Friday, December 31, 2004
Well…in another few hours the whole world would have experienced another year. The year end parties seem to have lost its gloss which kinda makes me happy knowing that the decadent and selfish country we come from has been forced to notice that there are less fortunate folks around us. People who don’t have it good anytime of the year. For some the new year is just another 365 days of misery, hunger, disease and depravation. Some folks don’t even have an account of time itself, maybe because time is the arrival of something bad for these people. For some of us the light of day or the morning birds call is time for us to get our sorry rear ends out of bed and off to work…and for some it might be the start of some kinda physical torture, rape or abuse… taking a 20km walk for a clean pail of water…dodging bullets from enemy snipers…or really being persecuted for religious beliefs. No folks this not decades ago…this is happening to us right now. And if you were not aware of it then wake the fuck up and smell the foul stench in the air.
I don’t seem to get it….all the suffering and scars left by the outbreak of SARS seems to have disappeared completely…like an aging movie star who does not want to reveal any signs of aging…we as a society have given ourselves an extreme makeover,…surgically removed the scars through feel good crap like small movies depicting our courage as a country….giving notice to nurses for services rendered, still very much overworked and underpaid…all part and parcel of government propaganda I’m very sure of that. , but we all know what you cover on the outside cannot really remove the ugliness on the inside. The wrinkles and scars tend to win in the long run. Country was going back into it feel good and decadent ways when we are reminded once again we are nothing. For all the brains, awards, rankings, research, money we have and not even lee kwan yew would gain the respect of Mother Nature….we were not hit by anything physical this time…but don’t expect anything, cause whether we like it or not we are in control of nothing…now how do you like that!!?
I think our country has this idea that as long as we do our part we all have a clear conscience and we are good people….well most of us do. How are we really affected by pain and sorrow? Do we feel a need to help just because we are moved by a sad picture? What if we did not read newspapers or have the television to help us feel? Do we inform ourselves to be educated about places that are already needy…or do we just wait for the next calamity?
Is it fair for me to keep saying that we are a selfish nation when we have a duty to our own? Try coming from a country where we all insist on having cars when we have a perfectly good public transportation system….some of us even have two cars. Everything’s a competition. The rich are just plain freakin rich and the poor just have houses to show that we don’t have beggars on the streets. Everything is taught here from graciousness to patriotism so I don’t really know how to feel when a complete stranger is nice to me…and I’m not just saying that. It never really happens anyway. So how can a selfish country be so generous…we only give because others give…we live in a very asian culture where if we don’t give then people will look at us kinda funny and say things about us,…God forbid we would not want that to happen would we! I’m not saying once again that all of us work this way…but I’ll bet all the money I have that most of us function in this way. Call me cynical and unforgiving but I say it like it is…if you can’t swallow it then vomit it out and continue pretending that you’re a nice person.
The least of my Lamenting .
I wish the rest of the world would share in my joys of being very much Blessed this whole year even though it is so very hard at times. Knowing that everyday goes by bad or good only by the Grace and mercy of God, I’m not a mean person…I don’t wish hard lessons on the people of our country through calamity or suffering. I just wish people would educate themselves better about what life should really be about. I wish I could really see the goodness of people even during times of clam and peace.
I do look forward to next year. Thoughts of further travels and the pursuit of deeper relationships both with God and friends fill’s my mind with joy and set’s my heart racing away.
I hope it’s the same for those of you that continue to read my Blog.
God bless. Ride safe.
I don’t seem to get it….all the suffering and scars left by the outbreak of SARS seems to have disappeared completely…like an aging movie star who does not want to reveal any signs of aging…we as a society have given ourselves an extreme makeover,…surgically removed the scars through feel good crap like small movies depicting our courage as a country….giving notice to nurses for services rendered, still very much overworked and underpaid…all part and parcel of government propaganda I’m very sure of that. , but we all know what you cover on the outside cannot really remove the ugliness on the inside. The wrinkles and scars tend to win in the long run. Country was going back into it feel good and decadent ways when we are reminded once again we are nothing. For all the brains, awards, rankings, research, money we have and not even lee kwan yew would gain the respect of Mother Nature….we were not hit by anything physical this time…but don’t expect anything, cause whether we like it or not we are in control of nothing…now how do you like that!!?
I think our country has this idea that as long as we do our part we all have a clear conscience and we are good people….well most of us do. How are we really affected by pain and sorrow? Do we feel a need to help just because we are moved by a sad picture? What if we did not read newspapers or have the television to help us feel? Do we inform ourselves to be educated about places that are already needy…or do we just wait for the next calamity?
Is it fair for me to keep saying that we are a selfish nation when we have a duty to our own? Try coming from a country where we all insist on having cars when we have a perfectly good public transportation system….some of us even have two cars. Everything’s a competition. The rich are just plain freakin rich and the poor just have houses to show that we don’t have beggars on the streets. Everything is taught here from graciousness to patriotism so I don’t really know how to feel when a complete stranger is nice to me…and I’m not just saying that. It never really happens anyway. So how can a selfish country be so generous…we only give because others give…we live in a very asian culture where if we don’t give then people will look at us kinda funny and say things about us,…God forbid we would not want that to happen would we! I’m not saying once again that all of us work this way…but I’ll bet all the money I have that most of us function in this way. Call me cynical and unforgiving but I say it like it is…if you can’t swallow it then vomit it out and continue pretending that you’re a nice person.
The least of my Lamenting .
I wish the rest of the world would share in my joys of being very much Blessed this whole year even though it is so very hard at times. Knowing that everyday goes by bad or good only by the Grace and mercy of God, I’m not a mean person…I don’t wish hard lessons on the people of our country through calamity or suffering. I just wish people would educate themselves better about what life should really be about. I wish I could really see the goodness of people even during times of clam and peace.
I do look forward to next year. Thoughts of further travels and the pursuit of deeper relationships both with God and friends fill’s my mind with joy and set’s my heart racing away.
I hope it’s the same for those of you that continue to read my Blog.
God bless. Ride safe.
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Post Christmas sickness. I did not feel too good when I woke up this morning. I think I’m having a really bad bout of tonsillitis…could not even freakin swallow man. And I think I’m having the flu as well…which is not cool! I’m telling you whenever I have the flu Its like going through Chemotherapy all over again. I feel all tired out and knowing that I’m not doing the trees any favors by using that many tissues totally crappy.
I have like a gut feeling if the earthquakes, natural disasters, fire and brimstone type things don’t get the human race…we’re all going to be put down by the APOCALYPTIC FLU BUG …(enter the dramatic dooms day type sound track!!)…laughs. Just resting at home at the advice of all my good buddies…and yes I am drinking lots of water and my Mom is using the fact that I got the flu to make me drink lots of brands essence of everything!...God bless her…but no thanks mom.
I have like a gut feeling if the earthquakes, natural disasters, fire and brimstone type things don’t get the human race…we’re all going to be put down by the APOCALYPTIC FLU BUG …(enter the dramatic dooms day type sound track!!)…laughs. Just resting at home at the advice of all my good buddies…and yes I am drinking lots of water and my Mom is using the fact that I got the flu to make me drink lots of brands essence of everything!...God bless her…but no thanks mom.
Well….it was a really nice X’mas weekend for me. The week that came along with it was also rather exciting. Because of budget constraints the process of buying presents required a little more skill… which is something I’m always up for. I’m a practical person…so gifts always have to be practical….and books were right there at the top of the list. Thus I presented most of my loved ones with books unless other gifts were requested…like Jon boy wanted a gundam and he got one. I would also think that the book list I came up with would have made any avid reader really proud…laughs.
I also spent time with Jon whose parents and little sister had left for a holiday in Australia. Went shopping with BX…spent a whole day with him…had a super lunch, went to buy him his jeans and then I made him walk around with me at borders looking for books! All while Missing Charlotte of course!
God of fitness got us a chalet at pasir ris. Aaron, wenjie and me spent the day swimming, playing pool, stuffing our faces. Playing with Frisbee….and GOF taught me how to play Tai tee…very exciting. Stayed up all night….and had breakfast at like 5am in the morning. We took the early train home…cause Aaron had work…and I needed to do some shopping. We were all like super stoned on the train back home. I got back home…slept for a bit and went down to town to buy presents and was met by the crowd from hell. You know the regular inconsiderate bunch…the ones that stand and have a conversation when there’s a flow of human traffic …and the ones that don’t have long strides and walk slow…and then there are my fav’s….the ones that should not even be there but feel its alright to waste their lives away by loitering around in town….NOT!....no worries….I put all that aside and got all my tasks done.
Was invited to Lizzie’s house to have dinner with uncle Richard and aunty Aitee.
God mom was there…was really happy to see Liz, Ethel, Eve and Sarah. Imm, Kenneth and Faith were also there. The food was excellent…and as always there was wine and champagne going around! Stayed up playing the PS2, watching some tele, messing around and Ethel got this super cool toy…one of them contraptions you build and drop a marble at the top and its goes down through the rails…and loop de loops…spent most of the night doing that.. went to church the next morning…got back home to sleep. Christmas itself was kinda quiet. Got plenty of nice gifts….and had the company of the people I love the most.
I also spent time with Jon whose parents and little sister had left for a holiday in Australia. Went shopping with BX…spent a whole day with him…had a super lunch, went to buy him his jeans and then I made him walk around with me at borders looking for books! All while Missing Charlotte of course!
God of fitness got us a chalet at pasir ris. Aaron, wenjie and me spent the day swimming, playing pool, stuffing our faces. Playing with Frisbee….and GOF taught me how to play Tai tee…very exciting. Stayed up all night….and had breakfast at like 5am in the morning. We took the early train home…cause Aaron had work…and I needed to do some shopping. We were all like super stoned on the train back home. I got back home…slept for a bit and went down to town to buy presents and was met by the crowd from hell. You know the regular inconsiderate bunch…the ones that stand and have a conversation when there’s a flow of human traffic …and the ones that don’t have long strides and walk slow…and then there are my fav’s….the ones that should not even be there but feel its alright to waste their lives away by loitering around in town….NOT!....no worries….I put all that aside and got all my tasks done.
Was invited to Lizzie’s house to have dinner with uncle Richard and aunty Aitee.
God mom was there…was really happy to see Liz, Ethel, Eve and Sarah. Imm, Kenneth and Faith were also there. The food was excellent…and as always there was wine and champagne going around! Stayed up playing the PS2, watching some tele, messing around and Ethel got this super cool toy…one of them contraptions you build and drop a marble at the top and its goes down through the rails…and loop de loops…spent most of the night doing that.. went to church the next morning…got back home to sleep. Christmas itself was kinda quiet. Got plenty of nice gifts….and had the company of the people I love the most.
Sunday, December 19, 2004
Today was a good day. Played with the church band which is always a highlight for me. It kinda allows me to let rip musically what I can over the drums…which is a lot. Had the opportunity also to ply my skills at photography when I was asked to take some pictures for terk and yeok mins second child’s baptism. Always love taking pictures of babies. After service I had lunch with BX, Jon boy, Janice and Amos. We had lunch at pei hwa market cause jon boy wanted to eat some local food after being in Thailand for so long.
The guys came over to my place to hang out. Read comic books, watched southpark and drank some good old tea with choc cake….yums. heard from my sister that she’s going to the States for a bit…to LA to be exact, when she’ll be back she don’t even know! very happy for her…going to miss her tons though !!and she’s like leaving morrow!!...hmmm…don’t really know what’s going through her mind…don’t really want to ask too cause my sis can be long winded with her ans…*smiles*…but I know the Lord is leading her on in her personal journey. Just had dinner with the guys…we had Bak Kut Teh….freakin awesome dudes!
The guys came over to my place to hang out. Read comic books, watched southpark and drank some good old tea with choc cake….yums. heard from my sister that she’s going to the States for a bit…to LA to be exact, when she’ll be back she don’t even know! very happy for her…going to miss her tons though !!and she’s like leaving morrow!!...hmmm…don’t really know what’s going through her mind…don’t really want to ask too cause my sis can be long winded with her ans…*smiles*…but I know the Lord is leading her on in her personal journey. Just had dinner with the guys…we had Bak Kut Teh….freakin awesome dudes!
Thursday, December 16, 2004
TAG BY KELVIN DAVID
“Its all starts off with the running….I run and run…not knowing where my legs take me. Damn ankles don’t give in now….God knows how many times I’ve twisted it while running!!! I need you (damn ankles!!) to hold me up. Oh man!!! I get this feeling I’m going to get caught first!!...the pain…the agony!...its that uncomfortable…I’m going to vomit on myself feeling. The setting always has to be in some dark and dreary jungle type place….slippery dew covered leaves on the forest floor…not doing me any bloody favors. I think there were a few of us who got away first…wonder where they are now. Better not get in my way!!...I don’t need to be spotted, not that easily anyway. Fact is if there were a sniper anywhere in the vicinity I would probably be his prime target. Being all of 6ft something…throw some fur on me and you have yourself a skinny assed Indian big foot!!
Its always a surprise how a little bit of panic can add so much bounce to your running step. Damn!! At this rate I could freakin run a marathon. The surrounding seems familiar…I’ve been here before. God!! Please bless me with some moon light so I can see where the hell I’m going.
Ah!!...the all so familiar call up to the higher powers. Does not seem the practice when we really need God to make a tough decision about whether to bone your girlfriends best friend, Do we shout out “ Lord!! Grant me clarity of mind on whether I should step on this guys face or not!!!” or…”God I really need you to tell me if I should finish off this last glass of beer…hey I already had 15!!” the day that bloody happens I’ll cut my testicles off.
My skinny foot gets stuck between some protruding roots…damn! I fall…hard on my knees…I fiercely react to what the tree has done to me by giving it a swift donkey like kick…balls!! bad idea man! I sit with my back on the big tree trunk. My knees have been scrapped badly and they’re bleeding….bad! at least the shit didn’t totally hit the fan with my ankles giving way as well. Bastards!! I did not sign up for this shit man!
Voices!!...I hear voices…and when you can hear voices the bodies they come with are not too far away!! Screw this I’m not getting taken…not me! I decide to move with a little more stealth…ok ok…I’m tired and I need the breather! Trying to make sure I don’t make much noise, I avoid stepping on stuff that might go snap, crackle or pop! I get into a good rhythm….no! not snap crackle or pop!!...( you’re being an asswipe reader!!)…I feel myself blending into the surrounding( pls abstain from all racial jokes at this point!!)….I am the trees…I am the darkness…I am the forest! And I think I bloody need to take a piss!!
Why does this always have to happen to me!!? just when I was getting into the groove of it…reminds me of the time when I went on one of my very first dates and it required me to dance. The fact that my face was blistered with acme and that I had 2 skinny left feet did not help one bit. But I had heart man and I could see that my date appreciated it…slow dance was coming up and rubbing up against my date was going to be a reality…WHO DA MAN!!...but guess what…da man also needed to pee. So I ran off as fast as I could to the lil boy’s room, pants down….pee…jiggle…pants up…rinse…back to the dance floor.
And some smelly pakki was dancing with my date….bugger!! May the gods of dancing be unkind to you forever!! May your limbs be unbalanced…and…and…bollocks to you!
Pee I did. Hey as far as I’m concerned I’m doing the freakin forest a favor here…while I’m at it I should take a shit as well…ok I did not go as far as that…I personally think wiping ones ass with leaves is not cool. I was still being tracked down. I moved a bit more. Got in to a squat position and was deciding on where to go…left or right?....while contemplating the choices rather seriously…my mind wondered to the end….where I would claim freedom…and boast of my escape!!...Trium…WHAM!!!
A hand slapped on my shoulder….hells no!! I pounced up like someone had shoved a suppository up my ass…and ran like my hair was on fire! I ran without a thought…without any direction. I just wanted to get away. I prayed that whatever that was after me was not faster then me and then if it was it would be slowed down by a falling tree or something….run faster!!!
I had run a fair bit…and could not run any further.
I sat down by another tree…I was breathing heavily…..and I could hear every heart beat…as clearly as I could a bass drum of a marching band. Beads of sweat all over my face…my clothes were drenched and dirty. Knees aching. I missed home!...I missed my mom.
Damn…I could not believe a game of tag in pitch dark could be this scary.”
I would love to write a book someday…maybe I’m not good enough for the world right now…or even for you. But I would like to thank you for reading anyways. Its all in good fun aye. Thank you for riding with me.
“Its all starts off with the running….I run and run…not knowing where my legs take me. Damn ankles don’t give in now….God knows how many times I’ve twisted it while running!!! I need you (damn ankles!!) to hold me up. Oh man!!! I get this feeling I’m going to get caught first!!...the pain…the agony!...its that uncomfortable…I’m going to vomit on myself feeling. The setting always has to be in some dark and dreary jungle type place….slippery dew covered leaves on the forest floor…not doing me any bloody favors. I think there were a few of us who got away first…wonder where they are now. Better not get in my way!!...I don’t need to be spotted, not that easily anyway. Fact is if there were a sniper anywhere in the vicinity I would probably be his prime target. Being all of 6ft something…throw some fur on me and you have yourself a skinny assed Indian big foot!!
Its always a surprise how a little bit of panic can add so much bounce to your running step. Damn!! At this rate I could freakin run a marathon. The surrounding seems familiar…I’ve been here before. God!! Please bless me with some moon light so I can see where the hell I’m going.
Ah!!...the all so familiar call up to the higher powers. Does not seem the practice when we really need God to make a tough decision about whether to bone your girlfriends best friend, Do we shout out “ Lord!! Grant me clarity of mind on whether I should step on this guys face or not!!!” or…”God I really need you to tell me if I should finish off this last glass of beer…hey I already had 15!!” the day that bloody happens I’ll cut my testicles off.
My skinny foot gets stuck between some protruding roots…damn! I fall…hard on my knees…I fiercely react to what the tree has done to me by giving it a swift donkey like kick…balls!! bad idea man! I sit with my back on the big tree trunk. My knees have been scrapped badly and they’re bleeding….bad! at least the shit didn’t totally hit the fan with my ankles giving way as well. Bastards!! I did not sign up for this shit man!
Voices!!...I hear voices…and when you can hear voices the bodies they come with are not too far away!! Screw this I’m not getting taken…not me! I decide to move with a little more stealth…ok ok…I’m tired and I need the breather! Trying to make sure I don’t make much noise, I avoid stepping on stuff that might go snap, crackle or pop! I get into a good rhythm….no! not snap crackle or pop!!...( you’re being an asswipe reader!!)…I feel myself blending into the surrounding( pls abstain from all racial jokes at this point!!)….I am the trees…I am the darkness…I am the forest! And I think I bloody need to take a piss!!
Why does this always have to happen to me!!? just when I was getting into the groove of it…reminds me of the time when I went on one of my very first dates and it required me to dance. The fact that my face was blistered with acme and that I had 2 skinny left feet did not help one bit. But I had heart man and I could see that my date appreciated it…slow dance was coming up and rubbing up against my date was going to be a reality…WHO DA MAN!!...but guess what…da man also needed to pee. So I ran off as fast as I could to the lil boy’s room, pants down….pee…jiggle…pants up…rinse…back to the dance floor.
And some smelly pakki was dancing with my date….bugger!! May the gods of dancing be unkind to you forever!! May your limbs be unbalanced…and…and…bollocks to you!
Pee I did. Hey as far as I’m concerned I’m doing the freakin forest a favor here…while I’m at it I should take a shit as well…ok I did not go as far as that…I personally think wiping ones ass with leaves is not cool. I was still being tracked down. I moved a bit more. Got in to a squat position and was deciding on where to go…left or right?....while contemplating the choices rather seriously…my mind wondered to the end….where I would claim freedom…and boast of my escape!!...Trium…WHAM!!!
A hand slapped on my shoulder….hells no!! I pounced up like someone had shoved a suppository up my ass…and ran like my hair was on fire! I ran without a thought…without any direction. I just wanted to get away. I prayed that whatever that was after me was not faster then me and then if it was it would be slowed down by a falling tree or something….run faster!!!
I had run a fair bit…and could not run any further.
I sat down by another tree…I was breathing heavily…..and I could hear every heart beat…as clearly as I could a bass drum of a marching band. Beads of sweat all over my face…my clothes were drenched and dirty. Knees aching. I missed home!...I missed my mom.
Damn…I could not believe a game of tag in pitch dark could be this scary.”
I would love to write a book someday…maybe I’m not good enough for the world right now…or even for you. But I would like to thank you for reading anyways. Its all in good fun aye. Thank you for riding with me.
Monday, December 06, 2004
hey there fearless readers of my bloggy blog blog....
i have not been bloggin for a bit cause i've had a busy couple of weeks. not complaning about being kept occupied of course. got back home from junior church camp last saterday and it was a blast!!...i dont think anyone was able to keep a straight face with me around,..sorry organizers of every camp i've ever been too for being a disruptive force. i became the honorary member of the bimbots club...you gals freakin rule man!! the guys from boys town were sweet and vulgar at the same time. and i'm proud to say i'm a citizen of pakistania and we have weapons of mass disruption!!...well after all the screams, slurpees and simulated attention giving...the camp was just way too short. no worries i'm already looking forward to next yrs camp with the juniors!
i wont be around this week cause i'm to for another camp with the senior youths from church. we're going to some place in malaysia. should be cool i reckon. so if i'm not going to be in singapore then i wont be online either. i promise to come back and write emails to those that deserve one...and its that time of the yr when i want to go shopping for presents for the ppl i love the mostest in the world!!!
thats about it for now. take care ppl....and drive safe ok.
i have not been bloggin for a bit cause i've had a busy couple of weeks. not complaning about being kept occupied of course. got back home from junior church camp last saterday and it was a blast!!...i dont think anyone was able to keep a straight face with me around,..sorry organizers of every camp i've ever been too for being a disruptive force. i became the honorary member of the bimbots club...you gals freakin rule man!! the guys from boys town were sweet and vulgar at the same time. and i'm proud to say i'm a citizen of pakistania and we have weapons of mass disruption!!...well after all the screams, slurpees and simulated attention giving...the camp was just way too short. no worries i'm already looking forward to next yrs camp with the juniors!
i wont be around this week cause i'm to for another camp with the senior youths from church. we're going to some place in malaysia. should be cool i reckon. so if i'm not going to be in singapore then i wont be online either. i promise to come back and write emails to those that deserve one...and its that time of the yr when i want to go shopping for presents for the ppl i love the mostest in the world!!!
thats about it for now. take care ppl....and drive safe ok.
