MeinBereich went offline for about 20 hours a few days ago.
Less news about me.
Its not you, it's me. (It's you.)
I figured that i needed some control online so what better way than to cut cut cut cut and cut some more?
Of course, with the sudden disappearance of this blog everyone who knows will know that it's the end.
But just like any other human being I'll appear somewhere somehow doing something the guys dont expect.
I think that if it comes to the point whereby you have to ask around or read a blog to find out how your supposedly close friend is doing then I think... your social mindset is as right as a bent dick. The phone is there - why are you even hesitating to ask him directly?
Whether it's writing stories, online chatting, playing games or just plain living, if you're not moving forward, you're wasting your time.
Exactly why i hate people who just dont get how to move forward in conversations.
Friend: "Then in my village i can see ducks walking in one line... haha.. from big to small.."
Idiot: "Really?.. ducks?"
Friend: "Ya... they line up form big to small walking beside me."
Idiot: "hahaha so cute... "
Pause...
Idiot: "Really ar? ducks..."
Friend: "Ya la..."
Idiot: "hahaa.. so cute.. serious?"
My friend was relating stories of his little village in India and i found it very interesting what with the ducks and farm animals and palm-oil generators but the idiot robbed it of its value and spoiled the experience for all of us.
It's obvious the idiot doesnt have anything to say or add to it but he's just molesting the topic; as if the attention and energy audiences are giving to the story would be diverted to him and, ultimately, his ego somehow.
Ive been following up on American politics and the war in the Middle East for about a few months now.
Bush has effectively started a major war on the west side of the globe and though I'm angry at that silly man and the little gay English people I wasnt feeling in danger or anything.
Just hoping for Nov 7th... tha'ts if the polling booths are working...
But one day in the middle of the night in Singapore Mr. Bush just had to go over to Pakistan, look at President Pervert... err.. i mean Pervez... and say,"j00 n00bshit! j00 are hiding Ostama!"
and then all the yada yada yada comes about in true Bush Administration fashion and congratulations... the war is coming to asia.
Then suddenly... in the dark corners of the room.. a short man with a cauliflower on his head comes out and goes, "Waaaaaaa..."
Really? Personally yeah okay why not let us asians band together and rid Mr.Bush and the gay English people it's about time anyways but Kim jong Il???
i dont know what his problem is - probably not getting some - but he's like that fat chinese kid in the playground with little slits for eyes goig about with his breasts and ice cream all over the face. He comes in, sees other kids with their friends, forces himself inbetween them and think that's the way to make friends....
... like how some people still do now... even though they're 18... in JC.. and with a girlfriend... ya noe what i mean?
Kim Jong Il in his cutest.
err... so does anyone know how N. Korea attained its uranium? Hint: The same way Saddam got it.
It’s easy to understand when you realize I’m a self-centered stubborn douchebag. My prejudice attitude runs deep in my veins. All thanks to my encounters with evil, manipulative self absorbed people.
The way I work is like this:
“It’s either you’re with us.. or you’re with the terrorists.”
Cheesy yeah well done Mr. Bush but in other words – there IS no grey area.
But I believe my pride isn’t blind.
And its all for good….
… for you.
Within the past 6 years my temper has been cut from “god-like” to “barking-mad-pug-faced-dog.”
Not everyone can listen to my yada yada.
I can be cheeky.. fun… funny… whatever you wanna call it. But every single time I start to put my feet on the floor I see people starting to run.
Are you scared?
Do I make you uncomfortable?
Did I shock you with the things I said?
Then why do you stare at me with that face? Why do you give me that uncomfortable look? Why are you lost for words?
Quite recently a few questions have been raised on the probability of me having a…. say… “split personality.”
For the record… it’s not “split personality”. Take this instead – you call your friend a fuckhead in his face. Now try the same attitude with Mr.Nathan. I’ll see you Jerusalem if you succeed.
I’m tired of all these. I’m tired of a lot of things.
We’re not complex. Its just that some try to be simpler.
We’re simple… but trying to make the simple simpler will only un-simplify the simple.
Get what I mean?
I just killed a friend recently. And the dead don’t come back to life.
But somewhere deep behind my head… or maybe it was my ass…
… I just hope someone could realize why there’s the occasional muscle spasm, raging temper, forceful blows, brutal humiliation and vulgar language… as of late. I noticed my eyes have turned more yellow/reddy with all those little red lines apppearing.
My friends are… let me put it bluntly… soft. It’s not all of them, no. People like Aik are strong people.
The others?.... I could bring a willing person from school to break their necks and they’d gladly lie down for him to do it.
I was playing pool at AMK with the other three guys (surprise!) when my phone rang.
Tharik, who’s ever undermining the very radius of my social circle, whispered loudly to Henry going, “THAT must be Sly calling….” And he giggles like the little butch he is. background: Tna hates me going out with people he doesnt know.
I talked on the phone… said “yeah”, “uhhuh”, “maybe” and “lei mak tong guo lei chiam seh….” And put down the phone.
“Eh this Saturday I going Sly’s house.”
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Last Saturday was uncle larry’s bday and what other good way for fangirls to use that reason to go to Sly’s house and see him in all his skeleton-skinny glory!
Tsk tsk tsk…. Somebody needs to build muscle….
His house is located *somewhere* in Jurong and I see that the haze is as bad as it is in the west to the north.
Trivia: Indonesia is twice as big as M’sia and Singapore combined and the government control is twice as dumb.
I’ve always found myself as being “the only malay” during gatherings and parties. Not that I really bother… since that line is always complimented with a, “but you dun look malay leh ur eyes/nose/mouth/skin/voice/actions/clothing….”
Just yesterday at the Hari Raya bazaar below GV the Chinese lady behind the counter asked me what race I belonged to. I made a slip of the tongue and went, “Chinese” and she totally ate it up.
The next time someone asks me I’m gonna say, “Human” because to be honest…. ethnicity isn’t race.
So yada yada yada…. Ting was always there to make me horny.
Let's blind the turtle with our camera flashes!
This is Ting… and yes… whats up with the pink headband you big girl? You were all black-n-hot and suddenly that thing pops out of nowhere….
Anyways, this heap of a buffalo was playing with Sly’s terrapins and I was looking elsewhere when the bloody turtle flew and went “SPLAT” right infront of my leg. I turned to her and she was doing the “OOOOSHHHITTT” look.
Note to Sly: She threw your turtle!
Im not gonna give a bloated review about his room so there. Here’s some fun stuff I saw.
I don’t how many… but omg there were guitars lying all over the place! Behind his bed, on the floor, stacked on the rack, the one with the spiral design that keeps appearing in magazines….
HUGE amplifiers one side, him playing on the other, his friend doing some weird stuff on it….
Posters everywhere~~~~~ couldn’t miss that.
AwARDS! From the Presidnets star charity to the platinum award thing for successfully selling thirty thousand copies of his album and etc…
Hallo Mr. Nathan!
Ting’s favourite thing…. A lamp reading SEX IN PROGRESS. She’s so proud of it cause she bought it.
So now we know… ahem ahem….
Oh and yeah… Stacie…
she.. has… long… legs….
Great fun for the day. Caught up with all the aunties and uncles that I missed. Got acquainted with Sly’s mom. Saw the dog. Saw the two PS2s. But mostly talking to people while Sly was in his room playing on his piano for the girls.
Sly did a little performance on the piano; an instrument he just start learning. Taufik got owned halfway through this clip.
Ting and Sly then left for Dragonfly (Official Opening’s this Friday, okay?) after that and so I took a cab back to Yishun, taxi driver and I scolding the culprits of the haze…
The happy family + the boyfriend.
I was so full of zest. I met Tharik… bombarded him with so many names of people he doesn’t know and showed my pictures and yada yada yada-ed all night long at BK. Who has the small social circle now? It’s not only medium-sized… it’s DEEP!
Throughout the night I kept poking at Aik (he doesn’t fancy Sly… probably because we keep poking fun at him looking like Sly… the fact that they are both BoA fans doesnt help either.) giving messages like…
I dont now whether its the weather, the sun, that new Durex Play that i bought or these Russian drugs ive been sniffing...
but i've been thinking a lot.
I'm kinda getting sick of it all. Sick of a lot of things.
I dont feel like hanging out. I dont feel like grooming myself. I dont feel like i need a girlfriend anymore. I dont feel the need to spend my money. I dont feel like talking to my friends...
i dont know which screw of mine went lose... but i've been thinking of quitting school as well.
Maybe go straight to NS, get it over and done with then leave Singapore.
Huh, what, leave Singapore?
I mean.. yeah... i think i need to leave this country.
Call me disloyal.. call me an idiot... call me Ostama bish Laben... i've no energy left to retaliate.
Come to think of it i havent been staying in Singapore for half my life. It's only been six years....
Having been working, out in the public, meeting the layman of the country... i've just gotten so tired and sick of everything. The dialogue. The tone. The speech. The action. The mindset. Particularly the mindset.
I'm alreayd halfway through FSV... a year and a half more and i'm out. Quitting now and ive been wasting my money. Staying through it may not be so productive either.
But i feel like my passion is dying. I couldnt care less about the art scene or the cinema of contemporary times. It all (media and the arts) just seems so superficial.
Having had a quick dip into the art scene of Singapore i've met countless numbers of air-headed baby boys who call themselves "artists" who fill up all the empty spaces of their head with quotes from some great man like, "A line is everything in the world....". Oooo... now lets see you show us you understood that.
Even within my close social circle i'm beginning to find myself conciously slicing away, trimming bits and pieces of relationships. I dont know why. It's like for some reason it seems the right thing to do.
My phone is off. My msn is dead. My email just gave birth last week and it sure isnt to a pretty baby girl. I'm not even sure if it is a girl....
I gotta sit down further and see if i should sign that course withdrawal form.
I've had the opportunity, thanks to Ting, to be part of Dragonfly's soft launch yesterday night. I hooked up with some of the Sly fans along with uncle Larry and Sly’s sister as well.
Obviously photos come wherever i go. What else is new?
Dragonfly's Sly's new workplace, so to say, for the next six month where he'll be performing every Monday, Wednesday and Friday night.
Sly kicked off his first set of performance with Suo yi, An jing and ... another song.
He's screaming,"WHO WANTS MY BILLABONG SWEATER?!". Err can i raise my hand? Situated right before the start of the Sentosa bridge former St. James powerstation will definitely call in a huge crowd. Just last night with only 2 rooms open and with limited access, the entire carpark was full and the so were the rooms.
Those who hear shall believe; his vocal's have taken a great leap forward.
Err…. Btw anyone noe who’s that guitarist behind him? Looks like one of Sheryl’s My-Most-Likely-Boyfriends or something.
Second part of the performance had him singing a duet with another mando pop (did i mention Dragonfly is targeting the chinese market?) lady singer who, as Ting says,"Has a beautifully powerful voice."
"This is how i work out.... I dont think it's working..."
pretty much explains the outfit. 0.0 awesome song, btw.
Sly’s performance is just part of a whole big troupe or veteran mando-pop performers. As they came up one by one Ting came along beside me with her little tube top and her fair smooth skin and shiny long black hair every now and then and told me who is this this this.
Out of 100 words she said to me, I could only hear 11; the 6-foot bass speakers were right above me. :(
i came home deaf.
A troop of belly dancers… and they sing Chinese!
Beware though…if blubbering fat dancers is not your idea of eroticism, refrain from watching! Singer was hot though….
Mr. Andy Lau? An awesome performer, right on Singapore soil!
Another performer whom I don’t know… but her voice is one hell of a…… sibeh tok kong!
At the same time I saw a few of those Superstar/Star Idol participants going around with their dyed hair and stuff.
Then i thought i saw JJ Lin....
.... turned out it was the projector playing his music videos....
Sitting through the performances I suddenly realized the guys who were seated right beside me were part of the troupe… well they did come on stage and play the instruments…
When Hype records terminated their deal with Sly… some thought that’s the end. Some thought, “Oooo Singapore idol… that’s just the way it is!” But you and I know that Sly, along with all the other contestants… have moved on from Singapore idol and are doing what they are doing as professionals…
Montage of last night's performances. Just listen to the lady sing!
And I honestly do believe that Sly has found his place right here in Dragonfly. I mean yeah… Xiang long… Dragon… Fly…. Sly… Not bad what…
I liked the atmosphere of Dragonfly. It's cool, dark and entertaining. The crowd was definitely mature and i heard it's gonna be a bit bigger than MOS, with 9 rooms instead of 6. I think this club would shoot far, IMO, what with Sentosa nearby and all.
My regards to Sly and well-wishes into his new venture.
