Today is Feb 28th,
and the stock markets
everywhere
behaved like
its the end of the world.
Markets plunging everywhere
blood flowing
on the streets.
China's market collapsed.
Nobody knows why.
I know,
its our wedding anniversary
thats why.
It was doomed
from the start.
14 years ago,
I thought I found true love
I thought I found someone
who would love and cherish me
who would really really treasure me
like as though
I am a real gem.
You once held me
like a real gem.
and then you threw me out
like I was a lump
of dogshit.
But the tragedy is,
just like in the stock markets,
the basic fundamentals
have not changed,
there is no reason
to sell so urgently,
Likewise,
my basic personality
have not changed,
there is no reason
to dump me
so quickly.
In Life as in the markets,
your perception,
have became
your next reality.
As I am left to rue,
about all those lost years.
Those lost years,
where have they been to,
my dearest?
20070228
20070224
2100 hrs February 24th 2007
Call me unforgiving
call me pitiless
call me vindictive even,
But I will never never never
ever forgive
infidelity.
You're supposed
to love and
chrish me.
Just how are you supposed
to love and cherish me
when you hurt me
so badly?
Maybe you do love
and cherish me,
but clearly
you love and cherish
yourself
far more.
When you agreeed
to go out for a date
with him,
what were you thinking of?
Did you ever consider
how I would have felt?
Didn't you realise
you were courting danger?
No, you walked into it
with your legs
wide opened.
When he first kissed
your lips,
did it ever occur to you
that would really hurt me?
And make me feel
abandoned,
betrayed,
and cheated?
Nope, you did it anyway.
You cared about how you felt
more than how I felt.
I'm sorry, but henceforth,
I can't help but feel
that your body
has been defiled,
and find you
very very dirty
indeed.
I can never ever
be intimate with you again,
because when we're in bed,
I still see him
lying naked
between us.
People do make mistakes
and I can forgive
a mistake.
But irreparable damage
has been done,
I am scarred
probably permanently.
So for your sake
and mine,
we should seek our happiness
on our own
and not
together.
call me pitiless
call me vindictive even,
But I will never never never
ever forgive
infidelity.
You're supposed
to love and
chrish me.
Just how are you supposed
to love and cherish me
when you hurt me
so badly?
Maybe you do love
and cherish me,
but clearly
you love and cherish
yourself
far more.
When you agreeed
to go out for a date
with him,
what were you thinking of?
Did you ever consider
how I would have felt?
Didn't you realise
you were courting danger?
No, you walked into it
with your legs
wide opened.
When he first kissed
your lips,
did it ever occur to you
that would really hurt me?
And make me feel
abandoned,
betrayed,
and cheated?
Nope, you did it anyway.
You cared about how you felt
more than how I felt.
I'm sorry, but henceforth,
I can't help but feel
that your body
has been defiled,
and find you
very very dirty
indeed.
I can never ever
be intimate with you again,
because when we're in bed,
I still see him
lying naked
between us.
People do make mistakes
and I can forgive
a mistake.
But irreparable damage
has been done,
I am scarred
probably permanently.
So for your sake
and mine,
we should seek our happiness
on our own
and not
together.
20070220
2100 hrs February 20th 2007
I dunno
I dunno
I dunno
Every fuck shit also dunno.
Gimme an answer like
YES or NO!!!
Either you're IN or OUT!!!
If you're OUT,
get the fuck
and stay the fuck
OUT.
Imagine this,
Do you Mr I Dunno
take Miss XXX
as your lawful wife,
to have and to hold,
from this day forward,
for better or worse,
for richer or poorer,
in health or in sickness,
to love and cherish,
from this day forward,
until death do us part?
I dunno....
Er, I need time to think about it,
gimme till March 3rd,
I promise you answer by then.
You lame spineless piece of
metabolic waste product,
you make a boneless chicken
look like a street gangster.
I admire people
who make mistakes
and admit it.
Be first to stand
on your own two feet
like a real man
and admit,
Sorry, I fucked up
it won't happen again,
I promise.
I dunno
I dunno
I dunno.
You dunno what you want
and how to get it.
You dunno where you're going
and how to get there.
Like a lump of sewerage
floating aimlessly
in a septic tank,
YOU DUNNO
I dunno
I dunno
Every fuck shit also dunno.
Gimme an answer like
YES or NO!!!
Either you're IN or OUT!!!
If you're OUT,
get the fuck
and stay the fuck
OUT.
Imagine this,
Do you Mr I Dunno
take Miss XXX
as your lawful wife,
to have and to hold,
from this day forward,
for better or worse,
for richer or poorer,
in health or in sickness,
to love and cherish,
from this day forward,
until death do us part?
I dunno....
Er, I need time to think about it,
gimme till March 3rd,
I promise you answer by then.
You lame spineless piece of
metabolic waste product,
you make a boneless chicken
look like a street gangster.
I admire people
who make mistakes
and admit it.
Be first to stand
on your own two feet
like a real man
and admit,
Sorry, I fucked up
it won't happen again,
I promise.
I dunno
I dunno
I dunno.
You dunno what you want
and how to get it.
You dunno where you're going
and how to get there.
Like a lump of sewerage
floating aimlessly
in a septic tank,
YOU DUNNO
20070217
1020 hrs Febuary 18th 2007
Exactly four years ago,
on this day,
like a vision
of daybreak
on a warm Saturday morning sun
she slipped into
the shadows
of my life.
Exactly
where have we been,
in 4 years?
And
where are we
going to?
4 weeks slip into
4 months into
4 years
and it appears
we're still
running
on the same old spot.
Like a roller coaster
with its thrills and spills,
its ups and downs,
exuberent highs
and devastating lows,
but always back
to the same old spot.
Still at the starting line,
we never really ran.
Or maybe,
it was just me
who ran
so far ahead
of you.
You did not run,
maybe
you just didn't
want to.
And each time I look back
I gotta drag myself
back
to the starting line
all over again,
where you've been.
Like in the Greek mythology,
Sisyphus pushing the huge boulder
up the hill
only to tire
and see the boulder
rolling back
to the bottom,
and for all eternity
Sisyphus been condemned
to keep pushing
the boulder
up the hill,
a task
that will never
ever be completed.
Love is like that boulder
it is never done,
it takes all your energy
and it always roll back
to the same old spot.
You know
our happiest days
were
when we never really
have to try
very hard.
Is ours just a dream
that will never
ever come true,
or is ours a nightmare
that will never
ever go away?
Just for how long more
do I have
to keep hanging on?
To this illusion
of the unreality
of love
or the reality
of unlove?
Just for how long more?
do I have to keep pushing
this boulder of love?
Will we ever reach
the top of the hill
together?
on this day,
like a vision
of daybreak
on a warm Saturday morning sun
she slipped into
the shadows
of my life.
Exactly
where have we been,
in 4 years?
And
where are we
going to?
4 weeks slip into
4 months into
4 years
and it appears
we're still
running
on the same old spot.
Like a roller coaster
with its thrills and spills,
its ups and downs,
exuberent highs
and devastating lows,
but always back
to the same old spot.
Still at the starting line,
we never really ran.
Or maybe,
it was just me
who ran
so far ahead
of you.
You did not run,
maybe
you just didn't
want to.
And each time I look back
I gotta drag myself
back
to the starting line
all over again,
where you've been.
Like in the Greek mythology,
Sisyphus pushing the huge boulder
up the hill
only to tire
and see the boulder
rolling back
to the bottom,
and for all eternity
Sisyphus been condemned
to keep pushing
the boulder
up the hill,
a task
that will never
ever be completed.
Love is like that boulder
it is never done,
it takes all your energy
and it always roll back
to the same old spot.
You know
our happiest days
were
when we never really
have to try
very hard.
Is ours just a dream
that will never
ever come true,
or is ours a nightmare
that will never
ever go away?
Just for how long more
do I have
to keep hanging on?
To this illusion
of the unreality
of love
or the reality
of unlove?
Just for how long more?
do I have to keep pushing
this boulder of love?
Will we ever reach
the top of the hill
together?
20070211
1820 hrs February 11th 2007
It was a sad lonely Saturday afternoon
away from you.
I wandered aimlessly around
Simei town centre,
wondering what
I should do.
I sat down
at a kopi tiam,
for late lunch.
Fried noodles
swimming in an ocean
of trans fat.
Tasted remarkably
like what I had
in Beijing.
If trans fat,
is a real health hazard,
according to New York's health authorities,
China's population
would be half
of America's
and the other half
dropping dead
of heart diseases.
Stupid fat fuck Americans.
They still don't get it,
its not what you eat,
its how much you eat,
Fat Fuck.
An elderly man
sat across me,
looking blankly
over a glass
of coffee with milk.
He doesn't seem
to be headed anywhere
or meeting anybody.
He was just contented
stirring his coffee
alone.
Maybe that is what
years of practising
dining alone
does to you.
I spotted a kid
frolicking away
in the open space
under the watchful eye
of a Filipino maid.
Makes me wonder
why do people have children for?
When the best family time
you have in your child's waking day,
is your weekend,
and you despatched the maid
to spend
what would have been
the joyous part
of parenthood
and weekend
notwithstanding.
Some people do not deserve
to be parents.
A woman in sunglasses
wearing a permanent scrowl
on her face
walked past.
She adorned
a white T-shirt
that shouted out
SYDNEY,
and a picture
of Sydney Harbour Bridge.
Does she understand
the architectural significance
of the Sydney Harbour Bridge?
Or the number of people
who died building it?
Or the number of people
who committed suicide
from it,
during the Great Depression
of the 1930s?
Or it was the scene
of White-Abroginal reconcilation
not too long ago?
I don't think so.
For her,
that cheap T-shirt
was no more
than a bragging right,
that she's been
to Sydney.
Big fucking deal.
I walked over
to the little acquarium.
The uncle there
was fast asleep.
I gently woke him up
and bought 5 parrot fish
for $20.
Walked home,
and released them
in the condo pond.
I hope they're happier now.
Swam 15 laps
and then to the sauna,
feeling like
a new man.
I blared Tiger Okoshi
on the stereo,
his piercing trumpet
blasts
over the cool night
as I sipped
the honey choya,
looking for the heart
of Saturday night,
wondering
if she is
alright
away from you.
I wandered aimlessly around
Simei town centre,
wondering what
I should do.
I sat down
at a kopi tiam,
for late lunch.
Fried noodles
swimming in an ocean
of trans fat.
Tasted remarkably
like what I had
in Beijing.
If trans fat,
is a real health hazard,
according to New York's health authorities,
China's population
would be half
of America's
and the other half
dropping dead
of heart diseases.
Stupid fat fuck Americans.
They still don't get it,
its not what you eat,
its how much you eat,
Fat Fuck.
An elderly man
sat across me,
looking blankly
over a glass
of coffee with milk.
He doesn't seem
to be headed anywhere
or meeting anybody.
He was just contented
stirring his coffee
alone.
Maybe that is what
years of practising
dining alone
does to you.
I spotted a kid
frolicking away
in the open space
under the watchful eye
of a Filipino maid.
Makes me wonder
why do people have children for?
When the best family time
you have in your child's waking day,
is your weekend,
and you despatched the maid
to spend
what would have been
the joyous part
of parenthood
and weekend
notwithstanding.
Some people do not deserve
to be parents.
A woman in sunglasses
wearing a permanent scrowl
on her face
walked past.
She adorned
a white T-shirt
that shouted out
SYDNEY,
and a picture
of Sydney Harbour Bridge.
Does she understand
the architectural significance
of the Sydney Harbour Bridge?
Or the number of people
who died building it?
Or the number of people
who committed suicide
from it,
during the Great Depression
of the 1930s?
Or it was the scene
of White-Abroginal reconcilation
not too long ago?
I don't think so.
For her,
that cheap T-shirt
was no more
than a bragging right,
that she's been
to Sydney.
Big fucking deal.
I walked over
to the little acquarium.
The uncle there
was fast asleep.
I gently woke him up
and bought 5 parrot fish
for $20.
Walked home,
and released them
in the condo pond.
I hope they're happier now.
Swam 15 laps
and then to the sauna,
feeling like
a new man.
I blared Tiger Okoshi
on the stereo,
his piercing trumpet
blasts
over the cool night
as I sipped
the honey choya,
looking for the heart
of Saturday night,
wondering
if she is
alright
20070209
1440 hrs February 9th 2007
So here I am
once more
Back home
after 5 grueling weeks
in Hong Kong.
Alone and miserable in
Hong Kong
Alone and miserable in
Singapore.
Stuck in a long distance relationship
with an absentee girlfriend,
Coming back home
to a dying father.
I begin to think
about
SEX, DEATH, RELIGION.
Humans are naturally
driven
to have sex.
It is our primal instincts
and the reason being,
like in all living things,
to perpetuate
our species.
We want to reproduce
because it gives us
this sense of perpetuity.
Our biology is geared
towards attaining perpepuity.
Perpetuity in the form
of passing our genetic material
to the next generation,
and hopefully,
it goes on and on.
Asian races even have
a hangup about having sons
instead of daughters
so as to
"carry the family name".
True, many of us want to have sex
without having kids or
pass on our genetic material.
That is just social evolution
dictating
our social behaviour.
I'm referring to the psychology
behind the biology.
Inherently,
we fear death.
We do not want to die
or at least
live to a "ripe old age".
I've seen the terminally sick and elderly
in hospitals
who cling on to life
whilst suffering everyday,
like as though tomorrow
will be a better day.
Why not die?
Again, it is against
our biological makeup
to want to die.
When you see people dying
in a drowning incident,
you see the tremendous struggle
to stay alive.
When we are put,
in a potentiall fatal situation,
like a close shave from
a car accident,
we always get
traumatised
by the shock
of facing possible death.
We are biologically hardwired
to want to live
for as long
as we can
I suspect
it has to do
with perpetuating
our species.
Suicide cases
are psychology going ahead
of biology.
Why then,
is the appeal
of global religions?
Notice that all religions
promise
one form of life or the other
after death.
Therein lies
the appeal,
the promise
of perpetuity.
It is even a booming business
to sell products
promising youthful good looks,
the illusion of perpetuity.
In that aspect,
religion
is just a big jar
of FANCL TENSE UP
or Eu Yan San bird nest
with collagen.
All in the business
of perpetuity.
My guess is
I will feel equally good
just having sex,
lots of sex.
once more
Back home
after 5 grueling weeks
in Hong Kong.
Alone and miserable in
Hong Kong
Alone and miserable in
Singapore.
Stuck in a long distance relationship
with an absentee girlfriend,
Coming back home
to a dying father.
I begin to think
about
SEX, DEATH, RELIGION.
Humans are naturally
driven
to have sex.
It is our primal instincts
and the reason being,
like in all living things,
to perpetuate
our species.
We want to reproduce
because it gives us
this sense of perpetuity.
Our biology is geared
towards attaining perpepuity.
Perpetuity in the form
of passing our genetic material
to the next generation,
and hopefully,
it goes on and on.
Asian races even have
a hangup about having sons
instead of daughters
so as to
"carry the family name".
True, many of us want to have sex
without having kids or
pass on our genetic material.
That is just social evolution
dictating
our social behaviour.
I'm referring to the psychology
behind the biology.
Inherently,
we fear death.
We do not want to die
or at least
live to a "ripe old age".
I've seen the terminally sick and elderly
in hospitals
who cling on to life
whilst suffering everyday,
like as though tomorrow
will be a better day.
Why not die?
Again, it is against
our biological makeup
to want to die.
When you see people dying
in a drowning incident,
you see the tremendous struggle
to stay alive.
When we are put,
in a potentiall fatal situation,
like a close shave from
a car accident,
we always get
traumatised
by the shock
of facing possible death.
We are biologically hardwired
to want to live
for as long
as we can
I suspect
it has to do
with perpetuating
our species.
Suicide cases
are psychology going ahead
of biology.
Why then,
is the appeal
of global religions?
Notice that all religions
promise
one form of life or the other
after death.
Therein lies
the appeal,
the promise
of perpetuity.
It is even a booming business
to sell products
promising youthful good looks,
the illusion of perpetuity.
In that aspect,
religion
is just a big jar
of FANCL TENSE UP
or Eu Yan San bird nest
with collagen.
All in the business
of perpetuity.
My guess is
I will feel equally good
just having sex,
lots of sex.
20070129
1900 hrs January 28th 2007
Daddy,
as I call out to you,
while you lay
withered and frail
on the hard teak
of my lounge bed,
you never liked
a proper mattress,
do you still know my name?
do you still remember
that I'm your son?
Your only son?
Everytime I hear you
grasp in a momentous struggle,
for your next breathe,
it felt like a knife
going through my heart.
As memories roll back
the arms of time.
You were strong
and stout
with broad shoulders
in a younger man's clothes.
You worked two jobs
to raise the family.
Coming home late
at night,
I would wait up
for you
to return
on your motorbike.
You would lift me up
to your shoulders
and play horsie
as I squealed
in delight.
I remember
how I loved football
as a kid.
You took me to the sports shops
at Katong Shopping Centre
to buy me a pair
of football boots.
But I was too
dimunitive
and none of the boots fitted.
You took me to a speciality store
at Onan Road,
to have a pair of football boots
specially tailored
for me.
Whenever I kicked
the ball,
I was so small,
the recoil would
make me fall back
on my back.
You would laugh
and showed me
how to kick.
I was awestruck
by your strength
as you thumped
the ball
into the air,
across the field.
I still hear your laughter
ringing in my ears,
when I refused to eat,
I was a poor eater then,
am still now.
You would order
charcoal barbequed
chicken wings,
as you knew
that is the only way
of getting me to eat
something.
I was such
an eloquent kid,
the PAP kindergarten
made me Emcee
for the graduation party
which I really really hated.
As a shy and introverted kid,
I stepped up on stage
and held the mike,
I saw the huge grin
on your face
and your sunglasses,
standing in the corner.
I made my speech
in flawless english
and you erupted
into applause,
clapping the loudest.
I still hear the resonance
of your approval
as you shouted
YEAH!!!
Somehow all the nervousness
and stage fright
melted away,
when I saw my Daddy there.
Coz nothing else matters
but him being there.
There was once,
you waited for me
outside school
as usual
in your school bus,
I was quietly tearing away.
You asked me why.
I refused to tell.
You instinctively knew
someone bullied me.
You demanded,
"Somebody bullied you?"
I nodded my head
in tears.
"Show me that boy!"
You held my little hand,
and I pointed out
my classmate.
You strode over
and reprimanded
in that low baritone voice,
"You disturbed my son?"
that kid was so frightened,
as you glared at him.
When I was in junior college,
I got expelled
for failing mandarin.
You drove up to
the Ministry of Education
at Tanglin
and kicked up
such a fuss,
almost threatening
to beat up
the department head
in charge of junior college admissions.
They repealed mandarin requirement
a few years later.
I like to think
that verbal bombardment
you gave
had something to do with it.
I remembered the stupid fights
we had,
when I was a teenager.
You would tell me repeatedly,
"I can't wait for the army
to get you,
they will make a man
out of you"
I joined the army
and told you
I was in the demolition squad.
I saw the fear and worry
in your face
afraid that I would die
in an accidental bomb blast.
You spent the next one year
talking to friends
about how to get me out.
One day I came home,
and told you
the army posted me out
of demolition
and into admin.
You asked,
what happened ?
I said, I failed
a medical.
You said
GOOD.
You never knew
what I did
for a living.
But one day,
a cousin saw my name card
and told you,
my brains must be working
"like a computer"
to do my job.
You were so proud,
you went around
shelling out my name cards
to everyone you meet.
I get calls from strangers
looking for a job.
Dad, if my brain worked
like a computer,
yours must be the lastest
Pentium 4.
You never had
the education,
you probably
never needed it.
When my wife left me,
I was sobbing
at your feet
like a little boy again.
I lifted your hand
to my head
and stroked my hair.
You laughed
because you knew
I always felt comforted
whenever
you stroked my hair.
A few days later,
a girl from a modelling agency called me.
She told me you met her
and told her that I was depressed
and needed some company.
She said she called because
you looked really concerned
for me and wanted me
to appreciate you
for doing that.
Daddy
as I write this
silent tears flowed
like a river,
can you stay around
for just a little longer please?
I don't know
how to make it
without you
I love you
as my hero.
Can you show me
how to kick that ball
again please?
as I call out to you,
while you lay
withered and frail
on the hard teak
of my lounge bed,
you never liked
a proper mattress,
do you still know my name?
do you still remember
that I'm your son?
Your only son?
Everytime I hear you
grasp in a momentous struggle,
for your next breathe,
it felt like a knife
going through my heart.
As memories roll back
the arms of time.
You were strong
and stout
with broad shoulders
in a younger man's clothes.
You worked two jobs
to raise the family.
Coming home late
at night,
I would wait up
for you
to return
on your motorbike.
You would lift me up
to your shoulders
and play horsie
as I squealed
in delight.
I remember
how I loved football
as a kid.
You took me to the sports shops
at Katong Shopping Centre
to buy me a pair
of football boots.
But I was too
dimunitive
and none of the boots fitted.
You took me to a speciality store
at Onan Road,
to have a pair of football boots
specially tailored
for me.
Whenever I kicked
the ball,
I was so small,
the recoil would
make me fall back
on my back.
You would laugh
and showed me
how to kick.
I was awestruck
by your strength
as you thumped
the ball
into the air,
across the field.
I still hear your laughter
ringing in my ears,
when I refused to eat,
I was a poor eater then,
am still now.
You would order
charcoal barbequed
chicken wings,
as you knew
that is the only way
of getting me to eat
something.
I was such
an eloquent kid,
the PAP kindergarten
made me Emcee
for the graduation party
which I really really hated.
As a shy and introverted kid,
I stepped up on stage
and held the mike,
I saw the huge grin
on your face
and your sunglasses,
standing in the corner.
I made my speech
in flawless english
and you erupted
into applause,
clapping the loudest.
I still hear the resonance
of your approval
as you shouted
YEAH!!!
Somehow all the nervousness
and stage fright
melted away,
when I saw my Daddy there.
Coz nothing else matters
but him being there.
There was once,
you waited for me
outside school
as usual
in your school bus,
I was quietly tearing away.
You asked me why.
I refused to tell.
You instinctively knew
someone bullied me.
You demanded,
"Somebody bullied you?"
I nodded my head
in tears.
"Show me that boy!"
You held my little hand,
and I pointed out
my classmate.
You strode over
and reprimanded
in that low baritone voice,
"You disturbed my son?"
that kid was so frightened,
as you glared at him.
When I was in junior college,
I got expelled
for failing mandarin.
You drove up to
the Ministry of Education
at Tanglin
and kicked up
such a fuss,
almost threatening
to beat up
the department head
in charge of junior college admissions.
They repealed mandarin requirement
a few years later.
I like to think
that verbal bombardment
you gave
had something to do with it.
I remembered the stupid fights
we had,
when I was a teenager.
You would tell me repeatedly,
"I can't wait for the army
to get you,
they will make a man
out of you"
I joined the army
and told you
I was in the demolition squad.
I saw the fear and worry
in your face
afraid that I would die
in an accidental bomb blast.
You spent the next one year
talking to friends
about how to get me out.
One day I came home,
and told you
the army posted me out
of demolition
and into admin.
You asked,
what happened ?
I said, I failed
a medical.
You said
GOOD.
You never knew
what I did
for a living.
But one day,
a cousin saw my name card
and told you,
my brains must be working
"like a computer"
to do my job.
You were so proud,
you went around
shelling out my name cards
to everyone you meet.
I get calls from strangers
looking for a job.
Dad, if my brain worked
like a computer,
yours must be the lastest
Pentium 4.
You never had
the education,
you probably
never needed it.
When my wife left me,
I was sobbing
at your feet
like a little boy again.
I lifted your hand
to my head
and stroked my hair.
You laughed
because you knew
I always felt comforted
whenever
you stroked my hair.
A few days later,
a girl from a modelling agency called me.
She told me you met her
and told her that I was depressed
and needed some company.
She said she called because
you looked really concerned
for me and wanted me
to appreciate you
for doing that.
Daddy
as I write this
silent tears flowed
like a river,
can you stay around
for just a little longer please?
I don't know
how to make it
without you
I love you
as my hero.
Can you show me
how to kick that ball
again please?
20061222
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.
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.
20061205
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.
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.
20061129
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?
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?
20061127
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.
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.
20061117
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?
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?
20061113
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
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
20061108
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.
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.
20061025
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.
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.
20061024
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
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
20061020
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.
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.
20061016
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!!!
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!!!
20061010
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.
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.
20060913
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
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
20060830
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
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?
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?
20060825
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.
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.
20060816
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?
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?
20060814
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.
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.
20060804
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
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
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
20060802
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.
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
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
20060727
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.
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.
20060720
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.
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.
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.
20060717
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?
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?
20060714
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
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
20060706
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?
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?
20060704
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
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
20060628
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?
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?
20060627
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?
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?
20060615
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.
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.
20060614
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
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!!!
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?
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
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
20060612
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
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
20060609
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
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
20060604
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.
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.
20060527
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.
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.
20060526
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
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
20060523
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?
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?
20060520
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
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
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
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.
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.
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