He Smiles While Taking His Son Life

Saw that heading on the front page of our local tabloid, The Newpaper.

What’s wrong with it? Can’t a man really loathe his son? I mean, if you’re going to murder someone, you must hate his fucking guts right? You can’t be bawling in sorrow and gutting him at the same time right?

So why? Why does the paper draw our attention to the fact that the man SMILES while killing his kid? I don’t see anything wrong with him doing so.

If you ask me, “Man took Infant’s Life” would suffice.

Party… Party On!
 
Weinee celebrated her 21st bday yesterday at the Chevron. Steven booked the place for her. Haha. Nice to see all of them again. Really, it’s always nice to see ppl you’ve spent the whole four years of your secondary school with. Eh. Shared with the gals, got a pair of teva sandals and a pair of earrings from Isabella.

The party was rather mild. Heh, guess it was more of a gathering than a party. Anyway, the cake was lovely. From Coffee bean. Haha. Absolutely sinful.

Pretty much sat around. Had a tiring day at work, plus I was so hungry that my gastric started acting up, so by the time I got there, I was too upset to even talk, much less eat. Still, it’s a great joy to see everyone again. David mistook me for JH’s bf cause I sat beside her. Have I really changed that much?  Hmmm…

Kare-not-so-okie

After the cake, we just pretty much sat around and played cards and mahjong. Then they started ktving. Nono, dun get me wrong. Lingzhi and Weinee and her friend are excellent singers. Carried Ah Mei’s song off without a hitch. Not an easy feat considering Ah Mei’s voice/song/style.

Well, the thing I have against KTV is that it sounds…. Unnatural? Not unnatural as in badly sung/ off key/wrong notes/William hung/screeching. Even the best singer while ktving will sound weird to me.

Why?

Cause it’s not their song. To me, it just sounds really off hearing someone else singing the songs. Someone else other than original singers. Sorry, it just irks me a lot. Personal opinion. Chill……

 

 

Armageddon

Should Armageddon come tomorrow and should the world plunge into eternal gloom and darkness, fret not. Just visit the cosmetics and fragrance section of any large shopping mall. I’m not kidding. Have you noticed how brightly lit the cosmetics and fragrance section of a shopping mall is? There’s light coming out from everywhere. Countertops, advertisements panels, liquid crystal display units, crystals ornaments, even from beneath the counters.

Feels like you’re stepping into an operating theater without, of course, the metallic operating equipment. Everything is brightly lit, but not in the harsh “flood light” manner. Don’t you feel warm and happy when you step into the cosmetics and perfume section of the mall? Everything seems so clean and fresh… until you looked at the counter girls themselves.

All of them have this inch thick layer of make up on. All of them look really “Artificial”, isn’t make-up supposed to hide the flaws and accentuate the nice features? Why do they apply make up as if they’re trying to draw/create a brand new face for themselves? Every counter girl looks likewise, no matter what brand they’re promoting.

Except Anna Sui’s girls. Ironic as it may sound but their ladies look most natural. At least to me. Ironic because Sui’s the brand where all their advert features girls made up to look EXACTLY like porcelain dolls. With their perfectly straight bangs, pink blusher and all. But their sales ladies nowhere near their models. (Then again, it’ll be really creepy if they do. Reminds one of the jumpy Chinese vampire don’t they?)

Hmmm… Mysteries of the mall.

Celebrities Sludge Fest

First thing first. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. Rochor Rd Tau Huey, Carlsberg beer, KFC cheese fries (cold), Taiwan sausages (have I mentioned that they explode in toaster ovens?), lychees, Kaya toast and cheeseballs do not mix. (At one in the morning)

WRITE IT DOWN. You have been warned.

Ate all of those before I went to bed. Yes I know it sounds disgustingly piggy. Sounds so, but it sure felt good. Trust me on that. When he good boy get stressed (you know by what), the good boy throws caution and his diet (and health) to the wind and binge.

Naturally, it was a restless night. And yes. Our “favorite” weird dreams did follow not too far behind.

I’m sure many of you watched MTVs sometime in your life. Well, felt like I was watching two particularly low budgets locally produced MTVs that are copied from based on the US version (typical).

Andre D’cruz and Pierre-the-boy-toy Png were jiggling their butt to Justin Timberlake’s “Cry Me A River.” Except that in our case, being not very creative Singaporeans, the lyric was changed to that of “Gimme Your liver.”

And there was also a lady crooning to the tune of “Take My Breast Breath Away.” Except that it was a ditty for breast cancer awareness.

Hmmm. I suspect I have a brain tumor. The thing I think/dream of….

P.S…
The tau huey was delivered by Fel and Ric. So nice of them. They live in PASIR RIS whereas I live in JURONG. Go figure….
Cheese balls are my comfort food. Will chomp on em when I’m stressed. The last time I ate em? When I just got into Tekong….

I Wish I Wish I Wish

Fairy God Mama is good. Fairy God Mama is a great sport. Fairy God Mama came down to play pool with Crankymike at the last min notice. Fairy God Mama didn’t make one bit of noise nor did she grumble abt it.

Thanks for being such a pal.

Fairy God Mama ROCKS.

Shoot Me (make sure it’s in the head) And Get It Over And Done With.

ARGH… Just charge me already and dish out whatever punishment ok? Sheesh. Why make me wait so darn long?

It’s like, I know I’m in trouble… but the wait? What the hell is it for? It feels blea enough already! Dun let me hang there… just get it over and done with yer $%&%^*%&* mutha- forkers.

Ok, calm down! Gentleness…. *sucks in a deep breathe*

Tested Positive...

Wackiness: 60/100
Rationality: 24/100
Constructiveness: 40/100
Leadership: 80/100

You are a WEDL--Wacky Emotional Destructive Leader. This makes you an anarchist. You don't give a damn. When push comes to shove, you just forget about it--it's just not worth the heartache. What this means for others is that dealing with you can be aggravating, because they find they can't get you motivated about things they care about. What this means for you is that you are happier, calmer, and saner then they are on their best days.

You are near-immune to criticism, and those who know you well acknowledge and respect that. You may come across as lazy, but the truth is that you find little to get worked up about. Regardless, you have slews of friends, because they are fascinated by your world view, jealous of your lifestyle, and drawn to the fact that you are hilarious to be around.

You are a pillar in a sea of hot-bloodedness. You have a sweet tooth.

Took a lil online survey off a link at Fel’s blog. The result’s above. What do you think? I am wacky, emotional (most of the time) and destructive. That’s rather true, but the descriptions that follows…. Hmmmm not very true what… I am not immune to criticism; in fact I think I’m a lil more on the self-conscious side. Rather sensitive to what others think and say of me.

Check out the rationality and wackiness quotient though. Dun mess with me, I just might come up with ingenious ways of gutting you and disposing of your filthy little carcass. GROWLS.

Shit.

Won’t be around for a month. Most unfortunate turn of events. I might get charged and thrown into Detention Barracks. That or I’ll get really lucky and get confined in camp for a month. No consolation for the latter what- so-ever right? Ultimately no freedom.

In the wrong place at the wrong time. There goes my clean PERFECT record of no confinements and no extra duties. Quite a huge jump huh? From clean slate to a possible stint in Detention Barracks. Think I might stab myself with a toothbrush.

Why me?

Crisp And Refreshing

Never knew Vanessa Mae has such a crisp refreshing voice. Think having cold lemonade on a hot summer afternoon. And yes, we’re talking about the violin player here. Was listening to her “White Bird”. Lovely.

Church

Helped out in keeping the av equipment today. Haha the huge “tangle” of cables and equipment got sorted out faster than I thought it would. Many hands make light work I guess. Wouldn’t mind helping out again.

Oh, bear wore a long skirt today. Never seen her in one. Hmmm.

Vintage Perfume?!?!?

Was helping mom with a lil bit of cleaning when I came across a bottle of perfume. You see, mommy doesn’t like perfume. She prefers to use the lily spray from Marks and Spencer. Anyway, I was telling her that the bottle of perfume looks really old. With such an “arcane” minimalistic design and the liquid inside has take on the slightest tinge of yellow.

Mommy, without looking up from her work. Remarked casually that that bottle IS old. Three years older than me. Making it 24 years old. Impressed, I took a closer look at it, which was when I found out it’s an Estee Lauder. “White Linen”. Goodness! That was a real shocker. A twenty-four years old bottle of Estee Lauder. Did some research online. Apparently it’s so old that Estee Lauder re-released it in 1996. am still trying to find out it’s exact launch date.

Found the whole incident rather amusing. Mommy has always been a typical mommy. Occasionally complaining that dad’s a boor/bore who doesn’t know how to be romantic, doesn’t buy her flowers, doesn’t buy her expensive stuff etc etc. Apparently, she doesn’t know that Estee is a rather huge brand. Till I told her that day. Goodness. If a bottle of Estee fragrance costs easily up to 100 plus bucks today, I wonder how much did dad get it for back then…. Hmmm. Still, it must have been a lot. Considering dad was only a mechanic back then.

Neglect.

Been quite a while since I’ve blogged. Grown rather lazy these days. Then again, I’ve had some excuses distractions.

GSS

The Great Singapore Sale. Finally got a chance to do some damage at the GSS last Sunday. Bought two pseudo knitted top from Topman. And three books from Kino. Bought the Life Of Pi, The Bone Collector and a hardcover book of Wilde’s quotes.

The Life Of Pi is really good. Quite a page-turner. Hmmm why did I enjoy it so much? Well, there aren’t any astounding, awe-inspiring quotes. Nor is there a story line so gripping that it has you clinging onto the edge of your seat. The book is just…. Plain simple. Nothing beats a simple book once in a while. No bombastic words, no gargantuan plot. No mind twisting mysteries. Just a simple story. Told from end to end. Maybe with a slight twist towards the end. One that you could almost predict but not confirm till it actually appears. Completed the book in two day (See! Told you it was an easy, leisure read.)

It’s quite a gem. Great for a lazy afternoon read. You peeps should go get it.

Currently two third my way through The Bone Collector. If you’ve seen the movie and liked it, you definitely MUST read the book. It’s way much better than the movie. Thrilling and fast paced. Shall update more when I’m done.

Around The World…. In One Heck Of A Hurry.

Caught the movie with Lingzhi on Tuesday. Code red thunderstorm at home so I decided to delay going back. Really sporty of her to join me for dinner and the movie.

The movie was ok in general. What struck me was the rush in which every location was glossed over. Then again, the viewers don’t have eighty days to spare in the theater do we? The movie was typical Jackie Chan. Most of the stunts were recycled from his early days MANDARIN movies. Chinese bench sparring was from Drunken Masters One. Ladder fight scene with Karen Mok was recycled from Rumble In The Bronx.

Heh. Mr Jackie Chan, you’re so busted!

Haha. Found the part where they trio kidnapped a hot air balloon very “interesting”. Maybe because of the fact that I recognized Richard Branson as the owner of the hot air balloon.

Found it rather amusing. Branson, CEO of Virgin Airlines. Branson, owner of hot air balloon which the trio so unceremoniously took. Grins.

Bill, Finally Killed.

Mei got me the DVDs for Kill Bill Vol I & II from Shanghai. Haha. Love her to bits for them. Thanks!

Kill Bill I I’ve watched four times. Vol II was… Badly pirated. Haha. Some guy with a baseball cap walked past the screen. Enough said. Still, I sat thru the entire Dvd.

Between the two, Vol I has more action. Sue me if you want, but Uma Thurman’s rampage and her man handling of the Crazy 88 army was excellent. Blood spurting here, there EVERYWHERE and limbs getting swooshed and swished off gave me such a raw visceral high.

Vol II has disappointedly less gore and action. It gives the feeling that both Quentin Tarantino and the martial arts choreographer got tired, ran out of ideas, and couldn’t wait to wrap up the day’s work.

The movie's saving grace came right at the end. Bill brought lowness to an absolute high as he manipulates Uma’s daughter to his advantages. No doubt abt him being the ultimate baddy. Yet, the ultimate pain in the ass is always most irritating when he has all the power, holds all the trump cards, think of everything possible and have the whole God damn situation under control. Don’t we just hate em?

But amidst the loathing, there is this tiny, fleeting spark of admiration… If only….