Hanoi

I might as well start blogging.

Well. Let's do a sort of reverse chronological blogging order, starting with the end of my trip and ending with the front. After all, i can remember the end better than i remember the start.

I must say that really, 1 month is too short a time to backpacking half of indochina. You really need like a minimum of 2 months to even get into the culture of things in vietnam, cambodia and thailand. It would be similar to spending 3 days in Singapore and saying you've seen the whole country when in fact, you have not visited Causeway Point or Lot 1 or Parkway parade but just been around Orchard Road.

You know, see the tits and the cunt but nothing much in between. It pisses the girls off. Pay more attention to the whole package.

On a side note, I actually like hair on females. Long like wavy, shiny hair. The features come in a close second, hopefully fair, and at least looking a tad better than average. No need to be too tall, and frankly, a personality is much better than 36f boobs.

SO Hanoi. My PDA reads "Hanoi was a city of cockups and scams literally oozing out of every nook and shop".

How true.

Lemme just LIST the scams

1) Taxi scam - Tried to charge us SGD 5 for a 10km ride when from the map, it was at most 2 km walk.

2) Old Darling Cafe - Lousy guesthouse with lousy manager called Davis who kept on bugging us about his TOURS and his lousy claim of having a room for 4 (we had to wait till the previous occupants checked ou before we could even enter the room). And he shouted and sweared at us after i told him we weren't taking his tour. (Ok i kinda lied to him)

3) Halong Bay - Lousy scam of the century. We paid USD 30 for "2 caves, swimming, kayaking and small group with stay on boat". We got 1 freaking tourist cave, no swimming, no kayaking, thousands of vietnamese locals (amounting to a total of 30 peeps), rigid tour guide, and false promises. In the end we were just a transport boat to and fro catba island. In true singaporean style, we complained to the agency, and got a 4 USD refund each.

Fuck we should have gotten more.

4) Taxi Scam No. 2. - WE took a taxi cos we were tired, and the meter jumped faster than it would take for barnabas to hook up and fuck a stranger. It jumped every 300 m when the guidebook (LP) said 8000 d per km. In the end, we paid SGD 4 bucks for a 2 km ride?

5) Hanoi Star Cockup - I lost my receipt. And again, bureaucracy had a huge role in preventing a peaceful resolution of the situation, resulting in my headful of hair turning golden in colour.

6) Vietnamese Visa - SHIT WE EVEN GOT SCAMMED IN SINGAPORE! Vietnam Visas cost SGD 70 bucks. 30 days. We were told we could only get 14 days when we landed in vietnam, and since we were staying longer, we got visas. Lo and behold, border guards told us we didn't need them. Wonderful.

7) 10k dong bread ($1 buck) and 20k water ($2 bucks). After some bargaining, final price 3k for bread and 4k for water. Interesting how prices can drop so much.

8) and even better. The lady who went "10k for bread!". *cue incredulous stares from jesse and proceed to walk away*. "WAIT WAIT! 10k for 2 bread!".

Wow. They sure are learning crony capitalism badly.

On the bright side, Sapa was great. Halong bay was freaking boring as hell, (but i got a nice tan), and hanoi was just freaky and stressful.

oh, and jesse fell off a cliff. Nothing serious in the end. Thank God.

And Alan fell sick. And didn't go Sapa. Looks like he picked up a lot of vietnamese girls in Vietnam (let's see, the guide in Sapa, Shar i think (HEY NO COINCIDENCE HER NAME WAS THE SAME AS MY EX), Huoung in Hoi An, and many many others whose names we did not have). Damn looks like he's a great catch for vietnamese women. (hehehe).

Well, for my next odyssey, i wanna do a tour of the central americas, hopefully with my university friends, whom i hope are nice and warm and friendly. If not i'll kick them in the balls and be a loner and digusting as hell.

Nuoc Cong Hoa Xa Hoi Chu Nghia Viet Nam Muoc Nam! (Some communist propaganda, roughly translated to "Long live vietnam")

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Sheesh

I was in Vietnam, and I didn't have nowhere as interesting a time as this guy had.

Check out his sexcapades in HCMC at http://karptravel.blogspot.com/ (scroll down for he HCMC travels)

I must say Vietnamese whores look... better than Geylang's offers.

But really, why do such people even exist in society? It's sad.

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Pictures 1

Halong Bay. I was bored.


Sunset in Hoi An. A beautiful place indeed


How to enter the tunnels to escape the bombs of the American Imperialists!


Entering the Cu Chi Tunnels to escape American Bombs - An overweight vietcong wannabe tries to fit


Bored me taking my own picture


Now they are but memories after the Khmer Rouge


Murder in Cambodia - Pol Pot's Regime


The Magnificent Angkor Wat. With many tourist:(


Angkor Whaaattt.... Face to face with Buddha


The Madness That is Songkran

Back Home

I'm home finally!

Thanks to all those who have been encouraging and reading up, although my lack of updates is really sad:)

Thank God for pulling us safely through the trip. Some accidents did happen that could result in deaths, but thank God the result was minimal.

And I love my bed and my room. And my laptop. I miss you all. Must start catching up with all of ya soon!

I'll post pictures and blog more in depth once my PDA is charged:). And also once I get my ass into blogging mood.

Some points to note:
1) Hanoi is FULL OF SCAMS.
2) Don't trust the price to tourist. If you can, cut it down by half. And cut it down somemore.
3) I start to believe in the power of God and mercy again.

Good luck. It's 1 am, my University is nearly confirmed (once i get my visa), and life in general is going great. haha.

Merci, and Cam En

Nuoc Cong Hoa Xa Hoi Chu Nghia Viet Nam Mouc Nam!

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In Retrospect

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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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:)

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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

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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.

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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


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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!


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morning trees in Sungei Buloh Nature Reserve. I need some peace and tranquility in my life. Look how still the water is. God Bless the ACS rugby captain.

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)

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Snapshots of life...

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!

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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.

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!


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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.

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).


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Hate... A strong emotion indeed

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.

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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:

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.


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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

Send a message to God.

What a good way to say it...

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.

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Raymi

Omfg.

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.

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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.

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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

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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!
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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.

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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

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Random Rants

First off.

Michelle's blog at http://onegreenmonster.blogspot.com/. One very very green monster. Tada.

Secondly, Vietnam trip more of less confirmed. Sheesh. Finally coming true. Kinda looking forward to it. With all the cockups, the fun, the whores in Thailand (see, no touch), the wars in Vietnam and Cambodia, the poor children, the mosquitoes, the sweat, the Angkor Wat. We're all going to experience that soon. In exactly 12 days time.

Coming back on the 7th of May. I'll bring my Laptop there, I think. So I can pen down random rants.

And MOST OF ALL: RESULTS FOR UPENN ARE OUT IN 6 HOURS! 5 pm EST time. Online. I'll be awake at 5:50 am, clicking madly on the webpage and trying to get my results. That's how much it means to me. I really really really really really hope I can get Penn. Simply because it would be the best undergraduate business school in the world. And that contacts are made and lost at that school. Wish me luck.

If not, I'll just go Chicago, where the education is good too, with lots of Singaporeans. But I am always one who bucks the trend. I joined HCJC (not RJC), decided to go America to study (not Europe), didn't quit H.Chinese in RI, (even though my chinese HOD was bugging me to.). I love defiance.

and frankly, my battle with acne is still ongoing. I'm keeping an acne journal, going to skin doctor tomorrow. Finally decided to do something worthwhile about it. Maybe I'll go for dermabrasion, but currently, just going on the Regimen as stated in www.acne.org. Hopefully, my skin will improve before I go overseas. Ask me anything about acne, I'm now an expert.

and really, to all sufferers out there, don't ignore it like it'll go away. It won't. Recognise the problem and get an solution dammit. I use Benzoyl Peroxide and Salicylic acid (2.5% and 2%) respectively, along with topical Clindamycin Phosphate (Diacin T). I'll ask for oral antibiotics from the derm tomorrow, after all it did help back in J2.

Well, my acne history started when I was in J2. During the A levels to be exact. Before that, Neutrogena Acne Wash was my cleanser of choice, and it worked well for 2 years. Then A levels, happened, I got stressed, and a bomb exploded. haha. I switch to Biore. BAD MOVE. It got worst. Finally went Derm during BMT days, but discountinued during OCS. With all the camou and dirt and sand, well my skin could never be good. But now, after ORD, THAT'S IT! MY BATTLE AGAINST P.ACNES SHALL SEE ME VICTORIOUS!

haha. I can joke about it, but really, it does affect your confidence. I knew I was in trouble when my usually high ego took a battering. Oh well.

6 more hours to go. I shall sleep, and then wake up to good news. I hope. I've been dreaming about it for the past few nights. Never had a good sleep. See, that's how much getting into Penn means to me.


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7:21 in the morning

i get these period of time where i really love to blog, to write down my thoughts, to pen down my emotions. and then there are other periods where i just fuck myself over and over and withdraw into my own little shell. interesting.

it's time to study psychology dammit. anyway, this is an affirmation. i am carrying too much baggage, and being way too serious with a lot of things. it's time to have fun again. time to do crazy stupid shit like car surfing, popping out of the boot, jumping off the cliff. yeah. to hell with consequences.

now that really wasn't me talking was it? haha. i remember i did do a LOT of crazy shit all the way. whether it was spraying extinguisher foam all over tables, or quarreling with authority, or just plain acting dumb. (remember chasing clarence all over HCJC, my god that was plain dumb).

yay. i love my life. and again, i got the dream about wharton. I AM SO PISSED! when will the DAMNED post come? just get it over and done with. Tell me if i'm in or out of Penn dammit! I can't stand the wait, and frankly, past nights, i've been dreaming about getting the post. some nights, i got in, other nights, i didn't. and IT NEVER FAILS TO WAKE ME UP FROM MY SLEEP. what the hell. i'm getting stressed over a university application. This shows just how much i want the god damned university.

So for goodness sake FEDEX, HURRY UP!


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Blog Surfing

http://www.whenawomansfedup.co.uk/ - Women's Issues

http://katgoddess.blogspot.com/ - a day in the life of a Retail supervisor

http://lalalapom.blogspot.com/ - Xiaxue's friend with stolen blog.

There's been so much hackings going on in KoC the last few days. Goodness. Anyway it's just a game. And scripting and hacking into accounts isn't very nice after all. Interesting little political game really, KoC is.

and frankly, i don't have much respect for drunk drivers. Drunk driving is bad. You can KILL OTHERS. if you want, kill yourself by smoking, taking drugs whatever. But don't kill someone else. If you want to drag yourselves into DEEP SHIT by driving WITHOUT A DAMN LICENSE, go to hell yourself, and don't drag others down along with you.

Because some people are scum, and will always stay that way.

wow, i am still vindictive:). And vocal.

A leopard never changes its spots. Once a moron, always a moron. If not, go for genetic surgery. Hopefully you'd become a better person.

btw, this site is called RANTS. so if you take offence, feel free to flame me. I'll be happy to just rant around. rant rant rant rant rant rant.

bloody 6 dollar per hour job typing out shit carpel tunnel syndrome damn rich kids with plasma tvs in room and lifts go to front door waterfront view free sentosa access digital cable nice brand new laptop good luck with entrepreneurship swimming is a good way to relax i think, therefore i lead, factor x, differin gel, dkny perfume, traffic court, fucker.

all roads lead to rome.

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Wishing you all the best

To a friend:

hey, i caught your blog online, and also your ex gf's blog. you know who you are. we worked together, and also shared the same bunk. i shall call you mat.

don't worry about things too much. you should move on from yout ex i feel. both of you are very funny, in depression over something that happened so long ago. i have other people who are in depression as well, some in worse shape than you. i try my best to talk to them, to chat to them, to help them and to be a friend. i cannot be everywhere always, i am not an old school engineer.

and frankly, long distance relationships suck. i remember i broke up with my ex on sept 13th 2003. all these dates stay with you. your ORD date, your birthday, her birthday, your break up date, your get together date, how you all met, how you feel when she looks at you, when she touches your hand, when she smiles. each is a memory of the past, and we tend to look through the illusions of the present. we try too hard, too much without getting recognition. we try to be understanding, yet erupt when temper hits us. we try to be modest, but are arrogant at the most inopportune times. we try to be the perfect bf, but we can never be, whether because we aren't rich, have acne problems, have birth defects, have domineering mums or are just plain wrong.

love is never a sure bet. it is a lottery. a game of poker, a game of roulette. to all those leaving overseas, don't break someone's heart now by fooling around, by pretending to be someone you are not. be genuine, for people see through a mask in an instant. be strong, for there will always be those for take you down. be firm in your beliefs, for you must hold the moral high ground. be straight-forward, for diplomacy is played only in office politics and political circles. in human relations, be as geunine as you can, without fear nor favour. if you hate someone: say so.

you will always fall in love again. love is just a mutual liking for each other, coupled with the lack of someone else to fall in love with. i know i am cynical, but i do this to protect myself, to enclose myself in my own emotional wall and let no on untrusted in. for those that manage to break in are those that often give you the greatest pain, but in return, they have given you the greatest joy. you will be succesful, with your attitude and your ability, and with success comes pitfalls.

i wish you the very best in love and in life. and i think i'm in need of some luck in love as well.

*sigh*

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Musings in the night

It is 3 am at night. My body clock is screwed up. It's that bad. I have a dental appointment at 10 am tml, clarence dad's job, and i can't get to sleep.

oh well.

then i started thinking about updating my blog. and about love and religion, and about freedom of speech and freedom of choice.

you see, i was with jo at gardens just now, and we were talking about casinos and lawsuits and mothers. interesting choice of topics i must say. Casino debate has been ongoing in the papers for some time now, and frankly, i'm totally against casinos. i have to be, after vegas nearly wiped out my family savings 10 years ago, along with most of my ang pow money. and my dad has poor financial judgement, losing quite a bit in the stock market and other investments. i'm surprised we managed to get along so well all these years.

anyway, back on track, my family has a betting history. not my immediate family, but my relatives. and really, the social costs that accompany a casino are just to great to ignore. you will definitely see addiction, some social problems, even a possible rise in theft. and singapore already provides much needed entertainment in the form of legalized gambling. Casinos aren't just worth the economic purse because socially, there will be repercussions. and frankly, letting the people choose is right, but then you can just go genting. freedom of choice and democracy is not about providing vices and allowing people to choose among them. it's not just providing drugs, adult entertainment, gambling dens, cigarettes and then telling the populace: it's your life, how you want to screw it up, it's your choice.

i am a firm believer in government, that the power to do something is packaged with the responsibility to do something (So spiderman) Yes, singaporean society has matured and are more discerning (Tell that to the guy who tried to pick up his shoe from the MRT track for goodness sake). and about common sense, i don't even want to talk about it. some people are DEVOID of common sense. not just mothers, but even sons.

which brings me to my rant on sex.

yes. interesting. 3 am and i'm thinking about sex. how nice. it all started with reading on the forums that this netherlands guy lost his virginity at age 13. wow.

and i'm wondering, do people have sex for pleasure? or do people still believe in "love". i for one am still a hopeless romantic. i hope. (but i'm hopeless, therein lies the paradox).

i subscribe to the belief that sex would be quite empty if you don't love the sexual partner. i guess going to church did have some impact on me after all. i still keep the "i am a responsible boy" card in my wallet, where it expounds respect for the girl as a woman, mother and future wife of someone. and frankly, that is being lost in the world today. when you have 2 friends sharing the same girl, that's just gross you know. i mean, sex is definitely pleasurable, but to do it with someone you don't love is just weird. i for one, could never imagine myself having sex with someone if i don't even like the person. and even if i like her, it's a definite no no.

and i love some theories that have came out

FACT#1: ALL GIRLS ARE HORNY
FACT#2: ALL GUYS ARE HORNY
CONCLUSION: WE SHOULD JUST ALL HAVE SEX,

yeah and feel empty after that.

sex without love is just like mutual masturbation. i think that if you love a person, making love has a much deeper meaning and purpose than having sex. you can have sex with a SGD$40 whore from Chiangmai, but you can only make love to someone you feel for.

for the record: i never fucked anyone from a club before. that's just wrong.

damn. all the thinking must have gotten to me, i have so many thoughts, but i just can't pen them down. my thoughts are like a typhoon, caught up in its own little swirl, flitting around and never being caught long enough to be fully argued out and thought through.

and the bet that NTU has 1 person having sex everynight is still on.


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A joke to all lesbians

A guy came into a bar one day and said to the barman "Give me six double vodkas."

The barman says "Wow! you must have had one hell of a day."

"Yes, I've just found out my older brother is gay."

The next day the same guy came into the bar and asked for the same drinks. When the bartender asked what the problem was today the answer came back, "I've just found out that my younger brother is gay too!"

On the third day the guy came into the bar and ordered another six double vodkas.

The bartender said "Jesus! Doesn't anybody in your family like women?"

"Yeah, my wife..."

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Boredom

Ok guys, I am so bored i decided to blog.

how sad is that. I'm so bored, i started playing Kings of Chaos at a FEVERISH rate. I mean feverish. for all of those who read regularly, give me a click:) Thanks. It'll only take up like 3 seconds. and join me if you're bored and want a game to play also.

More about KoC here.

Anyway, just blogging random topics. Most of ya all don't know what Kings of Chaos is. It's just a online MMORPG game that i stumbled upon one lazy sunday afternoon while duty in camp last october. It's fun, cos you get to know people from all over the world. E.G. I'm talking to this costa rica guy and a lesbian couple. how cool is that. haha.

I'm bored my day consists of sleeping until 1 pm, eating, playing Xbox, sleeping again, watching tv, playing more Xbox, surfing the net and sleeping. I don't ever need to leave my room again because i moved the TV in and i have a laptop. So i'm just bumming in my room. damn

and it's only 2 weeks after ORD. and I'm still earning $200 a month from piano, but i need more money. haha. considering i don't go out that often anymore, money is a luxury nowadays. it has always been.

Now, it's easter Sunday and good friday.(ok the other way round). And frankly, I haven't believed in Jesus Christ since I read Da Vinci and did more reading up on Gnostics and Islam and the History of the Catholic Church. I think that Jesus is just a revolutionary in the early centuries, who was matyred because of the political and social situation in 0 AD. Gospels and the Bible was a work by Constantine, the Roman emperor who found it politically and socially desirable to create a empire under 1 religion. Religion has always been used as a tool to garner like minded followers, to appeal to the human sense of belonging.

I could argue both sides of the coin, about the miracles that Jesus performed, and about taking the leap of faith to believe in Jesus Christ. At this point in time, I rather take the Gnostic view. Humans are definitely fallible, and there is someone out there greater than us. And frankly, when I went to Kevin's grandmother's wake, and he told us they had tried to convert her to christianity. Coupled with Jesse's story about how his grandfather converted just before he died, i think the afterlife (or lack thereof) is really such an appealing view for people to hold on to, that we put ourselves on a pedestal high above all other animals, that we do have a PURPOSE in life.

Bullshit. You are here to fuck and procreate. Then die. Happy dealing with that.

Now i'm bored.

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Sorry all for the lack of updates

Hey all,

Sorry i haven't been updating my blog that frequently. Anyway, just a short short summary of the past week.

1) 4L gathering on 190305 went quite well. Everyone turned up (Almost, except for Boonkie and Lawrence). Even Mark came at like 11pm and we all ended up in the pool. I fell asleep at around 3 am. couldn't take 5 long nights in a row:)

2) Bravo Pl3 gathering didn't go so well, not a lot of people came. but then, good to see those who came. Next time must send invite earlier cum constant reminders. Or maybe i'm just such a boring prick that everyone just ignored me.

3) Upgraded the software in my laptop. Yay.

4) Got back Pink IC.

5) Played Need For Speed Underground 2 for the past week or so, very very fun.

That's about it. Will post more when i finally stop playing need for speed underground 2. Meanwhile, it's just so fun!


lip
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Pink IC

Today, i took back what belonged to me since i was twelve years old, which was forcibly taken away from me by the military. it was something i haven't treasured when i first gotten it, and even lost it when i was 15 years old. today, i got back my pink IC.

now, getting back a pink IC should have garnered whoops of joy. certainly it did for me. i was elated, estactic, happy etc etc. i even smsed all my close friends. haha. the procedure itself was relatively simple, except for the logistics branch which did everything in it's power to deny my rightful ownership. (yeah my fault for not getting clearance done fast enough). after frantically running around, looking for storemen, CQMs, RQ, S4, CD store IC, i finally filled in my clearance form.

I got my pink IC back. so happy.

then it hit me. I have 13 years left. shit.

oh well. time to start earning big bucks so i can be exempt from NS.

for now, it's Need for Speed Underground 2 for me. Full time NFSU2.


lip
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Acne Stuff.

Your Personal Day of Death is...
Saturday, August 3, 2058

from www.deathclock.com

how interesting. i die so young. well if I set it to optimistic mode, my death timing becomesTuesday, October 15, 2080. That's more palatable. 96 years of age. I wonder what i wanna do if i live that long.

on another note, i finally found some acne shit that actually works. try www.acne.org and follow their regimen for those with acne problems. for the record, i already spent close to $400 bucks on skin treatment and creams and whatever. labseries, biore, neutrogena, proactive, even SKII, i've tried them all. and dammit, my condition doesn't seem to get better. fuck the A levels, only after A levels then outbreak. must be the switch from Neutrogena to Biore that did it. no time to buy neutrogena face wash, so used Biore and dababoom! exploded

shit


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What Every Girl Would Love

-Tell her you think shes cool.
-Tell her why you think shes so cool.
-Smell her hair.
-Talk to her in movie theatres.
-Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; she'll scream and fight you but secretly, she`ll love it.
-Hold her hand and skip.
-Hold her hand and run.
-Just hold her hand.
-Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her.
-Tell her she's pretty.
-Let her pay if she wants to. (I agree)
-Introduce her to your friends as the coolest girl you know.
-Sit in the park and talk to her.
-JUST TALK TO HER.
-Take her to the library.
-TAKE HER ANYWHERE.
-Tell her dirty jokes.
-TELL HER HAPPY STORIES.
-TELL HER SAD STORIES.
-TELL HER YOUR STORIES.
-TELL HER ANYTHING
-Tell her stupid jokes.
-Write poems about her.
-Just walk with her.
-Throw pebbles at her window.
-When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her.
-Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of.
-Hold her hand in the mosh pit.
-Let her fall asleep in your arms.
-Call her.
-Call her back if she calls you.
-Sing to her, no matter how bad you are.
-Carve your names into a tree.
-Get her mad, then kiss her.
-Give her piggy-back rides.
-Go see her band play even if they really suck and tell her they were great. (I prefer good music)
-Give her space if she needs it.
-Push her on swings.
-Stay up with her all night when shes sick.
-Make up pet names for her but cool ones not sappy ones.
-Teach her guitar.
-Lend her your CDs.
-Write on her.
-WRITE ABOUT HER.
-Make her mixtapes.
-Write her letters.
-Take her to cool shops and let her take you to even cooler ones.
-Just hang out with her.
-Listen to all the bands she mentions.
-Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck.
-When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything.
-Buy her ice cream.
-Let her take all the photos of you she wants.
-Look into her eyes. (groan)
-Slow dance with her even if the music is fast.
-TELL HER A SECRET.
-Kiss her in the rain.
-JUST KISS HER.
-TRUST HER.
-LOVE HER.
-BE YOURSELF AROUND HER.
-CHERISH HER
-and when you fall in love with her tell her


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Food for thought

the below email is from Ritchie Ng, my buddy in BMT who blogged about this in a recent post in multiply.com. (i didn't want to sign up so i don't have a link). I have been too busy lately with my new Acer Travelmate 8104 and Apple Airport Express and D-link Router. Computer stuff just gives me headaches. It's now 5 am and i'm still fiddling my laptop. how fun.

DISCLAIMER__________________________________
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Before I begin, let me remove myself from any liability that I may have against Prudential and the PTO.

What I say here cannot, will not and should not be used against me in the court of law.

These are mere whimsical blabbering of an underachieving 20 year old thats jealous that Peter Tan is a multi-millionaire, one of the 1442 out of the 4,131,200 (stats as of year 2000) people on this tropical island we call home.

Chances of the corporate enemies of Prudential who happen to chance upon this page and so happen to find what I revealed beneficial to their organisation are slim to none, but in any case if the odds are against me and these corporate "spies" really do read this, I'm simply one unlucky guy.

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And now.. I shall begin the recount of my long and frustrating time spent at the "Entrepreneurship" seminar I had this afternoon at Le Meridian Hotel.

Enter Mr Peter Tan, the richest man in the room.
For more information, please go to: http://www.soe.org.sg/soevote/public/nomineedetail.php?nid=40

This was the introduction the emcee had for Mr Peter Tan.
"Who in here has met a millionaire before?"
(The crowd was silent.)
"Who wants to meet a millionaire?
(The crowd stayed mum.)
Expecting an upheaval instead of the deafening silence, he then went on and tried to warm up the audience by emphasis's how rich Mr Tan was. And jus how special Mr Tan was, simply because of his immense wealth.
"Mr Tan is a millionaire. And he earns more than a million a year."
(Still silence)
"This means that if he gave away all of his money in this instant, by next year, he would be a millionaire all over again"
(You can probably hear the crickets over at the Istana by now)
The emcee eventually realised that he was too much of a whoop-ass to get this party started so he gave up and simply got Mr Tan to step in.

Here's what I think..
Q1: "Who in here has met a millionaire?"
A1: I have. Before I went to bed last night, I spoke to both of them and helped tuck them in, nice and snugly. This morning I woke up and I walked past 4 millionaires, sitting at the five foot walkway of their shop houses. And as I sat, wildly bored waiting for my SBS bus 197 to arrive, several dozens of millionaires sped past, leaving me choking in their trail of dust. Just what is so special about being a millionaire? A large proportion of the Singapore household have assets that are probably worth more than a million bucks.

With their HDB flats, their 21 inch tv sets, their sleek LCD computer screens, high performance desktops, shiny new laptops, camera hand phones, fancy little digital cameras, robust engine, conventional IKEA home furniture and whatnot, I believe, every household has already spent more than a million dollars in their life time.

So, why the hell would I be so in awe of Mr Peter Tan, the millionaire?
Heck, I probably am one too.
I just ain't that free to go do the figures.

Q2: "Who wants to meet a millionaire?"
A2: Not me. Not anyone in that case, if they all found out that they were millionaires all along.

Q3: "This means that if he gave away all of his money in this instant, by next year, he would be a millionaire all over again"
A3: Okay, honestly, that isn't a question, its a statement. But heck, it sounds so dumb, I simply cannot resist tearing it apart and stuffing up the emcee's behind. Who does he think the audience is? A buncha buffoons from South Park? I think we know very well that NO ONE in the right mind would give all his money away. So don't try to paint Mr Tan as a oh-so-charitable insurance advisor manager. And secondly, we do have money sense, so please don't treat us like Team America and resort to such lowly metaphors.

On with the show..
Mr Tan strolled out the non-existent red carpet between the aisles to the orchestra music blasting from the laptop in front of me. I was seated in the very first row all thanks to Miss Smartypants who showed me the way. For 3 hours, I craned my neck to the right just so I could look Mr Tan in the eye when he spoke.

Anyways, Mr Tan was repetitive and insistent that going 9 to 5 simply wasn't going to cut it if you wanted to be successive. And in his case, success was superficially synonymous with monetary surplus. That was probably the most sense he could make out of his "success" since he's got plenty more where that came from.

Here's a little story he shared that absolutely blew my mind.

Mr Tan:
" I was leaving my job for this one and my boss asked me a question.
He asked me, if I could either be a cow or a horse, which one would I be?
I thought over it for a while and said, I would rather be a horse.
Why? A cow works all day long, ploughing the fields, providing milk for the people and drag those ton-heavy carts, only to end up slaughtered and served up in Jack's Place.
Rare, Medium Rare or Well done. That's what they end up as -- food on a plate.
At least if I were a horse, I could run in the winds and do the best of my ability. And come to think of it, the horse is the most pampered animal in the world.
Its the only animal that has its own shoes."
(Crowd bursts out in laughter)

And then he goes on and gets a volunteer from the crowd.
He says to the volunteer:
"Imagine you are 50 years old now as we go forward in time.
And you have been working hard from 9 to 5 all day, for the past upteempth year.
And its finally time for your retirement.
And your company decides to give you this plaque in recognition of your efforts.
A cabinet minister of some other VIP is invited to present the tokens and its finally your turn.
You shake his hand.
You take the plaque over from him and he says something as both of you pose for a photo shoot.
He says, "Well Done!"
You have just been dissed.
And there is nothing you can do about it.
All these years of hard work for what?
For a simple "Well Done" and you're gone.
You are still financially unstable.
Your parents and children still depend on you.
And now, you have officially retired."

This blew my mind away.
Not in a good sense.
I sat there, boiling.
Angry that Mr Tan would be one who would undermine the value of hard work.
To undermine the blood sweat and tears the other 80% of the Singapore population put in to get what little they can for sustenance.
I was literally staring at Mr Tan right now.
He had just insulted all of the founding fathers of Singapore.
And no, I'm not talking about Mr Lee.
I'm talking about all the blue collared workers over the past few decades who worked till death for that very last penny.
The road sweepers who dutifully cleans the roads for a meager pay.
The canteen stall aunties who provide us with cheap and oily chicken cutlets.
The hawkers who slave their lives away just so their children could have a life.
They have just insulted my parents.
And yours.
And everyone else.
And I seem to be the only one who didn't get the "joke".
I was the one who sat there wondering what was so funny about making fun of the poor hardworking folk.
The 80% of the population that make only 20% of the nations income.

Mr Tan does not look down on the poor.
He insists.
His proof?
"I am just like everyone else. I eat at the food courts. I wear slippers. I wear shorts"
Is that all you got, Mr Tan?
And there he goes on the link I provided above, talking about believing in the value of hard work.
Hypocrite.
Behind closed doors.
Only after making all who attended sign a declaration form that all that is to be said is private and confidential, then can his true nature be revealed.
A rich pompous despicable wannabe comedian that worships money and snubs his nose to the lower class.
If that is what it means to be a millionaire with "a million to give away and by next year be a millionaire all over again", I rather not be one.

What ticks me the most was that Mr Tan really believes in what he says.
He worships money and as the managing director of a batch of insurance advisors, his philosophy has rubbed off onto his subordinates, even the rookie.

This is a success story that most people hear about.
Its about Steven. (I can't remember his last name)
He has a Second Lower Honours from NTU Business.
He started a car wash company but it folded after several months.
His life began to turn around when he began working for Mr Peter Tan.
In the first 8 months he joined the PTO (Peter Tan Organisation), he outsold the other rookie insurance advisors (a nicer name for insurance agents) and emerged as the top rookie at Prudential.
In the first month of his job, he made sales of over $12,000.
And in the subsequent months, he makes an average of $10,000.
In the eyes of Mr Peter Tan, Steven is a success story.
Steven makes more than $100,000 than his peers.
Steven makes up to more than 5 times the salary of his peers.
A point which required repeated emphasis from Mr Peter Tan.

It came down to the question and answer session for Steven.
And this question was particularly interesting.

Q:"Are you satisfied with your life right now?"
A:"That's a difficult question to answer. So chim. Erh.. I guess I am. I'm making more than 10k a month. But I can still make more. I own a car of my own. I can not work for the next few months and stil get paid 10k (I just found out how commission insurance works) but I'm still not like Peter. I'm not a millionaire."

Q:"But are you happy with your life right now?"
A:"Erh.. that question very chim. I oso duno how to answer."

And he moved onto the next question.
So engrossed in his rat race, he doesn't even know whether he is happy in his life.
He's only 26. (Judging by the fact that he graduated from NTU Biz a year ago)
He's rich.
But he's so lost.
All thanks to Mr Peter Tan.
And his money mongering.

Interesting post by him to think about isn't it? I would like to share it with you guys because it's food for thought.


lip
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INSTALLING LOVE

INSTALLING LOVE

Tech Support: Yes, Ma'am.... how can I help you?

Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me though the process?

Tech Support: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?

Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What do I do first?

Tech Support: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart, ma'am?

Customer: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?

Tech Support: What programs are running, ma'am?

Customer: Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now.

Tech Support: No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory, but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off, ma'am?

Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?

Tech Support : With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased.

Customer: Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?

Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.

Customer: Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error - Program not run on external components ." What should I do?

Tech Support: Don't worry, ma'am. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non- technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.

Customer: So, what should I do?

Tech Support: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.

Customer: Okay, done.

Tech Support: Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.

Customer: Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?

Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone
you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.

Customer: Thank you!

I'm into techie stuff at the moment. i just bought an Acer Laptop 8104 series. 1 GB RAM and 2.0 ghz with DVD burner and lots of shit stuff. almost as good as my desktop. woot!

lip
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Details For BBQ on 11th March

Hey guys, here are the details:

Venue: 1 Hacienda Grove. Detailed Map here (if not accessible, go www.streetdirectory.com.sg and do a search for Hacienda Grove

Time: After 5 pm.

How to get there:
Driving:
a) Take the ECP and turn off exit 8A (Siglap Road). Pass 2 traffic lights till you see Siglap Centre landmark and then turn right. Turn left at Hacienda Grove street (opposite Shell Station and POSB ATM)

b) Take the PIE exit Eunos. Turn towards Marine Parade and turn left at Upper East Coast road. Go all the way until pass Siglap Centre and turn left to Hacienda Grove (as above)

Bus:
a) from Town:
Take bus 14 from Dhoby Gaut or Orchard Road. Go all the way to upper east coast road, passing Siglap Centre on the left. Press bell at Siglap Centre and alight opposite Shell Station. Walk to Hacienda Grove.

b) from Bedok:
Take bus 608 (before 7 pm) and alight after you pass Siglap Community Centre on your left. Hacienda Grove is opposite the road.

To Bring:
1) Basketball (if interested), squash (if interested), change of clothes (for those likely to go into the pool), sense of humour, $15

Last one most important. $15. If not, opposite got POSB ATM, just down the road got UOB. Tada.

Others:
a) Vegetarians: Will probably have salad. May also order vegetarian pizza.
b) Non-Beef: 2 BBQ pits provided. One for beef and one no beef.
c) Mahjong: I got 2 sets. but only 1 table.
d) Other entertainment: XBOX, PS2 provided. Bring your own TV. Or just help me carry down.
e) Early comers will be entitled to saikang (i.e. Help me bring the food down la.) Late comers will have less to eat.

Any questions pls call me. Bring your Gfs and wives if you want. see you!

lip
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Team America: THE SPEECH

We're dicks! We're reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks.

And the Film Actors Guild are pussies.

Kim Jong Il is an asshole.

Pussies don't like dicks because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes. Assholes that just want to shit on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can fuck a asshole is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is they fuck too much or fuck when it isn't appropriate. And it takes a pussy to show them that. But sometimes pussies can be so full of shit that they become assholes themselves. Because pussies are a inch and half away from assholes. I don't know much about this crazy crazy world, but I do know this. If you don't let us fuck this asshole we're going to have our dicks and pussies all covered in shit.

I love the show. kudos to http://tvh.rjwest.com/ for the pictures and the exact speech.

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Interesting

I think it was the alcohol question and the drunk driving question that pulled my life expectancy way down.

oh well:)

You Will Die at Age 70

70 You're pretty average when it comes to how you live... And how you'll die as well.

What Age Will You Die?

P.S. kudos to shawn's gf for this link:) haha. i blog surf. yes i do
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Backpacks, NAFA concert and nostalgia

Yellow all!

i finally cleaned my room.. whew. and here are the results!


my table and my collectibles. finally in a good enough shape to display. and my whiteboard is cleaned and actually has relevant stuff up like "slack", "finish master league on WE8", and "MAJ Chang's videos" written on it! yay!


pictures of army life are up (including my face-is-not-inside-39-sce-bravo-platoon-3 photo, BMT, OCS, EOCC and EOAC.) notice the tv in the bottom right? it's connected to my xbox (maybe put my PS2 in also when i feel like playing. now all i need is the antenna to get the free to air tv and i can watch tv in my room. haha. now all i need is a laptop and i'll never need to leave my room ever again!

Ah well. i have a nice room. jesse approves of it


nice room lip!

anyway, alex, jr and jesse were here on fri night to play mahjong and Need For Speed Underground 2 (which is insanely fun), i won about 20 bucks playing 10cent 20cent. maybe i should become a professional mahjong player, my luck has always been quite good at mahjong (besides the time i "ZA HU-ed" at my auntie's house [lost 96 bucks that round, but overall still won 4 bucks:)]) sorry to all who played mahjong with me before ya...

then we finally got the ball rolling for the vietnam trip. finally managed to book airline tickets (at 50 bucks apiece to bangkok), and bought backpacks on sunday at queensway. haha. i even bought the same backpack as alex, at a lower price somemore! i got mine at $116.00 while he and jesse bought for around $135.00 bucks. think i pissed them off again, esp alex when he saw that i bought the EXACT same backpack. how gay. anyway, it's undergoing modification now, going to sew some logos on it. hehe. anyway, to all those buying backpacks, go to beach road, not queensway to buy it. it's cheaper.


the offending backpack which cost $20 less than alex's but is actually the same backpack.

besides the vietnam trip (which i will blog about, come apr 12th to i-dunno-when-i'm-coming-back), also spent my weekend going for NAFA's School Of Young Talent's concert. how nostalgic when the small girl came out at the start and recited the EXACT same paragraph NAFA has been using for god knows how many years. (YING1 YUE4 HUI4 XIAN4 ZAI4 KAI1 SHI3!) with emphasis on the last 4 words. went with weizhen, cheng yu, and mingjing. also saw the "older" graduated bunch, including florrine and diane (who incidently, played quite ok. really. i didn't notice the mistakes one bit.) and jinghong. how many of these young talents are going to go into music full time? i guess it's a very slim chance of ANYONE wanting to do it fulltime, even keegan said he wanted to do finance in the future. ah well, mirrored my sentiments in JC1 perfectly, when choosing between piano and studies became quite challenging. plus all the distractions of quake2, counterstrike, MUD and friends. hehe. and singapore didn't have the infrastructure it enjoys today!

on a high note (no pun intended), Mdm Fang Yuan treated us to Crystal Jade for dinner. (she paid) yay!. and i made the wrong booking for the wrong crystal jade at great world. i don't know if the parents were too happy about me suggesting dinner together, probably ruined a whole lot of family-only plans. but then, your darlings will grow up soon, and soon become independant (except financially). *j/k*. had a great time at dinner. and that's why i was late for my backpack buying spree and that's why i could bargain the price much much lower. haha! (if you don't understand, ah well, think harder)


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Pictures!

My cabinet of collectibles. Top shelf: Prizes and trophies, 2nd shelf, music collectibles. Pianos, Violins, Drums. Bottom shelf, army stuff. including my mask and ranks. Notice the pig and duck in bottom corner. Only gift i have left from my ex, the rest was thrown out in a fit of anger :)

My track and field singlets over the ages. From Right To Left: Raffles Competitive singlet, Maha Bodhi Primary School singlet, Raffles Training singlet, OCS singlet, 39 SCE singlet, Engineer singlet.

Close up of 3rd shelf. that's a chemical mask. eh, it's a condemned item. and i returning soon:). so don't look for it

Ahhh.. Secondary 1 bliss. Tight Hot Pants and Ugly Top. Tada!

My Room (View 2). Notice the HCJC uniforms in the corner of the closet

My Room (View 1)

My old Moor House T-Shirt is too small... *sob*

Clearing my Room

Dear all,

I have undertaken the ardous and perilous task of... cleaning my room.

for those who have been to my house, or rather warehouse, please be informed that the decision to keep the 1988 issues of national geographic and the secondary 2 maths test papers were not mine. they were my dad's ideas. living in a large house, we have converted almost every single inch of territory into storage space. i shall aim to reverse that trend.

damn. i just started and already, i'm thinking this is an impossible task. with just my room. notice the cupboards from top to bottom? well, it houses old curtains that we will NEVER EVER USE, fishing rods from my primary 1 fishing trip, and various old and clunky items that have never seen the light of day.

help me. i need to shift house fast, if not these items will never go away. ahhhh!!!!

UPDATE: I found my secondary 1 spikes (size 9), my old violin, a few hundred bags, and many many books. i devour books. they could educate a primary school all by themselves with the number of books i have. damn

I shall aim to post pictures

lip
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