Wednesday, January 11, 2006
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It’s been raining these few days. I’m loving it…. 
The job interview got postponed till tml afternoon. I’m loving it…
This building has the weirdest map ive ever seen, and it’s on its pillars… 
The rainy days have made a lot of people dull. Seems like they all hate rain or sth like that (cmon… it’s winter!).
I thought it became a problem today cos no one seems to be working….
Closed…
Closed…
Someone should tell the lady that she doesn’t need a pay phone….
Closed closed closed!!!
Then it struck me… it’s a public holiday! Geez… I need to start looking at the calendar.
Cecil road was so draggy….
Lol..
Found this nifty shop as I walked to orchard (yup… from raffles place to orchard… it was so cool that I DON’T wanna do it again.)
Candy Bouquets….
That must be the owner…hur hur…
Wheelchair Teddy pushed the window too far out.
Off I went to the bridge near the Supreme Court.(which is… what.. just beside me?)
And looked at some ber-dang-dangs….
And….
Someone’s been bored….
Finally, I got to raffles place, proper. Such a stark contrast to the dead town on the other side of the bridge; Funan was bustling with big boobs and computer nerds today. The rain didn’t stop fat cheeks from donning spaghetti straps. Heh… fat keeps us warm, eh?
I find this advertisement very spooky.
Yeah, they have one really huge one at the junction of Funan as well. But… why is it spooky?
Just look…
Geez man… shave! We dun wanna know the hair texture of your pubic area….urgh…
I walked somemore… sianz… to SMU… that so called “Garden in the city”. Yeah.. they’ve successfully turned it into the hanging gardens of Babylon or sth. Someone please trim the plants! They remind me of nappy hair!
Then.. uh oh… I heard sth….
Someone was sobbing. Sam (the cam) went up and ready….
I turned around…
The sound came from that direction… It was faint… it sounded…hurt…
I went closer…
And closer…
And closer…
Till…. I saw it..
Death…
A dead mice.
What the fuck?!
Someone needs brains, man. Around this bush there were only three places human beings would logically gather; YMCA, a construction site in its foundation stage and SMU the school of business where-they-use-computer-apparel-.-.-.-.-plenty-of-them-and-are-constanly-upgrading-to-meet-the-demands-of-contemporary-times..
Im just gonna leave it as if the construction workers got a new batch of optical mouse for their computers and didn’t need the old ones.
Then again….
You know how some Singaporean guys would buy stuffed toys for their loved ones on the very reason that they think it’s gonna make them look cuter or sth like and that their girlfriends will so adore the stuffed toys and be with him forever and ever and ever (in other words, being a loser..)? I mean… it’ll be fine if you’re like… fifteen? Still with baby fats and pin-straight hair and a lean skinny smooth bod…..but when you’re a DECADE older?
Some people push it too far…
Very far, indeed.
*on second thought, I think that’s a pillow…
Then there are those little corners of the country no one goes to…like the underpass near Park mall.
Either we’re outta the shadows or into the shadows.
I reached orchard road… like… an hour later. My ass hurts from all the walking. Talkin about ass….
Uh.. yeah… too young for you? Not for me! -.-
Went window shopping today. It’s been a while. I see that the fashion trend has changed; no more crap like bling-blings/blink-blinks/whatever-you-fucker or that. I see more casual jackets coming up and shirts. Whoo… we’re growing up! Seems like skateboarders have disappeared as well! Omg omg the roads are safe once more!
First up was Cineleisure.. looked at some cds.. bla bla (im gonna get that Superstar Remix Album…).. then across the road to Heeren, where I, and a thousand other people, encountered a dickhead…. on wheels!
The bloody traffic light’s five metres back! I got kay-poh and went back to the car to have a look at the driver. Must be a woman, I thought. It must be. Their perception of depth is so bad, put her on high heels and she’ll shout at you to put her down.
The driver was a woman. I win.
Takashimaya was next. Browsed through some books at Kinokuniya… seems like the craze for Jap culture still goes strong. In there I found plenty of books along the main aisle about kimonos, jap tradition… on one end of the bookstore there’s this whole section on LEARNING JAPANESE, complete with exercise books from kindergarden to business. Then I looked at the malay section and laughed my ass off. Also, there was this splurging on some game called… er.. sadako? No? that’s a ghost isn’t it?... suduko? Saduko? Sakuko? Bukuko? Bukake?
Anyone tried bukake mushrooms before? (hur hur….laughing, aren’t ya?…)
Before I left, I stood around at the main entrance and breathed in the air… the air Sly breathed… (lol okay that was a sick joke)
The lion stood proud at the gates of expensive shopping.
The cub doesn’t seem impressed….
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
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The day started weird for me.
Javis and I planned to go to school together, in his dad’s van (like old times, again).
So he said, “7:20, petrol station there.”
Okay fine… I went there early, got myself two mentos sticks, a pack of Peanut M&Ms and a bottle of green tea. Had that as breakfast, waiting for Vis, under my block.
At 7:45, the van appeared. Typical…Vis must be doing his hair again.
I got into the back of the van as quickly as I could cos some retard bus driver blasted his horn at my ass. It was rainin heavily, I was late, I had Sam in my camera bag and a couple standing beside the road could only look at me with scorn at my clumsiness (hey… so what if I don’t know how to climb into a van??). The door shut, I turned around and….
“Javis….?”
I looked around the small van…
“cb.. where are you?!”
Just then, my phone rang. Javis was on the line. He speaks…
“Eh you in the car already anot?”
“yarh, where you ar?”
“oh…. I fever….(sniff).. ”
“Freak you la! Then BOTH your parents send me to school for what?!”
So this morning I enjoyed an entire cargo space of a van, complete with aircon at full-blast and pink pillows to lie on, and a ride to school… with both of Vis’s parents in the front seat.
Wow… suddenly I’m family….
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Maybe my “period” is back again (you know, where I start looking for a female companion and/or I feel like im on cloud 9)….. but I thought I’d give myself a day of fun.
I think I’ll go for the Singapore Idol auditions on the 11th of February. Lol. (Joyce gave me the longest deadpan ever possible for a human being, of that height, when I told her about it..)
And after the auditions, go home and sleep.
Haha… can I sing? My dad sings… my sister ‘sings’ (horrendously.). And I sing to Henry and Jason sometimes… yeah ok so why not?
Oh ya... duh… I sing mandarin songs (sly and jay… woootz!!), that’s why. And oldies.
I can’t rap I can’t do a beat box with my arsehole and I can’t do that shaky-voice thingy. And im not so clear about the pop culture these days. The dawn of hip-hop and rap-crap (and drugs and smoking and posers-galore and bad fashion sense) lead me to shut myself from radio and “teenage life”.
Alright, I’ll crawl back into the hole I came out from. (yeah, that oyster...)
Maybe signing up with Fly Entertainment will be a better idea…
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Some company called me up just now. The lady on the phone introduced me to her company (forgot the name… think it was Verbatim or sth) and were specializing in nanotechnology and.. I dunno… I think it was something to do with aquariums and swimming pools but then again I think she said “preparation for the Olympic Games”.
She explained that I was shortlisted from a bunch of surveys which, I took part (yeah... didn’t mention that a guy came up to tianyu and me and asked us to do a survey on occupations and somesort that time at X!Capade.). Seems like I’ve been called up for a job interview. Whee… this is probably the first time I won something frm a lucky draw!
So okay, yeah, I thought, why not? I wasn’t really interested in the job, actually. She said that the company’s looking for ushers or sales executive and all that…. the very line of work that bores me. But hey… could turn out to be some really cool experience, eh?
Raffles Point, level 10, tml early afternoon. That’s what she said.
Actually, she said, “Orh… Lau Pa Sat there…”
“Lau Pa Sat?”
“Yarh…”
“Uh… im not so familiar with that name…. don’t you have a building?”
“orh (giggle)… Raffles Point.”
“Okay... (silence)…. Aren’t you gonna tell me what level?”
“uh.. sorri sorri…..Level ten.”
“ (silence)….. uhm…. Don’t you have a unit number or sth?”
“Orh no lorh cos the whole level is ours mah…”
“oh okay okay… alright i’ll be there tomorrow.”
“orh okay good good…. You gimme a call when you reach larh.”
Her voice was seductive, her giggling; cute. Her English…. Sibeh “WTF” man!
And she doesn’t seem so professional there… I had to prompt her for basic details.
This reminds me of that persistent NKF lady who keeps calling, asking me to collect another of their donation cards. Sweet voice, good and polite personality…. But the English was absurd…
Okay, no la…. Really, the first time the NKF lady called me, I thought someone from Geylang was on the line. The "Hello... do you find me sexy?" kind...
She was very professional, very polite, very clear……. For the beginning….
I started prompting her questions just for the sake of it and she started to lose all her clothes. Soon, I was talking to an ah lian…. Lol..
Oh well… I’ll go over tml for the job interview with Sam, my camera. Seems like I’ll be having fun.
Monday, January 09, 2006
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Eew.
These few weeks there has been two blogs that got set up that’s specifically for NVSS-related mumbo-jumbo; -NVSSgossips and that other one I cant remember but I knew it had something to do with voting which NVSS student has the best blog (oh please, who can beat Sheryl? She’s like Super-gong-woman with her sidekick, Lee Boon... and her tons of photos. Seems like her photoshop skills are getting better too.)
I did visit those sites and yeah... obviously, made by girls (or… one girl).
I was hoping for some interesting juicy gossips frm NVSSgossips but it seems like the blog-owner is an anti-social Joan of Arc.
NVSS can’t even produce a good blog. Pfft.
Lesson: you have NVSS as the headline in any of your works, you’re screwed.
*oh, april, please, do explain to me why the heck does your counter stats jump in number so quickly?!?! (212 views today!) …. Or maybe someone keeps refreshing their browser, eh? Lol you’re turning into XiaXue!
I think I’m gonna starting linking blogs, too.
Oh yeah... seems like my dad’s hotel got featured in kennysia.com. Nothing beats the overwhelming feeling I get when I see those oh-so-familiar hotels. Too bad im too cooped up here in Singapore to go back “home”.
Whee…
*edit. Seems like –nvssgossips closed down. Tagboard too filed with “you suck” tags, eh?
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The slow-moving fan sites of Sly are inching forward again. This is what I found.
Isn’t that the same old jacket he’s been wearing since god-knows? Lol… hey cool... I wear jackets too... what a coincidence. --..-- (though it seems like I have more meat than him…. hur hur…more ‘meat’.)
Oh and it slipped my mind that he had another event down at marina square that day…
I’ll get you one day…
Sunday, January 08, 2006
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I’ve updated the link for the video to the boy with drums along orchard road. Wish I went closer, though. The video was taken from across the road at 20x zoom.
http://www.youtube.com/?v=68N2gjX02SA
I didn’t tell you guys about what happened yesterday after Tianyu and I got back frm orchard so here it is.
(Oh yeah… my sister has been sneaking into my blog. Hello, fat cheeks!)
Once upon a time, a train stopped at Yishun MRT, the one that some silly old goon chose to make a spoof terrorist video. It was raining heavily, and there were a lot of people coming out from the train as well. The smell of sweat and stale detergent filled the air as business people walked with a sense of pride while ah mas in flowy gowns wobbled side to side as they walk, like a crab trying to walk straight. Oh and as usual, the mamas are walking about in nightgowns.
Tianyu and I got off the train, and were talking about crap (did you know that crap stinks?) and halfway down the elevator, everyone around us heard the rabid honking of an automobile.
As per normal, I’d carry on with what im doing and not make effort to find out what the honking was about since every night I have idiots under my block playing guitars and laughing out loud and poseurs on bikes revving at the traffic lights below so I thought this was just another example of a person with low self-esteem trying to act big. (quite a mouthful, aint it?)
But oh no, wait. What’s that? Omg… the group of aunties started pointing and gasping for air (one got an asthma attack and fell off the escalator) at something happening on the road outside of the MRT. So I looked at where they were pointing cos tianyu started telling me how his friends in jc ate crap during recess anyways and that was not something I wanna hear.
A blue van with a huge sticker on its left side, clearly making it distinct from other blue vans, swerved frm the middle lane to the bus stop outside the MRT, blasting its horns. A muscularly fat Indian man on the front passenger seat got out hurriedly and jumped like a tiger during mating season with a blow at some guy’s face, probably Chinese, standing by the bus stop. No wait… maybe he was Indian… skinny… dressed in dark clothing….long hair….yeah... should be Indian.
Then omg…. More action! As the poor guy got punched and kicked and groped, the van cargo door slid open and ahhhh!!!!! Three more guys were inside, and one guy had a tshirt over his face like some ninja on a bong! The fat guy pushed the skinny guy in and they had a massive orgy!
Okay no… the skinny guy got pushed in and the guys inside immediately pummeled him with fists and kicks and sticks. The fat guy got back to his seat, the van sped away and the cargo door closed. The driver never signaled as well. Notti notti…
Aunties started swarming to the side of the MRT the kidnap happened, like a swarm of fish, then something strange happened; they all started tapping their ez-link cards on the wall, trying to get out! Apparently they wanted to see the van’s license plate but surely they knew where the hell the exit is, right? An MRT staff nearby had to lead them to the right way out.
Okay so yea, they were swarming there, they knew where to tap the ez link card but the MRT staff stayed put, leaning against one of the exits, arms akimbo.
So that, my friends, is an example of a kidnap. And we all thought kidnapping don’t happen anymore. Or that we are so safe that no one will go on a drive-by shooting or drive-by kidnapping. Well here it is.
Or maybe another case of “you stole my fucking wife!” amongst the Indian gangster community.
So what were the auntie’s reactions?
“Eh call police bo?”
“dunnit la.. someone must have called already.”
And the teenagers behind us?
“Eh quick! Call police!”
“Siao ar! I got this black plastic bag full of pirated cds and you want me to call? Later they call me for questioning, then how?! Dunnit la... someone must have called already.”
And the mamas?
“Movie shoot, dey! Movie shoot!”
“Dey… where the camera ah dey?”
“dun worry la… someone must have thought about that already la…”
“ah okay la. …..Aiyo.. I think I need to dye my armpit again la. Grey already la, dey.”
And tianyu and I…..starting with me.
“That guy stupid la… couldn’t he get a less distinctive looking van?”
“I wonder what the guy who got kidnapped is going through now…”
“kicked in the balls, punched in the stomach and shat on as well… must be ‘them’…. Always ‘them’….”
“imagine… tomorrow in the news headlines…”
“yarh on tv also. Imagine if we get called up as witnesses.”
“Should we call the police?”
“huh? dunnit la… someone must have called already.”
Now I really wonder if anyone did call….
FACT CHECK: All is real, except the conversations part, and about tianyu talking about edible crap.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
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X!capade…..
SIBEH SIANZ ARHZ!!!
Tianyu and I went there late. Sly was scheduled to appear at 130pm, we came there around 145pm instead of seeing him, saw some silly malay dance on stage. What the hell man???? Half an hour appearance only!?!?! Sly!! What you doing?!! Wake up your idea, can?
My first impressions on the crowd were rather bad. Seems like only Ang Mohs and Ngee Ann Poly peeps came down. Maybe it really is the bad reception or that the Malay dance pissed everyone off. Lol. Remember secondary school? Everytime some cultural dance came up everyone snores?
So yeah I lost all purpose in life today… no… I lost all purpose to come to orchard today so I thought why not make the best out of things? Bought some pretzels at Auntie Anne’s and sat down with Tanny at the steps of The Great Tombstone, Ngee Ann City and people-watched.
Took some videos as well.
I think this guy is our principal. I dunno. Or maybe Ho Peng Kee’s younger brother. Then King Kong appeared.
Roar!
Saw quite a few people I know as well. Funny, though. All of them are from Latin Dance CCA . Yeah latin dance class… I joined to “make new friends”. But I quit after noticing that 90 percent of the guys there are ah guas and the girls are just out for “that something xtra” (yup, Ngee ann’s slogan. Lol)
Then I saw this guy. Why is he smiling? I must investigate! He might be a happy terrorist for all we know.
EEeeWWW!!!! in case you’re wondering what the hell he’s sniffing, it’s a deodorant from Nivea! Those roll-over-your-ah-pu-neh-neh kind, no less.
Aiya but okay so maybe they happen to be selling some deodorants at X!capade. Oh no, but what’s this?
Fuck la! It’s his personal one! See, he’s putting it back into his pocket!
X!capade was really boring. Really. The MC was talking to himself (though he’s fine) and the crowd was more or less dead and rotting.
Boring. So I looked elsewhere.
Do you see what I see? I see a grandfather walking with his grandson. Ah yes, such a touching moment, isn’t it? Nowadays the youngsters are so lame and stupid they anyhow shout at old people. … huh? What? What do you mean there are lesbians in the picture? Huh? Tit-sucking?
“Waaahhh!!! Why ur neh neh got bruise wan?!”
“Ee-yer… your pantat even worse! So many blemish de….”
“Scratch too much ma…. See… scratch scratch…”
There was a magician onstage as well. I’ve linked a video here for you to see some of his tricks.
http://www.youtube.com/?v=lhREIZnbKrM
Oops! Okay…. I’m gonna burst his toufu… err… bubble… with the next few photos.
See… normal cloth rite?
Eh? What’s that up his sleeve?
OMG! Umbrella!
Still can show off and twirl the thing around. Con man! Con man!
Now let’s see his flower. (lol.. see his flower).
A split second before he covers his face, he made a mistake of opening his mouth too soon. See la… eat eat eat….
mm.. nibble nibble…
“Tada! And my name is Ba Long Long, the greatest magician within a two metre radius!”
But really… he’s hands are so quick, I wonder if he reaches orgasm before ejaculation. =p … well done Ba Long Long. (yes, I know, that’s a fruit.)
Boring… even the pigeon dozed and fell off the edge.
So tanny and I left the area. We both came across an Old Chang Kee stall and bought a few titbits…. Or tits in bits…. Or bitten tits (hey, whatever pleases your savage cravings…) and sat down (again), to people watch. This time we were on the right wing of the tombstone, across Paragon’s main entrance.
I have no idea what the hell OCK makes…. But I thought I bought chicken nuggets, and when I found out I wasn’t biting into anything close to the chicken family, I looked down at my nuggets (lol down at my nuggets) and found out I was eating….. “wtf?!”. I dunno…. It looked like a mix of octopus and squid and chicken cartilage. Oh well… they were delicious… The WTF Nuggets…
There was a crowd on the other side of the road. Time for Sam to go to work.
Gasp! Something is attracting their attention! What is it? What is it that is able to attract dead and rotting Singaporeans (hey, I’m Singaporean as well, put down that pitchfork!)?A sale? Bikini babes with folding tummies ala new year’s celebration? TT “you SOB!” Durai getting ten cent coins shoved up his arse?
Omg.. this has to be sth! Sth so spectacular that it finally brings together a multi-racial crowd! Look, colour contrast!
Even Phua Chu Kang’s malay nephew came down! Eh boy dun hide there la…. You’re still blocking ppl’s view. And ur hair probably stinks.
Must be sth good…. That man seems to be asking for blessings with his handphone in substitute for jossticks.
Then.. gasp! It’s that boy playing drums! (first idiotic question: is it legal?)
Here’s the video. I’m impressed.
So is the girl on the left. Now, if only someone would tell her to wear a bra or at least some winter clothing. (saggy tits, anyone?)
In contrast, on our side of the road was an old man playing a traditional Chinese instrument and seems to be quite skillful in it. He was also wearing one of those caps, like the one Jews wear. He seemed more into his music then the boy on the other side but no crowd for him. Sad. What, he’s too old for a crowd?
Before leaving, tanny and I contemplated on the boy and his future.
My guess was that he’ll migrate out of Singapore and never return once he has a name (like, now.) since there’s “lack of support”.
Tianyu’s guess was that he’s frm China, complete with accent.
Lol… foreign talent.
*what a dull day…. All thanks to you, Sly! Grr…..
*picture frm sylvester-sim.com forum
Friday, January 06, 2006
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Ngee Ann’s holding the X!capade event this 6th and 7th at Ngee Ann City (that’s Takashimaya for some of us).
Am I interested or am I not?
Ngee Ann stars like Daphne and Derrick will be there… ooo… exciting.
But wait, Sylvester too???
:) :) :) :) :)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So ive been criticized for actually bothering abt Sly…. Well… it’s kinda my thing, really. Like you know, how some himbos tend to rush to a mirror when they see one? I might have a fetish for slim smooth “beng” chinese teens LOL. -.- what a fag...
I’m planning to go down there with my little toy camera, squeeze through the crowd and find a good spot to nestle in (like, backstage. hur hur hur) and finally have one of my very own recording of a Singaporean star!
My dad’s so hooked up on Gurmit, even more so since Gurmit visits his hotel often, so hey why not I get so hooked up on Sly? LOL what kind of fuck logic is that!?
I hooked up with a friend of mine in mass comm., Melissa. You might remember her being the girl that Vis and I went out with to impress with dinner, only to find out we had no money to spare, so we got her a 3 dollar Mos Burger meal (instead of a dinner at Breeks.) while we sat there sharing a handful of fries. And we even had the cheek to send her to the doorstep of her terrace house in yio chu kang , with a cab, no less. Quite embarrassing after that when Vis had to run up to his house, while I waited in the cab for him to scurry down with the cab fare money. Lol. Poor people trying to act rich with already-rich girls.
Melissa was in the same class with Daphne, and are friends, I guess, so I thought maybe she could hook me up and do some thingy whereby I can get up close and personal with Sly. I gotta admit though that Melissa doesn’t seem so happy that I got to her after all this while just to “use” her as a liaison with Daphne.
No reply so far. A quick check on the programme schedule states that Sly is appearing on stage at about 1:30pm. Then Derrick and Daphne on the day after.
So I have three local stars to cover this weekend. Should be interesting. (Like a nice birthday gift for me.) More emphasis on Sly, of course. ( i see you cringing at the last sentence. hey if Charlene can be so nuts about Jolin.....)
Thursday, January 05, 2006
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The plasma tv came in today, despite my objections for a tv in the first place (The best local programme from Mediacorp is the news. Then again, in the news…. Everything Singapore is good, everything in other countries is bad.)
I checked the price tag and hey… it came up much cheaper than I expected it to be. Normally I’d guess the price to be around the five thousand dollar mark…. But my dad paid three thousand plus for this Toshiba. In cash, no less.
Quite a nice tv, really… my childhood friend and her mum has been watching the tv since it got set up and I watched discovery channel’s Secrets of the Battleship Yamato too.
I wonder how long the novelty value would last. After all, my dad intended this to be coupled with the Bose surround sound system for “a true home cinema environment”…. Which I’m yet to fix up because I’m quite blur in fixing up five speakers with an RCA cable each. Guess the manual is there for a reason.
Enough of my technical mumbo-jumbo.
One thing I dislike when new things come into the house (be it a cat, a couch, or my new girlfriend...) is the usual dad-mom ideology conflict.
Dad runs things like the boss he is in a hotel and mum seems rather blur but tries to pull a façade infront of that by constantly nodding her head and “uh-huh”-ing when the tech guy explains how to fix a dvd to the tv (you need to be thought that?). Oh, and don’t forget the mouth wincing and suckling plus the ‘slang’. (hey hey… the only people who can pull off authentic accents in the family is my sister and me, okay? Though I think I do a better job at it, really. Lol.)
Dad’s much simple. He just calls my name and I fix the thing up for him.
Mum will go around, calling the tech guy, asking questions, then rummaging through the store to bring out a box of “lost cables”, pulling them out one by one and start describing them (to who? I have no idea.) like,” this wire has three plugs, red, white and yellow and the other end is the small jack, with three yellow stripes on it.” After which she spends the whole day reading the manual and I sometimes pity her when I see the floor around her strewn with open books and a dismantled dvd player. So much so I just go up to her, get her out of there and fix the thing up myself.
After which she’ll ask what’s wrong and what I did.
Normally it’s the input/output jack problem thingy.
I thought I said enough of my technical mumbo-jumbo?
Anyways school is starting... I think.
Just found out that I had homework.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
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This is an open letter to a certain lady out there.
Let me get straight to the point here; you are delusional and paranoid.
Let me state the fact that I am NOT an anti-Christ. To be an anti-Christ would be against my own religion because, really, we Muslims acknowledge Jesus Christ as being someone holy, though we say that he is a prophet, no more than that.
So I got back to Singapore and the moment my phone got the M1-GSM connection, I received SEVENTEEN smses, and they were ALL lengthy, draggy, self-indulgent and filled with FALSE statements.
DON’T PUT WORDS IN MY MOUTH.
I checked some of the messages and I don’t get how anyone could send me FIVE smses that are FIVE PAGES long, and all of them justifying yourself with how your brother is an anti-Christ and how I, supposedly, dissed you on WhoLivesNearYou (seriously… it wasn’t about you. It’s actually a joke.), and more, all the way till four in the morning. FOUR IN THE MORNING! People sleep at that time!
I also don’t get how anyone could send in a slew of sms, one after another, even before I can finish replying your last sms. This goes the same for WhoLivesNearYou, whereby you list your entire train of thought, in the form of one liners, for each message. 25 of my personal messages are from you.
Same goes for MSN. You ask a question, then answer it yourself, then continue to talk about yourself and your petty issues. My scroll bar got to the thinnest it could get before I finished reading your intro sentences.
I find that you need help. Professional help. Sure, you don’t cut yourself up into pieces like some troubled ladies out there (I use “ladies” because you are… what… 23? 25?)... But you need to STOP TALKING ABOUT YOURSELF and don’t make a big fuss over little things.
I still have to deny that I ever said I was Christian as well. Please, lady, I know what are prophets and according to Christianity, prophets DON’T come down from the great heavens and whisper messages into your ears. They are human beings and they die just like everyone does. They are also extinct now, with only about 5 more prophets after Jesus, if you follow the New Testament.
I told you to look online for the meaning of prophets and you replied,” Why should I look online for the meaning? I learn about my religion from God and the prophets when they whisper to me. I don’t need the bible. (then you go on and on about the cell and the priests).. and I don’t see why I should learn about Islam.”
Okay, lady, firstly, I DID NOT ask you to learn about Islam. I just asked you to look for the freaking meaning of “prophets”!
Secondly, I called that ignorance and that is, INDEED, a sin. Then suddenly, I don’t know why, you bring up the topic about your brother.
Where’s the follow up? The connections???
Really, I’ve been hanging around Christians from the day I was born and I’m tellin you…. There are as many variants on how an individual or a group sees Christianity as the search for what wiped out the dinosaurs. And I’m not saying this superficially. I got dragged to church services, listened to many Muslim-Christian arguments and bla bla bla the list goes on. So, yes, I do read-ups and all that as well (I love reading).
But do you? NO!
You still dare to say that Christianity is a religion for Americans! Oh then I bet the British are better off being Pagans….
God gave you the power to LEARN and find KNOWLEDGE by READING. Yet you literally SHUN them all away and choose to believe what’s in your mind. That’s being narrow-minded. Yeah, I told you that, and you replied back with a story on how your boss is so strict with his workers and how you are in a singing class or sth like that.
I have a question for you; how can you differentiate whether it’s God or the prophets whispering in your ears from the devils or Satan? Please, don’t tell me it’s their voice. I’ll be laughing so hard I won’t be able to get up the next morning.
I must emphasize that what you think of your religion is quite loose from what’s in the bible.
But then again…. I’m “only a Muslim”. So what can I say? (yeah.. you said that.)
Moving on, I see that all you care about is yourself, as if everyone in the world wants to know about you, your thoughts, your life. Yes, everybody loves talking about themselves but smart people know when to stop (like, when the other party isn’t replying. That’s basic.)
You tell me stories on how that guy dropped you off away from where you wanted him to and he drops off that other girl right at her doorstep. And how much he’s a jerk that he gives special treatment and that he’s only using you. Then I ask you how many times have u got into his car and you answer,” Once “.
So now “once” justifies everything? If I were to have that kind of thinking, I guess I’d be stuck dead and delusional in the ugly world many of these young teenage girls are in with their superficial friendships.
Then there’s that one about your back pain, neck pain, heart pain.. etc etc. I’m fine with listening to all these but PLEASE! Don’t tell them all in one sms per sentence! And no! No more five pages smses that I can’t even reply to cos the next five pages comes in a minute later.
There’s such a thing as courtesy in this world. Look up the meaning. I’ll give you a headstart; www.dictionary.com.
Of course, I must state that the reason why I hooked up with you in the first place was because you wanted me to take a few pictures of you. Fine. I don’t mind. I was willing. I clearly stated that I needed a camera, and then which, I’d set a date on January, no charge whatsoever, just that you pay for the developing of film.
Sure, you got a camera. But then, suddenly, you send me in the next sms that you had a digital camera. Then you said you got another one, a film camera. And…. It’s an SLR camera! So many cameras! So I asked, “You got it from your friend? Don’t you think that if someone has that sort of camera that costs thousands, don’t you think he should actually know how to take photographs?”
I forgot what you sent me later, but I know it was in a totally different context.
And, really, you keep saying that three shots is enough but WHICH SANE PHOTOGRAPHER TAKES THREE PICTURES ONLY AND IS HAPPY WITH ALL OF THEM?
I guessed what you meant is that by just taking three shots on film, you’d be saving money for developing. So I told you that taking three pictures will not alter the cost whatsoever in developing the film because it’s still considered as one roll (duh) to develop and burn it into cd, you replied back saying,” I never told you to burn it in a cd, did I? “
Okay, fine, if you want a print version, so be it. But tell me, why then do you intend to scan the photo after that!!??!?!
“… but I don’t have a scanner.” Is how you ended the sms. I must be honest and say that you made me lose my cool at three in the morning.
Really, I was intending to shoot the thing anywho but I guess coming back with a truckload of nonsense in my handphone just blew my mood.
Your slew of smses on the 3rd of January just goes to show that you brood on problems too much. I was like that in secondary school. What happened then was that rumours starting popping that I loved, ROMANTICALLY, one of my close friends (he was a guy) and yeah… got “hurt” for plenty of petty reasons (like, him having a girlfriend.). Brooding over problems is childish. All it does is create an “illusion bubble” where you form up exaggerated images and visions of incidents related to the problem that, maybe, NEVER HAPPENED. I would also like to think that you had something else to do than sit on a couch writing those smses. Turns out you either don’t, or made a wrong decision.
I’m sorry but this thing ends here. Until you act like people of your age, I’d be happy to do the shoot.
Regards,
Audi
P.S – I didn’t wanna dive into religion in the first place but you went on and on, justifying yourself. Also, I don’t find the “I delete people in my friendster, you know” as a threat, or a loss. It’s such a childish threat! I don’t use friendster anyways. Oh and… please… try to differentiate between a sick joke and a real statement. I don’t have sex with every girl that wants me in bed. I left you a comment in reply to yours as well in my blog.
If you want to write a open letter in reply, send it to my email and ill post it up here for my other readers to learn of your side to the story.
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Note: for other readers here, you might wanna check out the comments she typed in reply in the post, "pseudo Christians". I read the thing and found that what she says, as usual, is loose from the issue on hand. I guess some of us dont take the use of words seriously....
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
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The other day I was in my Johor house for a short vacation. Didn’t celebrate the New Year like some idiot teens in Singapore who get drunk then get wasted by some tit-squeezing bangla later on (of course, this is not limited to one sex). Anyways Orchard road has taken a hell of a beating with the rubbish left behind from Christmas and now the New Year. I guess I’d prefer my little home in a new developing town that lies on top of a hill that it gets so bloody chilly in the morning, I have to wear a jacket to get out in the little “garden”.
And the 2 horsepower aircon in my room pWn3z!
Anyways I was watering the grass yesterday (hey, water’s cheap!) and thought of a few things….
It’s only in Johor that:
- Singapore cars are the slowest (in johor, my dad’s a racer with the country’s speed limit at 110km/h. In singapore he’s driving with one finger and snoring at the 90km/h limit. I guess many of us still abide the 90km/h rule in Johor)
- Singapore cars are the nicest to look at and most well maintained. (lol…)
- Their pavements are just lumps of mud and diluted concrete (someone didn’t read the instruction manual again……)
- Many of the best and biggest houses in the new estates….. are Singapore-owned. (I saw a three-storey bungalow with a garage and 60-degree staircases leading up to the front door yesterday night…)
- There are lamposts in the city…….. but somehow, noone dares to turn them on.
- You fill up your own petrol in the station while two worker fags in the kiosk stare at you.. then giggle when they sneakily deactivate your pump station and see you bring your car for a spin to all the other pump stations.
- Lanes as wide as 6 lanes…… have no lane markers…… and everyone doesn’t drive straight.
- Like the lampost thingy, highways stretch far deep into the country…. And they all have no lights. Second link is a good example.
- Their drainage canals are filled with sand and a garden appears a few weeks later.
- You can see the horizon (try that in Singapore from your home.)
- Whenever someone puts a traffic signboard, some faggot comes over with a tree and plants it right infront of it. Some are worse…. They take ANOTHER signboard and put it infront of the other.
- And of course… a “No Dumping” sign becomes a dumping spot.
And…
- It’s only in Johor that I can DRIVE…. Well.. around the neighbourhood…. To collect the prata or sth…
Lol the shops here are so close, my dad would come down to one of them with a car.. say… a hardware store, then ask for things like ladders and doorknobs and garbage bins. Later as he’s paying for the items, he asks the guy,”Send it to my home, okay?”.
Of course, the guy HAS to nod (the house is just behind, lol.).
Later on my dad gets in the car, drives down the lane and stops about four shops later, gets into the next shop, buys a few things, asks the same question… then maybe get some ice cream, and we go home, eating our ice creams on the patio, waiting for the things to be delivered, and our car still is warm when they leave.
One time, a white van came by, stopped, the door opened, a teen boy in faded clothings came out with a small box in his hand. He walked up to my gate, I went to see him and he passed me the little box… which happened to contain a lightbulb for the kitchen light. -.-
Yeah… I like this little rest home of mine. There are security guards, regular patrols, and my dad plonked a lot of money for a security system which consists no less than motion sensors that turn lights on, magnetic sensors for all things that can open and close in the house (but the fridge and cupboards.., a password-protected alarm system (it went off by accident today… woke the whole estate up), steel padlocks for everything and my favourite; FIVE security cameras on which can be monitored via Internet (as in, we dont monitor the cameras but you get what I mean….)
Now I wish my friends could come over….
Sunday, January 01, 2006
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Once again I see a year come and go.
I think I haven’t been doing any respect to the coming of a new year in my teen years.
On 31st Dec 2001 I was alone in my room, in the dark, shooting Russians with tanks in Operation Flashpoint.
On 31st Dec 2002 I was alone in my room, in the dark, trying to shoot the ceiling with each ejaculation.
On 31st Dec 2003 I was at the Esplanade with my family enjoying the fireworks, and I had to spoil the mood by sms-ing Xinni,” Hey, wanna patch?”
(I got the finger in reply.)
Then last year, on the 1st of January 2005, I was proudly claiming in front of Clara and Donald at the junction of Yishun Polyclinic,” This is the first traffic light I'm touching this year!” and ran to touch the traffic light nearby.
This year I was browsing for Sylvester Sim’s photos. Don’t ask why. I cant explain.
Gonna try something else this time round on my blog.… a new year’s resolution.
Resolutions 1988-2005 were complete failures but heck…
Might wanna take note that I’m turning 18 this year, this January, as well.
BroK3n’s New Year Resolution.
- Get laid, proper, by a real hot Chinese teen. (Note that I didn’t specify a gender. hur hur)
- Do something to my chao lao face and not-so-charming hair.
- Grow a goatee. (I can see the feathers growing already)
- Stay in school.
- Get a driver’s license.
- Get a van. (paid in full, not installment.)
- Call everyone I think is worth remembering from secondary school and bring them out for regular dinners.
- Keep an interesting blog (seriously… 45 readers on average per day is peanuts compared to gonads of Rockson and Double Yellow and XiaLanXue and idiots such as XiaXue and Mr. Brown. Then there’s that friend of mine, Clara, who gets probably 120 hits on average per day because of her bikini shots and charming boyfriend. hur hur hur…)
- Get a credit card for access to Sgboy.com and other similar sites.
- Get a film camera
- Get a new video camera
- Get a girlfriend (to get laid, ties in with the first resolution. Oh and companionship.)
- Meet Sylvester Sim and show him a picture of Sze Aik (LOL)
- Meet Taufik so that I can pass him the 30 boxes of cigarettes he ordered.
- Meet XiaXue and laugh at her height.
- Write in plenty of letters to the MP of Yishun.
- Get into OCH and find that security guard so that I can make friends with him. (For what fuck???)
- Write to churches and complain of their Christian-wannabe-teens.
- Write to mosques and complain of their Muslim-wannabe-me.
- Go to the gym
- Start excercising.
- Start toning my body.
- Then go to clubs and steal all the teenage guys...no.. girls.
Last but not least
- CLEAN MY FUCKING ROOM!
Happy 2006, everybody….
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