The End of A Year

It’s the end of another year.

And I shall review what a wonderful year this has been for me. Not the best year I’ve had, but wonderful in terms of the new things I’ve experienced and the new emotions I’ve felt and the new friends I’ve made.

First, I shall introduce my readers to a post I made in January, which, if you had read this blog then, you’d find it familiar…

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Happy New Year? Really? I hardly think so. For one, a new year means NEW things. As a non-conformist, I hate being exposed to new things.

But yet here I am.

Firstly, new class. It sucks being in a new class. I have to reintroduce myself, and my faults, my character, my hobbies, my EVERYTHING all over again.

And then there is the fact I got the worst ever … loser in my class, who goes by the name Jun Jin Sei. To say he is a loser is the world’s biggest understatement. The thing is, he’s so stupid. He’s so stupid he couldn’t even find his own ***** even if there was a string from his hand connected to it. He is so rude that his mouth has been blackened by the sheer foulness of it. He’s so ugly that 50 Cent seems like Orlando Bloom. His voice is so annoying it makes William Hung sound like Carrie Underwood (no offense to Carrie)…

So that’s one thing. Secondly, my teachers have all switched. Ms Beatrice Cho said it would do me good, getting a new range of teachers and learning from different people. I was very indignant, especially since my new Maths teacher can only look pretty, and all 3 Science teachers I have look very old…

Bad enough? The only consolation is Ms Quah Seok Whee, but I doubt I can even learn anything from her, at least until she decides to increase the volume of her voice.

Happy New Year? No. CCA? Duh. That makes some of my afternoons filled up. That would suck. Think of all the amazing things I could be doing, like lip-synching Kylie Minogue to ‘Better the Devil You Know’, while reliving Mrs Yau Pooi Har’s last chem lesson.

Can it get any worse?My only consolation is doing RE with Nah, Mingzhe, SH. that’s one thing. And also the prospect of better music and movies in 2006. Hopefully, that won’t disappoint either, because if it does… suicide would seem like a good option. Or at least spending the day with Jin Sei.

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Now before any of my classmates and friends get into my throat or any of my teachers decide to kill me… I shall now say my opinion of my class has completely changed.

For one, Jin Sei is not that bad. Apart from that weird-looking MP3 player he owns which brings back the Terminator (to RI somemore), as well as his tendency to drop really REALLY bad words all over the place (if you think I swear, try hearing those words in Korean), he’s otherwise quite a nice (though FAR from normal) fellah.

My other classmates also rock my socks, especially Donglun (William-o), Dean and Yao Guang, who are so nice and funny that they make me look forward to every school day. Also, David, Ben, CZ, Paul, Ronald, Rishabdh, Wei Wei, Tingzhang, Chris Fang, Marvin (WOW I nearly forgot to mention him oddly enough), Yinan… did I miss anyone out? If I did it would then be because you haven’t been in my life very much.

Secondly, my teachers have been wonderful too. Mrs Tan Chiou Yen is my most favorite teacher this year and one of the best by far (Sorry, Ms Cho…). She’s fun, teaches great, punishes appropriately too, and she really doesn’t compromise any of our Maths homework just so she has less to mark. She’s just the BOMB! I hope she teaches us next year. I would love to look forward to her Maths lessons in Sec 4.

Also, the other teachers have also varied in expectations. Mrs Yau Pooi Har and Ms Huang Yuting are great teachers who know their stuff, but they just can’t control our class very well. No problems though, because they’re still fantabulous people!

And Mrs Tan Lai Lin is the best Bio teacher by far, who knows how to control her class excellently. She teaches great too, and I really enjoyed each and every one of her lessons (I truly mean that). However, after she took maternity leave it kinda went downhill from there. Oh well, hopefully next year is better.

Other teachers like Mr Dennis Au and Mr Lester Lim have made my days so much more fun.

As my form teachers, Mr. Adrian Chng and Ms Quah Seok Whee have also earned my immense respect. Ms Quah especially has guided us so much that it would be impossible to mention this year without mentioning her amazing skills to teach. Mr Chng has also been a very fun teacher, connecting with us, and being with us every step of our year. He is also by far the only teacher who has listened to my rantings about Power 98 and Chantal Kreviazuk and also survived. He also laughed along with me every time I laughed that weird, hysterical sound I make, and for that he has made an impact.

My Year Head Ms Sim has also been a great support to me this year, guiding me, helping me, listening to me just when I needed someone to talk to, and overall I am grateful to her just for being there. Other teachers I have had contact with include Mrs Rosie Smith, Ms Alicia Goh, Ms Sharon Wok, Mrs Neoh Terh Ling, Mr Mark Wee and Mr Vincent Quek, Ms Beatrice Cho, Ms Chia Yueh Chin and Ms Wincy Tsang. For their amazing talent to brighten my day I thank them from the bottom of my heart.

Also, how could anyone forget Mrs Genevieve Mathews? A special mention goes out to my RE mentor and new friend for 2006, who has put up with everything I, as group leader, have crapped up with. She pushed us and made us work till the final days of the RE congress finals. And for that she deserves a special mention.

Speaking of RE, thank you to my two fellow-groupmates. Seng Henk for the AMAZING USE of your AMAZING LAPTOP! That IMac is one piece of metal that just blows my mind. The camera, the Itunes, the Apple version of Powerpoint, the really cool multiscreen function… PLUS the remote. Can the remote get any cooler? Haha. Junming, you have been the toughest person a group leader has ever had to handle. I think you’ve strengthened me. Thanks. A lot.

Also to present RE members and good friends, some new, some old. Marcus, marvelous and funny fellow you are. Crazy about FRIENDS like I am, with a little extra ’stud’ thrown in (haha, inside joke!). Paul, my RE teammate from 2005 and classmate for 4 years soon. Amazing and craazzzie fellow he is. Daryl Teo, wonderful friend from CCA and who is also tremendously funny and talented. Lastly, but not least-ly, Adriel, the Changster who is very *ahem* rich and COOLIO… everytime he says ‘Houyeah’ you just want to smack him. In a good way.

You guys, you’re gonna get another mention next year. So don’t cry yet.

To my other amazing and beautiful friends, you have made this year so complete.

Alaric, for all those times you’ve sang Whitney Houston, Cher, Toni Braxton, Faith Hill, Dolly Parton and Melissa Manchester. For all those times you’ve made me sing along, I really thank you. You’ve heard me rant thousands of times, and I can’t imagine ranting to any other friend.

Ilham, for singing with me, I think I need to mention you too. BC, the mysterious Ivan-fan who has been a great friend in the year. You’ve been the completing member of our trio and there’s no way to break our bond.

To Nabil and Sadikin, the two fashionistas who brightened up my life, I hope you will brighten up more of my days to come.

Mingzhe, Nah, my two best friends from Sec 2, you have been the coolest (not to mention tallest) influences this year. Please continue to influence me (seriously, Nah, that jacuzzi was NOT good) in this coming year.

To Shawn Tatty, how can anyone not like such a fun dude like you? It’s like trying to stop a black hole from sucking.(ahem…)

Also, Lionel and Louis, the double-Ls that I knew this year. One L keeps slapping me and hitting me and has caused many a bruise on my body. The other L has squabbled with me, laughed with (and AT) me, and also helped me learn more about myself. Thank you, both of you.

Bluedevil, you were the first fellow I ever talked to in Sec 1 and I havent’ forgotten about that. Also, Jinkang, remember my prophecy! Haha! To Hong Xiu, Daryl L, Tze Kang Muscleman, Gene, Chee Yaaaaaang, Chen Xuan, Jon Lim Eng Sze (who covered the Raffles entrance sign with me!), Marrrky Mark, Stu Yong, and infinitely tons others, you have changed this year.

To Zhi Hao, I still think about you. I still feel sad, and I wish nothing has changed. But this year will never be the same without you.

To my CCAios, I am forever grateful for what you’ve taught me. Pin Hong, I promise those op and attendance lists will be in your inbox. Thank you for waiting, like you’ve done. Daniel, I thank you for your Coffee-Mates (at last count you had 7) and your constant caffeine companionship. Those walks home were very mellow-ing. Jeremy, you are the weirdest dude and that is just fine with me. You are Chee, and Chee is great.

CCAios, Tek, Leonie Lee, Yu Hui, Peng Seng (the Mysteries of the World sound just fine to me), Chor Hiaaaaaaang, Nigel-lus, Wuss, Kok Weng (nice gf!), and all of you, who know who you are, thank you for your companionship. It’s been great.

To Mrs Tay Boon Eng, NEW JOB ROCKS RIGHT!!! Hahaha! Thank you for being the only woman who could ever make me cry (besides my mom of course). That’s a compliment, and I love you!

To my Sec 4 friends, thank you for your leadership and teachings. They will not be forgotten. To Kennedy (YOU ARE DA BEST!), Li Zheng (YOU TOO!), Zhi Yang (thou who strikes fear in all our hearts), Bing Wen, Jasper, Woonie, Elton, Jun Wei, Wen Jun, Walter, Boon Ping (aka Ken Adams), Ye Wei, Philbert (Da Da O.C.), Joshua, Benedict the Pig, Joseph, Ali Tanjim the Breakfast Clubber, Prem the Clubber Number 2, Xuan Lang who moves as fast on land as in water, Hanson the deadly man, you are all such wonderful people and you will be even more wonderful in JC next year.

To other wonderful people in my life. Mike, who taught me the ways of Alanis and baked me some very delicious cookies. Alex and Bree, though our time was short. Other family too, you rock my world. Sue and XiangJun, you are girls who can have fun! Dylan and Adam, who spruced up the first half of my year and are still sprucing. Also to Daniel and Xinyun, who compare Survivor notes with me every Friday faithfully. Jafar and Zeen, you two share my fun and joy. Huiwen, Michelle and Zes, I didn’t know you too long but you made me do a lot of nonsense. Literally. Wang Ling and Diana, BIG SDF-fans and big on drama. Elaine, Rasyidah, Intan (YES YES I KNOW YOUR NAME NOW HAHA!), Geraldine, Serene, Cheryn-ann, Neville, Charmaine, Zhuo Xuan, Rong Fang, Ummar, Shawn Chua, Gerald and others… you have played significant roles in my life this year and hopefully next year you do the same. Also to Joakim and Emilee, my bestest Idols in Singapore, JB and some say Batam! (yeah, stupid jooooke, haha…) Thanks everyone!

I’m really sorry if I missed anyone out. As I’m writing this, my mind is really thinking of everyone I know and have met this year. It’s really hard for me to remember everyone. Meaning, if you don’t appear here, I’m sorry but I really didn’t get your impact in my life. But I hope you’ll still be in my life constantly, giving me the strength I need to push forward.

It’s been a really emotional year, not to mention emotional post. As the new year approaches, so do new friends, new lives, new days, new memories and new gifts. Thank you all for making this year such a fantastic one. I’ll remember you all.

Feel free to relive the emotions of the year as you scroll through the archives.

Once again, Thanks, guys, for all that you’ve given me. It’s 2007, and it’s time for us all to start a new year afresh with strength and life!

The Freedom to Speak / Stand Out Against War

I’m a fan of the Dixie Chicks. I’ll say it out loud that I’m a big fan of their rock-country music and their strong vocal ability.

Now, what truly puzzles me is why they’ve come under fire for what they’ve said.

I know, that was a random change in subject, but I just don’t get something.

See here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dixie_Chicks

I’m not sure why either, but it appears what they’ve commented on about President George Bush and the Iraq War have caused them to come under political controversy.

Come on, let’s all face it.

Humanitarians will agree with me on this one, as well as anyone with Iraqi friends or family who is participating in the Iraq War.

The Iraq War is horrifying.

Need proof?

It’s just so pointless. War is pointless. As a good pal Ummar once said, “War doesn’t determine who’s right. It determines who’s left.”

Maybe he got that quote from someone else. But all that matters is that the quote is correct. War is not a way to make a statement. War is not the way to do ANYTHING. War is just a sadistic way to prove that one country can kick more ass than another.

Didn’t TWO FUCKING WORLD WARS TEACH ANYBODY ANYTHING?!

I’m just so damn mad at the pictures I see, and what I read. I know, don’t believe everything you read and all that. But this IS the truth. Soldiers prosecuted for raping young Iraqi girls, people dropping all over the place like flies, Iraqi resistance forces making things worse…

And here come the Dixie Chicks trying to make a statement and everything is backlashed onto them.

I’m not saying it’s not Iraq’s fault, or the U.S.’s fault. It’s not my place to say anything.

All I’m saying is, people should see these photos and FEEL something. And DO something.

Madonna saw how much backlash the Dixie Chicks got for commentating about Bush and his pro-war politics. She immediately reshot the video for American Life (yes, that was a couple of years back) cutting out the part where she threw a grenade-looking thing at a Bush lookalike for a spoof.

So many years have passed (American Life! Hello?! It’s Jump and Get Together now!) and yet the Dixie Chicks are still under fire.

Everytime they go on concert there’s bound to be protestors outside the stadium raising placards requesting their music to be banned.

And the worse thing is that THEIR MUSIC IS BANNED.

I just don’t get it. Call me young, naive, unseeing, negative or whatever, but I just don’t see why they’re being attacked.

Let’s face it. You know this, I know this, American citizens know this, Norm Dicks knows this. The Iraqi War is a mistake. It’s a war. All wars are mistake.

If someone can tell me war is a good thing, or that war is a proper, logical thing, I’ll take a broom and smack that ass’s head into the ground.

War is never a good thing. The Dixie Chicks know it. They spoke out against it. And they’re STILL being criticized for it. But hell no, they’re not backing down.

SPEAK OUT!

This is not about your own life, your own condemnation, your own THIS your own THAT. This is about OTHER PEOPLE’S LIVES! This is about people being slaughtered, being killed, being slain just so a point can be made.

Chantal Kreviazuk has spoken out. P!nk has spoken out. The Dixie Chicks have spoken out. Alanis Morissette has spoken out.

What’s so scary about speaking out?

Is it because of the ridicule you’re going to receive? The shame? The condemnation? The comments pro-war people and their followers are going use against you?

HECK WITH THEM!

They should be the one ridiculed! They should be the one shamed! They should be the one condemned and attacked! Not the Dixie Chicks. Not the protestor who’s walking down the street with that ‘No More War’ poster, alone and determined!

For supporting war, for supporting the wrong decision, THEY should be the ones UNDER FIRE! They should be at fault!

It’s not about whether or not you like Bush, or support him, or whether you’re Republican or Democrat. This is about basic HUMANITY.

It’s not about George Bush. It’s about human rights and human lives. War is never good, no matter who the person is that pushes for it.

If Chantal Kreviazuk was pushing for all-out war in Iraq (which she would never do), or let’s say Tyra Banks or Tata Young were encouraging war (that would also never happen! This is a fictional example), I would strongly stand out against them!

And yet no one is. Americans are still sitting luxoriously at home, drinking their Martinis with four olives, watching Alias, Desperate Housewives, reality TV, not giving a damn about what happens millions of miles away from that.

And why should they? It IS happening a million miles away.

But Americans are there. Americans, the same people they are, the same people who could live across their street or in their town, the same people with that same blood in them, are fighting, fighting for WHAT? What cause? What purpose? They may not come home, FOR WHAT?

I’ll have to end here because my post is just getting too long. I could go on forever but I think you got my point.

Stand out and speak. Tell the world what you think. If you can’t do that, tell your friends what you think. Write to your local mayor. Tell your family, your neighbour, that you think war is bad and that whoever who supports, and thinks war is needed, is bad too.

Tell people and people will listen.

People need to listen.

The Australian Cousins Post

Okay okay OKAY!

So many people wanna see my australian cousins. Also dunno why everyone so excited about it…

Again, the first black-and-white Pic of the Post.

These are ‘Australia’s Next Top Models’!

Cue the theme song.

Left is Bree, right is Alex.

I love this picture, mainly because it’s so well-taken by me. Of course, they’re pretty people too, and they’re really model-sque too, but it’s really a compromise between the subject and the photographer.

*ahem*

Anyways, more photos!

The classic ‘cover-my-eyes-so-my-photo-ain’t-taken’ pose.

Now, here’s the funny part. While taking these photos I realized that my battery was really low and my 256 MB card was fast running out of space because I had not deleted the Kelly Rowland pictures.

So while taking the photos during dinner (though it was nearly dipper cause I ate so late), there was a beeping sound and my memory card was full. So all the remainder of the photos I have are…

That’s the younger cousin holding an X-Box console about to kick some Incredible ass… (hint as to what game we were playing…) with Uncle Eric sitting on the couch wanting to take control over Mrs Incredible next.

What a cutie pie!

Anyway, here’s the last photo I have. 1) Cause it’s Saturday morning and I don’t feel like blogging. 2) Cause that IS truly the last photo of them.

Okay folks, see ya!

Gonna do some final Christmas shopping! Last week of the holidays already… OH NOOOOO!!!! I’m gonna post a review of 2006 of my life up next, but for now, it’s time to finish up the holiday homework!

Merry Christmas!

The Spell of Rowland

KELLY ROWLAND KELLY ROWLAND KELLY ROWLAND!

There we go. I’ve grabbed your attention. Now keep reading.

Today was another very fun day, full of excitement, activity, bustle, hustle and LOTSA PHOTOS!

And you lucky faithful blog readers of mine get to see those amazingly well-taken photos!

Firstly, the morning was kinda normal. Nothing too big. Early afternoon went to Orchard to see the ACRES display. I’m gonna volunteer for ACRES tomorrow! YAY!

Then in early evening Jafar asked me to go Courts Megastore Grandeur Opening in Tampines!

(pronounced Tam-pe-nes, my dear, not Tam-pines)

WHY? Cause there was Kelly Rowland!

But I’m getting ahead of myself here.

This is Mr. Jafar S.
This is me. (ala Girls Out Loud AGAIN)

And this is Tampines Mall where we thought the concert was being held. Due to a certain Zeen telling us that this WAS 50 Tampines North, we wandered around aimlessly before realizing we had to take a shuttle bus to said Megastore.

There was such a long queue waiting for shuttle bus lah! So long and friggin boring. So we photowhored a bit and talked crap. I then realized something…

WHY are there so many bikes? What a mystery.

Anyway… Here we are! Courts Megastore at Tampines! The REAL 50 Tampines North mind you. There was this huge jam outside. TONS of cars lined up. Parking was horrifying. Jafar and I were almost squeezed flat against a window of the shuttle bus. It was full of EXCITEMENT!

In the end we were nearly one hour late. But it turns out we didn’t miss anything cause the Courts people were smart enough to start the show slightly later!

Arrived just in time to hear Hady Mirza sing!

And here is Jamie Yeo and Glenn Ong, husband and wife, also endorsed by Courts, hosting for the night!

And now, the highlight of the night!

KELLY ROWLAND!
(Isn’t this photo very professional? Like in a magazine that kind. =D) (I take one ok, so all copyrighted)

Member of famed girl group and Grammy-winning pop sensation Destiny’s Child, second only to Beyonce, the one and only Kelly Rowland!

She did many of her great hits tonight, including the new Stole, Dilemma (with Nelly as background music), a couple of BeeGees classics including Emotion and How Deep Is Your Love, and had many performances of Destiny’s Child songs, like Independent Woman Pt. 1, Soldier, Lose My Breath, Say My Name, Survivor and more!

Let the photos and videos speak for themselves!

And this baby here was sleeping throughout the entire thing. So wasted. But so sweet too. =P

Wow. What a fun night we had. I was sweating like siao. Raining sweat and my shirt was so wet with my sweat (rhyming =P) Then we took bus 27 from Tampines, hoping it could bring us back to Tampines Mall, but turned out we ended up in Hougang!!!

HOUGANG!!!!

Like, omg! From Tampines to Hougang. Cool lah. Jafar wanted to shop, so he went to the Hougang pasar malam to buy his V-necked tee. Me, I took a cab to my grandma’s house cause MY AUSTRALIAN COUSINS WERE IN SINGAPORE!

Photos of my pretty relations tomorrow. Now blogger is lagging like siao because I have so many photos here. Grrrrr…

To end this post, another pretty picture of pretty man Jafar!

P.S Tomorrow I’m gonna be officially volunteering for ACRES in Orchard Road! Come down and support me at the ACRES display at Orchard! Talk to me on MSN if you wanna know where I will be volunteering! ACRES ACRES!

Finally, SOME PHOTOS!

Okay like what Bryan said, this blog has been very devoid of photos lately. So I shall do every one of my faithful blog readers a favor and post some pictures.

Just now I went to Chinatown, or Keong Saik Road, for the Hand Analysis Talk as organised by Whatever Bookstore, Cafe and Studio.

I dragged Rasyidah along cause she was interested too. YAY!

This is the Glamour Gal in all her glory. I really didnt know how to add text cause my GIMP has so many damn problems, so I couldn’t write something like “I AM THE RAS, HEAR ME ROAR!” Heehee.

Okay, so anyway, Hand Analysis was like the damn coolest thing ever.

Apparently, my Hand has the base elements of Air and Water and Spirit. It’s damn cool. Here are the characteristics of the five elements which your hand may belong to.

Fire
You are quick-tempered, friendly, full of passion and zest for life. You can burn as brightly as you want to, but go out as quickly as suddenly as you wish as well. Often loud and kinda violence-prone. Very sports-oriented.

Water
You float along like a cork on the river, procrastinating and being dreamy and drifty. Yet you are very corrosive, with the ability to influence people with your character and behavior. You are also very creative and interesting.

Air
You tend to shrink away when there is conflict, dodging the limelight and enemies as you go along. Yet when the occasion calls for it you can be as fun, raucous and attention-grabbing as the next Janice Dickinson. And if you get pissed off, all BEWARE!

Earth
You are grounded, realistic, street-smart, and good with your hands. You tend to like animals and plants, basically nature. You are rather a loner, and you enjoy the company of one or two close friends.

Spirit / Analytical
The analytical nature, you are communcative, care about the people around you extensively, and think about EVERYTHING before you do/say it. Strong-willed and strong-minded, you accomplish goals excellently.

How do you tell if your hand is one of the five elements, or maybe a mix of them?

I cannot say! =DDDD A little hint is to compare the life lines of the two hands and also the knuckle knobs and their development or lack thereof. =DDDDD

It’s Helen Rasekhy’s workshop you have to go for. S$55 per 1/2 hour consultation, S$110 per hour consultation. She was the trainer and she is daaaamn good ok. She knows her stuff well.

I was a mix of Air, Water and Spirit/Analytical. So cool! There were also other stuff, but due to my laziness and refusal to post anything at 1 am in the morning I shall hence not post anything else about reading the Hand.

After the very interesting and informative session, we went to Mount Faber Nasi Lemak to eat. Wah dipper was very yummy. (Dipper: Dinner and supper. Just like brunch.

My food! Sausage. Fishcakes and curry chicken. Ras ate chicken thigh and sambal beans .

AND NOW! Time for act cute photos.

My new haircut! I kinda don’t like the side.

“See what see!”

“Okay lor! Dun see!” (ala Girls Out Loud, which is very funny btw)

Now for one more ‘act cute’ photo.

Then we talked for 2 hours, and then we went home.

Here is one of the weirdest things of today.

On the MRT, I was listening to the sounds of InXS when this really horrible smell came wafting by (NOTHING TO DO WITH INXS CAN!) and naturally, I looked for the source of the stink.

This is where I realized diffusion is damn strong a natural force, especially in an air-con MRT train.

I looked to my left and I didn’t see any source of garbage. I looked to my right and nothing seemed like it stinked. It was a really horrible smell, like someone dying.

SOMEONE DYING!

That was my second thought. Maybe someone had died on the train and was buried in one of the carriages so now it dropped loose and the smell had pertubed the train’s exterior!

Then I realized everyone was covering their noses. I smelled it too, but surely it wasn’t that bad.
I stood up.

WHAM! SUPER STINK ALERT!

I was about to puke lah the smell was so fucking strong and gross. AND WHERE WAS IT COMING FROM?

There was this Indian executive dude looking to his left smartly. I thought he would know what happened.

“Um, excuse me, but what happened?”

“Someone threw up, over there.” He motioned to the left with his briefcase.

(Threw up, btw, not puke, vomit, or some crude word)

I still couldn’t see anything, so I tried to mask my irritation.

“Heh. I thought it was some uncovered dead body.”

“No. Dead bodies smell worse than this.”

O.o!

How would he know!

Unless…

Just then the train stopped at Serangoon, so I prepared to get off. As I was about to, this huge group of people surged to the doors (wise decision btw) and I finally saw this huge puddle of undigested food and stomach acids (which cause the smell in the first place fyi). Some poor kid had food poisoning. I felt sad instead of rude and shittily inconsiderate, which the other Singaporeans were expressing through their very varied faces.

Half the train got off at Serangoon, most of which have no idea how to get home from there. The other half left on the train are those who have blocked nose, sleeping, nose-iscally challenged or people who just don’t care about the stink.

I hope the guy who ‘threw up’ gets better.

P.S Up next photos of Australian cousins who have invaded SINGAPORE! Singaporeans beware! Pretty girls about to whammy the country!

The STOMP Psychology Post

I was passing by STOMP today, cause I’m damn bored and there’s nothing to do at home, or watch, or anything.
AND I FOUND DAMN DAMN INTERESTING POSTS!
Let me post some here.
And I shall also psychoanalyse these post-ers mentalities, much like what Oprah pays her people to do on her show.

1) i have a fetish for..

“young lians.. is that normal? eberitime i see sec sch girls wearing mini skirt & short socks can see their nice legs i steam like siao that time when i was working sibei hot.. got 1 group of lians enter and see see. my boss ask me to attent to them and i talk to one of them with v nice hair i feel like touching later we end up chatting about her sch but my boss see already not happie ask me to siam. lucky he come if not my ******* going to explode cos i speak to her i steam like **** and i think she saw also she just diam diam nia and laugh.. she so cute sia.. and i love her sch.. a lot of hot mei meis.”

mourinhoisKING says:
what the f***???

GKarL says:
I completely agree. This person is f***ed-up. Fetishes are okay. Leather. Bondage. Chains. Older people. But young girls? Wah lao. That is not a fetish. That is a perversion.

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2) GUYS Get MOLESTED too!

“Once i was in a crowded train, a ah pek put his umbrella in front of me and was leaning on it with one hand. When the train stopped and jerked, he brushed his hands against my bulge. I don’t think it was accidental cos his fingers were spread out!!…. then he went out of the train.Its very difficult for guys to complain….. Ppl may not believe…… Anyone have similar case?…”

PooterKing says:
I think he grabbed the wrong pole =D

GKarL says:
Unless your pole happens to be elongated and has handlebars on them I believe an ah-pek would not mistake your pole for the real thing.

bubblegumsexwax says:
aiyah! when the bus jerked to a stop all of a sudden, the ah pek was afraid that u might injure yr balls by hitting it against something hard, so he was just using his hands to protect them for u la……………….

GKarL says:
So kind ah. Should repay him by protecting his balls back.

helicopters says:
mayb the uncle wan test whether u real boy a nt.. so he check it out.. =x

GKarL says:
ASK lah! ‘Eh excuse me, are you male or female? You look like a really pretty guy or a damn manly woman, so I need to know if you’re “Feehily” gay or “Cruise” hetero, because I enjoy knowing.’

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3) Is it normal for a guy to have soft toys?

“You see, i own a lot of soft toys, but dare not tell my friends about it, because usually girls own soft toys. AM I NORMAL??? What the Sh!t….”

Chilly_Oct says:
*opens cabinet* *tons of toys drop out* imma girl..

GKarL says:
Charming. -.-

4) I’m confessing a weird habit

“I always comb my hair before i take a bath. -,-!”

twinkle-toes says:
haha… that’s funny. oops. sorry.hmm… i dun realli have any weird habits.i have my OCD moments, though.haha..

CurryFisHater says:
LOL, that’s like… WHY!? xD

GKarL says:
He needs to look nice for the bath. If not later the water will find his hair too ugly and scold him.

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5) How do you deal with spammers?

“Spammers! Help! ?????????????????”

falcohon says:
I block them. But once their level of annoyance exceeds my toleration limit, I’d start insulting them.

GKarL says:
No no. You must have technosex with spammers to stop them.

siao_boi says:
I dunno. I hardly get spams.

GKarL says:
Can I have your email please?

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6) Many Singaporeans are lame.

“I think they’re backwards and lame…just my opinion.They’re so wimpy and they say stupid things…my opinion. I’ve gotta migrate.”

GKarL says:
Most people in (enter country you’re migrating to here) are lame too.

XiaoSaintBoi says:
“migrate then lack of u doesnt make a different”

emoraider says:
“See…look at that comment!It doesn’t make sense…”lack of you”?”Make a different”Look at your English Singaporeans!Someone, give me a better impression of Singaporeans, please!”

GKarL says:
Okay LOR. You want proper English HAR?

‘Excuse me, but I find your behavior totally outrageously infuriating. The ambivalent feeling of insecurity you are emanating is very regalistic. You are such an arse! Queen’s English RAH RAH!’

That’s it for tonight.

Till more STOMP psychoanalysis is needed.

P.S I have no idea what I just typed for 7). I should migrate.

Today

Today was interesting. One of the more interesting days in a holiday full of boring moments.

First, I woke up groggily to drink water, then choked on the water and spent a good 10 minutes cacking out the water that got into my lungs. Then I went back to sleep, but not before MZ so kindly woke me up to remind me to go out.

So I agreed, hung up and fell asleep.

Nearly half an hour later, I woke up, worked out, showered and was a good hour late. So I rushed in a mad frenzy to Bishan, then to City Hall, then to Changi Airport.

That’s right. Today, the taiwan peeps return to sunny, boring ol’ Singapore.

*(Boring is definitely right)*

Now, I believe I was a good hour late (MZ can attest that I was at least40 minutes late) for the plane that was going to touch down at said 11.53 am.

At 12.12 (I remember this number well) MZ and I were dying of boredom outside Gate 20 – 23. It was damn qi geg I tell you. To have rushed there and realized the plane had not friggin touched down yet was probably a training of my punctuality.

I commented, “Eh, is the plane flying or crawling?”

Which prompted a good number of people to stare at me. Fair enough. Then when the plane DID touch down, and a bunch of people came barreling through, it was all hugs, and smiles, and one huge cheer too.

A few surprises. Shawn’s sister was so much more prettier than I envisioned (don’t ask why I envision about Shawn’s sister…), Hongxiu had lost a WHOLE LOTTA FREAKIN’ POUNDS OF WEIGHT(!), and I got a glimpse of the person Kiat Wee for who no rhyme and reason insulted me on MSN. Seriously. What did I even do to offend him? He just anyhow called me a name on MSN and seriously pissed me off. I need to suan some zhang first before next year rolls around.

After a lot of hugs, smiles and one huge cheer (sounds familiar) it was goodbye. Thanks to Hongxiu for his nice taiwan bing (hint: Shawn, ahem!) which MZ and I shared. After that MZ and I headed over to the airport food court to eat, and I was suddenly strongly reminded of the weird problem Singapore has.

Why is it that an old hunchedback auntie who should be a grandma enjoying her huang jin nian hua, relaxing at home and baking nice garlic cookies and making almond jelly, WORKING IN AN AIRPORT FOOD COURT?!

She was seriously looking like she was going to keel over, just asking us if we had finished eating. The young Malay and Chinese there I understood, but why the old ah-ma?! It’s such a problem with our labour division in Singapore!

A nice, old lady cleaning tables and wiping off people’s halfeaten food?! What the fuck?!

I was very disturbed. When MZ went to buy dessert I observed the woman, who resiliently shuffled over to table after table, cleaning off the plates and silently not complaining. Wow. What a woman.

I know I know its happening all over the country. The chaffed lip woman in MOS Burger J8, the nice old lady at Macdonald’s… why is it that our old folks are being forced to work?

Something is wrong here people. Some governmental policy needs to be changed, implemented or removed for young people to start working the hard way in cafes and restaurants instead of their parents doing the job while they sit around in a posh air-con office earning big bucks and NOT giving the big bucks to their papas and mamas. Damn it’s sad!

Very sad indeed.