Some Americans CMI…

July 27th, 2007 by lord-of-the-jungle

The Musee d Orsay, one of the most famous museums in Paris. Comparable to the Lourve, it is home to a whole range of fine arts between 1848 and 1914, including the works of renowned artists Monet, Sisley, Van Gogh, Manet, and Whistler…

What I am about to illustrate, may be too shocking for some art enthusiasts to handle…

So prepare yourself….

I saw this black portrait painting which i could not remember exactly its name and artist, but it looked very different in a way, compared to the others…

The painting had three long lines of identical parallel oil stains right in the centre, and also at the bottom right hand corner. Obviously, someone thought it amusing to slide their filthy fingers across a one hundred year old masterpiece….

Nearing the closing time of the museum, we gathered together and shared our experiences. Worse still, my sister’s boyfriend, Franck, told us that he saw this American standing in front of another painting for quite a while. Apparently, the American was about to reach out and touch the painting, but abandoned that foolish idea, when he saw Franck staring down at him with feral bloodshot eyes….

If you think the worst is over, think again….

My sister was appreciating a very famous painting (Mademoiselle Gachet dans son jardin à Auvers-sur-Oise) by Van Gogh, when she noticed an American woman in her twenties. The American was singing some rap along with her music player plugged in her ears. Grooving and dancing along with the rythmn, she moved closer and closer to the Van Gogh painting…

Guess what the American did…

She stood in front of the painting, looked at it for a while, lifted her index finger, and pressed it into one of the orange brush strokes of the painting….

My sister’s jaw dropped like a 15 pound bowling ball…

The American woman then danced off and  disappeared to some corner like nothing ever happened….

It will truly be a shame if she did not get caught by the motion sensors and silent alarms behind the paintings, the hundreds of security cameras, and the numerous guards patrolling around…. =p

It seemed like the Americans like to touch many things and leave a very great impression behind. Just days before, I saw an American family while at the Arc de Triomphe. Sad to say, they were vastly overweight, loud, and they threw litter on the ground. Kind of reminded me of the Simpsons and Family Guy….

Very stereotypical and biased.. Yes, i know….

But, at that moment, standing in the shoes of the French, and watching these American tourists commit such unbelievable and unacceptable actions in this lovely country, I can’t help but mumble the famous phrase. The exact same words which more than half of the world’s population are always saying…

"Stupid Americans"….

I say no to alcohol, it just doesn’t listen….

July 27th, 2007 by lord-of-the-jungle

Ah….

Paris, France….

A place very unique and different from Singapore….

Where the average person does not have to worry constantly about their future….

Where time slows down and allows one to appreciate the little things around him…

Lush foliage, beautiful flower bushes, magnificent architecture and timeless art…..

No anxiety about constantly-extending retirement age, hopeless retirement plans, shrinking CPF funds, extensive medical bills…..

Seems like everyone there is appreciating life to the fullest possible second. Even a simple meal takes at least two hours to finish, with a full range of appetizers, starters, two servings of main course, cheese, and dessert, accompanied by the superb hospitality of the French…

Now, this is what i call Living.

Of course, that would include the freshest fruits, chocolate, pastry, bagette, cheese, and many types of delicately cooked red and white meat…

Not forgetting the inseparable red wine, white wine, champagne, and apple cider, which are guranteed to blend together with every lunch and dinner savoured. It seems that I was downing much more glasses of wine down my throat than normal water. Fluid consumption of my stay in France probably includes 80% alcohol, 20% water…

Now this is the part i enjoy the most… Haha…

Quoting from Dilbert:

I say no to alcohol, it just doesn’t listen…. =p

Showhand…

June 21st, 2007 by lord-of-the-jungle

Tonight is the night…

The night of all nights….

The one night I SHOWHAND by placing the biggest bet I have ever done on a football match in my entire life…

Trust me, the bet is unbelievably HUGE…

If I win, drinks are on me… Huat arh!…

If I lose (Choy!)….

Instant noodles and tap water for three months, and I quit serious betting for good….

Gambling is a really sharp double-edged sword and definitely not for the weak and fainthearted….

It is somewhat like dating…

You finally meet someone special you are really attracted to. The stars are aligned, and the planets and universe are in perfect harmony. You want to pursue your happiness and a possible happily ever after. The risks are always so intimidating, yet, the excitement, the anticipation and great rewards keep on drawing us in, like moths to a burning flame. Except one does not literally lose his entire wallet to soccer betting in the process. Or end up a smouldering heap of mess on the floor. What do you lose when you fail at the initial stages of dating?…

Pride? Face?…

Not important…

When you lose pride and face, you do not lose money…

When you lose money, you will also lose pride and face….

So, if you have a choice…

Always pick dating over gambling…

That reminds me….

Damn I need a girlfriend…. =p

List of Places Visited….

May 31st, 2007 by lord-of-the-jungle

Looking at all the photographs taken during my travels, countless wonderful and precious moments I had spent with family and friends, surfaced in my mind. I remember myself standing waist-deep in snow in Switzerland. Waddling in the sea along the beaches in Hawaii. Punching Tweety Bird in the head at Warner Bros, Gold Coast. Riding a huge horse and chasing sheep in a New Zealand farm. Screaming my head off in Disneyland, Los Angeles. Building a school for those adorable kids in Nepal. Running up and down the Great Wall of China. Eating my first fried smelly tofu in Taiwan. And I realized that much of the best times of my life occurred in many different corners of the world. And so, I felt it best to make a list of the places I had been to in my twenty two years. I have a new mission in life. That is, to accumulate new and jubilant memories and experiences, by growing this list and roaming every corner of our globe before my time is up….

Left my footprints in (not in alphabetical order):

1. Australia (Gold Coast, Sydney, Melbourne, Perth)

2. Austria (Vienna etc., too young to remember)

3. Canada (Toronto)

4. China (Beijing, Guangzhou, Hainan Island)

5. France (Paris)

6. Hong Kong (also too young to remember where)

7. Italy (Rome, Milan, Naples)

7. Japan (Tokyo, Kyoto)

8. Malaysia (Kulai, Johor Bahru)

9. Nepal (Kathmandu, Nagarkot, Chowki Bhangyang, Sankhu)

10. New Zealand (Auckland, Christchurch, Rotorua, Waitomo)

11. Switzerland (Berne, Zurich)

12. Taiwan (Hukou, Taipei)

13. England (London)

14. United States of America (Hawaii, New York, California, Nevada)

Now, I just have to find that special someone to walk the world together….

Does that count as a mission as well?…

Hmmm……

First Time I Caught……

May 19th, 2007 by lord-of-the-jungle

Yes, this was the first time I caught…

A flying poster in a concert!… Woohooo!!

The grasshoppers guys started to throw several posters out to the audience. The mood of the entire stadium was reaching its climax. Then one of the singers threw a poster in my direction. It spun upwards, slicing through the air, and then momentarily suspended itself in at the highest point of its projectory. Reminds me of a perfect projectile motion from physics of sports. Haha…

Several excited fans in front scrambled from their seats and their eyes were focused on the single prize floating in mid-air. Fingers grasped thin air desperately, as the highly desired object flew in its designated path, destined for its one true owner. I effortlessly extended my hands slightly while remaining seated, and the poster was mine for the taking. That was when a huge hand smacked me hard on the right side of my face. Apparently, there was a crazy fan directly behind me as well. Too late. It was already in my hands. My friend beside me was shocked for a moment, mouth slightly opened. Too bad she was too surprised to take any pictures of that wonderful moment which lasted only seconds…

Yes, we went to watch the grasshoppers in concert at the indoor stadium. For those who are still clueless, the grasshoppers were a late eighties and early nineties chinese boyband from hongkong. And they are back in singapore after eleven long years. Memories of kindergarden and primary school popped into my head as they sang their nostalgic songs and danced their entertaining signature moves. We were seated so damn close to the stage, that we could see every detail of the performance, including a blooper whereby one of the grasshoppers had a string from his sleeve entangled with one of the female dancer’s short pants. So the both of them continued singing, touching, and dancing sexily with each other, while discreetly trying to unentangle themselves. Very natural and professionally done indeed…

Jeanette Aw and friend, Taufik Batisah and girlfriend, and that male actor from tcs8 (i can’t remember his name) and girlfriend, were at the front row. Jeanette had shoulderlengthed red hair, and was wearing an orange dress. Nice figure, cute face. Yes, she was quite hot actually, and was the center of attraction before the concert started. And Taufick was smooth and cool in his white blazer and shirt as usual. The strange thing was, most of the songs were in cantonese. Not that I understand much cantonese, but it was just slightly amusing to see Taufik there…

So it was understandable that Taufick and girlfriend left after the first encore. But there was a second encore when the grasshoppers sang ballads from their earlier albums. Even after the concert ended, a few groups of hardcore fans were still screaming their lungs away for more encores…

The night ended with me getting a limited edition poster, "hand thrown" directly from the grasshoppers (and i did not have to spend any money buying merchandise and souvenirs from "middlemen", hehe), slightly bent spectacles, a small cut on my forehead, and a thin line of dried-up blood stretching above my eyebrow…

But hey, this is the first time I caught a flying poster in a concert!…

Flesh wounds heal over time, but memories last a lifetime. =P…

Secret Agent, Illegal Immigrant, Terrorist, Drug Trafficker…..

May 16th, 2007 by lord-of-the-jungle

What started out as a trip filled with anticipation and fun filled excitement, abruptly became the funniest rollercoaster ride of my life. Want a quick summary? This is the grand impression I got from the melbourne customs officers: "Good day mate, welcome to melbourne. I am going to treat you with the utmost disrespect and prejudice for the next fourty minutes and find enough incriminating evidence to implicate and throw you in jail."….

Here is the situation between myself and two customs officers. I can still remember it quite vividly in my mind:

Both officers stared at me as if they were going to eat me up. They think i am going to tuck my tail in between my legs by pretending to be fierce. Well, guess what? I had their job. I was in the army for two plus years. I know how all this works. Those two goons did not scare me in the slidest bit.

They did not address me by mr or sir. Instead, they just fired a whole series of questions that were so absurd and moronic, I could not control all my sudden outbursts of chuckles. And somehow, that irritated them quite a bit. *pats myself on the back*

They then proceeded to ransack my backpack at the same time. Here is just a short list of the questions they asked. There were a lot more, but most were just repetitions of what is below:

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What is your purpose of visit?

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I’m here on holiday.

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The custom officers raised their eyebrows in disbelief, as if they already knew there was nothing vaguely interesting tourists can do in melbourne. What a way to promote your city to tourists. 

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What are you going to do in melbourne?

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I’m gonna go visit some friends.

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Who are they? What do they do here?

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They are students studying in monash university.

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What are their names?

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Victor and Raymond.

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What do they do here?

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Ermm.. Didn’t i just tell you…

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What do they do here?!

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*chuckles* They are students studying in monash university, clayton campus.

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What are they studying?

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Medicine and Arts.

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Why did you buy your tickets today instead of booking them earlier?

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We did book our tickets, like three weeks in advance. And at the last minute back in singapore, there was some miscommunication with the SIA ticketing office about our ticket collections and online credit card purchases, so my friend and I got our initial tickets refunded. And so, I had to buy new tickets on the spot minutes before our flight.

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I don’t understand a single word of what you just said.

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Huh? Am i speaking in an incomprehensible alien language? You don’t understand any english? I feel sorry for you. So, I explained patiently once again, this time, in a much slower pace and clearer tone, that was just simple enough for nursery children to understand.

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*chuckles* We did book our tickets, like three weeks in advance. And at the last minute back in singapore, there was some miscommunication with the SIA ticketing office about our ticket collections and online credit card purchases, so my friend and I got our initial tickets refunded. And so, I had to buy new tickets on the spot minutes before our flight. 

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How much did you pay for the tickets?

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$984 each.

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Is that in Sing Dollars or Australian Dollars?

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Sing Dollars.

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……………………. LIke, DOH……

Do any of those questions pass through any sort of mental filtering?

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What do you do in your country?

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I am a university student.

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You are having your holidays now?

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Yes, that’s right.

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How many months?

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Three months.

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When did it start?

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May.

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What do you study?

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Business.

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Yea, like it is any of your business. Guess it doesn’t take much for you to do your job huh. Do I look like some sort of terrorist or illegal immigrant?

And while answering these idiotic, irrelevant questions, I glanced around the quarantine area. Surprise surprise. Only a few Indians and Chinese. Only Asians. No Caucasians. Gheez, I WONDER WHY THAT IS SO.

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How many semesters have you taken?

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Two. I’m gonna start my third sem in August.

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How many semesters left?

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Four.

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When did you start?

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Last year, August.

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How many months have you got left?

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4 semesters. That would be about 2 years, so 24 months. *chuckles*

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When was your last holiday?

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December.

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Why do you have a three months holiday now, but only one month then?

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Hmmm, that, i’m not sure.

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How the hell should i know?!! Why don’t you make a phonecall to NTU and ask them yourself?

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Really… Show me your wallet. How much money do you have?

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200 Australian Dollars. And a couple of tens, twos and 4 fifties, all SIng dollars.

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How much money do you have in your bank account after you bought the tickets?

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What?

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How much?

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Isn’t these sort of question supposed to be private?

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How much roughly?!

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…… One point something…

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One point something what? Sing? Australian?

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One point something K in Sing Dollars.

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Yes, cut me off when i am not done saying something. And wow.. Am i supposed to have Australian Dollars in my Singapore bank account?

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How much money do you bring?

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Gheez… You have my wallet. Go figure it out yourself. And didn’t i just tell you how much a moment ago?

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200 Australian Dollars. And a couple of hundred Sing Dollars.

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Is this your university identity card?

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Yes.

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DOH… MY matrix card has MY PIC and NAME on it. And then, one of them picks up the bag of antibiotics and fish oil pills from my bag.

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What are these?

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Those are antibiotics and supplements for my friend. I’m bringing them to him as a favor.

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And one of the officers took out his white latex gloves, rips out a pill, and disappears into some sort of drug testing room. The other one proceeded to drag a small piece of paperlike thing held by what i believe to be black tongs, across my backpack. Clearly, they were testing for any small trace of illegal drugs like heroine and cocaine. Cool. They suspect I am a drug trafficker or something. Once again, I was deeply IMPRESSED by their sense of PROFESSIONALISM. ROFL.

And then, one of them sees my 11B.

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You were in the armed forces? How many years??

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Two years, two months. 

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He watches me with caution, and suddenly became wary of my actions. Ermm, seriously, you think a small guy like me can overpower two huge caucasian guys with batons? Suddenly, I felt like Jason Bourne in The Bourne Identity and The Bourne Supremacy. Uber cool. I am a secret agent. I can take down trained officers with a pen and a rolled up magazine.

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How was it?

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In short, it was not pleasant.

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What is this?

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Oh, this is my refunded air ticket which i booked three weeks ago.

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Both officers went to a corner of the area and whispered to each other. They showed each other the sample of the pill, and the refunded tickets. One of them goes "Damn!". They continued talking for a while.

One of them came back.

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Ok, you can pack up now. Enjoy your stay in melbourne.

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THANK YOU SOOO MUCH. *chuckles*

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Yes. I am not a Illegal Immigrant. I am not a Terrorist. I am not a Drug Trafficker. I am not a Spy or a Secret Agent. Although it may be cool to be an intelligence agent. =p

I am just an innocent Asian tourist who came to melbourne to visit some good friends.

Your interrogation methods did not work. Your tactics in trying to implicate me failed. In marketing terms, this would be a very good example of a badly managed customer relations. Bad service, zero apology. Well, guess what, I will never go to melbourne again. Other parts of Australia? Not anytime soon. Maybe a few decades later. And I will tell this story to not just ten people, like what kotler’s marketing book says. This story will be heard by everyone i come into contact with. There goes some of your tourism revenue….

Ironically, the two goons did not bother to check, and take out from my bag, the two packets of chocolates which i declared on the incoming passenger card. And, they took the fish oil pills for testing, instead of the antibiotics which seem to look more suspicious. Hilarious. Simply hilarious….

I win. You lose.

“Yeah… Whatever… Bitch……”

May 4th, 2007 by lord-of-the-jungle

I miss travelling. I have not been going overseas ever since my two years of hell started (other than Taiwan), so even before exams ended, the booking of air tickets to Australia in May, and France in July, had already began online. So here I was, imagining and illustrating my dreams of frequently flying and travelling once again, to a "friend". And he started a whole chain of moronic comments which totally spoiled my joyous mood for the entire day. It all started with…

"Wah, rich arh….."

If there is one thing i truly despise, that would be hypocrisy. Yes, you heard me. You being an asshole, just standing there, acting like a poor, starving bastard with nothing on you, and expecting a free lunch from me. Well, guess what? You can go back to your million dollar private condo, take a nice bath in your jaccuzi, wear your fancy ralph lauren polo, drive your big lexus back here and flash me some of your platinum cards. Say hello to my US number 8, you stingy son of a bitch…

Been flying around the world even before i was born. Canada, USA, Australia, New Zealand, Nepal, China, Taiwan, Hong Kong, Switzerland, England, Japan, France…..

You name it, I have probably been there…

Otherwise, I live a simple life, in a hdb flat with my mom and dad. Sis supports herself and lives outside in a rented apartment with her partner. Mom is a normal housewife who does…. housework. Dad is already way past retirement age, but still works eighteen hours a day, seven days a week to pay for the roof above our heads. And there are still many more installment payments in the years to come. I have no fancy clothes and I cannot afford to buy any new clothes on chinese new years. I just replace them when they are all worn out with holes or something. I have no cat, although i really wish i did own one. I do not have a car. I do not need a car. And I am a full time student, jobless, with zero income. But sometimes, for all the hard work, sweat, blood and tears, my family would reward ourselves by travelling around the world and experiencing other cultures, while surviving on instant noodles and cereal, and sleeping in cheap motels and inns. Good thing dad works for SIA, so we get heavily subsidised air tickets. And the tickets to Australia? Not subsidised. I paid for them myself. With my ns allowance savings. That leaves me like, a couple of hundred remaining in the bank account….

Get the idea?…

If not, let me tell you a story that i made up. It is about a farm of chickens. A particular chicken tells his bunch of comrades, saying "Oh no, i am dead!". Then the chicken egg farmer comes along, and chops its head off. And yet, the headless chicken picks up its head, manages to escape by flying up a tree, and lives in the canopy for a couple more days, screaming "i’m dead! I’m dead!". As it turns out, the headless chicken had bird flu, and the farmer had to kill it in order to save the entire farm. But whenever the other chickens see the farmer, they would scream in unison "Oh no, we are dead! We are dead!", when the farmer is just there to collect the eggs, and has no intention of killing any more of them. So the chickens, as well as their future generations, continued their lifelong, sacred tradition of screaming "I am dead!" for no reason whatsoever, while continuing to live long and healthy lives….

It is just like so many of the students in ntu. They always flap around after a test or an exam like chickens on steroids…

"Shit, i screwed up my test today!…"

"Oh no, i am going to fail this paper!…"

"What to do? What to do?!….."

"Oh no, i am dead! I am dead!…"

"pok, pok pok pok….."

"pok, pok pok, pok pok pok pok……."

"pok, pok pok pok pok, pok, pok pok, pok pok pok……"

And what kind of grades do they get in the end?

A plus, A, A minus, and B plus…

Except, they do not have brains the size of green peas, like the chickens….

And when I say I screwed up or failed my tests? I really did…

Cs, Ds and Fs…

The morale of the story?…

Stop being a hypocritical jackass.

Stop pretending.

Stop lying through your teeth.

Tell the truth for a change.

Get real.

Hmmm…..

"Wah, rich arh….."

I can still play that out loud and clear in my head…

The irony…

Seriously, I do not know whether to laugh at you, pity you, or punch you in the face. But, even an idiot deserves an answer. So i made it short and simple enough for your ass to comprehend. Guess what I said…..

Rely on Myself. Period.

April 21st, 2007 by lord-of-the-jungle

Enlightenment….

One thing I realised, is that in this real world, I cannot rely on anyone but myself and my family…

Why do I say that?..

Lets just simply put it this way…

Throughout this past several months, I have, in one way or another, asked friends to do some very simple favors for me. And somehow, I have been rejected help from everyone. And i mean EVERYONE, even those I thought were close to me…

Trust me, if I were free to do it myself, I would not even bother to ask for help. Even a minute thing like lifting a finger can drag on for days. Where is your sense of initiative?… 

And I thought help was supposed to go both ways. No wonder i always feel so used, exploited and betrayed everytime i help out someone, and when I need some form of assistance myself, everyone suddenly disappears into thin air…

*Pufff*

Like Osama Bin Laden…..

What are friends for…

Nothing, apparently…

I would rather be friends with a machine. Maybe a toaster. Or a washing machine. At least it is automatic…

Do not be surprised at my rampant usage of "I". It is deliberate. I am finally emphasizing on Myself instead of always using the word "you". And do not expect any help from Me anymore….

Screw you All.

What are the Chances…

March 29th, 2007 by lord-of-the-jungle

They say that every chanced meeting is a blessing, and that there is only a one in six billion chance that you will meet the same person again…

Six billion people in the world…

How about our tiny red dot Singapore?…

That narrows it down to one in four point six million…

Knowing that she lives around the same area as you? One in three hundred thousand….

So what if you are absolutely sure that that person hangs out and studies in the same university as you everyday? That will greatly increase the chances further to, say one in thirty thousand….

Subsequently, if she studies in the same faculty as you, that would roughly make it one in a few thousand…

Stays in the same hall as you? One in four hundred…

Mustering enough courage within a time frame of just a few second, to approach and talk to her before she disappears out of sight again?….

I have got much better chances at winning the lottery….

The best part of my day: Seeing her….

The worst part of my day: Seeing her leave…. Again…..

So what is the morale of the story?….

The timing may be just right, the weather may be perfect, the place may be nice, you may look your best, in your smartest-looking suit, and no bad hair day for a change….

But if you do not have enough balls….

You should go buy toto instead….

( Disclaimer: Trust the above mentioned probabilities at your own risk. I got an F in my stats test…. )

Best and Worst of March…

March 27th, 2007 by lord-of-the-jungle

Best Times of March:

1. Completing my marketing project with a bang! Thank you Musicos Del Amor, I really had so much fun working with all of you…..

2. Taking a picture together with my very pretty and hot ex-nyjc prom queen at Suntec IT Fair (she did not know me). Still surprised at myself for having enough balls to walk up to her….

3. Getting together with old ns friends the day before my birthday. And finally got to drink some booze….

4. Buying tickets for two to Forever Grasshoppers LIve in Concert. FInally can see You (not the Grasshoppers) again. About time too. Make me wait so long… =p

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Worst Times of March:

1. Getting an F for stats test. (Confirm dabao liao, more Fs coming)….

2. Spending my birthday in hall doing stats presentation until 3am next morning. Worst birthday of my life….

I hate stats… Fuck……

3. Losing 30 bucks for nothing…..

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Lessons learnt:

1. Always remember to take the money after you withdraw from the ATM…

1. With balls, I can do anything. Nothing is impossible….

2. My mind is overloaded with Ideas, Creativity and Gimmicks….

3. One cannot blow a heart-shaped balloon so hard. Otherwise it will turn into a papaya-shaped balloon…. ROFL….

4. Damn I look good in a suit…. =p