The Weekend Promises
Rev me baby...
Tomorrow I'll be leaving to KL for the Japan GT at Sepang. I'm really excited about it, since this will be the first real race on the track that I'll be seeing. Check out the cars! Oh and of course there are other incentives as well, hehe.
Courtesy, Japan Reference. (http://www.jref.com/gallery/showphoto.php/photo/2054/cat/500/page/1)
Nonetheless, I'm planning to conquer KL when I'm there. I'm gonna whack all the food!!! Also Andre's gonna be with me, so I think it'd be nice for us to check out the clubbing scene over there. Just hope that we get back alive.
Jung's gonna be leaving this Sunday, and I won't be seeing him for a while. Take care bro, have fun chasing the locusts.. and the locals.
Till next time, goodbye world.
Shoot Me Up Baby
I've realised that I've missed out on a lot of precious memories the past 3 weeks cos I didn't have my camera with me. Left it in Lau May's bag after her birthday celebration and basically I didn't dare collect it from Ivy. I guess it's not really cos I was afraid that Ivy would rape me or anything like that. It might be the inherent Asian value that one shouldn't intrude on the lives of others and rock the equilibrium. Although in the technical sense there's nothing wrong with me going over and getting something that's mine, I just felt bad troubling them. It's kinda interesting why we always have to feel bad for doing some things, or not doing others, but I personally don't think it's necessarily a flaw either. It's good that we have been brought up to put others before the self in some situations even though it's not an obligation. Other cultures might view this as being hypocritical, but I say it's simply just tact. In the Western sense, it could also be construed, although rather extremely, as "keep your friends close, but your enemies closer".
Anyhow, Lau May's finally back from her holidaying and I got my camera back. It's wonderful to feel the camera again. I think I shall spend the day snapping pictures either at the tattoo studio or in town. Oh and Lau May was so sweet to actually get a couple of tattoo mags for me, although they're in French, so I probably will have to wait for Minghao to read it to me or something. Maybe even as a bedtime story. Ponder ponder.
What a tiring day it's been. Little cousin's still sleeping over till the end of his holidays. It's nice having someone so honest and who doesn't care about social etiquette around.
Till next time, goodbye world.
What A Confusing Day
I've been really out of sorts the past coupla days, mainly cos I friggin slept at 5am yesterday and woke up at 6pm, then I had a few drinks last nite and basically slept till 6am this morning. I couldn't seem to sleep after that. This bloody sun and moon cycle is really getting to me. There's too much emphasis placed on timing. Sigh.
Well, at least I managed to head down to Border's last nite to grab a book. And Lizzie was kind enough to accompany me.. in her cute little school uniform. How kinky. Hahahaha! Bought tihs book called The Wind-up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami. I believe it'll be a pretty interesting read. It better be. I spent my hard-earned money on it.
Oh yes, spent the afternoon at Sentosa, but it was total bullshit. The weather sucked, I felt really sleepy, my nose was running, and we didn't get a chance to drink the gin and tequila that we brought down. What a waste of time and energy. Oh, but there was one little perk-me-up. Some school of NUS was having its orientation at Sentosa as well. A host of barely legal young'uns running around the place screaming retarded cheers and being really hyped up about uni. Wait till they find out that uni is just a stepping stone to a mundane spinning wheel of a life, maybe a few little human babies, old age, and finally death, or of course a ticket to Heaven if that's your cup of tea. Hmmm. We like barely legal don't we. Age must be really catching up. This is the second time in a week I've thought about this. I should get that thought out of my head.
I'm gonna take a nap now. I love to see that the sun has already set by the time I get up.
Till next time, goodbye world.
A Singapore Portrait
A Family Portrait / Un Retrato de Familia
I remember getting the vcd of 12 Storeys by Eric Khoo in secondary 4, for the simple reason that I knew one of the actors in the movie. Yup, talk about basking in reflcted glory, but it turned out to be money well-spent. 12 Storeys had a deep impact on me, as it represented to me the gloominess that we lived in, and it was in line with a lot of my sentiments at that point in my life. 2 months ago, I watched it again, and the film has not lost its beauty.
Forward to yesterday afternoon. I went with a friend, Lizzie, to the Singapore History Museum to watch a showcase of short films by Singaporeans. My initial purpose in going there was to see a film called
A Family Portrait by a friend of mine, Junfeng. It was the winning short film for this year's Singapore Film Festival, and I've been bugging him to give me a copy for the longest time. Sadly enough, he's against piracy. Well, we all should make some compromises sometimes. Anyhow, I was honestly rather blown away by the quality of all 5 films that were screened. Granted, to me Junfeng's film was the best because I'm biased towards him, but all the films were of a pretty high standard. I won't really go into my interpretation of all the films at this point, because honestly it might mean different things to different people, and it's pointless also because I don't think many people have actually watched them.
My point is that Singapore film-makers have really come some ways in terms of the underlying themes and even the basic stories. They seem to have become a lot more expressive, especially with the largely taboo subject of gangs in Royston Tan's 15 and many of the gay, i'll call it inspirations, in some of the other short films. Their voices are louder now than before.
I feel that the Singapore films being made now are even comparable to those made overseas, and I finally have one more thing to be proud of. Not that I hail from Singapore, the land of an improving repertoire of impressive films, but rather that we've come a long way, and in these films the Singapore Portrait is no longer just a mirage.
Till next time, goodbye world.
Age Is Catching Up Isn't It
So last night I made my way down to Zouk with Derrick, Colin and some of his friends. Derrick's friends, for the simple reason that Colin has too many friends you really don't know where to start. Although we've been to Zouk many a-times before, this felt like a totally new experience, not because of any new music played at Mambo, but it hit hard. There have been so many changes since the last time I've been there that I feel old now. It's the kind of feeling that just overwhelmes you and you think "Holy shit, what the hell is going on here?!"
Walking into Zouk seemed normal enough, but things started to change when we tried to do a roundabout Phuture. We couldn't bloody go in cos we paid at Zouk. What the bloody hell is up with that?! That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. It's not as if Phuture has always been that exclusive or anything. The only bloody exclusive thing about it now is that it's filled with those mats and their bloody mat yoyos. Is this a bloody conspiracy to fleece them of 3 bucks more so that eventually in the long run they'll be so poor they'll have to pool money just for one person to go in or is it targeted to seperate the races. In a case such like this I feel pissed because we pay money to go into the main club and we're refused entry into a smaller subsidiary just because it's overcrowded with the bloody dregs of society. Having those arses in there doesn't make it bloody exclusive! The management seriously needs to rethink their strategy. Ok, granted, not all of these orang lauts are as bad as I presume them to be, but hey, I'd rather be safe than sorry. Of course, there are always exceptions. Analogously, there are rapists who are not really rapists. They just had a little voice inside their heads which nibbled at their frontal lobe telling them "Go rape.. you will enjoy it." Right.
That really made me feel old enough, not knowing of a change like that. Well, at least it shows that my money has been well-spent somewhere else. Now that's a little consolation. So we made our way back to Member's and I ordered a Tiger from the tap. It came in this little itsy-bitsy glass. I asked if I could have it in the normal mug instead cos obviously it's a lot less beer. Well, it seems they don't serve them in mugs anymore. What the hell, but I give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe, just maybe, mugs have been stolen from Phuture and now Zouk doesn't have anymore left, or maybe too many mugs have been broken in fights at Phuture. However, I honestly think that the former is more probable.
Lastly, the clubbers at Mambo are getting younger and younger. I hate to say that I'm getting older and older, but we all know that that's the case. Barely legal. Yeah, that's the term. Barely friggin legal.
On a happier note, at least I got to see Derrick try to dress up his image with an ear stud on his right lobe. Honestly, I never got the deal about which side is gay and what not. Who in the world stated that in the first place?! But it was nice just seeing him freak out cos this apparently was the second time he's worn it on the right. The first time was at the gym. He should follow me to the gym, he'll never make it out alive. At best he'll be in a wheelchair for a month. Next time, I'm hitting Liquid Room or somewhere else that I'm more familiar with. Once I can dance on both legs, of course.
Till next time, goodbye world.
No More Seamen!
Take that, you mudder!
You know how it is when you read about the adventures that all the fishermen have out at sea, and you just can't wait to try your hand at it in the hope that one day you can retire and live out the rest of your life peacefully hauling in trout, salmon and maybe even a giant tortoise who'd give you the winning combination to that weekend's lottery? Well I've always clung to that dream, but today it was crushed. Like testicles in the throbbing hands of an ogre. Crushed.
A few hours ago a few of us rang up the idea of going prawn fishing at Marina South. This was my virgin attack on the mysteries of prawn fishing, so naturally I was pretty excited.
The first line was dropped, and a short while later there was a tug. I never expected prawns to be that strong. It came as a real shock, almost like someone tugging at your underwear in the hope of giving you a mega wedgy. When it hits, you just don't really know what to do. The natural reaction is obviously to just pull away and scream, "Whoa that was close!" I digress. Anyway, somehow we managed to reel that scummy crawly thing in, and into the basket it went, without it's claws of course.
By the end of the night, I had learned that you have to give the prawn some leeway, letting it slowly nibble its condemned miserable life away. You couldn't just jump and race away and hope to hook it. In my mind there is really no correlation between prawn fishing and getting a wedgy anymore. But it was too little too late. The catch for the night between two rods was only 21, a miserable number really. Anyhow, I'm hoping that we got a few prawn families tonight, leaving a few little wankers orphaned even. Hell, I don't really give a rat's ass, those miserable crustaceans can weep and haggle at each other's claws for all i care. I paid good money for this.
Well, with a total catch of 21 amongst us, I hardly think any of us will ever make it as fishermen, slowly chugging along the coast hauling in little splattering fish. Time to look for another profession.
Till next time, goodbye world.
This is my best bud the buttsy Butcha aka My Name Is Andrew... muahahah the wonders of my hobby... Googling
Dirty Little Lies
Lying is so commonplace, so stop making a big deal of it!
I just got off the phone with Da Butcha aka My Name Is Andrew, and the issue of people lying came up. We figured that lying has always been seen as something you just don't do. However, our society, on the other hand, has gone on to justify lying into categories, the merciful and forgiveable White Lie, and the outright Scum of the Earth Lie. Society has widely accepted that while the White Lie may still be wrong in the technical sense, it actually has a good ripple effect, so many are forced to accept it, with great regret of course since they are highly moral beings.
But I however, feel that a lie is a lie, and there are always ways to avoid lying by using the intelligence gained from education (since innate intelligence will produce methods that even scientists will have a hard time figuring out), i.e. the logic of intelligence which we have learned after years of hard work and reading, to tactfully put forth an answer, rather than choosing to justify a White Lie. BUT I am not an opponent of lying. There are ways to go around it, but I do lie, and I believe that we shouldn't be ashamed of it. We should shred the notion of having to be ashamed of yourself when caught lying. Instead, celebrate it and admit it!
Everyone lies, even your government. You have to believe a lighter that tells you that! You can't discount it, especially with the pretty prints. So the next time you're caught lying by someone who wants you to feel remorse, just reply, "I lied, yes. But I never asked you to believe it. If I asked you to eat my shit you eat my shit ah? You stupid or what?!" Then with a little grunt of disapproval, walk away smiling, in celebration of your newfound freedom. Da Butcha aka My Name Is Andrew will concur with that.
Till next time, goodbye world.
Beware The Fat Indian Boy
Yesterday evening started out normal enough. I met up with 5 friends for a buffet in Tampines, which had a good spread but wasn't all that good. However, considering that we paid around 20 bucks each and totally pigged out, I guess the experience wasn't all that bad either.
After dinner we attempted to hone our skills at snooker, and then I left them to meet up with the Pungent and the Fat Indian Magician. It was a mind-blowing experience.
At first this Fat Indian Magician tried to lie by saying that he hadn't carried a pack of cards with him, since I've been pestering him to show us a trick for the longest time. I don't think I'll be pestering him anytime soon though. Ahh.. then came the point whereby we actually found a pack of cards. It was either a trick or his cards being burnt. Oh, and yes, I also put him on a guilt trip by saying that for one whole year I waited to get out just to see him perform me a trick. After much jousting, Fat Indian Magician finally gave in, obviously only cos he was willing to, and performed two card tricks for us. I think we've probably seen them before. They're not new tricks or anything, but somewhere along the same lines.
Fat Indian Magician went on to tell us about how he had increased his repertoire of tricks to include mind-fucking and hypnotism. And fuck with my mind he did. With Pungent and I holding hands (yah this sounds a bit wrong), he started rattling off about how I had to close my eyes now, take a deep breath and relax. Fat Indian Magician held me on the wrist, and asked me to count the number of times he touched me after letting go of my wrist. I counted twice. Unless Pungent's a complete liar, Fat Indian Magician didn't touch me at all. He in fact touched Pungent twice on the exact same spots.
This was mind-blowing enough, but then we realised that we really didn't know the Fat Indian Magician at all. If he wanted to, he had the power to take over the world! He had more power than Pinky and The Brain to do severe damage to his friends and those other less conspicuous people. Hence, people, beware the Fat Indian Boy. He's grown up into a weapon of MASS destruction.
Till next time, goodbye world.
Thanks To All Of You
Well then, today was not a very good day, evidently. I'm still affected by what happened this afternoon, and I don't think I'll be able to get over it until I'm forgiven. Well, I certainly hope that is so.
However, it's nice to know that when you're upset and troubled there'll always be a certain few friends who know exactly how to cheer you up. In fact, these friends of mine are such an integral part of my life that I don't think I'll ever stop loving them, no matter where we end up on the globe.
It's times like these that really jolt me back to reality and make me appreciate my friends that little bit more - the way they behave, the things they do, the things they say. All the laughter and tears tie in to really make my life that little bit more enjoyable. Thanks a lot guys.
I'm glad that they're there for me, as I am for them. I miss the crankiness that comes out of our conversations, and thank goodness for the internet. Now we have records of these conversations. Intonations are assumed and volume has to be represented by punctuation, but it still makes for good memories. For all of you to enjoy, these are the quotes of the day. (I'm gonna get killed for this, but he'll forgive me cos eventually I know where he lives! :P)
1. So i friend you you must friend me back then we can friendster lah?
2. I tell you before already, if i ever jio ah long ah long come my house ah long die.
3. You go tell pple i borrow money from ah long you think pple believe ah?
Till next time, goodbye world.
I just fucked up a friendship with a friend this afternoon, and she refuses to talk to me anymore, telling me to fuck off and deleting me from her msn. I don't think I've felt this shitty in a long time. Fuck me. Fuck this blog and fuck whatever fucked up things are fucking up.
Inked, With Pride
Somehow or rather all my friends do not appreciate the beauty of the tattooed body. I cannot fathom why this is so, and of course they cannot fathom why I am so. It has to work both ways.
In any case, I've been telling my friends about the ideal woman that I want to marry. Well, not really ideal, but rather a fantasy of sorts. If I ever meet a girl with a full sleeve tattoo, or better still two full sleeves and a full back, I'll pester her every single day to marry me. Of course, there still has to be some stipulations. She CANNOT be someone's grandmother. She CANNOT be attached to a friend of mine. She DOES NOT need to be drop-dead gorgeous, for I am not that particular about looks, plus the fact that her tattoos already make her beautiful, and also the fact that I have to replace my mirrors almost every time I look into them. Not vey demanding, is it?
I guess it's rather difficult to seek out a fantasy like that. My parents, for one, will be so freaked out they'll probably never speak to me again, or at least never speak to the missus. I wonder how it would be like to be a couple like that in Singapore.
Obviously, our generation has grown to be more tolerant and even accepting of tattoos that it has become a mainstream fashion statement. The young chic Singaporean more often than not has a small little (well size is relative) tattoo tucked away underneath the cloak. It is also common to see people displaying their tattoos in more prominent places on their bodies. However, apart from a lot of gangsters and punks, or so they assume themselves to be, it is rare to find people who have such love for this art of body modification that their tattoos scream out from underneath their clothing. Respectable half sleeves, full sleeves, or full body suits are relatively hard to come by. I say respectable because all these gangsters and punks who sport full body tattoos have no pride in their bodies. Rather than be concerned with how their bodies are modified to look better, all they care about is how covered their bodies are.
Are our people ready to evolve? Are they ready to accept more extreme body modifications?
Of course, like all controversial issues, there will always be different sides. Some welcome the lifestyle even though they do not sport tattoos of their own while others just shun it. With the Asian tattooing industry burgeoning, it will be interesting to document the reactions of the various age groups and cultures. In any case, it would be gratifying to see our acceptance and tolerance levels equal that of Western nations. In my perspective, it will not be armageddon if that day ever comes, although some people would burn me on the stake for thinking so.
Granted, it is fair to be wary of the tattoo community, for many tattooed individuals were bikers, gang members and those disease-carrying sailors. However, today's generation more or less accepts the fact that anyone could sport tattoos. People from all wallks of life are getting inked, be it for the simple fashion statement or for the actual love of the art. It will be hard to believe that in a decade or two tattoos will still be frowned upon. Just for the record, the tattoo community does not churn out bad hats. It's society that gives a bad connotation to tattoos, and somehow these rotten apples pick up on that, and get inked just to show the world that they ARE indeed the dregs of society. It is a vicious cycle, and until society changes its perception, sadly, the stigma will always remain.
However, I truly believe that this will change, and in future my imaginary fairy-tale wife and I will be able to walk down the street peacefully, knowing that we are not topics of the hush-hush whispers that follow our trail.
Till next time, goodbye world.
Apolitical
I just remembered to blog this down. I was talking to Lau May last night, and I made a note to write this, but somehow I've been so busy literally limping around the whole day I haven't had time to. Till now.
Well, I was at Si Beh Lor temple on Sunday, and the crowd there was enormous! The last time I visited the temple area was months ago, and somehow I never remembered it being this crowded. Anyhow, I was on crutches, trying to make my way through the crowd so that I could find a place to sit, but I had the toughest time sqeezing my way through the crowd. People just refused to give way to a temporary cripple. There were people cutting into my path, people knocking me all over the place from all directions! It's disgraceful how our present generation is so ill-mannered that they don't even have the decency to give some leeway for a temporary cripple to walk. And these people were not first generation uneducated Singaporeans. They're the 20 somethings to 40 somethings. It's alarming how all the years of the stupid Singa preaching his courtesy campaign has all come to shites.
My disappointment culminated in shame a couple of hours later when an old lady held the door open for me. It made me realise how education has not helped the graciousness of younger Singaporeans. In the States, while I was making my way to an exam on crutches, an American stopped by the road and gave me a lift to the exam hall, even though it was in the opposite direction. At first, being the shy Singaporean, I refused, since I found out that he was going for a paper as well. I knew that it was a chore to look for a parking space during exams. However, he insisted, and I took the ride. When I got to the exam hall, people helped me with the seats, and they actually gave up some space to move the chairs so that I could take the exam comfortably. Sometimes, Americans can be cocky and pretentious, but this was certainly not one of those occasions.
Comparing the two scenarios, I really feel that our nation needs to grow up. The trial and error of our education sytem is not helping; the phony courtesy campaigns are not helping. What has happened to us such that we have grown up to be such a selfish nation? It certainly did not stem from the first generation, since I've had the most help from them in my current state of physical challenge. Why has this supposed world-class (this is not my opinion by the way) education system not met its aim: to educate Singaporeans into better people? Do Singaporeans have any pride at all? Americans can be arrogant by some standards, but maybe it's just that they have pride: personal, state and national. Have all the peripheral issues of money, education and competition clouded our looking glass such that we do not feel the need to nurture ourselves as a nation? This is beyond me, really, but I thought the all-knowing men-in-white might have known what they were doing. Evidently, they do not, and we're just a nation of experiments. We're just ghosts.
I AM proud to be a Singaporean, but I'm not proud of the way our country is developing. I want to get away not because I hate this country, but I detest the times that we're living in, and I know that I cannot change these things. I do not have the ability to, but I know people who do. Unfortunately, many of them are as disillusioned as I am. Sad to say, the only ones who have stuck through it all are being watched closely by the ISD. Kudos to you men-in-white! You've outdone yourselves once again. You've managed to keep the people within the barriers. Change will never occur if the equilibrium is not disturbed.
Print your fingers child
and jail yourself
It tags you
Follows you closely
Watches your fledgling movements
with utmost suspicion
Controls implemented
The path is now paved
But is there another way?
Fight, child
with desperation
For wages, a job, a life
Now pass on, child
The time is now
Make way, you're forgotten!
For your time was yesterday
Now was that the only way?
Oh, symbol of governance
Symbol of hope
Symbol of nirvana
You promised us!
You nurtured us!
You used to be so...
Please, tell me
When did you lose your way?
Till next time, goodbye world.
The Great Singapore Hike
Oh yeah, just remembered. 9 buckaroos 50 for a friggin movie?!?!? What the hell are the theatres trying to do?! Watching a movie is the one decent thing to do with your equally bored friends, apart from sitting at a kopitiam, and not feel like it's some affluent lifestyle luxury wadevayoumacallit. Now there's only Yishun dam, the kopitiam, and billiard split 4 ways.
I haven't bought a cup of coffee from any of the con-job coffee joints for more than a month. Ok I don't really drink coffee. Ouch my knee hurts from billiards. But I swear I'm going to perfect using my crutches as a rest!
Oh Derrick's back from Liverpool! Met up with him and Arthur for coffee at Starbucks. He was the only one who ordered. So shout out to Derrick! Hellooo Derrick! Welcome home from Liverpool!! The Champions of Europe!!!! YEEEEAAAAHHH!!!
K sorry for using you like that Derrick. I really just wanted to cheer Pool again ahahahha.
I'm sleepy lah guys. Look at the time. There's no one really awake even on my MSN. They're all on Away.. much like me haha.
Till next time, goodbye boring world.
The Integrated Us
Today Le Pooch brought up a very strong point about human behaviour. The past few days, I've been home nursing my very swollen knee, and I've had quite a lot of time to observe Le Pooch going through his daily routine. When there's nobody at home apart from me, he's quiet and docile, shunning away from all the annoying behaviour that makes him a brat, for example peeing on the tv and digging up the trash. However, once there are people at home, and he knows he can get away with more mischief cos Mum pampers him, he becomes a skanky bitch of a dog, a real wanker. He pees in the house even though we leave the front door open for him, he digs up the trash, he runs around the room messing things up. I feel that maybe he's trying to say, "Hey look at me! All of you are right here, but nobody's talking to me. Take some pee and shove it up where the sun don't shine!"
This made me realise that this is what we as the supposed beings on the top of the food chain do as well. When we feel threatened or neglected, we do things to force the limelight back on us.
When driving along the road, there are some users who would rather tailgate with horns blaring and headlights flashing than simply overtake the car on the left. Of course, the basic theory of driving told us that it's the wrong thing to do, but really now.
When we're placed in a scene with people we don't know well, we're inclined to do things to draw attention to ourselves, be it good or bad.
However, when we're by ourselves or with close company, all these behaviours disappear. We're quiet, almost at peace, and docile.
Why is there this need to constantly prove something? Who or what are we actually proving something to?
Some might argue that this need is more innate than learnt. It stems from our instincts for survival, no matter how the world evolves. If so, does this mean that we can never live in peace with one another? Must we always be competitive, antagonistic or sometimes even belligerent, just to simply stay in the game?
I realise that this behaviour is so ingrained in all of us that it has become accepted as innate, but in my utopia people still have a chance to be devoid of want for attention, of the need to retaliate whenever threatened. Surely some must realise that constant attention-seeking or baring of teeth cannot be good in the long run. Surely some must realise that if people worked together it might lead to a greater leap in all our endeavours. Alas, I will never get to prove that the cogs of my utopia will crank along smoothly like clockwork.
I am one of those who contribute to this cycle, I admit, but it doesn't mean that I like it this way. There are too many people jumping up and down screaming, "Look at me or I'll pee on your couch!" Maybe one day, when we don't feel threatened by each other anymore, only then might my utopia be realised.
Till next time, goodbye world.
A Serving Of Hope Perhaps?
I woke up in pain this morning, the stench of Bagel's breath on my face. He was fighting with me for a little space on the sleeping bag. I admit, it is my fault after all, since he usually sleeps there, and it seems like I'm invading his space.
Anyhow, boredom got the better of me as I decided to sit at my terminal and brood over my future yet again. I realised that I really want to go back to the States to finish my education, and hopefully even live there. I've gotten used to the life back here, but somehow there's just this part of me that can never let go of how much more I enjoyed the weather, the air, the banal but at the same time exciting experiences of the States.
And so, with nostalgia fleeting through me, I started searching for student loans, and prospective schools that I could apply to. I wrote emails asking this and that. I made notes and calculations and lists of pros and cons. Finally, I sat back, and I was bruised and battered. The fees are too high, financial aid limited, and I don't even know if the schools will accept me.
It was fitting then that I met Butcher aka "My name is Andrew" on MSN, who provided me with these words of wisdom when I told him my plans of borrowing from a loan shark, politically called illegal money-lenders.
"Ah long got 100 thousand no need be ah long already lah.
If ah long got 100 thousand he open ktv already sial.
Buy minah, cheap cheap 5 dollar, buy 3 get 2 free."
Let's hope that MUIS will not render this butcher illegal in the eyes of Islam and continue to give his stall the sticker of approval.
So, with a heavy heart, I leaned back and opened the downloaded illegal dvd-ripped copy of Finding Neverland. It is one of the most beautiful shows I've watched in a long time. Of course, some people might remember me saying the same thing about Million Dollar Baby and The Sea Inside. What can I say, it's tough making choices. However, I watched this movie at the right time. Just when I felt discouraged, this beautiful tale of an everlasting life of imagination and hope lifted me up again.
It dawned on me that even if I had to be trapped in this island city for the rest of my life, at least I had an imagination to play around with, an imagination to write with, an imagination with which to help me escape.
Till next time, goodbye world.
Star Wards: Revenge Of The Killer Nurse
I went in for my operation on Wednesday, and it was really an experience. Right now I'm still suffering from the three holes drilled into my knee, but other than that I'm happy to be home. Of course, I'm resting and not running about.. yet.
On my way to the operating theatre, I caught sight of a nurse with an extremely good figure. The first thought that came to mind was "Well, she probably doesn't look too good from the front." But then she turned around, and oh how wrong I was.
She caught me gawking at her, and gave me the sweetest smile. At that point I must have looked like a real idiot with my gaping mouth and shell-shocked expression. What an idiot!! Why can't I be like those anime dudes who just ignore the prettiest girls, and still get them! Hmmm, well there are a dozen reasons for that I know, so there's no need to shout them out to me. Bastards all of you.
Anyway, she walked past me and I was till gawking. The heavy nurse wheeling me just laughed at my expression. Yes it was truly an embarrassing moment for me. Of course, I soon forgot about her when I got to the theatre.
i was given morphine for my general anesthetic, and since I've NEVER taken morphine before in my life, really, it gave me such a good LEGAL (yeah fuck you CNB) high that I fought to stay awake. I think it was rather obvious since my eyes were wide open and I was just staring at all the blue and green scrubs around me. What a feeling! Unfortunately, this didn't last long, and I slipped off into darkness.
This is the second time I've undergone general anesthesia, and up till now I still can't seem to remain conscious in my unconsciousness. I thought that by anticipating it, I would be able to dream during the operation and have an outer body experience or something, a la Sightings. The last thing I heard was someone saying "We're going to give him morphine throughout right?" which was replied with an affirmative. The next thing I felt was cold. Freezing cold.
I was shivering as I woke up. Somehow the temperature had dropped tremendously. The first thing that came to mind was how it wasn't possible that I was experiencing morphine withdrawal, since I'd only taken it probably an hour or so before.
And then I saw her. The Hot Nurse! She brought me back to my bed, and all throughout she was just chatting and laughing and smiling. What a cute girl! Well, at least I found out that her name's Amanda Tan, and that she's Chinese-French. Almost like Bagel. I hope that when I go back for my next operation she'll still be there. =P
Oh I have some friends back in Singapore, while others are coming back soon. It's a good time to be on MC.
Till next time, goodbye world.
The Return To Innocence
Butcher aka "My name is Andrew" and I were talking about the restrictions that they have on smoking and it's smokers. We agree that people start smoking for a variety of reasons.
Especially when they're young and impressionable, they might start because their friends think it's cool to smoke. However, Butcher aka "My name is Andrew" refuses to acknowledge that this might be a possibility. He refuses to admit that he was pulled into this web of tar and nicotine because he thought at first that it was cool to smoke. Well then, Butcher aka "My name is Andrew", what other reasons would there be?
I still maintain that smokers are all cool. Standing outside in the hot sun, perspiration clamouring down the side of your legs and arm pits, you strike the smoker pose, and enjoy the cigarette. How cool is that!!!!!!!
And we also agreed on one thing. If smoking is really that bad for your health, and I do believe it is, the government should just stop with their bullshit "let's raise the prices so the kids can't afford it" tactics. Just ban the friggin thing. It'll make life easier for everyone, even the kids, who struggle with the how cool smoking is. They've got to come to terms with it. It IS cool, but it makes you breathless, unfit, and it stains your fingers and teeth. Just one of the many decisions to be made in everyday life.
Till next time, goodbye world.
