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.