I realised my current post on my trip haven't been very much retrospective or very insightful. They are very expositional: Oh we did this this this, and we are going to do this this this. I actually wanted to capture the "heart" side of vietnam. We all can read books about the vietnam war, about the Marble Mountains, about Halong Bay, about Saigon, about the UNESCO world heritage sites. We can see pictures of the scenery, of the people etc etc.
What the hell is this trip for? Getting very tired of travelling actually. Just wanna be able to slack once again.
Had one of those nights last night. What would my life have been if i had made a different choice. If my personality had been a little different. If i had held my temper a little bit more at crucial moments. Who else could i have been friends with, talked with, shared good times with if i had reacted that little bit different, been a little more receptive and been a little more extroverted (not that i'm a closet introvert.)
questions questions.
Oh Liverpool beat Chelski. Well done.
Bloody hell, i need a gf.
lip
ranting
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Hoi An
Hello!
From the Riel "Dong You Ji" here. Live from Vietnam, Hoi An.
Beautiful city, UNESCO world heritage site. Fell sick in Nha Trang, Slept on the beach, slept more in the guesthouse, and slept more at night. Now a little better:) hehe.
Alex fell sick too. Oh well. After this trip, We would have gotten the H5N1 virus (HCMC, Nha Trang, HoiAn, Hue, Hanoi (and Halong Bay and Haiphong). So many Cities starting with H.
I made a suit, and also a wool jacket for USD 60. This is becoming a shopping trip, not a backpacking trip. Muhahaha...
Anyone wants anything? Tell me or SMS moi. I'm bored. hehe
Ok. It's Man U VS Newcastle in about an hour's time. See we even watch soccer every night. And we have upgraded to stay in Air conditioned Guest houses. Hehe. Mostly 4 bed rooms at about USD 3 a person. Less if we can bargain it down.
And i guess Vietnamese haven't encountered Singaporeans bargaining before. Muhahaha... FEAR THE SINGAPOREAN!
And my dad advised me against having sex while in Vietnam. I laugh out loud man. I'll post his exact email to me one day. Haha. As though my parents didn't bring me up well enough like that. Thanx Dad and Mum. Won't fool around:) Never even got close. (Bloody church doctrine and Catholic Ex GF. haha)
Adious!
lip
ranting
From the Riel "Dong You Ji" here. Live from Vietnam, Hoi An.
Beautiful city, UNESCO world heritage site. Fell sick in Nha Trang, Slept on the beach, slept more in the guesthouse, and slept more at night. Now a little better:) hehe.
Alex fell sick too. Oh well. After this trip, We would have gotten the H5N1 virus (HCMC, Nha Trang, HoiAn, Hue, Hanoi (and Halong Bay and Haiphong). So many Cities starting with H.
I made a suit, and also a wool jacket for USD 60. This is becoming a shopping trip, not a backpacking trip. Muhahaha...
Anyone wants anything? Tell me or SMS moi. I'm bored. hehe
Ok. It's Man U VS Newcastle in about an hour's time. See we even watch soccer every night. And we have upgraded to stay in Air conditioned Guest houses. Hehe. Mostly 4 bed rooms at about USD 3 a person. Less if we can bargain it down.
And i guess Vietnamese haven't encountered Singaporeans bargaining before. Muhahaha... FEAR THE SINGAPOREAN!
And my dad advised me against having sex while in Vietnam. I laugh out loud man. I'll post his exact email to me one day. Haha. As though my parents didn't bring me up well enough like that. Thanx Dad and Mum. Won't fool around:) Never even got close. (Bloody church doctrine and Catholic Ex GF. haha)
Adious!
lip
ranting
Thursday, April 21, 2005
In Vietnam
Yoz All
In vietnam currently, eating Pho-ny Pho, havings lots of Pho-n. Sorry for the Rielly Dumb Dong jokes, but we're hit by the lameless bug at the moment.
so it's Pho-turnate that we have internet to record this down.
The Pho's really cheap here, with Pho2000 as a nice eating place. and also bought a lot of cheap cheap stuff over here. My backpack is overstuffed.
Baht rielly, it's fun over here;).
Going to Nha Trang at 8.30 pm on a overnight bus. See you guys. Finished Saigon today and really, the Americans were fuckers during the vietnam war.
lip
ranting
In vietnam currently, eating Pho-ny Pho, havings lots of Pho-n. Sorry for the Rielly Dumb Dong jokes, but we're hit by the lameless bug at the moment.
so it's Pho-turnate that we have internet to record this down.
The Pho's really cheap here, with Pho2000 as a nice eating place. and also bought a lot of cheap cheap stuff over here. My backpack is overstuffed.
Baht rielly, it's fun over here;).
Going to Nha Trang at 8.30 pm on a overnight bus. See you guys. Finished Saigon today and really, the Americans were fuckers during the vietnam war.
lip
ranting
Monday, April 18, 2005
Patpong and the sex trade
We were in Bangkok for the first 3 days or so before going to Cambodia on Thursday. And really, we did go Patpong. On the first day.
However,
1) we weren't there for the sex
2) we weren't there for the paedophilia
3) we DEFINITELY weren't there for the gay sex.
Anyway, we had a tough time finding Patpong, mainly because we took public transport, and Patpong isn't something you can find easily on a tourist map. 4 guys, together in Patpong makes a huge draw for all the touts and hookers in the area, and really we were being accosted all the way.
But first, some funny incidents. We were searching around the area, and accidently stumbled along the street where the ladyboys and the gays were. My god. I never had that many GUYS checking me out before. We were just walking down, and the number of heads that turned was like *oh shit*. I really thought we were going to be dragged into some dark alley and initiated into the world of the gays.
and really touts, DON'T EVER TOUCH ME!
it was shocking to say the least, to see old westerners engaging in idle chit chat with Thai boys. and holding hands. sharing spoons, sitting with a hand on the inner thigh. It was disturbing, even more so when touts approached us to offer us ladyboys. I mean if you see 4 GUYS travelling together, they must either be gay ALREADY, or have lost their way. Especially when the 4 guys are not holding hands or acting gay AT ALL.
I digress. Anyway, i must add that it may seem that i am condemming the western world for visiting patpong. I am actually. But it must be realised that in asia, homos are more underground and less upfront about their feelings as compared to caucasians. It is actually easier to see caucasians holding hands, kissing because they are more open sexually. so let's stop this pointing fingers thing. there ARE ASIAN GAYS. period. and asians, japanese, thais, filipinos, singaporeans all engage
in sex tourism. It's just that ang mohs are more open about it. (read sex slaves, a book about the sex trade in asia for details)
anyway i digress.
i must say that the Patpong trip really left deep impressions in all of us. At first, me and jesse were reluctant, and i was especially reluctant after all the touting to visit the various sleazy joints that offered pussy shows and prostitution. I don't say this because i want to portray myself as a morally upright person, but really, i type this as a record for my own thoughts.
1) Prostitution is wrong
2) Pussy shows are wrong
anyway, there was a lot of debate and dilly dallying between us on whether we should support the sex industry in Patpong. In the end, for the sake of friendship and togetherness, i went into one of the bars with my friends. Lucky me, i was on the outer left side of the 4 of us while jesse was on the right side. So obviously, me and jesse were the two who got the most "attention" (though unwanted) of the night.
Zl was unwilling to drink the beer (fuck man, we paid 300 baht (around $12) for the show and a free drink). well he was worried it was drugged. and we had to stick together, despite how unwilling i was to encourage such an immoral industry.
and fuck you all who say i'm doing this to show my good side. I had visited thailand before for community service, to Phayao, where girls are being saved from the sad sad life of being FORCED into the sex trade. i absolutely do not want this fate to befall any girl.
frankly, i feel sorry for the girls. there was this girl in a bikini to my left, and all she said and did the whole time we were there was to rub her breasts against my shoulder and say "sir, buy drink for me sir" and "sir some tips please sir". I think that's all the english she ever knew. and when i tried asking her when she entered the trade, she didn't understand. i really don't know if we did help the girls that little bit when we went into the "show". I sure hope we did, but whatever money we spent at the bar was probably going into the hands of the pimps and the controllers.
these girls have no future, and frankly, when the novelty of pussy shows wears off, these girls are just another statistic in the burgeoning sex industry of asia. i do regret going into the show, to pay 500 baht (with tips, dumb story, ask me another time) to support the industry. i was just fucking digusted, and fucking angry and sad with the humanity.
really, it was the worst of humanity on show. where girls were reduced to less than their humanity, to being the object of ogling men and curious tourists. (incidently, the bar was empty except for the 4 of us guys, another chinese man, and 2 foreigners who left soon after the show girl shot ballons with needles from her pussy). it's just sad. and these girls are broken into the sex trade, they accept their fate, they accept their status as the lowest of the low, for the pimps have already broken their self-esteem and sense of self-worth. you can injure a person physically, but the emotional and psychological scars will often last a lifetime, and potentially never heal ever again.
I'm sorry to all those who ever believed i was never the sort to engage in sex tourism. in fact, i'm sorry for myself, to having actually supported the industry in whatever little way i have. i comfort myself a little in telling me it was with friends, if i had gone alone, i would never had visited patpong at all. what's the use of having such high morals in a time of troubling society such as today? i really don't know. perhaps i'm in a mess i never knew.
but really, this backpacking trip has taught me much bout the world and much about myself. i am thankful for the way my parents and my friends have shaped who i am, that i am much more moral than what some of my friends have become. you can scoff at me, laugh at me. i don't care. this short 1 week has taught me about human tragedy, about human suffering, about religion, from christianity, to catholicism, to hinduism, to islam, to buddhism and even judaism. It has taught me about cruelty, from Pol Pot's regime to Thai's cheebyeness in allowing the Japanese through. It has taught me about the human spirit, in that even in the face of unspeakable terror can humans find the will to survive and to be morally upright. (read As the Broken Glass floats by Chanrithy Him, a survivor of Pol Pot's regime).
I hope as i go further in my journey, i would learn more about myself. I must admit i have been frustrated at my travelling companions, but i must learn to compromise, even if i don't really like to. I must learn to stand for my rights, for my own beliefs and my own principles, and not get dragged into another incident such as patpong. and for all my christian friends, be glad to know i did pray to Jesus for forgiveness and hope for the survivors of cambodia. Religion to me is still very very mixed. In fact, even the Ramayana and Buddism makes sense to me now.
I am a very mixed up person.
On to vietnam. Hopefully, i can learn more about the vietnam war. after all, my goals for this trip were just to learn more about the vietnam war and to experience backpacking. Cambodia is an enchanting country. perhaps if given the choice by IES, i would like to work there someday.
And lastly, im sorry to all those i've let down with the trip to patpong. And really, i feel like i have let myself down. Sorry Areyu and Jew, for not remembering about your plights. Hopefully, some of the girls will escape their tortured existance. I can only pray.
lip
ranting
However,
1) we weren't there for the sex
2) we weren't there for the paedophilia
3) we DEFINITELY weren't there for the gay sex.
Anyway, we had a tough time finding Patpong, mainly because we took public transport, and Patpong isn't something you can find easily on a tourist map. 4 guys, together in Patpong makes a huge draw for all the touts and hookers in the area, and really we were being accosted all the way.
But first, some funny incidents. We were searching around the area, and accidently stumbled along the street where the ladyboys and the gays were. My god. I never had that many GUYS checking me out before. We were just walking down, and the number of heads that turned was like *oh shit*. I really thought we were going to be dragged into some dark alley and initiated into the world of the gays.
and really touts, DON'T EVER TOUCH ME!
it was shocking to say the least, to see old westerners engaging in idle chit chat with Thai boys. and holding hands. sharing spoons, sitting with a hand on the inner thigh. It was disturbing, even more so when touts approached us to offer us ladyboys. I mean if you see 4 GUYS travelling together, they must either be gay ALREADY, or have lost their way. Especially when the 4 guys are not holding hands or acting gay AT ALL.
I digress. Anyway, i must add that it may seem that i am condemming the western world for visiting patpong. I am actually. But it must be realised that in asia, homos are more underground and less upfront about their feelings as compared to caucasians. It is actually easier to see caucasians holding hands, kissing because they are more open sexually. so let's stop this pointing fingers thing. there ARE ASIAN GAYS. period. and asians, japanese, thais, filipinos, singaporeans all engage
in sex tourism. It's just that ang mohs are more open about it. (read sex slaves, a book about the sex trade in asia for details)
anyway i digress.
i must say that the Patpong trip really left deep impressions in all of us. At first, me and jesse were reluctant, and i was especially reluctant after all the touting to visit the various sleazy joints that offered pussy shows and prostitution. I don't say this because i want to portray myself as a morally upright person, but really, i type this as a record for my own thoughts.
1) Prostitution is wrong
2) Pussy shows are wrong
anyway, there was a lot of debate and dilly dallying between us on whether we should support the sex industry in Patpong. In the end, for the sake of friendship and togetherness, i went into one of the bars with my friends. Lucky me, i was on the outer left side of the 4 of us while jesse was on the right side. So obviously, me and jesse were the two who got the most "attention" (though unwanted) of the night.
Zl was unwilling to drink the beer (fuck man, we paid 300 baht (around $12) for the show and a free drink). well he was worried it was drugged. and we had to stick together, despite how unwilling i was to encourage such an immoral industry.
and fuck you all who say i'm doing this to show my good side. I had visited thailand before for community service, to Phayao, where girls are being saved from the sad sad life of being FORCED into the sex trade. i absolutely do not want this fate to befall any girl.
frankly, i feel sorry for the girls. there was this girl in a bikini to my left, and all she said and did the whole time we were there was to rub her breasts against my shoulder and say "sir, buy drink for me sir" and "sir some tips please sir". I think that's all the english she ever knew. and when i tried asking her when she entered the trade, she didn't understand. i really don't know if we did help the girls that little bit when we went into the "show". I sure hope we did, but whatever money we spent at the bar was probably going into the hands of the pimps and the controllers.
these girls have no future, and frankly, when the novelty of pussy shows wears off, these girls are just another statistic in the burgeoning sex industry of asia. i do regret going into the show, to pay 500 baht (with tips, dumb story, ask me another time) to support the industry. i was just fucking digusted, and fucking angry and sad with the humanity.
really, it was the worst of humanity on show. where girls were reduced to less than their humanity, to being the object of ogling men and curious tourists. (incidently, the bar was empty except for the 4 of us guys, another chinese man, and 2 foreigners who left soon after the show girl shot ballons with needles from her pussy). it's just sad. and these girls are broken into the sex trade, they accept their fate, they accept their status as the lowest of the low, for the pimps have already broken their self-esteem and sense of self-worth. you can injure a person physically, but the emotional and psychological scars will often last a lifetime, and potentially never heal ever again.
I'm sorry to all those who ever believed i was never the sort to engage in sex tourism. in fact, i'm sorry for myself, to having actually supported the industry in whatever little way i have. i comfort myself a little in telling me it was with friends, if i had gone alone, i would never had visited patpong at all. what's the use of having such high morals in a time of troubling society such as today? i really don't know. perhaps i'm in a mess i never knew.
but really, this backpacking trip has taught me much bout the world and much about myself. i am thankful for the way my parents and my friends have shaped who i am, that i am much more moral than what some of my friends have become. you can scoff at me, laugh at me. i don't care. this short 1 week has taught me about human tragedy, about human suffering, about religion, from christianity, to catholicism, to hinduism, to islam, to buddhism and even judaism. It has taught me about cruelty, from Pol Pot's regime to Thai's cheebyeness in allowing the Japanese through. It has taught me about the human spirit, in that even in the face of unspeakable terror can humans find the will to survive and to be morally upright. (read As the Broken Glass floats by Chanrithy Him, a survivor of Pol Pot's regime).
I hope as i go further in my journey, i would learn more about myself. I must admit i have been frustrated at my travelling companions, but i must learn to compromise, even if i don't really like to. I must learn to stand for my rights, for my own beliefs and my own principles, and not get dragged into another incident such as patpong. and for all my christian friends, be glad to know i did pray to Jesus for forgiveness and hope for the survivors of cambodia. Religion to me is still very very mixed. In fact, even the Ramayana and Buddism makes sense to me now.
I am a very mixed up person.
On to vietnam. Hopefully, i can learn more about the vietnam war. after all, my goals for this trip were just to learn more about the vietnam war and to experience backpacking. Cambodia is an enchanting country. perhaps if given the choice by IES, i would like to work there someday.
And lastly, im sorry to all those i've let down with the trip to patpong. And really, i feel like i have let myself down. Sorry Areyu and Jew, for not remembering about your plights. Hopefully, some of the girls will escape their tortured existance. I can only pray.
lip
ranting
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Military Thoughts
Short short thoughts on everything.
1) Aranya Prather - Poi Pet has casinos. And linus's Dad (from KoC) used to be a shareholder there. Wow.
2) We had a 4 hour wait at the border. Before that was a 6 hour train ride. During the wait, we overheard a german talking to a couple of young british. The german was there to take Camobodian Children into thailand for the sex trade. FUCKING GERMANS.
3) Cambodia is war torn. Begging was prevalent at Poi Pet. Even the bridges over the dirt road were military Bailey Bridges, used by the SAF engineers circa 1970s. And the wilderness was arid. Like totally flat ground. The trees were totally burned away from the wars 2 decades back, and no people were living on the land, because of the huge landmine problem.
4) Love you all, Sis bro, mum dad. Good luck:)
lip
ranting
1) Aranya Prather - Poi Pet has casinos. And linus's Dad (from KoC) used to be a shareholder there. Wow.
2) We had a 4 hour wait at the border. Before that was a 6 hour train ride. During the wait, we overheard a german talking to a couple of young british. The german was there to take Camobodian Children into thailand for the sex trade. FUCKING GERMANS.
3) Cambodia is war torn. Begging was prevalent at Poi Pet. Even the bridges over the dirt road were military Bailey Bridges, used by the SAF engineers circa 1970s. And the wilderness was arid. Like totally flat ground. The trees were totally burned away from the wars 2 decades back, and no people were living on the land, because of the huge landmine problem.
4) Love you all, Sis bro, mum dad. Good luck:)
lip
ranting
Thoughts In Cambodia
I went to the Toul Sleng Museum today.
During Pol Pot's regime from 1975-1979, the Toul Sleng was a prison called S 21 prison. It housed prisoners against the Khmer Rouge. Actually, it was a lousy excuse for a genocide.
Amazing how communism can incite such hatred against the educated and the priviledged. To kill 2 million people in 4 years is certainly a huge logistical success. So were the Holocaust, Rwanda's genocide and Nanking Massacre.
Ultimately, guns will always rule over logic and reasoning, for the simple fact that shooting someone is infinitely easier than converting someone over to your side.
I've been fine lately, been sleeping in a lot of air con guesthouses :) so wasting a lil more money then i expected. Oh well well. 1st week is over, now for the 2nd week up.
actually, cambodia is a country of unexpected paradoxes. amidst the ruins of war and terror, they are rebuilding their lives through the capitalist system, run by a dictatorial Hun Sen. Hopefully, the children of Cambodia can see beyong their fractured past and build for a better tommorrow. Poi Pet was the Wild Wild West, where dusty roads and beggars filled the streets. Siem Reap was seedy, a lil unsettling, but in Phomn Penh, it feels just like Bangkok or even a Singapore in the 1950s.
And it's the Khmer New Year, so more water splashes. SHIT.
Happy New Year, Cambodia
lip
ranting
During Pol Pot's regime from 1975-1979, the Toul Sleng was a prison called S 21 prison. It housed prisoners against the Khmer Rouge. Actually, it was a lousy excuse for a genocide.
Amazing how communism can incite such hatred against the educated and the priviledged. To kill 2 million people in 4 years is certainly a huge logistical success. So were the Holocaust, Rwanda's genocide and Nanking Massacre.
Ultimately, guns will always rule over logic and reasoning, for the simple fact that shooting someone is infinitely easier than converting someone over to your side.
I've been fine lately, been sleeping in a lot of air con guesthouses :) so wasting a lil more money then i expected. Oh well well. 1st week is over, now for the 2nd week up.
actually, cambodia is a country of unexpected paradoxes. amidst the ruins of war and terror, they are rebuilding their lives through the capitalist system, run by a dictatorial Hun Sen. Hopefully, the children of Cambodia can see beyong their fractured past and build for a better tommorrow. Poi Pet was the Wild Wild West, where dusty roads and beggars filled the streets. Siem Reap was seedy, a lil unsettling, but in Phomn Penh, it feels just like Bangkok or even a Singapore in the 1950s.
And it's the Khmer New Year, so more water splashes. SHIT.
Happy New Year, Cambodia
lip
ranting
Friday, April 15, 2005
Something Written on a Long Train Ride
I'm on the train to Aranya Prathet. Class 3 & yesterday's air-con ride does have its difference. While we could relax in yesterday's comforts, it was back to the barest necessities when we reached today's train. Standing space. Nothing more, a lot of things very much less.
It has really brought me back to the days in Phayao, where the people were content with their lives, where the next human want did not exist. We saw a peaceful community, content to load their belongings on a train back home, presumably after their new year (Songkran) festivities. Elderly folks, content to lug heavy bags of vegetables onto a long haul trip, chatting amongst themselves above the din of the locomotive. There even was a guy chatting up one girl right in front of us! I wonder if Singapore would ever have such a scene on her MRT.
Khok Makok station reached @ 0930. We have a long journey ahead, and more uncertainty & fun as we draw nearer to the unknown - Cambodia beckons.
lip
ranting
It has really brought me back to the days in Phayao, where the people were content with their lives, where the next human want did not exist. We saw a peaceful community, content to load their belongings on a train back home, presumably after their new year (Songkran) festivities. Elderly folks, content to lug heavy bags of vegetables onto a long haul trip, chatting amongst themselves above the din of the locomotive. There even was a guy chatting up one girl right in front of us! I wonder if Singapore would ever have such a scene on her MRT.
Khok Makok station reached @ 0930. We have a long journey ahead, and more uncertainty & fun as we draw nearer to the unknown - Cambodia beckons.
lip
ranting
Thursday, April 14, 2005
In Cambodia:)
Hey all,
very very frightened now in Cambodia. It's 12 am and I'm surrounded by lots of Cambodians. Help me,
on another note, i'll blog about the war, the sexploitation and the whole lot of gunk over here:)
i'm fine!
CyAA
ranting
very very frightened now in Cambodia. It's 12 am and I'm surrounded by lots of Cambodians. Help me,
on another note, i'll blog about the war, the sexploitation and the whole lot of gunk over here:)
i'm fine!
CyAA
ranting
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Adious
This time tomorrow morning, i'll be on a plane to Bangkok, to bang my cock. hmm maybe not, that'll hurt actually.
it's the start of Songkran tomorrow in Thailand, which means we're going to get soaking wet. On the bright side, there'll be girls in wet t-shirts so we can ogle all we like. hehe.
jokes aside, the accomodation is going to be a problem, because khaosan road is going to be jammed packed full. hopefully, we can get a good place to stay. As in good = no bed bugs, cheap (less than 500 baht HOPEFULLY, better still 100 baht) and hopefully in the same hotel:)
then it's shopping at MBK. Too bad we will miss chaptukchat (or however you spell it). Settle our visas to cambodia and the bus ride/train ride/whatever ride to Siem Reap too.
hehe it is THAT unplanned folks. i don't even know when i'm coming back. gonna be fun. Hope i have enough money, but then there's always phone call back to dad to beg for more money if required:) hehe.
adious!
lip
ranting
it's the start of Songkran tomorrow in Thailand, which means we're going to get soaking wet. On the bright side, there'll be girls in wet t-shirts so we can ogle all we like. hehe.
jokes aside, the accomodation is going to be a problem, because khaosan road is going to be jammed packed full. hopefully, we can get a good place to stay. As in good = no bed bugs, cheap (less than 500 baht HOPEFULLY, better still 100 baht) and hopefully in the same hotel:)
then it's shopping at MBK. Too bad we will miss chaptukchat (or however you spell it). Settle our visas to cambodia and the bus ride/train ride/whatever ride to Siem Reap too.
hehe it is THAT unplanned folks. i don't even know when i'm coming back. gonna be fun. Hope i have enough money, but then there's always phone call back to dad to beg for more money if required:) hehe.
adious!
lip
ranting
Friday, April 08, 2005
One of those moments
I thought i was past teenage angst and feeling lousy and sad and totally drained. You know, the sort of feeling you get when the hormones just drain you totally and you are feeling snappy and uncooperative and just plain "wrong".
well, i'm having one of those moments right now.
it happened while i was just reading through some of my sister's entries and also her friend's (quite a cutie:), and then the whole melancholy and angst in those posts just made me feel angsty again.
like, JC love and secondary school blues. Those will always stay with you. I remember secondary school I was the most uncooperative shithead ever. I think. I did have a temper, i still do. Mum's temper must have rubbed off on me, though dad is such an even tempered guy. Either the quick tempered or even tempered lip jin can emerge at any moment, so even I don't really know myself.
i remember it was like after the sec 3 exams, and i did really badly for it. It's stressful you know, when you sit beside jiayong and junwen and jiayong is like A1 for lit, and Junwen is like A1 for science and you stare at your paper and it says like C6 or C5 or some dumb grade.
never actually failed something, till i got E8 for Higher Chinese in Sec 3.
hehe. well, i got called up to the chinese HOD, and the conversation went something roughly like this:
HOD: "you have to drop higher chinese".
Me: "Why?"
HOD: "it'll be better for your overall grades."
Me: "But i know i can do it"
HOD: "sorry, please consider dropping it. It'll be better for you."
then she passed me a paper to sign and confirm i was dropping higher chinese.
i took the paper, went out of the office, and disposed of it in the nearest damn dustbin i could find.
then i went crazy. I slammed all the doors along the 2nd floor near the astroturf, kick tables and chairs in every classroom, punching boards, hurling chairs; even thought of spraying the fire extinguisher all over the classrooms.
i couldn't believe it. It was like: ME? ASKED TO FUCKING DROP A FUCKING SUBJECT? go to hell. I know my own abilities. I know i screwed up. but don't make me do something i don't want to do, or there'll be hell to pay.
I think RI has a problem with students getting B3s for subjects, it pulls down their overall grades. Makes them look bad. I bet i was on every teacher's "sure get a whole lot of A2s and B3s" list.
and i even got into SSS. wow. The infamous SSS. Laugh all you want. NO ONE, i repeat, NO ONE, gets into SSS unless you are some chain-smoking, house-breaking rugby/soccer player.
Thank God for SSS actually. I actually studied for the first time in my life:).
and i went from getting the lowest Geography score in GEP history (4/25) to full marks. haha. that was funny. The geog teacher was like "eyes-wide-open-can't-believe-this".
never doubt my abilities, and never doubt your own abilities when everyone takes you down. grit your teeth, DEFY AUTHORITY and do what you believe in.
So on to JC life. It was fun. you know, ever had one of those moments where you just lie in bed, think about what could have been? especially relationships. reading sis's friend's blog made me think a lot there.
and i got one of those moments. it's like i always thought it would last. I wouldn't want to be in the middle, i want to be the last one. You know, those letters, the pictures, the gifts, the memories. they stay with you. I used to have this box keeping all my letters and pictures from her. read them all day long back in 2003. gives you hope when something as hopeless as army comes by, especially OCS. and of course, engineers and the shit that came inside. (To think of it, it's only ONE fucking shitbag that shat all over the course - well, it only takes one shithole).
Did i think it was over then? Of course not. It was like "i wish this was temporary", which morphed into "her current boyfriend is a dickhead and it's a mistake" and finally "i wish her all the best and hope she'll be happy". the first step i took after one particularly nasty drunken phone call was to throw out all my possessions.
try it. It helps. No more reminders, no more hang-ons from a previous era, no more memories, no more illusions.
sometimes, i regret it. mostly, i don't think about it. simply because it's not around anymore. I do keep the memories, for myself, the fun we had blading, shopping, watching shows, eating, eating and more eating. hehe. i guess you really need to open your heart to someone sometime.
and really, i just need to be alone sometimes. Most of the time actually. I like company, but as friends have realised, i don't reveal myself too much. i like my space, my music, my daydreams, my melancholy. i like peace, i like waves crashing into the beach, i like blue skies, i like wind rushing through my hair as i blade, i like the blue expanse of the ocean as you windsurf through.
i guess i'll always be a loner with a penchant for crowds. and thanks to you, for you have been there, and you have made me into who i am today.
as a friend: will always be there.
(i wrote this in a stupor and while playing away at the piano, maybe it will be deleted. go on voyeurs, emotional truth at its starkest. Satie could never said it better with his Gymnopedies)
lip
ranting
well, i'm having one of those moments right now.
it happened while i was just reading through some of my sister's entries and also her friend's (quite a cutie:), and then the whole melancholy and angst in those posts just made me feel angsty again.
like, JC love and secondary school blues. Those will always stay with you. I remember secondary school I was the most uncooperative shithead ever. I think. I did have a temper, i still do. Mum's temper must have rubbed off on me, though dad is such an even tempered guy. Either the quick tempered or even tempered lip jin can emerge at any moment, so even I don't really know myself.
i remember it was like after the sec 3 exams, and i did really badly for it. It's stressful you know, when you sit beside jiayong and junwen and jiayong is like A1 for lit, and Junwen is like A1 for science and you stare at your paper and it says like C6 or C5 or some dumb grade.
never actually failed something, till i got E8 for Higher Chinese in Sec 3.
hehe. well, i got called up to the chinese HOD, and the conversation went something roughly like this:
HOD: "you have to drop higher chinese".
Me: "Why?"
HOD: "it'll be better for your overall grades."
Me: "But i know i can do it"
HOD: "sorry, please consider dropping it. It'll be better for you."
then she passed me a paper to sign and confirm i was dropping higher chinese.
i took the paper, went out of the office, and disposed of it in the nearest damn dustbin i could find.
then i went crazy. I slammed all the doors along the 2nd floor near the astroturf, kick tables and chairs in every classroom, punching boards, hurling chairs; even thought of spraying the fire extinguisher all over the classrooms.
i couldn't believe it. It was like: ME? ASKED TO FUCKING DROP A FUCKING SUBJECT? go to hell. I know my own abilities. I know i screwed up. but don't make me do something i don't want to do, or there'll be hell to pay.
I think RI has a problem with students getting B3s for subjects, it pulls down their overall grades. Makes them look bad. I bet i was on every teacher's "sure get a whole lot of A2s and B3s" list.
and i even got into SSS. wow. The infamous SSS. Laugh all you want. NO ONE, i repeat, NO ONE, gets into SSS unless you are some chain-smoking, house-breaking rugby/soccer player.
Thank God for SSS actually. I actually studied for the first time in my life:).
and i went from getting the lowest Geography score in GEP history (4/25) to full marks. haha. that was funny. The geog teacher was like "eyes-wide-open-can't-believe-this".
never doubt my abilities, and never doubt your own abilities when everyone takes you down. grit your teeth, DEFY AUTHORITY and do what you believe in.
So on to JC life. It was fun. you know, ever had one of those moments where you just lie in bed, think about what could have been? especially relationships. reading sis's friend's blog made me think a lot there.
and i got one of those moments. it's like i always thought it would last. I wouldn't want to be in the middle, i want to be the last one. You know, those letters, the pictures, the gifts, the memories. they stay with you. I used to have this box keeping all my letters and pictures from her. read them all day long back in 2003. gives you hope when something as hopeless as army comes by, especially OCS. and of course, engineers and the shit that came inside. (To think of it, it's only ONE fucking shitbag that shat all over the course - well, it only takes one shithole).
Did i think it was over then? Of course not. It was like "i wish this was temporary", which morphed into "her current boyfriend is a dickhead and it's a mistake" and finally "i wish her all the best and hope she'll be happy". the first step i took after one particularly nasty drunken phone call was to throw out all my possessions.
try it. It helps. No more reminders, no more hang-ons from a previous era, no more memories, no more illusions.
sometimes, i regret it. mostly, i don't think about it. simply because it's not around anymore. I do keep the memories, for myself, the fun we had blading, shopping, watching shows, eating, eating and more eating. hehe. i guess you really need to open your heart to someone sometime.
and really, i just need to be alone sometimes. Most of the time actually. I like company, but as friends have realised, i don't reveal myself too much. i like my space, my music, my daydreams, my melancholy. i like peace, i like waves crashing into the beach, i like blue skies, i like wind rushing through my hair as i blade, i like the blue expanse of the ocean as you windsurf through.
i guess i'll always be a loner with a penchant for crowds. and thanks to you, for you have been there, and you have made me into who i am today.
as a friend: will always be there.
(i wrote this in a stupor and while playing away at the piano, maybe it will be deleted. go on voyeurs, emotional truth at its starkest. Satie could never said it better with his Gymnopedies)
lip
ranting
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Si Beh Luan Engineers
Just posted on singaporearmystories about life in 39 SCE! haha. All those in 39, give comments okay? then we'll try to make the current 39 more and more hectic, cos we already ORD LOH!
then if you wanna post, comment here, i'll just add them if I find anything funny:)
xie xie! terima kasih!
lip
ranting
then if you wanna post, comment here, i'll just add them if I find anything funny:)
xie xie! terima kasih!
lip
ranting
Packing...
i was packing for the upcoming trip these two days... and i must say, army has thought me a lot about packing:)
like, i brought along some bungee cords (to secure stuff, hang clothes etc), black tape (for lots of things), a mug (for water), even maybe a boil water thingy (still considering)
and i even brought my goretex jacket. green and very waterproof. which would be GREAT because it's gonna be the water festival when we arrive in Bangkok. Songkran.
from this website
changed my cash too, around 600 USD should see me through 33 days (hopefully, on USD $20 a day). Now just to photocopy my passports, ICs, license, first aid cards and blah blah blah and it's done.
thanks to Thai for all the vietnam info:) gal, u're great:) hehe. (thanks wendy for the intro ya...) also thanks to Jiahui for the advice and Hanoi guide:) hehe... post it on your blog le...
gonna leave for a month. But now different, no gf to bother about, a lot more independent, a lot less rooted. It's gonna be a fun experience.
Keep reading for updates! i'll be blogging and hopefully posting pictures of our adventures! adious!
lip
ranting
like, i brought along some bungee cords (to secure stuff, hang clothes etc), black tape (for lots of things), a mug (for water), even maybe a boil water thingy (still considering)
and i even brought my goretex jacket. green and very waterproof. which would be GREAT because it's gonna be the water festival when we arrive in Bangkok. Songkran.
Excerpt:
Known the worldover for its characteristic tradition of water-throwing ranging from a courteous sprinkle or a polite splash, to harmless water pistols and showers from garden hoses to the well-aimed bucket or water-cannon... delivered in a festive spirit. Without a doubt, on the practical side, Songkran is a refreshing solution to "beating the heat" in the hottest season of the year.
from this website
changed my cash too, around 600 USD should see me through 33 days (hopefully, on USD $20 a day). Now just to photocopy my passports, ICs, license, first aid cards and blah blah blah and it's done.
thanks to Thai for all the vietnam info:) gal, u're great:) hehe. (thanks wendy for the intro ya...) also thanks to Jiahui for the advice and Hanoi guide:) hehe... post it on your blog le...
gonna leave for a month. But now different, no gf to bother about, a lot more independent, a lot less rooted. It's gonna be a fun experience.
Keep reading for updates! i'll be blogging and hopefully posting pictures of our adventures! adious!
lip
ranting
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Blog Surfing
It's 2 am, I can't sleep, so i've decided to blog surf.
http://urbanmalebitch.blogspot.com/ - Urban Male Bitch. I think he's in Thailand at the moment, where I am about to go to next week. Goody.
Remember to go Booze for Jimmy Walkers at S$56. WOW.
Then there's Silly Celle. I must she's pretty photogenic. But got look like Ah lian b4:). Interesting recent post about acne and differin gel. NO you don't die from ingesting differin gel (I think). Well, don't use it if you're afraid, use Retin-A instead.
Pretty much the two blogs i had time for tonight. Feeling tired, still gotta go William's house tomorrow for Burnout and SQUASH! (the real kind, not the game).
lip
ranting
http://urbanmalebitch.blogspot.com/ - Urban Male Bitch. I think he's in Thailand at the moment, where I am about to go to next week. Goody.
Remember to go Booze for Jimmy Walkers at S$56. WOW.
Excerpt
A friend SMSed:
Remember your passports,
Inform mindef,
Bring enough cash,
Condoms I have,
Most Importantly,
Don't leave your dick behind.
See you guys at the airport tomorrow.
Then there's Silly Celle. I must she's pretty photogenic. But got look like Ah lian b4:). Interesting recent post about acne and differin gel. NO you don't die from ingesting differin gel (I think). Well, don't use it if you're afraid, use Retin-A instead.
I explained my situation and she came up with a verdict:
I have a hormonal imbalance!!!
Apparently, I have too much testosterone (bbahh.. not a surprise I guess).
(Does my testosterone explain my chor lo-ness?I am so manly..)
Pretty much the two blogs i had time for tonight. Feeling tired, still gotta go William's house tomorrow for Burnout and SQUASH! (the real kind, not the game).
lip
ranting
I love cubans and more serious stuff
Why oh why is the world surrounded by people in love, people out of love, and people who don't give a shit about love?
now let's see... i belong to... category B and C. People out of love and people who don't give a shit about love.
now that's a lonely trait. But then, people who are lonely are often happy. contradiction? maybe.
I am happy. I think. I like my life as it is, guys nights out at Walas, meeting new people, going for drinks with friends, meeting female friends got random dinners monthly or so. it was so different when i was attached.
then again, it might be better to attach. I've been reading around, and i though like guys are more sensitive than women actually! REALLY??!?!?...
well. lemme illustrate. both Js haven's forgotten about their respective Ms, HL is being hounded by her ex, J is being hounded too, S is with some rich guy with a nice car, and I am sitting in the centre of it all, looking around at the drama.
how very interesting. If u know me well enough, u should know who i am talking about.
even HT can't forget about S.
So i asked myself? Have i really moved on? or am I just stuck in the singlehood gap, where i just like being alone, with my guitar, piano and laptop.
i don't know really. 18th doesn't have that much of a significance anymore, unlike some friends i know. and when she didn't turn up for my commissioning parade, like she promised to, i had heartache, but didn't feel the need to bawl my heart out.
bare the soul and show the heart.
Lemme give you my theories.
Girl breaks up. Bawls for an hour. Calls female friends. Cries, analyses behaviour over past month, checks letters, cries again, sobs to sleep, a week later, goes for shopping therapy. Heals.
Guy breaks up. Doesn't cry. Goes around. Life is normal. Says hi to friends. Asks WANNA GO FOR A DRINK? parties wildly, buys a lot of drinks for people he doesn't know, gets dead drunk, makes drunken phone call to gal, screams YOU RUINED MY LIFE YOU STUPID BITCH, wakes up next morning, regrets, calls gal, says sorry. Wash rinse repeat.
Point 1) ALL GUYS HAVE MADE THAT DRUNKEN PHONE CALL.
Point 2) GUYS REMEMBER MORE DETAILS.
Point 3) GUYS MOVE ON SLOWER.
DAMMIT I WANNA BE A GAL. haha. ok ok maybe not, cos i'll miss my dick. but imagine, how do you even fucking pee with a pussy? *shudder* if i could be a gal for a day, i'll masturbate and see what a female orgasm feels like. yay. most of yall don't even have one yet anyway :) and boobs. wonder how THAT feels like on you.
ok back from my train of hedonistic and morally wrong thoughts.
You see, i'm surrounded my friends who pine for their ex-es. did i pine for my ex? I sure did. but it has healed somewhat. after all, i don't have a nice car:( hehe. but i have friends who party the hell out of their brain, get shit drunk, and do stuff i consider to be wrong.
wait that's hell cool. Raymi does that. me wuvs raymi.
maybe it's time to shed the good lip jin and become the bad lip jin. but then all the bad lip jin does is sleep in bed and type blogs that no one gives a shit about.
wow whee. wake up. all of you. I only known of 1 friend who's ex came back to him, and because she wanted him back too. and really, it's better to move on then to pine for those you have once loved and lost. and in reality, once gals make up their mind (THAT EX IS A JERK!) and you fall into the "FRIEND" category, it's never possible to ever have sexual relations with that woman again.
unless you're Bill Clinton. I didn't inhale too.
maybe I should become someone like David Gan, lots of celeb friends who ARE DAMN CHIO and DAMN POPULAR, but lonely and ugly. yay. my new role model is David Gan.
lip
ranting
now let's see... i belong to... category B and C. People out of love and people who don't give a shit about love.
now that's a lonely trait. But then, people who are lonely are often happy. contradiction? maybe.
I am happy. I think. I like my life as it is, guys nights out at Walas, meeting new people, going for drinks with friends, meeting female friends got random dinners monthly or so. it was so different when i was attached.
then again, it might be better to attach. I've been reading around, and i though like guys are more sensitive than women actually! REALLY??!?!?...
well. lemme illustrate. both Js haven's forgotten about their respective Ms, HL is being hounded by her ex, J is being hounded too, S is with some rich guy with a nice car, and I am sitting in the centre of it all, looking around at the drama.
how very interesting. If u know me well enough, u should know who i am talking about.
even HT can't forget about S.
So i asked myself? Have i really moved on? or am I just stuck in the singlehood gap, where i just like being alone, with my guitar, piano and laptop.
i don't know really. 18th doesn't have that much of a significance anymore, unlike some friends i know. and when she didn't turn up for my commissioning parade, like she promised to, i had heartache, but didn't feel the need to bawl my heart out.
bare the soul and show the heart.
Lemme give you my theories.
Girl breaks up. Bawls for an hour. Calls female friends. Cries, analyses behaviour over past month, checks letters, cries again, sobs to sleep, a week later, goes for shopping therapy. Heals.
Guy breaks up. Doesn't cry. Goes around. Life is normal. Says hi to friends. Asks WANNA GO FOR A DRINK? parties wildly, buys a lot of drinks for people he doesn't know, gets dead drunk, makes drunken phone call to gal, screams YOU RUINED MY LIFE YOU STUPID BITCH, wakes up next morning, regrets, calls gal, says sorry. Wash rinse repeat.
Point 1) ALL GUYS HAVE MADE THAT DRUNKEN PHONE CALL.
Point 2) GUYS REMEMBER MORE DETAILS.
Point 3) GUYS MOVE ON SLOWER.
DAMMIT I WANNA BE A GAL. haha. ok ok maybe not, cos i'll miss my dick. but imagine, how do you even fucking pee with a pussy? *shudder* if i could be a gal for a day, i'll masturbate and see what a female orgasm feels like. yay. most of yall don't even have one yet anyway :) and boobs. wonder how THAT feels like on you.
ok back from my train of hedonistic and morally wrong thoughts.
You see, i'm surrounded my friends who pine for their ex-es. did i pine for my ex? I sure did. but it has healed somewhat. after all, i don't have a nice car:( hehe. but i have friends who party the hell out of their brain, get shit drunk, and do stuff i consider to be wrong.
wait that's hell cool. Raymi does that. me wuvs raymi.
maybe it's time to shed the good lip jin and become the bad lip jin. but then all the bad lip jin does is sleep in bed and type blogs that no one gives a shit about.
wow whee. wake up. all of you. I only known of 1 friend who's ex came back to him, and because she wanted him back too. and really, it's better to move on then to pine for those you have once loved and lost. and in reality, once gals make up their mind (THAT EX IS A JERK!) and you fall into the "FRIEND" category, it's never possible to ever have sexual relations with that woman again.
unless you're Bill Clinton. I didn't inhale too.
maybe I should become someone like David Gan, lots of celeb friends who ARE DAMN CHIO and DAMN POPULAR, but lonely and ugly. yay. my new role model is David Gan.
lip
ranting
Love the way people can't take a joke
Hey, guy living in Quebec city! Nice seeing you around this region! You know, you're the one who left this in my comments:
btw.
1) i'm more likely to die in cambodia than vietnem
2) shit happens because it just does. Weak will? cowardice? maybe maybe. and really, I am the only thing happenning to myself?
3) what happened to those people happening around me? like...
a) Pope died. Really. I'll take a minute silence on friday as a sign of respect to him. He was a great human. And he was tolerent of other religions and other views.
b) Heysel incident? Where liverpool and Juve fans fucked themselves up when I was born?
c) The girl who got bird flu in vietnam cos she drank duck's blood?
ermm.. ok i make no sense. Anyway, i welcome comments, but please please please, don't flame. After all, there are A LOT of alternative views on the web. Whether muslim, jew, christian, catholic. you are ENTITLED TO YOUR OWN FUCKING VIEW. so please don't post a personal attack on me on my own blog thank you very much.
and btw, if shit has happened before, it happens only cos i made a joke about it HERE.
etc.
May the Shit be with you.
and next time, please leave your name so i can flame you back.
okay:)? love you too.
lip
ranting
Excerpt
hey FUCK U N GO TO HELL.
I HOPE U FUCKING STEP ON A LAND MINE AND DIE IN VIETNAME U SON OF A BITCH.
THAT SHIT HAPPENS IS A RESULT OF YOUR FUCKING BRAIN AND FUCKING PIECE OF WEAK WILL AND COWARDICE TELLING YOU THAT SHIT IS HAPPENING, BECOS YOU ARE THE ONLY THING HAPPENING TO YOURSELF YOU SELF-RIGHTEOUS BASTARD.
btw.
1) i'm more likely to die in cambodia than vietnem
2) shit happens because it just does. Weak will? cowardice? maybe maybe. and really, I am the only thing happenning to myself?
3) what happened to those people happening around me? like...
a) Pope died. Really. I'll take a minute silence on friday as a sign of respect to him. He was a great human. And he was tolerent of other religions and other views.
b) Heysel incident? Where liverpool and Juve fans fucked themselves up when I was born?
c) The girl who got bird flu in vietnam cos she drank duck's blood?
ermm.. ok i make no sense. Anyway, i welcome comments, but please please please, don't flame. After all, there are A LOT of alternative views on the web. Whether muslim, jew, christian, catholic. you are ENTITLED TO YOUR OWN FUCKING VIEW. so please don't post a personal attack on me on my own blog thank you very much.
and btw, if shit has happened before, it happens only cos i made a joke about it HERE.
Excerpt:
Catholicism: If shit happens, you deserved it
Islam: That shit happens is the will of Allah
Buddhism: When shit happens, is it really shit?
etc.
May the Shit be with you.
and next time, please leave your name so i can flame you back.
okay:)? love you too.
lip
ranting
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Pictures
My extended family. With estranged aunts, healthy grandparents, and lots of digital touch up.
WOW!!!! I look gay... maybe i am... hmmmm
Me and sister... young and cute. look what i've become :(
Family... fat, and getting fatter.
Secondary 3.. I think. can't really remember.
My Dad and his MBA. He shook the hand of then president Wee Kim Wee. Wow.
Me as a baby... we take a family photo every ten years. Next time, it'll be when I graduate. Wait. IF i graduate. hehe
Fuck Terrorist
Monday, April 04, 2005
Send a message to God.
What a good way to say it...
from slate.com
Another comment on the recently deceased pontiff can be found here.
How radical the views of the netizens. We have lesbian couples, cool as shit-on-drugs bloggers like raymi (my current favourite), [xiaxue you can go suck on her nipples], and tony pierce and cool hard trash talking, alternative view people on slate.msn.com.
Religion is crutch. A crutch for those who cannot and will not believe that Man is ultimately a fuck and die person. They want to feel purpose, they want to feel that they are important to someone. they want to feel a sense of belonging.
guess what. dream is over lover boy. You are alone. you are nothing. you are a fuck machine. you are here to procreate and die. sure sure, subscribe to any idealogy you like, zen: there is no shit, islam:that shit happens is the will of Allah, christian:forgive our shit. just know that it is a fearful thing to die. to switch off just like my little acer 8104 laptop here. power off, screen goes blank and black, and tada, new cache and memory when i restart it again.
so buddhist.
by the way, i went to a buddhist primary school, subscribed to christianity when i was in secondary school and have a few muslim friends. so fuck you if you think i am talking cock and bull.
So dear God, Allah, Jehovah, Buddha, Confusing Confucious, Plato, Descartes, Scientology God. whatever.
Where were you when the Tsunami struck?
Where were you when 9-11 happened?
Where were you when wars broke out?
Where were you when the bomb blast in Southern Thailand Airport killed 2?
The Earth has survived for 4.2 billion years. In another few billion years, the sun will become a supernova and engulf this planet. and life will start again somewhere in the universe.
adious.
lip
ranting
Excerpt:
In the wake of the tsunami disaster, it's time for believers to take a more proactive role in world events. It's time to boycott God.
Centuries of uncritical worship have clearly produced a monster. God knows that he can sit passively by while human life is wantonly mowed down, and the next day, churches, synagogues, and mosques will be filled with believers thanking him for allowing the survivors to survive. The faithful will ask him to heal the wounded, while ignoring his failure to prevent the disaster in the first place. They will excuse his unwillingness to stave off destruction with alibis ("God wasn't there when the tsunami hit"—Suketu Mehta) and relativising ("for each victim tens of thousands yet live"—Russell Seitz), even if those excuses contradict God's other attributes, such as omnipresence or love for each individual life.
from slate.com
Another comment on the recently deceased pontiff can be found here.
Excerpt:The papacy is not, in theory, a man-made office at all. Its holder is chosen for life, by God himself, to hold the keys of Peter and to be the vicar of Christ on earth. This is yet another of the self-imposed tortures that faith inflicts upon itself. It means that you have to believe that the pope before last, who held on to the job for a matter of weeks before dying (or, according to some, before being murdered) was either unchosen by God in some fit of celestial pique, or left unprotected by heaven against his assassins. And it means that you have to believe that the public agony and humiliation endured by the pontiff was also part of some divine design. In the case of a presidency, or even a monarchy, provision can be made for abdication and succession when physical and mental deliquescence occur. But there could obviously not have been any graceful retirement in the case of John Paul II. The next vicar of Christ could hardly be expected to perform his sacred duties knowing that there was a still-living vicar of Christ, however decrepit, on the scene. Thus, and as with the Schiavo case, every last morsel of misery has been compulsorily extracted from the business of death. For the people who credit the idea, apparently, heaven can wait. Odd.
How radical the views of the netizens. We have lesbian couples, cool as shit-on-drugs bloggers like raymi (my current favourite), [xiaxue you can go suck on her nipples], and tony pierce and cool hard trash talking, alternative view people on slate.msn.com.
Religion is crutch. A crutch for those who cannot and will not believe that Man is ultimately a fuck and die person. They want to feel purpose, they want to feel that they are important to someone. they want to feel a sense of belonging.
guess what. dream is over lover boy. You are alone. you are nothing. you are a fuck machine. you are here to procreate and die. sure sure, subscribe to any idealogy you like, zen: there is no shit, islam:that shit happens is the will of Allah, christian:forgive our shit. just know that it is a fearful thing to die. to switch off just like my little acer 8104 laptop here. power off, screen goes blank and black, and tada, new cache and memory when i restart it again.
so buddhist.
by the way, i went to a buddhist primary school, subscribed to christianity when i was in secondary school and have a few muslim friends. so fuck you if you think i am talking cock and bull.
So dear God, Allah, Jehovah, Buddha, Confusing Confucious, Plato, Descartes, Scientology God. whatever.
Where were you when the Tsunami struck?
Where were you when 9-11 happened?
Where were you when wars broke out?
Where were you when the bomb blast in Southern Thailand Airport killed 2?
The Earth has survived for 4.2 billion years. In another few billion years, the sun will become a supernova and engulf this planet. and life will start again somewhere in the universe.
adious.
lip
ranting
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Raymi
Omfg.
I just found the coolest blog site on earth.
check out raymi's blog here.
How irreverent when talking about a dead pope.
Also i love tony pierce. Weird american and canadian shit heads on drugs. my gawd. they're way cool. why make your brow so high browed and unreadable and un-understandable when you can just comment on fucking and dead popes.
i am too staid. need to revamp. but that is just not me.
who is me anyway? wadever. I have periods where i feel high and drunk and just cuss away and am crazy and want to take drugs and drink a lot and want to fuck every single girl on the dance floor.
then i have other times where i am just normal and saying hi and friendly and witty and acting damn spasticated.
then i have other times where i scream at my mum and shout at my brother and hurt the ones i love around me and cuss and swear and play god damned beethoven on the piano at fucking 2 am in the morning cos it is so required to wake the neighbours up.
i like jazz. soothes the soul. and i'm really into avant garde piano. you know, the one where you just play notes and chords and sing along. and everyone pretends that you are great when you are actually just some blind half ass fuck like ray charles or stevie wonder.
blind people have all the luck. i have twice the skill and infinitely less fame than blind black fucks like ray and stevie.
shit on me grave.
P.S. that is so going to get me killed in chicago.
lip
ranting
I just found the coolest blog site on earth.
check out raymi's blog here.
Excerpt from Raymi
i must have cried eighty times last nite because i am a soap opera and i almost threw up but i didn't.
i went out for a smoke at one point and asked this wannabe hipster for a light and i thanked him afterward and he went, MMHMMM.
How irreverent when talking about a dead pope.
Also i love tony pierce. Weird american and canadian shit heads on drugs. my gawd. they're way cool. why make your brow so high browed and unreadable and un-understandable when you can just comment on fucking and dead popes.
Excerpt from tony pierce
my tivo's fucked. but unlike the pope, it will be back and better than ever once i take it to my dude.
i am too staid. need to revamp. but that is just not me.
who is me anyway? wadever. I have periods where i feel high and drunk and just cuss away and am crazy and want to take drugs and drink a lot and want to fuck every single girl on the dance floor.
then i have other times where i am just normal and saying hi and friendly and witty and acting damn spasticated.
then i have other times where i scream at my mum and shout at my brother and hurt the ones i love around me and cuss and swear and play god damned beethoven on the piano at fucking 2 am in the morning cos it is so required to wake the neighbours up.
i like jazz. soothes the soul. and i'm really into avant garde piano. you know, the one where you just play notes and chords and sing along. and everyone pretends that you are great when you are actually just some blind half ass fuck like ray charles or stevie wonder.
blind people have all the luck. i have twice the skill and infinitely less fame than blind black fucks like ray and stevie.
shit on me grave.
P.S. that is so going to get me killed in chicago.
lip
ranting
Musings on a monday morning
If anyone wants to experience a mini stampede, try walking against the human flow at Raffles Place MRT at 8.30 am on a monday morning.
That's what I did.
Honestly, the closest Singapore can ever get to a organised march is either the 24 km route march in BMT, or a morning rush hour after a train has stopped at one of the major interchanges.
Well, i saw people this morning. Not just faces on the train, but real living, breathing people. People with emotions. Tat old man sitting opposite me eating his macdonalds, the lady on the train dressing to catch the eye of any guy, and generally people just minding their own business and hustling and bustling everywhere.
then i saw 2 backpackers. and i wanted to talk to them, for backpackers have all the stories in the world to tell, and usually they are very interesting.
and i though, why don't singaporeans talk to one another anymore?
The last time i asked a lady for the time, she looked at me as though i was going to steal her wallet, drag her off the train and rape her. and being singaporeans, i am sure that none on the train would have taken any action if i had done just that.
Singaporeans are just pathetically apathetic. Example. The pope died. and this guy goes on the radio, and tells the "pope joke": about how it was raining back in the 1980s when the pope came and he joked "that i liked watersports."
because it was raining.
wow. how funny. of course, not making light of his death, but if you can't tell a real joke, please keep it off the national airwaves thank you very much.
back to apathy. the morning rush is soooo depressing i tell you. I know i know, you all are going to work, and work is depressing. but at least appear happy. when i look around the MRT, all i see are glum faces. that man over there, he's thinking: "DAMN MY BOSS", and that woman over there is going like "I NEED TO HAVE SEX WITH MY BOSS". (okay okay i'm making this all up).
but seriously folks, if you want to be noticed, there's no use putting on all the make up on the world to get noticed on the MRT. just put on a smile. Serious. Smiles are rare in the world today. i caught a smile on the MRT, and it made my day. Of course, it was from a pretty lady, but then, i was grinning like a fool all the way because i just found it soooo hilarious that everyone is glum on monday morning.
yeah i know, i'm weird, don't tell me about it.
blogging at macdonald's on a monday morning does weird things to your brain.
adious
8 days to vietnam. Let's go.
lip
ranting
That's what I did.
Honestly, the closest Singapore can ever get to a organised march is either the 24 km route march in BMT, or a morning rush hour after a train has stopped at one of the major interchanges.
Well, i saw people this morning. Not just faces on the train, but real living, breathing people. People with emotions. Tat old man sitting opposite me eating his macdonalds, the lady on the train dressing to catch the eye of any guy, and generally people just minding their own business and hustling and bustling everywhere.
then i saw 2 backpackers. and i wanted to talk to them, for backpackers have all the stories in the world to tell, and usually they are very interesting.
and i though, why don't singaporeans talk to one another anymore?
The last time i asked a lady for the time, she looked at me as though i was going to steal her wallet, drag her off the train and rape her. and being singaporeans, i am sure that none on the train would have taken any action if i had done just that.
Singaporeans are just pathetically apathetic. Example. The pope died. and this guy goes on the radio, and tells the "pope joke": about how it was raining back in the 1980s when the pope came and he joked "that i liked watersports."
because it was raining.
wow. how funny. of course, not making light of his death, but if you can't tell a real joke, please keep it off the national airwaves thank you very much.
back to apathy. the morning rush is soooo depressing i tell you. I know i know, you all are going to work, and work is depressing. but at least appear happy. when i look around the MRT, all i see are glum faces. that man over there, he's thinking: "DAMN MY BOSS", and that woman over there is going like "I NEED TO HAVE SEX WITH MY BOSS". (okay okay i'm making this all up).
but seriously folks, if you want to be noticed, there's no use putting on all the make up on the world to get noticed on the MRT. just put on a smile. Serious. Smiles are rare in the world today. i caught a smile on the MRT, and it made my day. Of course, it was from a pretty lady, but then, i was grinning like a fool all the way because i just found it soooo hilarious that everyone is glum on monday morning.
yeah i know, i'm weird, don't tell me about it.
blogging at macdonald's on a monday morning does weird things to your brain.
adious
8 days to vietnam. Let's go.
lip
ranting
The Pope.
The pope died.
for more information http://www.cbc.ca/news/obit/pope/.
Being a non-catholic, well, he was still a great human being. and he probably did more good for world peace than I ever could.
God bless you holy Father. and may your spirit live forever.
Amen
lip
ranting
for more information http://www.cbc.ca/news/obit/pope/.
Being a non-catholic, well, he was still a great human being. and he probably did more good for world peace than I ever could.
God bless you holy Father. and may your spirit live forever.
Amen
lip
ranting
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Sexy Blogger
Ok i've succumbed.
After months of the SEXY BLOGGER PHENOMENON infecting the blogosphere i live around (Which happens to be Singaporean blogs), i couldn't take it anymore.
I did the sexy blogger pose! haha.
If you dunno wad the hell that is. Go read around. Blog Surf. It's everywhere. Started by mr miyagi himself.
Actually i did it just to show everyone my new hairdo and hair colour:)
Here it is!
and the other one...
(CANCELED DUE TO DUMB SHIT REASON)
haha.. this is SO FUN!
oh and i didn't get Upenn. NVM. Chicago IT IS!
lip
ranting
After months of the SEXY BLOGGER PHENOMENON infecting the blogosphere i live around (Which happens to be Singaporean blogs), i couldn't take it anymore.
I did the sexy blogger pose! haha.
If you dunno wad the hell that is. Go read around. Blog Surf. It's everywhere. Started by mr miyagi himself.
Actually i did it just to show everyone my new hairdo and hair colour:)
Here it is!
and the other one...
(CANCELED DUE TO DUMB SHIT REASON)
haha.. this is SO FUN!
oh and i didn't get Upenn. NVM. Chicago IT IS!
lip
ranting
Friday, April 01, 2005
Vietnam Trip Stuff
Body Shop says:
oh definitely go sapa... we shudnt have left dat out...
Body Shop says:
n dalat they say is gorgeous
Body Shop says:
r u guys stopping in nha trang? def right?
Body Shop says:
oh u hafta add in russian market for phnom penh
Body Shop says:
and pls pls pls book khaosan rd.
Body Shop says:
just book yr first nite in khaosan man. its jammed with backpackers. and its really NOISY. unless yr dead drunk, the music'll keep u up till the early ams
Body Shop says:
oh and u def hafta go to hue and eat the bbq meat noodles on the citadel side of the river.
ranting
oh definitely go sapa... we shudnt have left dat out...
Body Shop says:
n dalat they say is gorgeous
Body Shop says:
r u guys stopping in nha trang? def right?
Body Shop says:
oh u hafta add in russian market for phnom penh
Body Shop says:
and pls pls pls book khaosan rd.
Body Shop says:
just book yr first nite in khaosan man. its jammed with backpackers. and its really NOISY. unless yr dead drunk, the music'll keep u up till the early ams
Body Shop says:
oh and u def hafta go to hue and eat the bbq meat noodles on the citadel side of the river.
ranting
Shit Happens
Taoism: Shit happens
Hare krishna: Shit happens Rama Rama Ding Ding
Hinduism: This shit has happened before
Islam: That shit happens is the will of Allah
Zen: What is the sound of shit happening?
Existentialism: Shit doesn't happen; shit is
Buddhism: When shit happens, is it really shit?
Confucianism: Confucius say, "Shit happens"
7th day Adventist: Shit happens on Saturdays
Protestantism: Shit won't happen if I work harder
Protestantism: If shit happens, it happens to someone else
Catholicism: If shit happens, you deserved it
Jehovah's Witnesses: Knock, knock, "Shit happens"
Jehovah's Witnesses: No shit happens until Armaggedon
Unitarian: What is this shit?
Mormon: Shit happens again & again & again
Judaism: Oy vey! Why does this shit always happen to us?
Pentacostalism: Praise the shit!
Atheism: There is no shit!
New Age: Shit happens and it happens to smell good
Rastafarianism: Let's smoke this shit
from mrbrown.com
and shit happened. I still don't know if i got into Penn. I lost my username and password. I tried emailing Penn. Email down. Bravo.
and congrats mingjing on getting Huntsman. Good for ya gal:), pretty normal for someone who got top PSLE student, top O level student, and missed out on Top A level student by like 1 A?
haha
lip
ranting
Hare krishna: Shit happens Rama Rama Ding Ding
Hinduism: This shit has happened before
Islam: That shit happens is the will of Allah
Zen: What is the sound of shit happening?
Existentialism: Shit doesn't happen; shit is
Buddhism: When shit happens, is it really shit?
Confucianism: Confucius say, "Shit happens"
7th day Adventist: Shit happens on Saturdays
Protestantism: Shit won't happen if I work harder
Protestantism: If shit happens, it happens to someone else
Catholicism: If shit happens, you deserved it
Jehovah's Witnesses: Knock, knock, "Shit happens"
Jehovah's Witnesses: No shit happens until Armaggedon
Unitarian: What is this shit?
Mormon: Shit happens again & again & again
Judaism: Oy vey! Why does this shit always happen to us?
Pentacostalism: Praise the shit!
Atheism: There is no shit!
New Age: Shit happens and it happens to smell good
Rastafarianism: Let's smoke this shit
from mrbrown.com
and shit happened. I still don't know if i got into Penn. I lost my username and password. I tried emailing Penn. Email down. Bravo.
and congrats mingjing on getting Huntsman. Good for ya gal:), pretty normal for someone who got top PSLE student, top O level student, and missed out on Top A level student by like 1 A?
haha
lip
ranting
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