Happy new year!

Out with 2006, in with 2007!

While 2006 has been pretty good to me, I wish 2007 will be better!

As I'm typing this, I'm preparing to head out for the massive party later on with the guys at Zouk. This is our yearly pilgrimage to the holy land of clubbing, and I wouldn't miss it for the world! Hahaha!!! Time to see the guys and gals decked out in 70s retro gear as planned! It should add some spice for the clubbing session later! Woohoo! Time to bring out the inner party animal in us! Ciggies, booze and whatever you have, just bring it on!!! Oookkkkaaayyy!!!

Lastly... Happy new year, folks! I wish for a great year ahead to all!

Cold December

Decembers are always known to be nostalgic...

They tell you that the year's soon to come and go.

Painfully slow to some because they've had a bad year,
and they wish for a fresh start.

But regrettably fast for others because there is this disease called procrastination, and they always thought they have time... until December knocks on their door.

Decembers signal the end of the year gone by,
but they also signal the start of another.

It is always good to look on the bright side of life everytime,
amidst the gloomy skies and the incessant pouring outside your window.

Cos' you know you'll always be sheltered from the storms in this place you call home.

Have you found your home yet?

I like Decembers. With or without my home.

Merry X'Mas!!!

X'mas is just around the corner!

To all my friends, I wish you all peace, joy and laughter in this season of merry making!

And to the people I hate, please go and rot in hell!!! Hahaha!!! Nah, I ain't so nasty. Time to reflect on your attitude towards others, treat others how you want others to treat you. It's really simple, practice it!

I'm a fcukin' nice guy. Period.

Merry X'mas folks! *Fwah lalalalalalalala~*

. . . . . . .

I feel insecure. In fact, I feel like shit right now. But should I be even worrying? I had saw it coming, sooner or later. I oughta have more confidence in her, and in myself too. I'm as good as it can get, I know it!!!

License? What license?

Okay I think this has got to be one of the most lameass of jokes I could possibly crack.

We were at the kopithiam eating breakfast on sunday morning, and the TV was showing trailers of James Bond's newest movie: Casino Royale.

The conversation goes like this:

Doong: Eh, how come Daniu never drive here huh? He got license one or not?

Chink Egg: Yeah, let's ask him...

*Daniu comes in with his food and sits down*

Chink Egg: Eh Daniu you got license or not?

Daniu: Huh? What license??

Me: Simi license? License to kill lah! *hums James bond music while gesturing my hands pointed like a gun to shoot at Daniu*

The whole table erupts in laughter. Sometimes, I can be such a total idiot. I laughed so hard while at the same time admiring the ingenuity of my very creative mind. =P

Eat my shorts!

Let's start a fcuk-the-engineers campaign, shall we?

On another note, this is a happy day, lets not spoil it! =D

Can't let it out

I've had a few close shaves.

But none has come closer... until today...

Fortunately, I came out of it none the worse.

But the worst thing is I couldn't tell her about it.

Writing about it, at least gave me an outlet to let it out.

I feel much better now.

A lesson learnt, and I'm always a student of the roads.

Greetings from Starbucks@Gentings

Hiho peeps, this is da' man bloggin' all da' way up here from gentings highland.

Why the hell am I in Malaysia anyways? Cos da' man's gotta be attending ma' cousin's wedding in KL. And he's only 24! OMFG! Try getting married in Singapore at the age of 24 and I can assure you of mounting debts you need to clear until your hair turns grey. Unless your dad's Khoo Teck Puat and he left you a slice of his fortunes of cos. =D

I was supposed to start clearing my leave from wednesday but due to something that cropped up I had to cancel my leave for that day to come back to work. Might as well, cos' I would have been very bothered by that niggling feeling of leaving something half done and going on leave. Or maybe I've slowly become a closet workaholic?! The truth is, I switched on my business handphone 24/7 and even brought along my laptop in case I need to do some work from my computer. Shucks. This isn't good. When you're on leave, you're supposed to cut off all contact from work and just relax. If not, don't take leave at all lah. It's to help you recharge, not keep on continuing draining your energy!

Today's the 2nd last day I'll be spending with my relatives. This wedding could not have come at a better time to mend the bridges and reacquaint myself with them. It has been helluva many years since I last saw some of them. Most of my cousins have already grown up so fast I did not even have time to blink my eyes. The sad part is, we've grown distant from each other. No, correction. I was never close to them in the first place, which is quite sad considering the very fact that we're cousins. Being the only relative that resides in Singapore poses a huge obstacle. The problem's not just me alone. My family aren't that close to them as much as we wanted to. The distance and communication played a huge part, not to mention our way of life are very much different also.

In Ipoh where most of my mum's relatives (i.e my uncles and aunties) still live in the same village, maybe just a few units or roads down from each other, their lifestyle are pretty much rural kampung style - not in the derogatory sense, but there's a gulf between us city dwellers in Singapore. Everyone has this wish to improve their lives - sending their kids to school, get good grades, go to university and get a good job so that they can support the parents in old age. In Singapore, the thinking is similar - but we demand more from our kids and we desire more materialistic needs. There is practically no room for failure.

But in Ipoh, they're more forgiving - as long they can get a decent job and carry out their filial duties, it is more than enough. Having said that, this comparison cannot be considered fair. Urban city life and rural life is just so different. While urban dwellers want to have the simplicity and serenity of rural lifestyles, rural dwellers want to possess the material wealth and glamour associated with living in cities. We can never come to an equal ground.

I had also requested to visit my grandma's grave in Ipoh. I feel I should at least pay her a long overdue visit. She passed away in '92 when I was still in primary school. My memories were of her lavishing her grandchildren in Singapore with toys and gifts whenever she dropped by to visit us in Singapore. I think maybe she loved us more than she loved some of her grandchildren back in Ipoh. Spending a few quiet minutes in front of her is the very least I could do, and I hope she's smiling down on us from heaven, giving her blessings in whatever we do.

There's also my auntie (my mum's younger sister) in KL whom I wanted to pay a visit. When she passed away suddenly 2 years ago due to some complication in the disease she was already carrying, I had wanted to rush over to pay my last respects but my mum told me it wasn't needed.

Till today, I still felt bad over it. All along I've been looking for a chance to do that. Even though I come to KL quite frequently, I find it uncomfortable broaching this topic for fear of upsetting my cousin who I feared still haven't really gotten over her shock death. But I found the courage to do so through my mum, but I also felt at the same time it would be quite inauspicious to go praying to the deceased and at the same time, to celebrate the wedding of this particular cousin.

In the end, we didn't go due to some religious beliefs that prevented any of us to visit her on any other days except qing ming. This auntie of mine was like most of relatives in Ipoh, unassuming and very hospitable. She was particularly generous and won't pull the stops in going out of her way to make us feel at home. Like my grandma, she left an impression in me and I had to reciprocate that kindness.

Tomorrow's gonna be the wedding ceremony for my cousin, and its almost 3am here with me and my trusty laptop in Starbucks@Gentings. I shall call it a day for now. Will be back in Singapore monday morning darling, and I miss you lots! =P

Damai Pri Sch - The Reunion

So the day has finally come. It was to be the day of the reunion... for the folks that used to study in Damai Primary School at Bedok Reservoir Road. Me, being the organizer for this event, had to do a bit of homework and preparation work to make sure everything went smoothly.

Initially, I had managed to get about 10 people who's confirmed attending. But in the end, only a grand total of 7 turned up. 3 had flown me aeroplane, but its OK. I believe more people will try to make it the next time round. Maybe they really had something on, I hope. =D

We met at city hall MRT control station, then proceed to have dinner at Marche Suntec - the only place I could think of to accomodate the expected crowd of 10 people. LOL. Did I tell you how much I hated the food at Marche? It was decent at best, but the concept and layout of the restaurant makes for an ideal gathering place. So I had to settle for them, unless I can find an alternative or somebody has a suggestion on a nice cosy place big enough to accomodate a bigger turnout next time.

Anyway most important thing is not the food, but about the catching up of yester years. Like how much everybody has changed in terms of looks or personality, schools they went to after PSLE before finally ending up with the company they're working for now. Of course we also progress beyond the usual boring questions and brought back memories of the things we used to do in primary school, and incidents that made us laugh. From teachers to 'outstanding' individuals, we didn't hold back on the stories each of us had to tell, and it was an encouraging sign that everyone had more things in common than I thought previously. Thus, it didn't turn out that awkwardly.

We also recalled all the names that we could think of, and wrote them down on a notebook, along with details on how this particular person could be reached for the next gathering. We are expecting a better turnout and this inaugural meeting is just a stepping stone for bigger things to come.

Lastly, a parting shot for the peeps who turned up!

The rose among the thorns...

From left: Sherwin, Junzhong, James (Malau), Jingyu, Zhennan, Jianhe, ME!

I know it looks damn pathetic for a "reunion" - but trust me, its gonna get better... and BIGGER!

Bike road trip JB Sat 7th OCT '06

Freakin' shagged, been riding from 7:30am in the morning till I reached home at about 10:30pm. More than 12 hours man!!!

For this trip, we covered JB in Malaysia. All the way up to Batu Pahat, while visiting Pulai and Pontian, riding along the western coast of Malaysia.

First stop at the Pulai waterfall, I already kenna accident. Bakero! Can't blame me, first time go touring... somemore is ride up the hills and when I had to stop on a slope, I made the mistake of turning my handlebar. Combined with the laws of gravity, my bike toppled on her left and luckily, it didn't crush my legs. Only God knows how my legs were saved. I escaped with a few grazes on my ankle and some impact I think, cos' my legs were feeling abit weird. Damn, what a noob I am... I will learn from this mistake!

Waterfall!

Thanks to Lawrence and gang, who quickly rushed to my aid. They helped me push my bike up, and managed to start my bike after a while because of the spilled petrol. My bike was also lucky to escape with a few scratches despite hitting the tarmac. Just some on the left side mirror, handle bar balancer and of cos', the crash bar, which prevented some major damage to the engine. But being the perfectionist that I am, I will definitely wanna have them replaced or at least touched-up.

Then we had lunch at a coffee shop in Pontian (?). Food was not bad, and it was like dirt cheap. Regret I never ate more, cos later have to eat the sucky A&W in JB for dinner. After eating at A&W's, I finally understand why they don't have any more outlets in Singapore. LMAO!!! In anycase, it was because I'm sooo hungry that's why I gobbled them all up.

Next up, was a looong ride to Batu Pahat, where we decided to drop by the damn lok cok Wet World. There wasn't a single soul there except for the keepers of the place. We bought some drinks to replenish ourselves, took a short rest before deciding on our next course of action.

The riders taking time out

We also visited some hotspring in JB. Nothing much to shout about that place. Looks pretty run-down and is patronised by few people, mostly from nearby kampungs I think. Along the way, we witnessed the aftermath of a deadly car collision. Shattered glass everywhere along with keropoks that were meant for the festive season; the car was crushed beyond recognition and the lorry lying in the drain was only slightly damaged. Most sickening sight, I reckon.

The guys enjoying the hotspring...

By this time, we had covered almost 300km worth of road. The journey home via the North South highway was pretty smooth once we turned out from the busy towns. For the first time, I'm able to whack my bike to its max capacity... well, close to it anyways. I went up to 175km/h on my speedo, almost clearing the meter. The roar of the engine and the onrushing windblast made the ride almost orgasmic, save for the loud noise generated inside the helmet. Which is a lucky thing I wore my full face nolan, cos' I suppose it helped buffers the noise by a good measure.

I finally reached home at about 10:30pm. At this time I was almost half dead; my legs were aching, my hands trembling from clutching in/throttling and my head was throbbing from wearing the helmet for so bleedy long. But it was fun nevertheless. I'm already looking forward to the next trip.

Till the next time!

Road trip on my bikey!!!

Wooo~

In almost about 5 hr's time, I will get up to shit in the morning, and then its off to across the causeway to JB on ma spankin' cool bike! Waahh, first virgin trip up north... damn excited man! Will be joining like-minded enthusiasts exploring different places in JB, I just hope the weather will be good tomorrow man! That's all I'm asking!

I will bring my trusty lumix along, shall post some interesting pictures for all to see!

さようなら！

Today marks a new beginning for me, under my new boss, who's a nice guy also... blessed I am. But I won't forget my previous boss who personally handpicked me from among the score of candidates vying for this elusive position of mine. Of all people, he had to pick a greenhorn, me - a total freshie who has no prior experience and qualification to take up this post. I could have never hoped for a better job than this. One that allows me a large degree of freedom and the opportunity to travel around. In other words, my dream job man. And I have a great boss who's willing to teach me the ropes, and fool around when its time to let your hair down. He's almost like a friend to me, but I still respect him cos' he's my boss afterall. So when I first heard he was going to be posted back to Japan, I was sad naturally.

And it culminated to an end last saturday. But before that, we had one bomb of a dinner at Pan Pacific hotel for 2 table-fuls of us, including the logistics and technical members - solely organized by me of course. I had chosen the restaurant because he can see the downtown area and city lights for the last time, at least for now. Hehe. On saturday, after I sent my bike for her regular maintenance (damn the rain!), I went to pick up both my bosses, old and new for dinner. After which, we proceed to drive down ECP en route to Changi airport. How he must have had mixed feelings when driving down memory lane, this very familiar route he used to take while going on frequent business trips...

So when it was time for him to board the plane, the few of us (I was the only local) who bothered to come to send him off bade farewell for the last time. We exchanged friendly banter and wished him all the best to his career in Japan. For me, I gave him a firm shake of his hands and told him I will see him in Japan soon and asked him to remember to take care of me when he becomes ぶちょう (department head). With a laugh of course... not that easy in corporate Japan yeah? And his words to me was to show him I could raise my game to another level and in his words "show me your power". LOL.

As he trudges his weary frame through the immigrations, I could tell that those were with heavy steps that he took to leave paradise that is Singapore back to the drudgery of routine life in busy Tokyo downtown. One can only imagine how he is feeling at that point in time.

Soon after clearing the immigrations, he turned back to look at us for one last time. With a wave of his hands, and an almost expressionless face that is associated with all Kyushuu Japanese guys (strong and silent type according to him), he said goodbye... almost alien to me considering the fact that he's always had that funny rubbery look on his face.

Real men don't shed tears, I managed to bottle up my feelings well but I could feel that lump in my throat for having lost a good boss whom I could talk to with almost about anything.

Thank you for everything.

ほんとうにありがとうございました、堀さん！

Something is missing...

Life is good... but something is missing...

The more you look for it, the more it distances itself from you...

And then it found you.

You suddenly long for it, and you have this feeling of emptiness that cannot be patched up.

Your world has turned topsy curvy, so has your life.

Now you have something to look forward to, and it keeps you going.

To a goal, to a dream...

The question is, will it materialize?

Believe.

Back from New Delhi, India

Didn't have the time to put up some pics from India... well, here they are...

Typical traffic condition in Delhi. Jammed packed with cars and people weaving in and out of traffic when it comes to a stop. Even if there was a pedestrian crossing I couldn't tell at all!

Bikes, bikes and lotsa bikes!!! all below 200cc ones... sianzzz...

Busy downtown in Delhi. People, people and more people! Its a population crisis in India! And the cars! Bo cheng hu!!! What lane markings?? Bo lane markings lah, ka ki kia lah, mai kia si li eh dai ji!

My room at Shangri-La hotel. Hotels in India are the most expensive in the world. Prices range from US$150 to US$400 (!?) per night. Crazy money man, but if you compare to a similar hotel elsewhere in the world, the standard in India is definitely better.

The people's eyebrow (O_o)

OMFG... I can't believe I did it. I finally got my bushy eyebrows trimmed! The metrosexual side of me took over when malau called and jio-ed me to go do it. Actually, we had been talking abt it for quite some time, but when he suddenly called me one saturday afternoon. I just had to do it. Mai tu liao!!! Muahahaha!!!

Curious stares greeted me and malau when we entered this famous beauty saloon in bishan. Seated on the sofas were aunties dressed like they just returned from the wet market, and I could almost imagine them sniggling at us faggoty boys who looks every bit out of place there. We couldn't look at them straight in the face and our faces blushed with embarassment. How we wish there was a hole to swallow us up then. From the faintest of all sound, I could hear whispers... you know the type where auntie #A leans over to auntie #B, covers her mouth and whisper nasty words behind you? Damn irritating can! Don't know what they are saying! Tamade! Maybe they might be picturing us in tutus dancing ballet and laughing for all we know!!!

I nearly wanted to turn to that auntie and scream: "FAT B!TCH!!! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE FOR?? IF ITS FOR SLIMMING, THEN FORGET ABOUT IT YOU LARD BUCKET!!! THE ONLY WAY TO LOSE THAT LORRY-SIZE TYRE OF YOURS IS TO EAT LESS OF THAT OIL LADEN CHAR KWAY TIAO FOR BREAKFAST!!!"

Ok, I made that one up. I won't dare to be so mean cos' I sucha nice guy. =D

Fastforward...

The whole process was quite fast. Apart from the pain during the plucking, it was alright even though I was worried how I would turn out. "我做SALES是靠我这张脸赚口饭吃的LEH...", that I told the beautician who was attending to me. She reply in an equally humourous manner: "我保证你拔了眉毛后前途无量啊!"

Someone kill me please.

Anyways I'm happy now. I don't look like 一眉道长 anymore. Now my eyebrow's shaped like Takeshi Kaneshiro's. Damn yandao loh! ROFL!

India Episode II: Revenge of the tandoori chicken

Okay, an announcement to make... *tap tap microphone*

Me is going to India again from 4th Sept to 7th Sept for business trip. Finally ah, nong time neh' go there liao. Must see how market there is doing. Also to walk walk see see abit lah. Must have time to relax-tsu right? For this period, yeah sorry no lunch appointments for you guys. Limpeh si wey popular one, you know lah. So paiseh hah. Got time one larh. Ok, I was joking there.

So hor, if got daiji can call wa eh handphone. But take note time difference in India, New Delhi hor... don't call me when limpeh di kun hor. Wake up limpeh I damn pek chek and TL one lor. Hehehe...

Anyways, its been a good weekend past. Soccer was good too. So it has come to sunday night again, sian half... but since I'm going to India and won't be back till thurs. This week should pass by pretty fast.

Full of crap

Wah liew, I think I never lao sai so jialat before in my entire lifetime. Somemore damn watery one. I'm like LS-ing 3 to 4 times a day, and I think its a bit too much for my liking, even though I quite enjoy my daily morning shit before I head to work. BUT, this is a different ball game altogether. LOL.

If this carries on, I think I have to be extra cautious about letting out that occasional fart or maybe trying to suppress that irritable sneeze. ROFL. Man, would that be nice? Like crapping your pants and soiling your undies, and just about every last dignity a human being could have? Sheesh.

I had better pop more of those po chai yi pills, they will be my stop gap solution for now... hehehe... I wanna have a good game tomorrow and score lotsa goooaallllsss!!!!

Last but not least, happy birthday to you auntie Mag! Congrats on turning a year older but continue to spew out all those crappy stuffs we all love to hear from you! Btw, today you wear blue for the first time look so feminine worrzzz! HAHAHA... don't always wear black lah ok?

Mayhem in Manila

Just came back from my first business trip to Manila. Damn, it was one helluva experience, gastronomically-wise, that is.

I was greeted by J and C at the airport, and proceed to hop onto his Honda CRV to visit potential customers in lovely Philippines. J cuts a funny character; warm and approachable and it wasn't long before we engaged in some less serious banter that wasn't work related. Anyway, that wasn't what I wanted to share with you guys, besides the hospitality of the Filippino people in general. It was THE food, people! Fear Factor style!!!

I ate food I never imagined I would ever even touch in my entire lifetime. But I did. And I'm so darn proud of myself.

First up, the locals call it "Baloot". It is actually boiled eggs, duck eggs to be precise... but with the freakin' foetus inside!!! OMFGWTFBBQ!!! J laughed wryly before he asked C to go get the baloots from a roadside stall. 4 eggs for like 10 pesos (S$0.30). I gulped in helplessness before C got back into the car with the eggs in hand.

J showed me how to eat it: Find the hollow tip of the egg, crack it, peel off the shell and there you have it - foetus, egg yolk, and the soup! Holy mother of Jesus Christ Virgin Mary, save me please!!! You're supposed to drink the "soup" or "chup" as we hokkiens call it. Damn did I hesitate for a good 5 minutes before I slurped that shit and lap it up to prove I'm not a wussy!!!

Hey, it wasn't that bad lah, taste like half boiled egg leh... Then, you have to peel off some more shell to reveal the *gasp* foetus!!! Wah liew, sick man!!!! poor little duckie cramped into the egg, fully developed features and get this: with FEATHERS loh!!!! Wah piang eh, I nearly wanna puke. I looked up at J in utter bewilderment, half expecting him to say: "Aww Kenny, I was only joking... you don't really have to eat this... Here, let me help you!" YEAH RIGHT, DREAM ON! And how the locals eat this stuff is that after downing the "chup", they slurped and swallowed the damn foetus into your mouth in one shot!!! Then they eat the egg yolk with blood veins running across them!!!

But hor, limpeh me didn't chicken out, go other country must try their "delicacy" mah. Cannot always eat chicken and pork, damn boring and sian one leh! Actually, I also don't know when my taste buds suddenly become so adventurous... HAHAHAHA... partly is because I don't wanna lau kwee lah. Scarly say all Singaporeans are humji! TMD! *angry* But I only drink finish the "chup" and eat a little bit of the blood vein yolk and the poor duckie head. SICK!!!

Second is the pig blood loh. Nabeh, J order quite a few local dishes during dinner and then without telling me what it is, I try them all and I kenna tricked!!! And hor, the funny part is, he ask me choose which dish I like best, and I chose the pig blood cooked with pork cubes!!! Cos' I really thought it tasted not bad, even though it looked nasty with its black color sauce!!! WTF!!! I'm damn stupid can!!? Now I bought one packet come back Singapore, got people come my house I can cook for them! Damn easy! Pour out the pig blood, heat it and stir fry with some meat and VOILA! Serves at least 2! Who wanna try???

Last one... finally, escargot, or should I say snails??! J told me it tasted really good, and lumped a few shells on my plate for me. Armed with a toothpick, and plenty of hesitation, I dig out the nasty little shit inside the shell and plug it into my mouth, at the same time consoling myself nothing can be worse than the sick foetus shit I ate. Dang! Machiam like SAI loh! I really mean it, taste like shit can?!! I'm sooo never gonna put another of this shit into my mouth again!!!!

*Puuiii puuuiiiii puuuiiiiiii!!!*

Bold'Or Honda CB400 Showpiece

Peeps, I'm pleased to showcase my lovely bike... the Honda CB400 Bold'Or! I spent half a day polish, and also give her a mini makeover, just for this photoshoot. Hahaha... but more to come in future eh... hehe...

Side profile... my bike plate no. haven't huat in 4D yet... -_-"

Look at the cool new golden wings on the tank bra! It set me back by $50 just for that... *heart song but pocket pain*

MUGEN SPORTS... Yeah, damn beng I know... those decals you can only find on zhnged ah beng cars but I was merely trying to copy, or rather modify the Mugen concept model of the bold'Or!!!

DAMN CHIO LAH!!! Those killer LED lights!!! WoOtZzz!!!

I think I just need a few more MUGEN decals in the right places... and the look is complete!!!

Okie, thats all for now folks!

Dad's birthday dinner (12th Aug)

Sis and I treated Dad and the rest of the family to a feast at Jumbo in Clarke Quay.

We spent like close to $400 bucks on it... every imaginable seafood delicacy was on the table for us to feast on, but the killer was the lobster at $120... my eyes nearly popped outta my sockets, but lucky my sis (not that biatch younger sister) was there to split the cost... *Phew!* Everyday like that cannot tahan man... hahaha...

Earlier on, we had wanted to catch the fireworks while having our dinner. Initially was to have it either at one of the restaurants in One Fullerton or the Esplanade, but it was fully booked... much to our disappointment. We then contemplated having at east coast or the indoor stadium but nobody was sure we could have a view of the fireworks on display at Marina bay. But then again, it didn't matter much, we settled for somewhere near our workplace and tried our luck on whether we could sneak or glimpse or two. In the end, it didn't work out cos' of the damn high rise buildings!!!

After stuffing our faces full, well for me was ok cos' I don't take seafood much but got improvement ok! Got eat prawn and abit of crabs and lobsters hor!!! But I must still maintain they taste quite nasty. It will take like ounces of thick gravy to mask the seafoodish smell before I dare to put it in my mouth!

We then indulge in another sinful round of chocolate fudge cake... OMG, damn fattening can? We sang the customary birthday song with my dad together, and then before he blew out the candles, he was asked to make a wish. Already sort of expecting such an answer, my dad said: "Mia lit huat 4D arrhh!!! (tomorrow strike 4D)" before this grin start to appear on his face. -_-" I nearly pengz, one pattern one my laopeh!!! So predicatable!!! kaozzz!!!

Censorship: Singapore style

This is wickedly funny. Singaporeans taking a dig at the people working in the censorship board in Sillypore. Damn sarcastic stuffs but also damn accurate lah, those censorship people making us look like idiots who can't think for ourselves and who don't understand what's the meaning of self censorship.

I think the maker of this clip deserves more than just applause from us netizens.

Go forth and spread the gospel, people!!! *in a Godly-like voice*

Slice of life

Had these pictures for a while now, but no time to upload... until today... nua-ing at home rocks!

I was at East Coast Park on sunday for rollerblading. And as most of you would know, parking is always a nightmare especially on weekends cos' like half of Singapore's population would be there at the same time with you. And then I found this bike lot... occupied by a bike!!! I mean those leg pedal type bicycle, use your 'gu lat' (cow strength) one!!! OMFG, WTF SMLJ is this??? Does the owner of this bicycle think it is very funny??? Hahaha, apparently I shared his sense of humour, that's why I left the bicycle alone, and took down this pic for all to share... as well as for all the bewildered bikers who are desperately looking for a lot. The look on their faces would be priceless, just like mine did for that one good minute.

Taken @ Eunos MRT while on the way back from work. Cute kitty sleeping on top of an ATM machine, and beside an advert which ominously says: "POWER CORRUPTS". Yeah, that's the evil plan these cats have been planning all along... trying to take over the world!

There were plenty of kid's doodlings on the national day theme. I still remember going through this during arts class in primary school, must have been pretty boring for me back then, given my innate talent for drawing. I took down this interesting piece at the childcare centre near my house. So Singapore is actually a Zionist state in disguise? LOL. And also, since when Singapore has only 3 major races? Let's see... as shown in the picture above, I assume we have a chinese? a caucasian (or was it an eurasian? or was it a chinese lady wearing a cheongsam but dyed her hair golden brown? Arrrggghhh... *tears hair out*) and a, I can confirm this... malay. ちょっとまって, where's our thumbi, brudda??!

To eat is bliss?!

Mum was in hospital for the past couple of days. She had to undergo a minor op to have some gall stones removed from her livers. Seems to me like she has to go to the hospital every 2~3 years to perform such surgeries. It has got to do with the stuffs she eats definitely, being a foodie and may I say this, the crap she likes to nibble on at times. As her son, I have to constantly remind the old folks of the need to eat healthy, given the condition they're carrying. But they always wave it off with a nonchalant "aiyah" and then give you the dirty look if you snatch their food away. And when it's obvious something's wrong and they need to see the doc, they will again deny nothing's wrong and everything will heal by themselves. The same way some people think things will just happen when they pray to their God up above. Pure bullshit. Like that might as well stay at home and enjoy life while praying to Le God, no need to do anything also everything will go your way one.

Don't you just hate these kinda people?! Why won't they listen? What makes of sense and logic? and making people worry for them?

Writer's bloc

The owner of this blog is currently suffering from a serious case of writer's bloc. Therefore, he is unable to produce anything worthy of mention (not that there are any to begin with). Life is pretty mundane for the working class. Taking to the skies for work is not a novelty anymore. In fact, it has gotten pretty stale. Maybe it has got to do with the fact that he is mostly travelling to Malaysia. He needs to have more customers in the region, in places like Vietnam, Philippines, China... etc. He is also looking forward to visiting existing customers more often in exotic places like India and South Africa in the near future. Things are looking up in the business scene, hope he can show some results soon!

Down like a sick puppy

I haven't been sick for a long time now and it sure didn't felt good when I got struck down with the common flu. I woke up on friday morning to find myself running a fever and a body aching and weighing like a ton of bricks. It was not helped by the fact that I was out drinking the night before with customers, even though by then I was already having a running nose.

I had to see the doc, the thermometer showed 37.5 degrees celsius and I was diagnosed as having the common flu. Man, it really felt like shit when you're down with sickness. You can't do anything except eat, sleep and laze around while recuperating. So after I called in sick with my MC, I spent the rest of the day fiddling around with my newly acquired iPOD. Actually, I felt much much better today. The fever's subsided, I don't feel cold and I could say 70% back to the pink of health. I really wanted to play soccer tomorrow and maybe blade if I still had the energy. Let's see how things go then...

Gentings company trip 2006! GOL ESPANA!

The victorious team ESPANA!

I had a company trip to Genting Highlands last weekend. It was good. Man... too good in fact.

We left for Gentings from golden mile complex at around 06:45am, had a stop at Yong Peng R&R to eat something before we continued on the long journey up north. So we finally reached our destination at about 2pm. The nice cooling weather (about 24 degrees celsius) was a welcome respite from the stifling heat in KL below.

We checked into the First World Hotel, which looks remotely like its namesake suggests. Nothing looks first world in the room, maybe except the way the bed sheets are being tidied. Haha.

High up above the clouds...

There was nothing much I could do there, besides walking around and having some time to relac. Firstly, I don't like to gamble (except singaporepools occasionally), so the casino is outta question for me. So naturally it was shopping and trying out some of the stuffs they have there.

Me at my radiant best! haha...

Rock, or rather wall climbing was fun. I attempted it with one of my Japanese boss, whom I climbed slightly higher than. For your information, the wall was like 3 to 4 storeys high. I managed to climb to the 3/4 point before misplacing a grip and falling off. The moment of freefall was quite scary but once the assistant below manages to secure the rope, its not a problem at all.

I also came to realise I don't really like bowling that much. Besides getting my fingers sore, I also got whoopped by my boss who began hitting spares and strikes in the 2nd game. And I thought he was trash at first! Haha.

Yes, the highlight of the trip has got to be the Dinner and Dance on saturday night. The theme of the night was Soccer Fever (Its the world cup leh... duh!) and each of us were grouped into 8 different teams. I was in the Spain group and through a series of Q&A and activities, our team emerged the overall winner! And we would split the $500 NTUC vouchers among ourselves. That's not all. I actually won 2 prizes in the lucky draw! The big catch has got to be the iPOD worth about $500++ plus a $200 Takashimaya shopping voucher! I was shocked to hear my name being called to receive the prize but I was even more shocked to learn that I had won another $75 shopping voucher from Robinson's as well!!

Now I'm like damn bleedy famous in my company already. No, it was not because of my yandao-ness, but rather the fact that I had won twice in the same lucky draw. Even people from the ulu production department whom I had never even met before knew who I am! People always cast an envy eye on my iPOD and I can't help but feel smug about it. Hohoho...

After the dinner, we adjourned for more (what else could you expect) alcohol in one of the Japanese manager's room. There was like 11 friggin' bottles of red wine and an equal number of people in the room! Go do your maths, its crazy shit man. But luckily we played some silly game and some people concussed after downing too much.

Anyways I don't wanna talk much, I shall let my iPOD do the talking... *slurppp*


And what should I do with the $275 worth of vouchers? Hmmm... tough one... hurhurhur...

Schindler's List

I just finished watching Schindler's List on DVD. A whole 3 hr and 10 min to be exact, and what a fcuking good movie it was. Pardon my coarse language will you? It really was that good.

I was like 13 years too late. This movie was made in 1993, and I haven't had the chance to catch it until today. Can't blame me though, wasn't much of a movie junkie back then. And besides, I was only 12 years old! and in primary school!

There's something I also wanna admit. My eyes actually welled up and I think a few stray tears rolled down my eyes as I struggled to hold them back. It was towards the part where the Jews on Schindler's list came forward to pay their respects at his grave. Even though they were silent and respectful, their eyes beg to express much more, each person with their own story to tell on how the man has impacted their lives and given them a chance to live. Particularly moving was also how Oskar (Schindler) himself lamented that he could save a few more Jewish lives if he had sold off his materialistic possessions, right down to his gold Nazi pin on his suit.

How many of us are actually that selfless in today's society? I think most of us take things for granted too easily and didn't even have the basic courteosy to say a word of thanks for the most mundane of things done. Like in my office building, I always hold the lift for people if I happen to be standing near the buttons. When the lift door opens, I would stand there looking for a response and people would just walk past me without even saying a word of thanks! Save for that few, but mainly they're foreigners loh. Local Singaporeans don't give a rat's ass, really. But nonetheless, I'll still continue holding the door, cos' the few who acknowledged me make my day.

ROAD TRIP JB

I had to go to JB to meet a customer today. So I had to get up early to drive all the way down to Senai airport to pick up my local trader as I don't know the way around. It was quite all right, having to drive alone to JB by yourself, but the day didn't started that well though.

First, I sat on the toilet bowl reading the papers for 10 minutes too long. And when I finally got on the road, I realised I had taken the wrong expressway. Instead of ECP-AYE which you lead you straight to Tuas 2nd Link, I had taken the PIE. And it was a good drive till after Clementi before I finally realised that. Damn! But neh mind, still got time, cos' I got plan beforehand. So as I drive patiently looking for an exit, TADA! an exit that leads to AYE miraculously appeared in front of me, I gingerly filtered into the lane, heaved a sigh of relief and continued on my journey.

Second was as I near the 2nd link, I suddenly realised... I have less than 3/4 of fuel tank left! OMFGWTFBBQ! It was not helped by huge signboards that scream "OFFENDERS FINE $500!". I had to turn out, parked my car, and asked around for directions to the nearest petrol station. I ran up to a stranger and she gave me directions which sounded like very straightforward. But as I was driving upon her instructions, nothing comes remotely close! I turned left, right and searched high and low. Before I knew it, I was back on the AYE... on the opposite direction. Shucks. Hong kan liao. Just where is the bloody petrol station when I needed it?! So I had to drive quite a distance to know of the only one thats along the way.

Ehh... actually I type all these, I read I feel quite boring also... hahaha...

Anyway cut story short is I got there on time in the end lah. But along the way, is encountered boliao things like some flying insect (I think was dragonfly) splattered all over your windscreen at 130km/h. And how could I forget the roadkills! So interesting! I saw a dead dog, cat, some furry racoon like creature and lagi best, a monkey!!! All of them rolled over with tire marks (was that a pirelli or michelin?) and intrails all splattered in all their glory! Awesome... hahaha...

Ok, thats about it. I've been sleeping like 5 hrs since the last weekends. I badly need a good night's sleep today while I can.

Another pair of shoes nicked!

OMFG!!! The shoe thief has struck again, IN BROAD DAY LIGHT SOMEMORE!!!

Lagi best... this time come my house at around 5pm in the evening where everyone can see his low-life scumbag face. Now, if my mum was a portrait artist, it would have been perfect...

According to her, she was watching TV on the sofa when she saw a slim malay guy (i'm not a racist & i must not stereotype, i'm not a racist & i must not stereotype ... ... X infinity), most probably in his late 20s squatting down along the corridor (From her position, she can see the entrance of the house, thus explains why you might ask how she manage to see the corridor sitting down). As soon as she realises what he is about to do, my mum shouted at that piece of shit and that douchehead was still smart enough to grab the pair of new balance shoes I bought for my mum on her daily morning jogs and subsequently bolted off after that.

Let me see... this is the 4th pair in 3 years the fcuking thief has nicked. But as far as I can remember, this is like the 2nd pair in less than a year. This has made me, quite simply put, dulan to the max. Because everytime the thief steals the pair of shoes (always my mum's! don't know why also... weird), I would buy her another one from the emart to replace the stolen ones. I still cannot bloody understand, why would anyone wanna steal someone else's used shoes??? And this sonofab!tch thief keeps coming back over and over and over again to steal from my place!!!! Is he plain stupid, or is he just bold??? Then like that I should really go and install a security camera yeah?!

And everytime I come home late at night, maybe 2~3am, I always half expected to see that fcuker doing his deed, I would then seriously wanna hantam him before I call in constable A-Cai to put him behind bars!

Now is poh mata (call police) also no use. Police just say ok, we step up patrol in the area. Yes, actually they is maybe tak ka la chia (bicycle) cycle around my neighbourhood, whistling fwah-lalala for one or two weeks, then retreat to their air-con NPCC relac and lim kopi... hahaha... not much they can do anyway I think, not as if they are catching some high profile murder suspect on the loose.

Anyway I will decreed now that in my house, all shoes, except slippers and sandals, are to be placed inside at all times. Failing which... if kenna stolen again, is your own pasa (business). Or maybe I will install invisible red laser beam sensors you see in movies like MI:3. Any trespassers will then be fried crispy like KFC from the massive electric current coming from the ground below.

TNP Big Walk 2006

Man, this is hilarious...

Falungong walks with our Mr. Popular Doong Shiwen! (foreground). They had like a mini procession of sorts, beating on their drums and blaring cheenapok music. Best of all, they had obasans dressed up like the moon fairy Chang-Er carrying flower baskets walking the entire stretch! R-E-S-P-E-C-T!

Anyways Big Walk sucks. Complete waste of time. I would rather run than walk 10km cos' its goddamn slow! And I had to do it on a Sunday morning when I could be playing soccer instead! Speaking of which, I've missed like 2 weeks of soccer already... I must kick a ball next weekend!!! I don't care!!!

Hidden dangers of living in a HDB flat

This has been happening for quite a while now.

I would walk past this particular area on the way to my bike and there always seem to be a few syringes lying around dangerously, as if waiting for an accident to happen. God knows whether they've been used or not. Or worse still, tainted with HIV virus.

Either someone is playing pranks or chances are, I have druggies living in my block; giving themselves shot after shot and getting high on drugs.

In any case, I've submitted an online feedback form to Aljunied Town Council to ask them to investigate into the above said matter and their followup has been more than satisfactory, given the fast response. Hmmm... call me a sceptic but I'd like to think they are too free, and I've just given them a task to get down and busy with.

Most would say... serve thy people well, and thou shall be rewarded with their vote of confidence. Sometimes, things don't always work that way. Heh.

Don't you just love this?

Last year it was the Champions League, this year it was the FA Cup final... Man, Liverpool's almost making it their habit to win games in such a heartstopping manner...

Here are some of the clips which I preened off youtube.

I can't help but laugh my ass off at Reina... This guy needs to go to English classes more often...



Interview with Stevie G



Highlights of the game



Cup Champions again! Hurrah!!!

The seeds have been sown...

That night as I watch intently before the TV, I sensed that the incumbent in my GRC was there for the taking, and Sylvia and her merry men would be the party poopers for PAP. But when the results were being announced, I felt so lost. The worker's party had lost by a close margin, by far the best result in the elections and thus enabling them to nominate a NCMP from their ranks. To me, quite useless lah, no vetoing power one the position. Its like putting you there just to let you make some noise only.

But hopefully it will serve as a platform for Sylvia to earn some valuable experience and mount a serious assault in the next GE. And how many times must I say that we need people like her to speak out against some of the dubious decisions made by the government? To make matters worse, my sister was gloating at me after the PAP win and at that moment, I seriously wanted to attempt a roundhouse kick on her.

This GE was the first time I had really taken an active interest in politics. It has made me realise that politics is a dirty game. There can only be one victor, and the vanquished are sometimes crushed so badly that they can't even stand up straight. Talking about freedom of speech, the ban on political podcasts on the web, and the seemingly lopsided views our newspapers (including the trusted "Straits Times") stood by. It has come to an extent that you can't help but doubt the credibility of the news article you are reading. Yes, however I will still continue to read my Straits times subscription on my toilet bowl every morning without fail. But the saving grace is thanks to independent blogs like SGRALLY and ELECTIONRALLY, citizen reporting from the field has brought a balance of what is reality in our heartlands - So that you are in a better position to pass a judgement on the political landscape in Singapore.

Remember, YOU have a choice.

GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH!!!

I went for my first ever rally a few days back. The opposition's of course. The Worker's party to be exact. It says a lot when I actually bothered to ride my bike all the way after work to Ang Mo Kio to hear them speak. Did I mention that on the way up along the dastardly jammed CTE, in Zhang Ziyi speak: "Traffic was a killa..."? and Bob Du, my friend who puked for 3 consecutive days non-stop after consuming a few morsels of KFC fried chicken, almost nearly wetted his underpants while I was manuevring past small crevices between cars?

Anyway, I digress too much. Back to the General Elections, I had the chance to vote for the very first time after witnessing a walkover in my GRC in the previous GE due to someone not filling up some damn form. I was not about to let slip the chance to hear from the other side of the fence, despite not knowing some of their credentials and the ability to deliver on what they promise.

So many times, we deride opposition parties because of this one reason - simply because they are not good enough. How have we come to that conclusion? How DID we come to that conclusion? Did we even give them a chance - one chance to prove their worth? No, we didn't! Why did we think that way? Have we been socially engineered to believe that you either make it or you don't? And that there is no second chance at all in studies or at work? If you are not even given the chance, how then do you make things happen? Success and failure is nothing but a thin line, determined by that one chance to make it happen - how sad it is.

Truth be told, no one can really determine how effective the opposition is until they are given the chance to deliver in parliament and in managing their respective GRCs. It is something like a vicious cycle, and there is no better time to give the opposition the chance than now. If we keep saying that the opposition are not good enough, then when will they ever be good enough??! People tend to measure the level of effectiveness through the tangible things they do, but if the opposition can only do so much as to give rousing speeches at rallies, then I'm afraid the political environment in Singapore is doomed to deteriorate into an endless abyss.

I can only say so much as words. I would have liked to attend more rallies if I can. When words can strike a rapport with you and subsequently the crowd, the feeling is akin to seeing Singapore win... I mean be present in the World Cup. Apathetic and politically indifferent Singaporeans should attend at least one rally and experience for themselves. Nevermind the crowd, the soggy pitch and aching knee joints from standing 3 hours at one shot, it is well worth it I tell you.

Remember, YOU have a CHOICE...

BANDWAGON-ERS!!!

Went to shop for a pair of soccer boots today.

Chink egg can't get himself a decent pair just because the world cup is just around the corner. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find a pair that has his size. I seriously believe almost all singapore males have recently bought a pair of soccer boots. Yes, from young skinny pimply teenagers to fat uncles with bulging beer bellies, everyone somehow just wants to get into the mood and I bet most can't kick for nuts, and the last time they ever kicked a ball was light years ago. So that explains why chink egg has to leave the place with hands empty and very disappointed, because the whole of singapore wants to be ronaldinho... IN THEIR DREAMS!!! hahaha...

And at this store, some guy was trying on an Arsenal shirt. WOO~ bloody bandwagoner. Oh yeah, did I mention Arsenal just reached the Champion's League final? Sheesh. So if you have been eyeing the shirt for quite some time, better grab them fast while you can! And as I'm typing this, Chelsea just thrashed Man Utd 3-0 to retain their position as reigning champions. You know which shirt is gonna fly off the shelf next...

Sillyporeans, such a fickle lot. LOL.

NANI KORE?!

Reason no.1,607,289 why I hate my sister.

A closer look... Ewwww...

Sighhh... *shakes head*
Tell me honestly, you all see this you won't pek chek meh???
So dirty and untidy right?!
Lazy and bochup is an understatement!!!

Got nothing better to do lah!

Actually I added a new link on the right hand side column, together with the new poll I created out of boredom. So far only 1 vote, I think either no one bothered or never noticed in the first place. Well, now's your chance to insult me for the years of hatred I inflicted on you guys with my rubbish! Vote NOW! In the spirit of the upcoming General Elections 2006! Even though we all know what the outcome is, still must vote to reinforce that very fact!!! Just like this poll! MUAHAHAHA...

Actually hor, more importantly is publicize the new (well, not exactly new...) blog a few of us have created. Us, the crazy gang (not to be confused with Vinnie Jones and gang at Wimbledon FC) have grand aspirations to start an amateur film that will leave Eric Khoo eating our dust. Yes, we will aim to kick the incumbent director who claims the throne to local film industry, besides Jack Neo and his everydayman movies of course. Somebody say "Boring" please? *Yawwnzz*

We firmly believe we are one helluva funny bunch of people who have unexplored immense talent for acting - the stephen chow way. And we intend to take full advantage of our god given talent to create a masterpiece(s) that will blow the lid off Eric Khoo's roof! With the endless stream of silly antics from our fellow gang members: James "Bad english" Koh, and Doong "The family man" Shiwen... We are fcuken sure to make this an absolute hit with the man on the street! But chances may be that we are the only ones who will laughing at ourselves.

Besides that, I think our main focus will be to do a parody of the lives of ordinary sillyporeans like U and ME, and on issues that grapple with their not-so-happening lives by injecting kickass whambamwaddalalasham toilet humour that promises to spice up your boring life just by just watching our short films!

The project will be expected to hit periods of hot and cold, and no one is sure that we will eventually make it into a reality. But when it does, we will be more than willing to show the world!

Monetary donations or loans for filming equipments will be much appreciated in support of the "I Hate Luncheon Meat fund". Why that name? Cos' Glenn Ong once called Eric Khoo a piece of luncheon meat on the class 95 morning show and I laughed like a man possessed.

Readers, you have been warned!

Wacky Sunday Soccer

The sky didn't look alright to me when I woke up. It looked like its gonna open up, but thank god, it didn't. I couldn't stand another week without kicking a ball.

As usual, I brushed my teeth and shitted while reading the papers. When its all done, I put on my contact lenses and went off to pick the monkey up from his place. That idiot was still shitting when I reached his place, and apparently he hasn't shitted enough when he came down to meet me. So we arrived at our usual haunt with him looking for a place to relieve himself.

The monkey boy looked as if he's gonna go any minute now. He scrambled to the provision shop located 5 minute's walk away, and came back looking very agitated and desperate now. No such luck, not as good as the other provision shop uncle who kindly let us use his toilet to relieve ourselves. In return, we always buy drinks from him... fair trade loh. Want our business must let us do our "business" mah. Hahahaha.

Then someone suggested that the monkey boy, who was looking paler by the second to go to the little forest hideaway just up ahead. Even though there wasn't much cover, not many people would walk past this place, and at least it was better than nothing. He had to go and I could sense the desperation and cold sweats breaking all over his face. I thought that fella was only joking to James when he said that, but James himself would do the unthinkable and pull off the daring act of shitting in the public, potentially baring his ass and mooning the cars and motorbikes that zip past TPE that was located just beside this tiny forest hideaway. If I was a driver who happened to drive by and noticed someone shitting beside the expressway, I would have laughed my guts out and lose control of my vehicle. Man, that would be hella funny to watch.

Actually, we wanted to catch this little monkey in the act. Armed with our handphone cameras, a few of us flanked our target and before we could do anything, he had already pulled his pants up and covered his monkey shit with tissue papers and dead leaves. He was lightning fast, swift and decisive. Like a trained assassin, he did what he set out to do and left no trace behind (maybe the lingering smell of someone's poo). ALAS! Wasted sia!!!

But still, we laughed like hyenas and I think the peaceful sunday morning laze of some people living nearby were greatly disturbed by us. Oh, and I didn't dare touch the monkey's smelly hands afterwards, neither did others. He stinked!!!

Next up was Doong. This guy had just bought a new Samsung handphone and was constantly showing off his new toy. Haolian kia man. But me and Bob laughed like crazy horses when Black Eye Peas' song "Ma hump ma hump, ma hump ma hump maaa humppp!" blared loudly as the ringtone. Why we laugh? Good question. It is because it was totally unexpected coming from the boring and family man that was Doong the man. For someone who used to wear baby tees and dragon ball t-shirts in disastrously fashionable colors, it was damn farnie like mad. If I were to use an analogy, it would be like Saddam Hussein wearing oversize Adidas suits, complete with bling blings and dancing to hip hop music. You get it?! Hahaha...

Damn, what a wacky sunday it was...

Champions League Finals 2005

Still gives me goosebumps everytime I see this clip.
It has got to be the most amazing game ever, not to mention the mother of all comebacks. When a game like this is being played with such passion and conviction, it can reduce a grown up to a nervous wreck, like me back then when I was watching the game.

"You don't come all the way only to fall at the last hurdle." That was what I believe in, and that was what the Liverpool team thought too after being 3-0 down at half time. While lesser teams would have just caved in psychologically, Liverpool didn't. To me, that was the hallmark of a true winner.

It is my dream to be able to embark on a pilgrimage to the holy land in Anfield. To be able to touch and feel the turf grass which my heroes toil on throughout the years, and to soak up the fervour that engulfs the stadium, singing the theme song "You'll never walk alone" with fellow Kopites. Man, that would be plain awesome.

When will that day come soon enough for me... ...

The weekend gone by...

Now I know why they hired me for this job... because I look like a Japanese?!!!

What.the.fark? LOL.

Skipped soccer today to go for the qing ming festival. It has been 2 years since I last went to pay my respects to my ancestors, so I think it was high time. This time I was the appointed driver because my auntie say she not very zai with the congested road situation there. Well, she's definitely got the right guy in me! but damn! I cannot sleep in the car like previous years liao.

Anyway, we were supposed to get up around 4+ but ended up setting off only at around 6 becos of the downpour. The sun was already beating down on us when we reached the cemetery but the cool breeze whistling by continuously provided much relief. After we're done touching up the tombstones and laying out offerings to my great grandfather and great grandma, we proceed to the kwong meng san columbarium next to visit my grandfather and an auntie of mine.

Walking down the aisles and the rows of altars for the dead, I can't help but notice the faces and how some of them died so young while in their prime. I also bumped into the altar for the little girl that was thrown down by the ex-air stewardess, and the unfortunate female navy personnel which perished in a collision and whose body was never found.

Ah, how fragile life can be... ...

Fascinating India!

Took me quite a while to update since I came back from India. But well, here it is anyway. Better late than never. Hurhurhur.

To the peeps who think I will smell like an Indian after I came back, you're friggin' racist can?! Hahaha. Yeah, if I were an Indian, I would be very pissed to hear that. But I don't think I smell funny lah *smells my armpit*. My conclusion is that only southern Indians might smell funny because of the coconut oil they put, but the places I went to are located in northern India (Mumbai and New Delhi). Ok, shall stop discussing about this lest ISD people come catch me for disrupting social harmony. Hehe.

So it was fascinating India all right. Quite a change from the tall buildings and the gleaming skyscrapers you associate with modern cities. There are just a few of those around, and mainly littered shanty towns and slums; some made out of cardboxes and zinc sheets. One can see both the rich and poor live side by side, with scant recognition of the other while going about their daily lives. Street vendors will peddle their wares whenever your car stops before the traffic junction. Sometimes, the odd beggar women with her child in tow will knock on your car window asking for some spare cash. So it is important that you keep your car doors locked in India at all times, partly also to prevent robbery.

The streets are almost never empty, and the roads are bumpy and full of potholes. Driving on the streets of mumbai and delhi is quite a challenge indeed. More so when people there use the bloody horn like nobody's business. Interesting also is that some vehicles (mainly buses) have the sign painted on the back asking them to "Please horn OK".

Oh, there are also plenty of motorcycles there. Mainly models you most probably won't find anywhere else, only exclusive to the Indian market. Honda has quite a presence with its range of Unicorn, Legend and Hero models, and the rest is made up of Yamahas, the cool looking Bajajs and a few of the Royal Enfield classics. But however cool my bike is, I won't even consider riding there, not unless I insure myself with all the insurance companies I can find there. Hahaha.

But among the chaos is the beauty of it all. Being messy still looks good in a sort of way. It was an eye opener and when I describe India as fascinating, I mean it in every sense of the word. There are quite a number of historic landmarks and monuments left behind by ancient dynasties in India, as well as by its colonial masters - the british. I believe there are plenty more which I haven't seen, particularly mother nature in India, which I'm sure can rival any place in the world. The Himalayas being one of them.

I would recommend people going to India at least once in their lifetime, however bad an impression you might have of India being that hot and sweaty place swarming with bad smelling people. It is not that bad actually, not even anything close to your preconceived ideas of India. The weather in Delhi was actually quite cooling with a constant breeze blowing in your hair.

For sure, I will be back again.

Survivor: India

The owner of this blog is going on a 4 day spiritual journey to India.

During this period, all forms of personal communication will be cut off, and the owner will be uncontactable by any means. However, if you insist on talking to him, you will have to travel to the steep chasms off the Khasgar pass where you may just have the chance to catch him meditating in a remote cave near the Hindu Kush mountains... ...

I was joking of cos!!! (-_-")

Ready or not, here I come India!!!

When the going gets tough... get tougher!!!

The past week was pretty hectic. Finally, I felt useful for once. This coming after weeks of quite relaxing working life, including the frequent travels overseas where I had to jot down information and make own notes of how to go about doing things in our line of business.

There is much to learn, beyond the polycarbonates, polyacetals and the polyphenylene ethers that the world of plastics has to offer. A sales job is essentially a crucial job. As my colleague mentioned, we are the window person for our company - transmitting the vital information to the rest of the organization to follow up on the particular issue. Also, we are providing a service. And that very fact means we are literally at the beck and call of our customers. Which also means we will take the shit that gets smeared on our face, then go back and complain that it stinks. Hahahaha.

Like what happened last week when this unreasonable bugger tries to make life difficult for you, you must put on your best, smile and reason your way through. He's gonna get tired of all the ranting and see what's the next best alternative for both parties anyway.

So there you go, my very first meeting with a customer one-on-one with my trader who tried to help but wasn't really helpful there. Aiighht.

O' FATE! HOW YOU LIKE TO TEASE ME!!!

I was at Scotts Isetan shopping at some stupid "private" sale for members only. Not to mention, it was a sucky experience. There was a mountain of people, and ugly singaporeans they are. They are the reason why I don't like to go to such sales. That's because it is where they bring out the worst in some people. All that for just a few dollars saved or that elusive dress at that particular size. WTF. I would rather pay the original price just to shop with less people and more breathing space.

I was expecting to get a samsonite bag there for my frequent travels overseas. But all the good stuffs have already been snapped up lah, as usual. Its all priscillia's (my good elder half sister, not the fat and evil one) fault lah, ask me go shopping. Anyway let's call her pris from now on, if not everytime have to type so many words, lechey lah. So I ended up buying something else instead. A Braun Buffel passport holder, going at 25% off the usual price. Quite an impulse buy, I must say. But I needed one anyway, though it cost quite a lot compared to cheap leather holders you can get at bugis village.

Thought that my sucky day would make me tens of dollars poorer due to the previous buy, but nothing would make me more happy than to meet my crush at the bus stop outside Lucky Plaza!She's the girl who takes the 8:30am bus no. 60 to eunos interchange with me on some days! What a coincidence man, fate really likes to tease me, ain't it?

At that moment, a thousand million brilliant plans began to hatch from my imaginative mind on how to make her notice me. But... sad to say, I can't carry them out even when I myself felt that the plans were foolproof. It is because there is something I can't control - The east wind. As what 诸葛亮 would say:＂万事具备，只欠东风＂I can't conjure the wind out of nothing. The bus was too empty at that point in time for me to carry my plans out.

With the fire doused, I settled onto a nearby seat before admiring her sweet, girl-next-door look from afar. Perfect... heaven sent... Ok time to wake up kiat! You lack guts, you lack deescherpleen! You lack balls!

As the bus starts to fill up, another evil plan starts to hatch again. Again, I am amazed by how creative I can get. We would get off at the same stop together, and I would get up first, walk down the aisle but stop where she is to say: "After you..." in the manliest voice possible! Then she will smile at me in the sweetest way possible and say: "Thank you..." Wahahaha!!! STEADY POM PEE PEE LAH!!!

Again, when it was time to do the deed, she got up damn early before the bus stop and walked off already, not even giving me time to prepare. SIANNNZZZZzzz... (-___-")

That is LIFE man. Some people have it good, some people have it bad. Just ask my friend Doong, whom I suspect is Tua Peh Kong's reincarnation on earth. Anyway, she's most probably engaged lah, going by the ring on her 无名 finger. So stop your stupid fantasies kiat! hahaha!!!

Bruce Lee's kungfu fighting!

There is a reason why Bruce Lee can be so cocky. That is because he was the best there is, and the best there ever will be... but that doesn't give him the right to trash talk like nobody's business! Hahaha. To that, I'm pretty sure "The Rock" must have taken a cue from the legendary fighter himself.

The black beauty that is Super 4 Bol'dor!

Finally took delivery of my bike on last saturday. Didn't have a chance to put up the pics cos' was busy lah...

But one word. Shiok. The engine sound was totally orgasmic, compared to the "ra-ta-ta" of my phantom.

Super 4 Bol'dor rocks the socks off me!

Presenting to you the black beauty...



Chio right??? (Say yes please)

OASIS IN THE FLESH

Listening to OASIS live in a rock concert is very much different from hearing them on the CD player. My first rock concert at the Singapore Indoor stadium was quite an experience, albeit a short one. It was only like friggin' one and a half hours worth of songs from the band I used to listen to back in the 90s during secondary school.

I had dressed up like a 16yr old, and I certainly felt like one, especially with the exhilaration of going to my first concert ever. Trucker cap, black tee and my levi's engineered jeans. Hahaha, actually look more like a mud eh? I was expecting wild and crazy things to happen in a rock concert, things like wild screaming and body surfing - commonplace in concerts held in angmoh countries. It did happen here though, to the feverish crowd in the mosh pit right at the front. And when I attempted to bodysurf, apparently no one in the crowd was game enough. LOL. Nah, I was kidding. I think they would siam first when my body comes a-surfing their way. Hehehe.

Oasis weren't that enthusiastic that night. Perhaps the crowd wasn't really that worked up compared to those in angmoh countries. And I think they certainly weren't that fazed by the mediocre crowd turnout here as they are used to playing in front of tens of thousands back home. It also didn't help Liam was his usual arrogant bo-chup self. But it screams attitude lah, my teenage idol k? haha.

So it was a consolation that they played what were arguably their best songs: Wonderwall, Champagne supernova and Don't look back in anger, or else I would have felt pissed off, given the short duration of the concert. I repeat, crowd pleasers songs are a MUST, even though they have played the songs to death.

Have a nice weekend ahead.

I'm quarter of a century old!

Yesterday was limpeh's 25th birthday. Yes, its a milestone worth mentioning. The fat boy has finally turned quarter of a century old. Time indeed flies very fast neh. Looking back on the year past by, it was a watershed period in my life in some ways. Most notably is finally graduating from the school of hard knocks, and straight into the cauldron of the realities of life.

Anyways limpeh would like to thank the many people who have crossed my path. While I enjoyed good times with most people, a few left a sour aftertaste. Nonetheless, both played a part in enriching my experience on the journey of life. Respect.

To the peeps who remembered my birthday yesterday (you know who you are), asked me out and sent limpeh well wishes from sms-es to cards and presents, thanks a lot. I really appreciate that, even though I didn't show it openly cos limpeh is a MAN whose tears and emotions doesn't bounce easily (chinese translation). MUAHAHA... don't wanna list out names here in case people say I prejudiced or biased. Hehe... but if you wish your name to appear on my *ahem* popular blog, please do kindly drop a note and I will see to it that it will be done. =)

On another note, I finally transferred my beloved pwantom gina to this swimming coach by the name of Henry. Nice guy and all, was glad it didn't fell into the hands of anyone else. Hahaha. No more phantom at my carpark whenever I cast my eyes out of the window. But soon, a new bike will take its place. Hehehe... Oh goody goody... *rubs hands in glee*

Bol'dor! I adore!!!

So it has finally been decided. I've chosen the Honda Super 4 CB400 Bol'dor half-fairing bike because naked bikes just doesn't have that kinda look I want.

The service was friendly, the price was fantastic and everything was going good... until it happened. I originally wanted the retro red, white, blue and had inquired about it prior to going down. They said they will check for me and when I called them again to confirm the availability of that particular color scheme. They said yes, have stock. So I went down to the store, asked them for the final time that they confirm have stock before I put pen to paper. Yes, they said. I was elated to be finally able to get the bike I wanted.

The next day, I had a call from them. They told me now suddenly don't have the color scheme I wanted. I was like: "WTF?!" If don't have why promise me in the first place??! I could've considered buying from elsewhere or other models!! But that possibility was diminished because they said I could take back my deposit if I wanted to. I would want to believe it is a genuine mistake on their part, miscommunication most probably. But I will be sure to question them when I personally go down to collect my bike.

So yeah, I got the black one with gold rim in the end. They had the silver one, I didn't choose that cos' I thought it was damn ugly. Oh well, maybe I will grow to like it because black didn't appeal to me back then even though I have lotsa black T-shirts in my wardrode. Hehe. Different thing lah, this is bike what. I wear black T-shirts cos' got slimming effect on me what... bike doesn't. In fact, the bulkier the bike, the more chio and manly it is what. See the logic?

Should be taking delivery of my bike next week but then got KL business trip 21st - 23rd feb coming up. I will only be back in SG for the Oasis concert on 23rd evening, which then I will have to rush to the Singapore indoor stadium before it starts at 8pm.

SQUARE OFF!!!

It's down to the wire...

Mr. Whitey vs Bol'dor!

What will be my choice then?? Even I myself don't know leh... *pffttt*

Anyway, my dear phantom has found a buyer. I don't just sell to any tom, dick or harry one hor. I want it to be in good and safe hands. Call me picky, ngiao or what, but that's just me. I just want my bike to be well taken care of.

Muahahaha, machiam my bike like some living thing like that. Aiyah then again, is cos' no one to sayang what, so only can sayang my bike for now...

Beauties galore!

Oh man, I'm in a real dilemma over which bike to buy...

Honda CB400 super 4 normal version?



Or the rather unique Honda CB400 super 4 bol'dor?



or the all new Suzuki GSR400??!



There's a poll created just under my profile box, please do drop a vote for fun cos' I'm curious as to what the rest of you might vote for even though it would not influence my eventual decision in any way... hahahaha!

Seasons in the wind

"Goodbye to you my trusted bike
We've known each other since September 2004
Together we've sped around corners and bends
Learnt of thrill and solitude
Skinned our work and skinned our troubles

Goodbye my bike it's hard to die
When I have passed my Class 2A
Now that SPEC III is beckoning me
Pretty bikes are everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there

We had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the wind
But the corners that we've sped were
just seasons in the wind... ..."

Memories of my phantom TA150 will live on forever... Spirit of the Phoenix!!!









Thanks for the memories...

Now... BRING ON THE TORQUE!!!

Happy CNY!!!

Same old boring chinese new year. Didn't even bothered to grab new clothes until the eve. Faced with the super turned off thought of jostling with people shopping, I was thinking: "Aiyah want new clothes right? at least one piece new can already loh... then I already bought new underwear what, can liao lah like that..."

Someone slap me please? Hahaha...

Anyway I still went ahead and bought a bright orange nike tee shirt which I figured would make my ah ma very happy. Hehehe. But horror of horrors, who would imagine such a way to start the new year - by getting a summon for parking on grass verge beside TM!!! OMG! I think it would set me back by $70 before I even collected the first ang pow for this year! Kaozzz... sian halfzzz... But nevermind, I already got the perfect excuse in mind since I decided to appeal against it. Hahaha, duNcH sHaReZz wIf eUu LeHhz!

I made quite a killing over gambling bouts with my cousins. Was forced to be the banker since I was earning my own money already. I didn't grumble of course, new year one time nia let everyone happy loh. But I keep getting 21s and ban luck leh, now they not happy all their money come into my pocket. How? not my fault I lucky what... hahaha.

Then my auntie say this year those born in year of rooster very lucky. It certainly seemed that way to me eh? Let's hope the lucky streak continues throughout the year...

Have a Happy Chinese new year you stalkers out there... hahaha...

My sister the b!tch...

I really felt like strangling my sister at times, sometimes maybe even more than strangle.

For someone who has already started earning her own income more than a year ago, I've yet to see her spend her own money to treat the family for a nice dinner, except for that rare once or twice with mum and dad only.

I'm not so calculative as to remember how many times has she actually treated the family to a meal, but as a sensible and mature adult, being part of the family unit has its fair share of responsibility. Apparently, she fails or refuses to recognize that fact.

For starters, she never pays any of her personal bills except her own handphone bills, which is like free money to singtel because hardly anyone calls her at all!!!? Still she insists on buying new fancy models whenever they come out. May I honestly ask: "For fuck?"

Its really ok with me if she uses her own money to buy, but what-the-hell she actually still has the cheek to ask my parents to sponsor a part of it?! And the fact that she still asks money from my parents every now and then makes my blood boil, despite giving them family allowances. That means, she give some, then she take back some. Most of the time, she stashes her money away in her own private account which I suspect can rival the sultan of Brunei's soon. In the end, I ask myself, give for fuck??! might as well don't give lah!!! nia hia!!

Anyway back to today's story, we just had a reunion dinner with my sis as per previous years, before she goes back to malaysia for chinese new year. So my good-for-nothing sister as usual buay paiseh don't know how to write the word shameless tag along lah. Then as usual, she just eats like the pig she always is and heck care the bill lah. But nehmind, I wasn't expecting her to pay anyway.

So at the end of the dinner when its time to pay the bills, I couldn't resist taking a shot at her. In the end, I didn't see her forking out the money, but I sure felt shiok as hell. It was money worth paying. LOL!

ONE good reason why anyone should take public transport

Someone makes me look forward to boarding the bus every morning. I hope I can bump into her everyday. She looks familiar though, like we meet somewhere before... maybe in our previous life? Cheesy pickup lines are made of these... hahaha...

Backdated X'Mas party 2005 pix

Christmas party at huili's "chalet" in pasir ris. Let not words bore you, pictures shall do the talking... on a night where the animal that was me, finally fell for the first time. I was asking for it... really.

The calm before the storm... where everyone was all smiles and havin' a ball of a time...

Everything changed within a blink of an eye. The knives were out for the slaughter. My nightmare is about to begin...

It's a futile resistance, kiat... for the vultures are circling above you...

Uuuhhh... urrgghhh... Is kenny khoo kah kiat about to puke??! Everyone waits with abated breath at this once-in-a-lifetime moment... For your info, I didn't, though I felt like shit the next day...

Apparently, the guys didn't quite have enough fun, so its back to the drawing board again... Hell bent on killing me, aren't those dirty lil' bastards?!

One... Two... THREE!!! HE'S OUT!!! He's knocked out cold!!!

Perfect moment for a Kodak picture, complete with helmet and windbreaker on unsuspecting victim. So much for having friends who've known you since primary 3... *sigh*