly drizzling,

life seems so vibrant.

Shops are heaving

with people,

restaurants and coffee shops

are full of live.

But yet

I feel utterly alone.

Its a cool lovely afternoon,

I wish I am curled up

in bed,

with Ms X.

Instead, all I have

is this oppressive

and distressing feeling

of loneliness.

On days like this,

I will stumble into

my favourite bar,

hoping to see

someone I know,

its better

than drinking alone.

I am reasonably rich,

there is nothing I really want

that I cannot afford.

But even pampering myself

in an luxurious spa

with gentle

and attentive masseurs

does not seem

particularly relaxing

or enjoyable.

Hundreds of people

read this blog

everyday,

just to see

what I have to say,

I am surrounded by

friends and family,

who always sought

my point of view.

But yet I feel

wretched and useless.

Almost as if

my existence

itself is awkward

and unnatural.

I ate at my favourite stall

and yet it tasted bland,

somehow having someone

to share a meal with

is part of the

eating experience.

Actually, in truth,

I do not particularly enjoy

the company of people,

but yet,

it is better than

being alone

and miserable

in a dull

and insipid life.

1220 hrs December 22nd 2005

And so this is

yet another

Christmas.

Another year over

another year older.

As I rue

about how

I am going

to spend Christmas Eve

all by myself

over a bottle

of wine

alone.

Maybe the problem

is me.

Maybe

I expect

too much

and invariably

get dissappointed.

Maybe

its because

I wanted you

to be

like me.

Maybe

its because

I would never

do the things

you do

to someone

I love.

Maybe

its because

I would never

say the things

you say

to someone

I love.

Maybe I am

just like Pygmalion

in the Greek legend.

Pygmalion found

women

way too

imperfect,

he decided

to create

his perfect woman.

He took a marble slab

and laboured on it

for months.

Carving here,

smoothing there,

rounding here,

chipping there.

Working till

he created

his perfect

feminine form

embodying grace

and virtue.

The statue he created

was exquisite.

So perfect indeed,

that Pygmalion

fell in passionate love

with his creation.

He would be seen

kissing the statue,

talking to the statue,

fingering its

marble hands.

But in spite

of his work's perfection,

Pygmalion was

desparately unhappy.

For the lifeless statue

could not respond

to his desires,

the cold stone

could not return

the warmth

of his love.

He has set out

to create

his perfect woman

but only succeeded

in creating

his own frustration

and despair.

Maybe I'm like

Pygmalion.

Maybe I tried

too hard

to mould you

into my idea

of a perfect woman,

and only succeeded

to be frustrated

and bitter.

Maybe if you actually

became more

like what

I wanted

of you,

it would rob you

of your life's spirit,

your distinctiveness.

Maybe I should just

accept you

for what you are.

Maybe I should just

accept that

you're just a

very abusive person.

Physically abusive

Emotionally abusive

Spiritually abusive

Intellectually abusive.

Maybe I should just

accept all that

like a man.

Maybe I should

accept that

you will never

be wholly mine,

and I have to share

you with other guys.

Maybe my fucking problem

is I think too much

2350 hrs December 16th 2005

No,

its not true

that I have

an attitude problem.

Its you.

You have a fucking

perception problem

1950 hrs December 16th 2005

For the record,

now

You are to me,

what

Avian flu virus

is to chickens

1235 hrs December 16th 2005

I've given up

arguing with you.

Arguing with you,

is like running

in the Special Olympics.

Even if I win

the race,

I will still feel

fucking retarded.

1940 hrs December 12th 2005

How do you catch Chelsea?

Easy,

you dig a huge hole

on the football field.

Cover the hole up

with long twigs

and place carpet grass

over the twigs,

no one can see,

the hole.

Next you get a referee

to stand at the edge

of the covered hole,

and he blows

a foul,

against Chelsea.

Soon, you will have

10 Chelsea players

running in protest

towards the referee,

and fall

into the big hole.

I call this

out of the hole

thinking.

1745 hrs December 12th 2005

You're an even more pathetic thing.

Even Planet Lemon

can't find something

so bitter.

If you were a man,

you would be a tramp,

hanging out

at children's playgrounds,

going to young girls,

and flashing

your flaccid penis

at them.

1130 hrs December 11th 2005

You poor pathetic thing.

You're a bitter lemon

floating on the Lemon Sea

with other bitter lemons

from Planet Lemon.

Lighten up will you?

Learn to laugh a little

and life gets fun.

You take yourself

too seriously.

Give yourself

a new meaning

in life,

and work towards it.

I'm working on

bending my back

so much,

I'll be able

to give myself

a blowjob.

Am still working

on it.

Some Christian author

calls it

A Purpose Driven Life

1400 hrs December 7th 2005

It is simply not true

that guns

kill people.

Nope, its not true

that people

kill people either.

Its bullets

that kill people.

1120 hrs December 5th 2005

What would you do for Jesus Christ?

Hmmmmmm.....

OK, I'll put him at centre forward,

and play Peter Crouch behind him.

I watched Saturday's game closely,

and concluded Rafa Benitez

is a Messiah.

He maximised Hyypia's

positional play

and heading abilities,

minimized his lack of pace

at the centre of defense,

by have Carragher

on his left,

and Finnan

on his right.

Rock solid defense,

guys playing their hearts out

for each other.

Warnock to provide

additional cover,

or Riise and Finnan

attacking wingbacks.

In midfield,

we have Sissoko and Hamann,

playing defensive midfield,

cutting out attacks early,

so the back 4,

can defend much higher

up the field,

employing offside traps

to perfection.

Alonso and Gerrard,

versatile attacking midfielders

and yet comes back to help

in defense.

Kewell, Garcia, Zenden

providing width at the

attacking flanks,

Crouch, Morientes, Cisse

up front.

Yes, Jesus would be good

at centre forward.

0850 hrs December 2nd 2005

Dear Mr Prime Minister,

you just killed

that young Australian

for drug trafficking.

You know, prime minister sir,

you so happened

to be born

into a powerful

billionaire ruling family.

If you were 22,

grew up

in a Thai refugee camp,

beaten up by an

unloving step father,

and your family

is desparately deep

in debt,

I am really not sure

you will do better

than young Nguyen.

It was his first ever trip

outside Australia,

what are the chances,

of him knowing

of Singapore'e death penalty?

All he could see,

was quick money,

to solve his family problems.

Mr Prime Minister Sir,

you were born fortunate,

but you displayed

completely no compassion

for the unfortunate.

Mr Prime Minister,

you bastard.

God have mercy

on your stinking soul.

1320 hrs December 1st 2005

NKF income statement for 2004

is on TODAY paper.

Shocking crime.

Let's examine it

a little closer.

Staff costs $32.7 million

Donations $73.6 million

These guys take 45%

of other people's generosity

and stuff it

in their pockets.

Other costs $9.6 million

Hey, you gotta do better

than that?

$9.6 million blown away

is 13%

of other people's generosity.

You simply can't

write it off

as "other costs".

Even churches,

take only 10%

of other people's money.

Oh I guess

that is where

the golden tap

and first class tickets

come from.

Dialysis costs $13.4 million

Dialysis income $24.2 million

You fuckers!!!

You made money

from sick people,

and still ask

for donations???

Total fund raising cost $21.6 million

Donations $73.6 million

You spend 30% of donations,

to get donations?

Must your fund raising

be so fucking lavish

involving TV stars?

Admin costs @11.3 million

Shit!!!

Are their computer keyboards

gold plated too?

The bottom line is,

this is a fucking crime.

And if they're no

punitive measures taken,

it only means

the government

is a partner

in crime too.

1545 hrs November 30th 2005

Boy do I hate feminists.

I am totally convinced

the feminist agenda

have absolutely nothing

to do with equal rights

or empowerment

for women.

It is all about

promoting socialism,

anti-family,

anti-God,

anti-social order.

They encourage women

to leave their husbands,

kill their children,

turn to witchcraft,

and become

balls busting

lesbians

1400 hrs November 30th 2005

Sidney Jones

of International Crisis Group

was refused entry

to Indonesia.

She lived in Jakarta

for 13 years,

researching militant Islam

getting important information

from Muslim prisoners.

She wrote a detailed report

on the threat

posed by Jemaah Islamiah (JI)

2 months before

the Bali 2002 bombings.

Such experience

and indepth knowledge

that Time magazine

voted her Asia Hero 2005.

Yet,

she was expelled

from Indonesia

because

she knows too much.

I love Indonesia

as a country

and

as a people.

But I have to say,

the Indonesians

have this amazing ability

to live in a constant state

of denial.

Like an ostrich

burying his head

in the ground,

and hoping

the problem

will go away.

Expelling Sidney Jones

from Indonesia

will not help you

solve terrorism.

She meant well

and she can only help.

But Indonesia

does not want

any help.

It annoys them

that others

know their problems

very well.

1330 hrs November 29th 2005

Rest in peace George

you may not know it

but you touched the lives

of many

and made a difference.

I was too young

when you were at your

brillant best,

but I saw a video once.

You were playing against England.

You weaved your way

past England's world class

defenders,

and had only Gordan Banks

then the best goalkeeper

in the world

to beat.

You could have scored,

but no,

that would have been

way too easy

for you.

Instead,

you took the ball back,

dribbled past

the same defenders

AGAIN,

then dribbled past

Gordan Banks,

and stroked the ball

into an empty net.

At that time,

I knew I witnessed

a moment

of pure magic.

I saw how

you went down,

drinking your frustrations

away.

And alcohol finally

killed you.

George,

I feel your pain.

You had so much

to offer,

there was so much

more to be won,

but the years

have a way

of robbing brillance

away.

If only you could

roll back the years

and delight us

with your gift

again.

Even Wayne Rooney

would be humbled.

Made me laugh

or cry,

when our scholars

are made to think

they're actually

gifted.

Rest well George,

much more than others

you truly deserve

eternal peace.

1025 hrs November 29th 2005

Front page news

on Today paper.

About kids from the government's

Gifted Education Programme.

How they've been given booklets

telling them

they are different

from others.

How they form,

they own sub-culture,

and only hangout

with each other.

Like as though,

their shit

smells better

than others.

These guys

who are totally

out of touch

with the man

in the street,

have absolutely

no clue

about the kind

of life's problems

we face,

but yet,

they are expected

to be

our leaders.

God help us.

Having an exceptional IQ

does jackshit

for you.

You will never learn

about life,

until

you realise

that EVERYONE

you meet in Life

is

YOUR TEACHER

2015 hrs November 24th 2005

Lets get this straight.

Your lips

are good for just

3 things.

Blowjobs

Kisses

Smiles.

In that strict order.

Don't speak.

If you want to communicate

write me

an email,

or send me

an SMS.

For fuck's sakes,

just shut

the fuck up.

Love should not

just be blind,

but also

deaf

0830 hrs November 11th 2005

At a luxury hotel

in the Jordanian capital

of Amman,

a couple prepares

their wedding march.

A suicide bomber

for a Al Qaeda cell

blew himself up,

as the bride and groom

were making their

grand entrance,

surrounded by family

and friends,

joining them

in their matrimonial

celebrations.

The groom said afterwards,

I lost both my father

and my father-in-law

on my wedding night.

The World has to know

that this has nothing

to do

with Islam.

I'm shocked.

After what happened,

this guy

has the audacity

to make

a religious statement.

Take it one step further brother,

declare the terrorists

enemies of Islam,

declare Jihad

against them

and start wiping

these infidels out.

Because,

when you isolate them,

make them realise

that their fellow Islamic brothers

are not on their side,

they're gonna have problems

recuiting new suicide bombers

0815 hrs November 11th 2005

The Buddhists teach

moderation.

Because even too much

of a good thing

is bad for you.

Hmmmm,

thus it follows,

that too much

of a bad thing,

have to be good for you!!!

OK, more lard,

more smokes,

more booze.

that should moderate,

too much

sex.

1650 hrs November 10th 2005

The rich and Western world,

is beating up poor nations

in the name of

GLOBALISATION

and

FREE TRADE.

Just what the fuck is that?

You rich countries,

come to Asia,

dump your surplus goods

demanding we buy them.

Dump them cheap

no doubt,

but so cheap

that our local industries

cannot compete.

And we become

forever dependent

on your supplies.

And you expect us

to thank you

for that?

1045 hrs November 10th 2005

Just what the hell fuck

is wrong with this country?

We are hanging

this unfortunately Aussie

for minor drug trafficking

but we are investing

our country's national reserves

in Myanmar Fund

controlled by Burma's

biggest drug lords.

We are hanging

people for

drug abuse,

citing that drugs

affects families

and destroy lives,

but we encourage gambling

and setting up of casinos,

when it is also

a well known fact,

that gambling

affects families

and destroy lives.

We elect ministers

to be our leaders,

only to find out

that our ministers

need a mentor.

MM for Minister Mentor

MM for Mickey Mouse

We are a Mickey Mouse country

afterall