IT’S A B.E.A.U.TIFUL DAY, NOW WATCH SOME ASSHOLE FUCKED IT UP

29 July 2008
Cloudy Wednesday (30 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2140 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 诺言 by李翊君
Mood: *WoW”

Well… been a while since I last updated anything here… so let’s get on with it

Firstly, I started on my remedial training, complimentary of the Singapore Armed Forces (or RT in short). After my first 3km run up the steep slope (3 x 1km = 3 rounds up that fucking slope), I can’t really feel anything waist down. And you know what can be worst? The pain shot up after day 2 and gets progressively bad till I practically had to grab onto the handrails during descent and walking up the stairs. And when you think you hit shit bottom, things get better; my only entry to my work place consist of a 30 flight of stairs up and 30 down… Plus Lunch, Off work, sometime kena arrow to Admin Building… Little wonder how I can live, eat, sleep and grow fat… oh well…

But then hor, things get slightly better after 4 days of rest (beside walking like a duck). Now I can run the slopes (3km per session) and clocking better timing every time. I guess it all boils down to perseverance and determination. Both of which, I am sorely lacking… why?

Firstly, you really need that FULL burst and CONSTANT burning FIRE to run anything related to being Damn Siong (think marathon). I used to clock full marathons (halfs’ are like morning PT like that) and never look back. WHY? Because I got that fucking FIRE inside; all the wrongs people did to me, the humiliation, backstabbing, ego trips (yes that too). EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE in this fucking world are against me. It is these sorrowful agonies that fuel my run! YA, BABY! FUCKING BURN!

And now? I grow fat, constantly smiling, feeling like 9th heaven every minute of my life… Because? I am happily in love with Snoopy and we are going for the long haul… Awww, so tell me lah, if one is as blissful as me, where got that damn fire? So how? Nowadays I just run and kept only the happy thoughts. Difficult but not impossible. Also, I needed the run lah for another 2 reasons…

I am going for the Half Marathon on the 16th of August and besides, I am an overachiever. I don’t want to fucking waste my time fucking idle during the 2 hourly session of RT. I saw so many CB around, all slacking and practically wasting their fucking god-damn life away. Oh well, like I said, to each its own… They happy, no die while running or walking (thank goodness) can liao.

ANYWAY

Beside the RT Session (another 1 RT to go and here-I-come second phase – which is like more damn CB siong), I really haven’t do much… Oh well…

Last Sunday went for the Children Society Walkathon. The week before was idling around malls, shopping for Nike Lunar Series Shoes, bought this, get those and played a 9-hole Golf (Company Games) yesterday. Haven’t been playing for a while (my procrastination, mostly) and since last night, my whole body is burning (under direct sun for 2 hours) and aching (the SWING dude, THE SWINGS).

Ok, way beside that, maybe I could start another trilogy soon, just needs the fucking inspiration…

Oh but apparently, if you are like me, then having inspiration is like procrastination; You feel fucking good initially, but then in the end, you are only fucking yourself… And to fucking start with, my idea is certainly one of strong beliefs. Roughly, it divided the fucking world into two camps: enemies who needed to be crushed, and allies who, because they are CB wimps, have to be told what to do.

And then how?

We eat, sleep, grow fat and FUCKING DIE!!!

LUX ET VERITAS (LIGHT & TRUTH)

2 July 2008
Cloudy Thursday (30 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2040 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 诺言 by李翊君
Mood: *WoW”

The Biggest problem is that they do not see themselves as the problem. It could be the byproduct of affirmative action’s (Bumiputra and American’s Blacks) but I suppose it is much easier to wriggle their way out of misery by blaming everything foreign and laying destruction to others. I mean what else can they do? No job, no money, no honey… with such pent up amount of energy, it is like a steam cooker at orgasm point. Like no Chu Stunt cannot sleep the night away like that…

That brought me to a similar argument I read lately the co-relation between the number of Males (increase) to war (also increase). It goes like this; somewhere in the 19th to 20th Century, China has a problem, a BIG problem; the ruling dynasty is decaying, the people are suffering from disasters after disasters and western nations are at its doorstep. To make matter worst, they have like a BIG disproportionate amount of males versus the females. All these free, nothing better to do males with no spouses, are roaming the city and countryside, looking for an avenue to release their energy. So what they do? They started the biggest civil war in Chinese history which crippled their feudal lord.

Now back to the 21st Century, we have so many unemployed youth and men roaming their streets and these are god-given natural resources for distorted views and actions. We could even see a replay of the Chinese civil war, albeit on a larger scale, Much Larger. Give it time…

Another BIG problem is their Rich are not at all bothered with their poorer brethrens. Take Palestine for example. If the Arabs are genuinely concern about their plight, they would have done all they could, like economically embargoed Israel to rebuilding Palestinian with all their Oil riches. But No… They just make empty cow-pehing when Israel launches assault after assault to rid the extremists, and after all that, retire back to their palace, ticking off their scheduler like it’s just another daily to-do list.

To put my point succinctly, no one cares about the poor. Because, technically they are not Arabs, Not Persian, Not quite Egyptians, not exactly Syrian… See my point? Did I mention they are poor? Very poor in fact and with no resources other than droves of unemployed youth (and that permeate the cycle of extremism).

I am always for secularism. I believe in the division of State and religion.

Recently some Muslim chaps even suggest making all food places halal for…. communal bonding (so everyone can eat together in the same table). Wow, B.I.L.L.I.A.N.T leh…

But it did happen, at least in some food courts (entirely halal) and of course my canteen…

My feel is, Singapore is basically a conservative society and the norm is one of multi-racial and stable family structure. We build our life based on consensus, as with most Asian society. However, we also recognize that Muslim (for example) is a part of our society. They have a place and are entitled to their religious rights and private lives. So I am perfectly fine to see headscarves or Arabian Gown (those covering head to toe…) in public spaces, but to push their lifestyle into our’s? Halal Foodcourt?

I believed majority of Singaporeans want a stable multi-racial & religious society with traditional family values and yet encompassing spaces for people of different faith, sexuality and beliefs to live their private lives and contribute to the society. Therefore, we should not be pressured into changing this position or flirting with this intent to change, especially now that the minority group expanded their view with somewhat louder than usual call for change in status quo.

Thus, the only way forward for a space in our society is to accept the formal and informal limits which reflect the equilibrium that our society can and will prepare to accept, and not to assert them stridently as other religious groups do elsewhere.

In a diverse, multi-racial and multi-religious Singapore, every group, religious or secular, should exercise restraint and show mutual respect and tolerance. If any group pushes its agenda too aggressively, then there will be backlash from other groups. Then how? We will be lead to disintegration and perhaps even civil war.

I am not advocating discontentment or inciting hatred. As I always asserted, the minority should not and cannot hijack and shove their ideology to the masses. Anyone could do whatever they want, in the comfort of their living spaces (like Homosexuality) and most of us (including the Government) don’t really need to know or care. Seriously, who even care about the famous penal code 337A (the Anal sex thingy) but still, the Gay rights advocates make such a loud din over it. To bring forth your insistence that certain issues and stakes be change to accommodate your needs, that is treason! And in my regime, you will be thoroughly drown in warm beer and be fed to the lions…

So how now? I cowpeh and go back to sleep…

And perhaps wait for the police to knock on my door… or I might be assassinated… Oh well, at least I tried. Even if I am condemned because of my reasoning, then let my maker be my witness…

End of Trilogy …

Now for some Fun stuffs…

A friend died this January but Bank still billed her for February, March etc for their monthly service charge on her credit card, and then added late fees and interest on top of the monthly charge. The balance had been $0.00... Now it is somewhere around $60.00. I called the Bank…

Me: "I am calling to tell you that she died in January."
Bank: "Sir, the account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply."
Me: "Erm, Ok… maybe, you should turn it over to collections, perhaps?"
Bank: "Since it is 2 months past due, it already has been."
Me: "So… what exactly will they do when they find out she is dead?"
Bank: "Either report her account to the frauds division, or to the credit bureau, maybe both!"
Me: "Hmmm, do you think God will be mad at her?"
Bank:"...excuse me...?"
Me: "Did you even get what I was trying to tell you... the part about her being, like dead?"
Bank: "Sir, you'll have to speak to my supervisor!" (Supervisor gets on the phone)
Me: "I'm calling to tell you, she died in January…"
Bank: "Oh, the account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply."
Me: "So you mean you want to collect from her estate?"
Bank: ".....(stammer).... Errm could you fax us a certificate of death?"
Me: "Sure."
(Fax number is given)
(After they get the fax.)
Bank: "Our system just isn't setup for death"
Me: "Oh...really…"
Bank: "I don't know what more I can do to help.."
Me: "Well... you could just keep billing her, I suppose... Don't really think she will care...."
Bank: "The late fees and charges do still apply."
Me: "Right, right…. Would you like her new billing address then?"
Bank: "That might help."
Me: "Lim Chu Kang Cemetery (plot number given.)
Bank: "Sir, that's a cemetery!"
Me: "That’s right, so exactly what do you do with dead people on your planet then?"

SO our Maker Helps us all…