angels and demons

To see the devil as a partisan of Evil and an angel as a warrior on the side of Good is to accept the demagogy of the angels. Things are of course more complicated than that.

Angels are partisans not of Good but of divine creation. The devil, on the other hand, is one who refuses to grant any rational meaning to that divinely created world.

Dominion over the world, as we know, is divided between angels and devils. The good of the world, however implies not that the angels have the advantage over the devils but that the powers of the two sides are nearly in equilibrium. If there were too much incontestable meaning in the world ( angel's power ),man would succumb under its weight. If the world were to lose all its meaning ( the devil's reign ), we could not live either.

So much for good and evil. So much for moderation. So much for purgatory.

Then there's always the cliched 'angel and devil' in your mind, swaying your opinions and manipulating your actions.

The conservative and the liberal.

I've seen many angels in my life. Following the untouchable commandments of life religiously. The rights and wrongs drawn out clearly, never questioning each definition, never doubting life and living life. Outright angels irritates. Blinded by faith of the system?

And it's obvious that the angels dislike the devils.
Rebels who doubt the existence of the system?

Outright devils are extremists. The world can do less with those, say Satan.
We are all devils in our own right and that's the way we like it.

Coming of age, dirt in the world slowly washes off the purity of angels.
We do need these angels around. They are the other end in our equilibrium.
We do need these angels around to make us look more devilish.

Highlights 7 days ago

ST is the man.







Lovely candlelight.





Tasty huh. Both I mean.

letter of advice

LETTER OF ADVICE
NUISANCE CALLS RECEIVED AT EMERGENCY TELEPHONE "999"

We have received 3 nuisance/silent calls on our "999" Police Emergencey Line on

( 22/01/2005 BETWEEN 16:09 TO 16:10 )

Our investigation revealed that the calls originated from your telephone number 9691****.

2 The "999" Police Emergency Line is a channel to enable members of the public to report a crime which is to be committed or already in progress or to call for urgent police assistance whenever life or property is threatened.

3 To prevent recurrence of such calls, we advise you to keep the telephone out of the reach of children or unauthorised person who will likely to abuse the phone line.

4 Please note that if nuisance/silent calls persist, action will be taken to prosecute the offender and subscriber in court for making such calls to the "999" Police Emergency Line.

5 Please treat this letter of advice seriously.

Yours faithfully,



SSGT JANN TAY
OC NUISANCE CALLS
POLICE RADIO DIVISION

So it seems that jingliK got into some trouble of abusing the sacred hotline.

But I will want to clarify that it's not true.

I did not dial 999. I will never do such a thing. And if I did, not on my own cellphone. Never. Others', maybe yes.

What I did dial was 112 and 08.

Never heard of them? They are numbers you could dial even when your keylock pad is on alongside 911.

On that very boring day, i was testing out all the possible permutations of numbers that can be dialled even on key lock and I was amazed that the line got through on 112 and 08.

I tried it before and it was always invalid or engaged but somehow it got through that day.
3 nuisacnce calls. oh well. The first one was 112. the second one was also 112 when i asked my fren to dial it on my cellphone. the third one was 08.

So please, dun ever dial those 3 numbers.

Only dial Triple 9 when Inspector Elaine a.k.a Wong Li-lin is on the other end of the line.

Cup or Cone

My life-long affair with ice-creams changed its course recently when I opted for a cup instead of a cone to fill my creamy ball. It was great like, changing another sex position and I'll stick to the cup for quite some time.

Yes, the orgasmic thrills and the shivers that ice-creams send down your spine give different feelings with cups and cones.

I always thought that it's cute to eat ice-cream with a cone, licking, sucking and toying with milkish sphere and slowly chewing the circumference of the cone thereafter. Feels edgy. It's also much more my money's worth with the extra biscuit. You could also devour every bit of the ice-cream unlike the cup which leaves residue no matter how good you're at digging.

Bad day if it's real sunny and the ice-cream starts falling like lava from a volcano, your hands get all creamy and sticky, you know what i mean.

What the cup gives you is that touch of class. Actually it depends how your cup looks, it mustn't be too ugly. Haegen Daaz is fine. Fuck the spelling. Or maybe it's the spoon thing.
You can also eat at any pace you want, no fear about the ice-cream melting, there's a fine mix of liquid, solid and somewhere in between.

Somehow I get the feeling that cones are for kids, cheapos and cups are for the opposite of those. Both cup and cone works for couples if you're sharing. Important thing is to just follow your intuition and love yourself.

Lifting my spirits

Hey, the bad thing about being at the lower echelons of the income earners in Singapore is that you'll have to put with flats, their lifts and some really stupid neighbours.

And hey, I live in this part of the flat where a lift is built just few years ago and it accesse every single level of the 13-storey block. So this is where the shit starts.

But hey, what am I talking about?

I mean, hey, there are these morons who simply do not know what's going up and going down. While waiting for the lifts, they will press both the 'up' and the 'down' buttons. So when you're going up the lift from ground floor, you'll get intercepted by people who pressed 'up' but are actually going down. And of course, the rare occasion when you're going down, you get people intercepting you because they pressed down but are actually going up. Go up for what i also dunno.

Of course, it pisses you even more when you're in a rush. Same goes for when waiting to going down, the lift takes so many stops at the lower levels that you wonder how many people pressed both buttons.

Hey, com'on.

The best part of all is when you get intercepted at the 2nd storey. Young people, middle-aged people, people who aren't carry any heavy things refuse to walk down that few miserly steps down to the 1st storey.

So we wanna say, thank you technology.

Me and my taskings

All in all, there are 4 things that we do in camp.

Eat, sleep, play and off.

Eat.
After the morning PT, there will be breakfast. Usually it will be nasi lemak, chicken wings and sugar drinks. 2 hours later, it'll be lunch at the cookhouse. 2 hours later, it will be another canteen break. The place is basically breeding gluttons like me.

Sleep.
Usually after the above mentioned. 1 hour or so and feeling ridiculously tired. Tousled hair and you don't feel a thing at your limbs.

Play.
It could be soccer, basketball, badminton, squash, table tennis, swimming or even frisbee. After work that is.

Off.
That is a day's off or half day off after duty or after exceeding working hours or going for overseas exercise or public holidays. It's the subject of jealousy.

So I wonder most of the time what do in camp.
There was one memorable incident though.

Yesterday on duty, and not very long after I scored a decisive goal in a soccer game at the basketball court, the duty personnel were activated.

Apparently, some ship got their propellors entangled by fuel lines and got stuck in the sea. The time was 8pm when we watched in our duty vehicle watching the tow boat slowing towing the Patrol Vessel slowly back to Tuas Naval Base. The feeling of changing into wet suit triggered a thought of another night when some guy drowned at East Coast Park.

Only that night, we were activated early in the morning. 4 a.m we reached ECP and all that police lights were dim and irritating simultaneously. We could see different scattered groups of people at the beach waiting for our arrival. We got the news that the family members of the missing person were upset that it took 4 hours for us to arrive after the case was reported.

What to do. The bloody vehicle's max speed was 50 and our camp's at Sembawang. And of course the various fuck ups of the whole administration and their operations, we were told to leave at 2 plus.

After several surveys of the dark waters of ECP, staring sheepishly into the water hoping to see something floating, tired and cold at the same time, the thought of going back to camp next afternoon and seeing the body itself gives me the creeps.

It was a 13 year old boy who fell down the waterbreaker, probably hit himself and drowned. His arms criss-crossed like a 'X' and he was turgid. Lifeless. But no signs of putrefaction less some sand and water seeping out from his nose and ears when placed on the ground.

In the end, we did not even need to dive. He was found in the shallow waters, say knee level. I felt his jeans brushing against me and he was really HARD.Erm. Stunned for a while and didn't know what to do for a second. It was like hitting the jackpot.

'Confirm bo?' and that shit. So I grabbed his legs and we carried him to the shore. His friends who came together with him at a birthday party were all crying uncontrollably and calling his name.

We left that place soon enough to reach camp at 7 .I was just glad that at least the body was still in fine shape, a decomposed one will surely be salt on the wound for the parents. Not much feelings for that dude either. It was just like another tasking. Nothing much and just a very good experience. So much for NS life and a lousy written recap of the incident.

Please let your kids learn swimming cos drowning is pretty ugly.

Overdue

It has been a week now but I'll still post some of the pics taken last week at the event of the year.





They just hate to wait.



De3ei and his sandwiches. He always make sandwiches.



The Mirinda bottle on the right.



Watch where your hands are.

That's it. Idiotic post.

Socialites - on the next post

Went out every single night since last friday.

Then again, there are people in Singapore who stayed at home to play computer games or watch TV at that same time period.

There are maybe 2 types of socialising.
Being anti-social when socialising and being sociable.

Much depends on your family health. True.

And when that moment of silence strikes.

But Joey likes the idea of going out to play. The late night suppers. Meeting up with people. Conversations that get to somewhere sometimes.

The rain never falls in this part of the world. Hopping on the globe of the study table, turning the world round and round, and it does not matter if we reach the destination.
The ancestors have told the wrong stories.

But as we look back, we couldn't find continuity. The events just don't match up. The stories are littered all over into bits and pieces for predators to scavenge upon.
Running backwards up the hill and the strain on the calves.

The precious times when people press 'pause' on their controllers and decide that it's time to take a breather. The game is still on. But very much meaningless.

Confessions of A Dangerous Mind Part 4

Uncontrollable sobbing and feelings of sadness, repugnance.

I stare straight at the mirror, watching that wretched face of mine. How sadness deprive my soul of the glow and free spirit of life. That is the time when you force an expression of happiness, say something to yourself. Then when you relax those hypocritical facial muscles, it's back to that legion of sorrow. Smiling happily with dried tears still on.

And when your back is facing the reality of the world, voices resonating around you telling you to wake up. When sweet touches of solicitous encouragements become powerless efforts. Drowning in silence and solitude.

The same track plays and repeats itself over. With no intention to change it.

Walking back and forth on the same narrow corridor with no purpose and saying things with no relevance to anything.

The very long pauses of a telephone conversation, when keeping up with the rate of breathing of the other party becomes uncomfortable. The helplessness of the urge of putting down the phone but no courage to do it.

Some people tell me that I'm suffering from a mental illness.

We are all suffering from mild mental illnesses.
Insecurties of people irritate and disturb people, doesn't it?

Happy 21st

Happy birthday to me.

Special Thanks To...

Thanks to the people who have made me eat my own words.

Eat.

I probably deserved less. I have to admit that the shock overwhelmed any kind of joy concealed within. Shocked that many of them came. Thank you all. Your mere presence speaks volumes.

Thanks Chongmeng. You're probably the only one who looked younger than me at our age. Our best times were probably behind us but that was some journey.

Thanks Cuiqin. I always told you that you resemble my mother. What a coincidence that you came in the same time as her.

Thank you Dewei. You are and always will be Da man. You're the perfect person and with perfectionism comes responsiblities. Thanks buddy. I just can't thank you enough.

Thanks Dq. You're the person I knew longest that day since the sec 1 days when we don those stupid police uniforms. You're really one smart ass.

Thanks Faney babes. You are nice and naughty at the same time and you say really outrageous things. I feel da connectiona. Truly deserve a pat(slap) on your back for who you are. We got a thing going on.

Thanks Guozhen mei for just being the way you are. You are unbelievably sweet and you are a joy doll. ( huo bao ) Love your handwriting.

Thanks Haojie. You're smart. You have tremendous athletism. And you're a performer. Most of all, you're one helluva nice guy.

Thanks Huihui. The most unique and astute lady I've ever met. I'm jealous to know your multi-language gig.

Thanks Jiegang for being the lone survivor of my friends in VJC. Your humility, easy-goingness truly endears you to your frens. Thanks son!

Thanks Linghong. You are highly underrated I feel. And you're still my best man.

Thanks Min. You are just about the nicest person I've ever met. I couldn't ask for a better friend like you. Thanks bro.

Thanks Pal. Seeing that you're so happy that I'm happy. I'm just fortunate to have such a good pal like you. Showtime!

Thanks Ryan brother. Gentle giant no more. Seeing you is like family.

Thanks Yuet xiao mei. Ever so bubbly and warm to everybody. People dun bully you for no reason, maybe cos you're just naturally cute.

And most of all, thanks Yingxiang. For all your dedication, devotion and love. And for putting your heart and soul for this most wonderful birthday present.
Thanks for being by my side.

If you're wondering I left out anybody, that would be by my mummy. But she won't be reading this. Bad son.

Thank you all once again.

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Yea the clever shit again.

You Are Reverse Pocky

Your attitude: rebellious and clever non-conformist, but curiously a trendsetter. With you, up is down... and it's a wild ride!

What Flavor Pocky Are You?

Just something i stole from my cousin.

Confessions of a Dangerous Mind Part 3

I have been feeling pretty depressed and maudlin about myself today.

4 one-hour rides on slow moving vehicles today.
Bedok to Woodlands.
Woodlands to Changi and back.
Woodlands to Bedok.

Humans shoudn't be left in solitude for long times. Cos the mind plays tricks with yourself. Somehow I was thinking of many depressing things today that made my day real bad on these rides.

So housewives sitting at home doing nothing are dormant volcanoes. They have nothing much to occupy themselves with. Cleaning up the house, buy groceries, send the kids to school and bring them back, watch over their parents.

The spaces in between.

Blank. The mind wanders off.

Recollections.

Quick bursts of excitement and joy drowned in long periods of loneliness, emptiness and sadness.

I was thinking of crazy things like :
FUCK all those people who are holding 21st birthday celebrations cos I dun have one.
FUCK my life cos my family isn't normal, harmonious or opulent enough to hold me one.
FUCK myself for being an overrated bastard all these years, disappointment to people who trusted me and thought I will go on and achive great things.
FUCK my bloody luck.
FUCK myself for indulging in self-symphathy.

It really ain't too healthy thinking of such shit. I was on the recovery of being a nice young man who will do good and get a hold of my life.

Immerse yourself in activities. Keep yourself busy always. Find things to do. Depression and sadness is like a black hole sucking you in, you have to keep up with constant pace not to get sucked in. Or you have to out-run yourself and get to the other end of sorrow.

And once you are hesitant or slump into oblivion, you'll get straight back in it.

Growing up Act 2

I did have a different childhood from many of us in Singapore.

Since it's more than 10 years ago, it's good to just write it down here, something for me to remember.

I remembered one memorable day when I was 12 where I paid my first income tax. I couldn't recall how much was it. It was pretty scary.

My mother must have found out I have a penchant for chinese and performing and sent me to chinese speech and drama classes when I was Pri3. I did not disappoint and very quickly I was participating in story telling competitions around Singapore.

And it is through these places you see people you don't see in school. Every kid is accompanied by a parent and all dressed up in fanciful costumes, rehearsing their stories over and over again.
I remember this 'Rao Kou Ling' or chinese tongue twister competition held at the Bedok library hosted by Mark Lee. I was startled by the fact that every kid was dressing up in some weird costumes, some the Monkey God, some like KTV hostess, or all the shit you see in those saturday night 'Yi Kang Zhi Ye' children singing competition. Fourtunately, I was wearing just something casual and got second prize. The top 3 took pictures with the press and that was my first time on newspaper.

Recalling the picture. I was standing at the centre with a forced smile, beside me is a kid who's all dressed up like monkey god doing that monkey god stance, the other was a girl with her fingers pointing at her dimples trying to look cute. Too bad i can't show u the pic.

Many trophies followed and eventually there was this big scale chinese story-telling competition when I was Pri4. It was quite exciting as there were over few hundred contestants. The qualifying rounds were held at Hwa Chong JC and the finals would be held at Mandarin hotel.

So in the end I went into the finals and got a consolation prize and I was happy at the fact that I got to tell my story in Mandarin hotel. I was pretty glad that one of the judges in the qualifying round asked me whether I was local. Fuck man, I was so foolish. Sounding like a china mama. Na bei.

I remembered there were chinese newspapers writing about these competition. Of who were the potential winners and stuff. Haha. Story-telling Idol.

Subsequently, I performed cross-talks( xiang sheng ) in different places. Hotels, community centres, so that was my first step. Performing in front of a big crowd.

There was this particular June holidays in Pri2 when the old I-weekly advertised auditions of kids of this particular TV drama starring Chew Chor Meng. My mother signed me up and I was part of the many many kids. An extra. It was a pretty fun experience. I had 1 or 2 lines even. I was a really really fat boy then. All the 'wah's and 'eh's when we see all the TV stars.

My first taste of this television circle.

Growing Up Act 1

Maybe I should talk a little of how I was brought up. Things that happened when I was young.

I was the only child of the family. A little fat boy with a bigger-than-your-average head.

I was made to believe that I sucked in English since both my parents didn't get past secondary school and were brought up in Hokkien families and spoke no English. That explains I was never sent to a chinese school in my whole life.

I had no or little toys and I memorised the entire times table before K2. I had many Enid Blyton books and many chinese story books of course.

I managed to come up with soap operas, comedies, action dramas with the toys I had. Everyday is a different episode, some had sequels, it had fantastic dialogue and enchanting storylines. My favourite Ninja turtle was Donatello. My cousin's favourite turtle is surprising Donatello too. Yea. They sort of revived the cartoon I heard.



I always I thought I was Guo Jing watching Legend Of the Condor Heroes by Huang Ri Hua and Weng Mei Ling and it still remains my all-time favourite puglistic drama. Guo Jing and I have similar names.

I had a near perfect academic record in Primary school. But that is St.Stephen's School.

I was never out of the Top 3 in my six years. 4 1st in general proficiency. I topped chinese language every year. I was champion of Chinese story telling competition every year. I was also the 'Ji Gou Ba' champion, something which I was very proud of. My apprentices eventually dethroned me when I decided to retire. I had 30 over academic trophies in Primary school alone. I topped my school's PSLE with a score of 267. I never bettered that in the later stages.

On the other hand. I never passed any single physical fitness test. I remembered doing just 20 sit-ups in a minute when I was Pri 3. Hanging on the IFAH bar for 1 sec in Pri 4. I failed standing broad jump every year. I still do now. I was always the last few to be selected in soccer games. I joined recreational table tennis and I got thrashed everytime playing in my school canteen. I was pretty upset with my physical limitations.

My mother was ubiquitous throughout my life then. The disciplinarian and I was really terrified of her. She sent me and pick me up from school from nursery school all the way to Sec 1. I was a big joke among my classmates. The inevitable tag of 'mummy's boy' which I really hated it. She tried to find out every single thing that happened to me in school and monitored my academic results very closely. I was secretly afraid that she knew I was the 'Ji Gou Ba' champ.

Given my fantastic achievements in primary school. I was still caned regularly by mother I never knew why. Being the inactive and studious boy and physically unfit, I will never try to run from the cane. I never knew how to run away from it. I knew my mother will get me. I will just sit down and cry, both the fear and the pain.

My mother used to buy these assessment books for me. Primary 3 English comprehension. I was told to do Exercise X to Exercise Y. My mother kept the answers. I completed it and handed it to my mum. She began to check the answers and I could see her face changing. Very soon, she was fuming and out came the cane. I attempted to run only to step onto a sharp pencil which pierced my foot and left a scar for many years. The scar reminded me of this incident of how all my answers were right but not phrased to the ones in the answer. My mother never realised but I don't really blame her.

There was one particular day however after completing my homework, I decided to take a piss. When I came out of the toilet, my mother was there with the monopoly board game ready to play with me. A really lovely pleasant surprise that caught me. She was grinning widely and I couldn't recall whether it was any special occasion. It was a pretty short game but I was the happiest little boy for many days and till this day I remember it fondly.

It is indeed the smallest things that make people happy.

People I like

All-time favourite singer. And that famous left hand, his singing pose and stance.



We are clearly unhappy with Jude Law and his title of ' Sexiest Man Alive '



Extremely versatile vocalist. So much depth and expression in his singing.



My new flame. Unbelievably cute.


My old flame who recently conceived a baby girl. Couldn't find a chioer pic. Can send to me if you come across one.
Guess I just have something for Singaporean girls. Must be the know how to speak angmoh and chinese at the same time factor and that play hard to get shit.



Another of my favourites. Unbelievably talented and charming. Notice the outstanding features.

Yea, I heard you. I ought to go to hell.

Doing charity

One thing I never understood about flag days is the stickers that they give out.

I mean, the stickers are pretty ugly when pasted on the shirts or on bags.

For some people, the stickers mean 'immunity'. Don't come and bug me to donate since I've donated already.

For another group of people, the stickers are just another thing to irritate them and they just can't wait to get it off them. All these stickers will be pasted all over the rubbish bin or just casually disposed. AH. Encourages littering.

Perhaps the only advantage to this sticker thing is probably it serves as a plaything for little kids. And yes, it will arouse their interest in community work and donating to charitable organisations.

I have this good friend, Dickson who will casually donate 2, 5 dollars or sometimes 10 dollars to the blind music performers at Orchard or stuff the note into that little miserable coin box of schoolkids.
Another good friend, Wenjie, simply throws all his coins that he has in his pockets to the boxes when approached by enthusiatic volunteers or volunteereds.
My stand is pretty much donate when I feel like it and when I feel like a good person. OK. That's rubbish.

I recall the education system has moulded their co-cirricular program hand in hand with community work. The stupid PEARLS system in JC means we have to reluctantly clock our community service time. Same goes in secondary school when you join the uniform groups.

I remember the times when I was in NPCC, we were helping out in this Home of the Mentally Disabled at Bishan. Schoolkids and as juvenile as we were, we never took anything seriously and we were even laughing at some of the silly actions of the patients. Naming them after some soccer players and have a great joke about it. We really learned nothing. We just wanted to kill time.

I am so ashamed of myself.

In the past, big-scale charity shows like the President Star's Charity Show was a must watch. Comprises of so many big shots from overseas and dare-devil stunts by local artistes. It was pretty new those days and people were all touched. It was all sincere and come on, it was a once-in-a-year thing. Doesn't hurt making that 1 or 2 calls.

Many years later, well you know the rest.

And of course, you have friends who participate actively in community work. Hats off to them, commitment and passion on humanitarian work. Friends who visit poorer countries, build schools, teach and play with children, medical aid.
Somehow or coincidentally, many come back from these trips as couples attached. Sometimes I can't help but feel sceptical about the true intentions of these trips. OK I'm a bastard to think this way. I'm not talking all of them.

Of course, the chinese idiom goes that helping others is the greatest joy in life. I truly stand by that statement. There's another one, God help those who help themselves. Haha.

I feel that many of those people helping other people are the people who need serious help themselves. Always learn to love yourself and the closest people around you first before you really start to love and help strangers extensively.

Confessions of a dangerous mind Part 2

I'm pretty cool with western pop culture. New stars emerge to displace one another in the hall of fames. Western film makers have the best technology to work with, the most good-looking, the most talented, the funniest and the most well-known actors to cast. Most of all, the movies have unbridled creativity, imagination and depth bankrolled by an unbeatable budget.

Different Asian countries has took turns to capture hearts and entertain the commoners. First it was Hongkong with cantopop stars, celebrities made famous by paparazzi and legendary TV dramas. Soon after it was Japan with its hybrid model of chinese looking stars with blonde hair, act chim serial dramas, silly boy bands and girl bands. And unbelievably the latest craze in Asia is being shared by Taiwan and Korean celebrities with their draggy soap operas and their teeny drama shows with the lousiest dialougue ever imagined. Taiwan produces the most unbelievable talentless celebrities that are hailed as superstars across Asia.
And clearly, the 'star' factor of these many Taiwanese stars are sorely lacking.

I love to entertain and be entertained. It's pretty sick to see the wrong people being recognized and idolised. A clear example will be our very own Singapore Idol runner-up. So something must be very wrong with the heads of people nowadays. Or maybe I'm the one that's insane.

The media has glorified many people to the status that they are not, I'm not talking about celebrities only. Sadly, people are falling blindly into this whole scam, including myself. The other group of people other than stars and celebrities that people remember in their history books are politicans, revolutionaries and philosophers whose decisions and thoughts change the course of the world.

Back then in the oldern days, the biggest war fought was communism and capitalism.
Now, it is about another higher type of ideology : Religion and territorial disputes.

The war between the Arab world and America.
The war between the world and America.
The never ending mayhem between Israelis and Palestians.
Republic of China and the People's republic of China.
North Korea and Iran's nuclear program.

So in the end, years of bloodshed and millions of lives claimed have always been about what's yours and what's mine. Who's wrong and who's right. Your god and my god.

It's not so easy like in the past where people fought over goverment systems and independence. People now are fighting over a blinded faith that spiritually binds them, spiritual power that will give them courage to do the most outrageous things and the most heinous crimes.

People in the world are getting crazier, if not smarter. We are powerless to stop these powerful minds that can change the world.

So 80s is still better, less of such shit and better entertainment and life. Or maybe because we can't forecast the future. But whatever it is, the present is something that I have to live with. And I will embrace it. I will play it to my advantage. I will then learn to appreciate the past a little more, I will then learn how to hate the present and the future a little less and I will take bits and pieces of the past, the present and the future and size them up, compile them into a chain of knowledge, memories and imagination to make myself feel more complete.

From so, I will learn to love the world a little more and procrastinate less.

Confessions of a dangerous mind Part1

I've told many people that I've always identify myself someone as a person from the 80s or the early 90s.

Those were the times when my father still owns a car.
When I held my 6th birthday at the devilish McDonalds fast food place.
When A&W was still popular.
When we don't even have pagers.
When medical science is on the rise.
When the cold war came to an end. And promise of world peace.
When majority of the world economies promised better life for all.
When Chow Yun Fat, Stephen Chow, Jackie Chan and Leung Chiu-wei graced our silver screens.
When Leslie Cheung, Anita Mui, Xu Guan Jie, Jacky Cheung dominated the music scene.
When Diego Maradona, Marco Van Basten, Roberto Baggio, Romario are all hailed as footballing gods.
When Mediacorp was still SBC.

When people were still conservative.
When there weren't many university graduates around.
When life ain't so stressful.
When people were still able to pay their bills.

But those are history. There's probably much more things I like about the eighties, early nineties than recent years. Or probably I can imagine myself being a much happier person at that time. Or probably I was a kid then and kids really don't know what's going on around them.

'When I was watching Kung Fu Hustle, I thought about all his previous rubbish shows. Then I thought about chinese movies that I pay to watch. They were pretty much Jacky Chan, Stephen Chow, a little of Leung Chiu-wei. One day these people will disappear from the scene and we really don't have able replacements. The future of chinese movies of mass appeal suddenly looks acutely bleak.'

So am I stuggling to adapt in this era? A person living in the present thinking about life written in the archives.

To be continued.

Ugly people

After watching the Tiger Cup semi-final second leg between Singapore and Myanmar on Channel 5 last night, I was pretty relieved I did not carry out what I originally set out to do, which is to watch the live soccer game at the national stadium. Thanks to the rain of course.

I watched. The game went into extra-time. The drama went into overhaul.




It was ugly.


The soccer pitch was water-logged and muddy, the slippery conditions forced the already unskillful players to be even more inept. The football was pretty shitty. Of course, deep down you will still be rooting for your country considering they had an advantage in the first leg and of course being a Singaporean.


So in the end Singapore won with 4 Myanmar player sent off. One for two bookable offences, one for a late lunge on a player, one for kicking mud on the officials and one for throwing a water bottle at a Singapore player and injuring him. The Myanmar team were behaving very much like hooligans on the pitch and such gamesmanship left me bewildered.


Unknowingly, i was mouthing some vulgarites when the reserve goalkeeper of the Myanmar team admitted at throwing the water bottle on a Singapore player's face. He was sent back to the dressing room, clearly unhappy and unrepentant about his disgusting behaviour, thrusting his hips and swinging his arms when the Singapore fans taunt him. The Singapore supporters probably felt the same way as me. Who are these bloody ruffians in my country?

Expectedly, there were some minor brawls between the Singapore and Myanmar supporters, dustbins thrown around, fingers here and there and no short of variety of foul language. A Myanmar fan apparently got smashed in the head with a whisky bottle by some Singapore fans and got admitted to hospital.


So yes, the Singaporeans are also the culprits of such senseless meelees.


In the end, it doesn't matter if it's Myanmese ( i hope that's right ) or Singporean, many people in the world are still incredibly stupid and seneless. These are the thugs, the gangsters, the losers who resort to violence. These are the stupid people that the terrorist groups and triads recruit to kill more people in the world.

The world should really grow up and get wiser. We need to set things striaght in our education systems. We need to mould our people to have at least that little bit of sanity. Logic with a fair sense of intuition and character. Ironically, it is moral education that people dread and it is precisely the thing that people are severely deprived of. But that is for the education ministers to think about and sort it out. We dun pay for taxes for nothing.

So, like that reserve Myanmar goalkeeper for example. It just takes one person to spark a fight, a brawl and a war. We cannot allow our societies to breed such people.
We constantly forget the world's greatest weapon is the human mind. We have to make full use of that in the right way. Human morality and logical behaviour have to be emphasised and re-imposed individually and domestically at a global scale before we can tackle uncertainties, wars, crisises in the future.

All it takes is one human being.

A summary of things I'm not willing to share

Sometimes I try too hard to write something special in my posts and so I've been suffering from a mind drought the past few days. I dun wanna be too lame in reporting my life, what I did, my daily shit.

I dun wanna tell you the lame things like did. Like how I surfed for all my favourite celebrities and intended to post their pictures here.

I dun wanna tell you I came across this Eason Chan's blog and I started e-mailing him telling him about his music and other people's music and music in general.


I also don't wish to tell you what I did for new year's eve and new year's day. Like how I ate black pepper crab, crispy cereal prawns, chilli crabs, XO fish soup for dinner for 2 consecutive days with different groups of people. And how I bankrupted my bank account.







I also dun wish to comment about the dreadful tsunami incident, the hoo-haa over the cancellation of the telecast of the year end's party and the scrapping of fireworks, the constant torrent that swept the land anymore.

I'm also not obliged to tell you my idea of writing my new year resoultions on this post. I never believe in specific resoultions and wishes for the new year.

2004 hasn't been a perfect year. 2005 will be the year to set things straight, hopefully more refreshing ideas and better luck.