Milk Bottle Blues

The Old Post

2007-05-18T00:24:00.000+08:00

hiatus of almost 1.5 years.....things have changed so much since my last entry....my whole team's disbanded with the exception of the sbc actress...that's right. SBC. it does bring back some old cheer. infact, xiang yun jie and huang wen ge have been featured on tv very recently... it would be kind of them to rerun some of the old 80s' serials on prime time tv... kinda of a tribute to pioneering actors/actresses who brought joy,laughter,tears into modern singapore tv in a big way. it really has come such a long way, singapore drama serials. One excellant drama series comes into my mind right now - DO NOT DISTURB. managed to catch the one with mark lee and that georgeous actress whose name i remember not... sigh... age has definitely caught up if i can actually be writting about SBC.

Botak Chin definition
Aged - moving along the routine,re-winding the past,thin on the head

Cyberpunk Spore

2005-09-08T23:15:00.000+08:00

Read an interesting article in the The Straits Times today (8th Sept 05)... on page 21 was America's "cyberpunk" genre original Bruce Sterling.. commenting on his observations in our small little nation..

an ego booster for the elite managing our country ? i say "elite" for lack of a better word to describe our countries' best.. actually, i feel a little proud also..just a teeny weeny little... read his testimony....

the part where i suddenly feel glad to be part of the spore nation....

"If Singapore had just been hit by a giant typhoon, the regime wouldn't be snivelling and making excuses about the hunger and looting. Eco-catastrophe and martial law would surely put the Singapore power-elite really on top of their game. They wouldn't spin their "clean-up effort". They would assign resources, put trained people on the job and actually clean up. Because they are not just a spin machine. They possess competence.

Competence doesn't seem like a big deal until you are forced to realize that your own government has none."

Botak Chin definition
Competence
Good in the presence of fools

Password Recovery

2005-09-04T02:57:00.000+08:00

It's been a while since i updated this blog...what's it like...hmm.....4 months ??! damn....even forgot my password for blogging... so usual of me... to embark on a fad/trend(start a blog) and lose my interest after a few months..... just so me.....this brings me back to the time (2003) when i was "suddenly" into vinyls again....went out to buy my vinyl cleaner which cost me 450; got my turntable cleaned and all, started searching for records and now... what happend ? hahahaha.....even the shop that sold me the cleaner has folded.... hahaha... and i have got records purchased which have not even had the opportunity for foreplay... what a shame.. how can i find the time to explore them... touch them intimately... seek the pleasure i so deprive...

so what's been happening?....in a nutshell....shitloads and tons have happened in this short 4 months span...

1) experienced mutiny at work
2) engaged in child's play at home
3) read some daVinci codes
4) suffered emotional work duress
5) endured repression of innate characteristics
6) got a well deserved pay increment

it wasn't all that bad but just that i had to deal with an abnormal congregation of idiotic life events that happens to some people at one time or another.. life is somethimes made more interesting and eventful in this way... stronger and wiser i came out of this greyhole... that's just how life is...crappy events will hit you from time to time, you just need to try to learn from the experience and avoid them again in future but of course it is easier said then done... that's where the gods derive their pleasure from i think... seeing how a person acts out the scenes according to their scripts...

"I wish I got my strength from the sun" how aptly crafted by leslie (the obs)..

3 Gals and 4 Pairs of Socks

2005-04-21T23:54:00.000+08:00

i live to tell the tale of my recent trip last week....

..another one of those days i guess...what the phuck you expect..afterall i woke up at 5 am...checking in was smooth..btw..did i mention i was there at changi at 6 freaking am !!....I fell asleep on the CX even before the plane started to move; must have been the motion..... as long as the transport mode is moving..i can sleep....hahaha.... the outram institute seniors used to call me Sleeping King [SK]..... nowadays i am known as King of Obscure Music [KOM]....wonder how this came about.....flattered to be conferred..hahaha...hilarious....

on that eventful day of the 13th, SK was taking the flight out of s'pore and heading towards zhu hai (pearl sea) in china for the LAD conference....zzzzzzzzzzz...... was awoken by sound and motion around me... the passengers were standing around, fidgeting, muttering and SK vaguely heard my neighbour cursed.. "knn....si beh sway..take this flight"... KOM realised than that the plane was still on the runway but moving slower than usual....reality eventually hit me...what you expect..KOM am not that young anymore.... the time :926 am.... what the hell...SKOM was suppose to be the early party having taken flight 1/2 an hour ahead of the rest.....to think that SKOM actually sacrificed my SQ flight for this moment...haha... what a irony...

the ang moh captain anounced finally at around 10 that the hydraulics repair was going to last at least 1 1/2 hours and that we would be confined from this aisle to that aisle..the grandiose scheme of fuckup back up plans...the man in the yellow jacket was quite pissed...starting rambling loudly about how Cathay should have allowed us out and and how there should be a spare plane to replace the faulty one..blah blah blah...gosh...then a thought struck me... i was going to take the same plane out...what if the repair job was still not thorough... i mean had the captain not made the call to turn back earlier, i might have been talking to Keeper of Souls already.. and then i was still destined to take the same aircraft to HK... man.... the thought of it frankly did creep me out a little... "any last words before i expire ?"...haha....

after waiting for ages..."last call for mr xxx...blah blah blah.."....we finally took off at about 12.30.. by then i had already informed irene and gang to proceed without me...damn..just hated the thought of having to travel alone to zhu hai... i had to find out about how to get there and all, fortunately i called the csm before take off to get more info...I was hoping to be able to catch the last 530pm ferry at Tsim Tsai Tsui China Ferry terminal but alas...luck was not with me..hahaha..how did i figure that out.... i ended up having to take the 730pm ferry at the HK Island Ferry Terminal where the bigger surprise awaited...i 've been fucking waiting for almost the whole fucking day...man....just trying to catch up...catch the flight ..catch the ms folks...catch the rehersals...catch my sleep...catch the mtr...catch the ferry....catch my last minute preparation...bollocks man !

having purchased my ferry ticket.. i came out of the ticketing office only to catch a glimpse of the MS GM was standing just outside the entrance to the boarding area..he was leaning against the railing and speaking on the mobile phone in...hush tones.. i figured that from him having to put his hand to form a sickle-shaped cover while talking...mistress in zhu hai ? having been caught in many situations where i had to interact with him, i avoided him by fleeting away to the other side of the complex... walked around...bought some bread..walked around again...went to the 1st level...hey the same lady..walked around again... all the while hoping that he would go into the ferry ahead of me... and boy was i caught off guard when i returned to the departure area to see the GM leaning..now against the wall adjacent to the entrance with his full frontal facing me...needless to say, i walked up to him to greet him...and for once i was hopeful that once inside, he would board the ferry and take his No 1 seat and leave me to my No 56 seat..as my luck would have it...we could only board at 715pm..i ended up "chatting" with the GM for almost 20 minutes and here i was trying to engage intelligently....what a horrowshow...this would not be my last meeting..he was to attend the same conference and listen to my incredible pu tong hua presentation..i am pretty sure he was incredulous at the performing "clown" that day...

Botak Chin definition
Intelligence
Often a comparison of stupidity among the obnoxious clever. For the general normal, it is often a remorseless realisation of the lack of superior mental age. For me..I really don't give a toss..

upon arrival at zhu hai..we made our way to the hotel van that was waiting to pick up its' guests periodically...while just before departing from the ferry, i made the mistake of asking if he already had dinner..to which his response was "I ate some snacks earlier"... ok lor... so i extended the courtesy invite of dinner with the rest of the crew; they had called me earlier to ask where i was and we have made arrangements... surprisingly he agreed to dinner and along the way i quickly text the rest to inform them of the "uninvited" presence...lo and behold.. as soon as i had pressed [send]..the van turned into the hotel...hahaha...i felt cursed...what a way to end a 15 hour journey to the pearl sea....

3 gals and 4 pairs of socks is really about the 4 brightly coloured socks which had to be distributed evenly between 3 female colleagues of mine.

The feat of distribution is beyond me..pardon the pun

Quarter End Fleece

2005-04-02T00:58:00.000+08:00

today must have been the earliest i left office on the last day of quarter end... infact, most of us left early except for the poor enterprise team... well.. sadly sales people just don't try hard enough to put in the revenue early.. it would be so much easier for everyone but reality bites...
we might have been a little insensitive today.. i guess towards the end of the day... as much as we tried, subtle fun was hard to conceal as we cajoled grace to join us for prata at biopolis.. in the end..her soft cell relented.. great pycho tactics Lee and Vonda..*smile*... and thanks to God as well... you know what i mean..grace..

i was throughly disappointed again when the prata shop chose to close early for a friday... another missed day...damn ! next time we gotta leave the office earlier... ok?? grace?!? hehheh :p... we ended up eating food from the chinese store directly opposite the prata stall..... which was not too bad..simple and resonably affordable.. $3.80 for a bowl of steamed rice with a huge piece of minced pork...a bowl of *yummy*soup and a plate of veggies... tasty... though i am a indian food lover.. i can live with this.. besides i had 3 great girls for company...

there is something about this bunch of guys and gals that i manage...as i get to know them better.. i have no doubt that i am the most normal person in the team..*smile*..

after dinner, we ended up at my place.... the kids were a little frightened for sure... gotta ask the girls to put on some make up next time..hahaha... linus was so shy to see the 3 of them that he flocked to my mom.. for a good 10 minutes, he just looked blankly..mildly apprehensive of the 3 zie zie.. erica was no better..she was trying to sleep when she was awaken by my opening of the sliding door... she stared stonely at us..with the pacifier in her month in her typically frowning look... such a cute girl.. man i am falling in love with you... sorry linus.. you are getting older now... and poor jeremy, lee sent him a pic of erica..must have tugged his heart-strings...

grace did a great job for slowly getting linus to open up... lee.. you are trying too hard.. besides.. he is only 3 years old.. its still a long 17 years to go..gotta be patient man.. *laugh* linus started to warmed up as we started playing with his thomas train set.. and erica was so comfortable to sit with vonda... would you girls consider being a part time baby sitter for my kids :)

in the next 30 minutes that followed.. there was so much laughter from the 2 kids... linus was laughing much everytime lee tried to guide the 2nd train from running too close to the 1st train.. it was so hilarious for all to witness a 3 year old boy just being completely himself around the 3 zie zie.....so uninhibited..so pure..so real...such innocence apart from the occasional "wah lau eh".. *lol*... of course erica had also her own share of fun... trying to grab the trains off the track and throwing some of the pieces around... wifey was back from her dinner by then.. she was enjoying the sight as well....

we left the house at 2155 to pick up jeremy from sim.. and headed towards al-ameen this time for the cheese prata.. was fortunate to find a parking lot quickly.. no unpleasant incidents this time round.. the cheese prata was decent..fish curry was thick...better than most i have tasted.. while we were eating, i was trying hard to get grace to invite us over to her place for a birthday celebration for vonda (?!).. don't think she is keen for us to "pop" by.. privacy issue i guess... it is not concluded for sure.. me being so thick in the head and skin will push my luck...

just in case i forget the next person's birthday.. i decided to mark it down here.. no one can accuse me for not letting them take off and all... i can also take note of the next "celebration"..

JY -26th February
SL- 3rd March
VL - 26th April
YW - 8th July [another guess]
GY - 8th August
ML(M) - 23rd November
ML(F) - 7th October [so uncannily close to mine..haha]

when i came home..realised that i had missed 3 calls from prabhu.. olv name change issue must be.. i text him and thankfully he returned my call.. he was having a discussion with len and the aoc folks ...they had better fix that freaking issue !

finally received his good news at 0112 hrs...brillant ! now i can sleep peacefully...

The Tainted Cross

2005-03-30T00:16:00.000+08:00

came across this entry in a local blog - http://starsrainwaves.blogspot.com/
about 1/4 down, after the picture of a funeral procession is a brutally honest piece about the misforgivings of a girl on how sometimes a religion can become a pain in the arse.. i could relate to what she felt cos quite a similar thing happened when my grandma passed away 8 years ago... though not with such blantant disregard but it was almost as bad....

'ah poeh'... as i affectionally used to call my grandma was my comfort mum during my childhood days..... while mum and dad were working day and night to pay the pills, 'ah poeh' was the one who took care of my well being in the day till my parents were back... up till today, i am still in awe of how she had managed to do it.. 'ah poeh' was 70 years my senior...!!! borned in 1902, she took care of me when i was a infant child right up to when i was aged 13 i think... it had to be..since my rebellious ways then would have made her give up on me.. besides an old woman at the age of 83 would have been quite relief to just sit back and watch the days go by....

now.... i look back at the past and i feel a tinge of guilt... for sometimes taking 'ah poeh' for granted.. i hanker for the days when she was still around.. where everything was a lot more lively... where throngs of relatives would gather at my house to celebrate the chinese new year...the loud talking (kheks are really really loud people when they congregate).. the bubbly atmosphere....it was a sight to remember..... dad was the 8th or 9th child in a family of 10... imagine the chaos when all of them came together in the mornings of lunar new year 1st.. this is not including the courtesy visits from the children of 'saey poeh' - small wife.... ah kong, you're the man !! 3 wives ?!?! hahaha...so much for monogamy...

'ah poeh' passed away while i was still studying in loughborough.. i remember my younger sis calling me to ask me if i was going back; she was studying in australia then... i told her sternly that we had to go back.. this is the 'ah poeh', the one person who looked after us for so long when we were kids... perhaps my sister did not feel much affinity since grandma stopped looking after her when her bodily systems were not fucntioning too well.. but i felt differently... here was one great woman whom sacrificed much of her time to raise me and it was a non too compelling a thought that i would just stay back in the university to study as my mum had suggested... i booked the next flight out on the following day.... i knew i had to go back home to show my respect..

the non-christian led procession was a happy-sad affair... happy for the fact the my grandma live to a riped old age of 95... she even survived 2 of her children which must have been very painful... but probably not as painful and sad as the refusal of her 2nd eldest son to lead the ceremony as the next eldest male in the family... christian beliefs were cited as the reason for not wanting to partake in the fareware affair... in the end it was left to my catholic dad to restore the continuity in the procedings.. sadly.... piously bounded christian faith with a lack of piety to your parents might just be the most atrocious sin of them all... i remember seeing the family of 4 taking refuge outside the house admist all the tongue wagging and the loud clangs of the procession... up till today, my dad has barely spoken to his elder brother...

Botak Chin definition
Sibling
A unique human relation between two blood kin which continually invoke potent spells of friend and foe-like behaviour thoughout the life linkage. This human behaviour may sometimes stagnate at an unpleasant state or vice versa even after death of a member.

Will God send my dad to Hell for what he did in respect of his mother ?

Explicit Childspeak

2005-03-23T23:53:00.000+08:00

hey bro linus...eh...... i think you are a bit too young to be sprouting rubbish...

mummy! daddy! 24.....24 years ! this is the how long I will put up with erica....cos by 21, i'd expect her to get married and be out of this house!...stop touching that car...erica !

my two adorable children.....when you grow up strong and tall and independent....when you start to exhibit signs of wordly adult knowledge that many adult humans seek...please remember to treat each other with respect and be kind to the people around you just as i have always tried to be.... follow these thoughts to stay sane in the brave new world....

"do not do unto others what you dont want others to do unto you" - the bible (?)
"everyday i am learning something new" - botak chin

as long as you know that you have done your best.....you will be fine...
God will protect you and bless you always...

both of you are always my bao3 bei4....with love always..daddy..

Tortoise Orgasm

2005-03-17T23:10:00.000+08:00

Today i did not manage to play any halo 1/2..... was damn busy fighting "fire" at work and was also trying to rest my hollow head for tonight's tortoise concert at the esplanade... i was totally looking forward to it.... finally one of the crème de la crème band from the city of chicago pays us a visit... it is truly an honor...really...

i took 2 pain killers this morning to hopefully contain the slight flu-like consciousness in my head... my colleagues must also be thinking.. why... there is a water buffalo in the office today... i was pleading to be very well for the concert and also for the prata run the next day.. thankfully at 4pm, i was still denied the opportunity to catch a glimpse of dr michael fung...

meet wifey at wtc, had a quickie bite at splizza's.. phuck up service if you ask me... maybe because we only ordered a 8" pizza, a soup and a lime juice between the both of us.. what is wrong with this indian girl ? i phucking abhor this... hopefully the indians serving the prata tomorrow will be better...

we got to the esplanade concert hall 6 minutes before the show began... a lady's voice boomed from the overhead speakers "ladies and gentlement, the tortoise's concert is about to begin in 6 minutes time, please make your way into the concert hall now. late comers will not be allowed inside after the concert begins and will have to wait for the break before being allowed in." .. i stopped to look at the band's cds.. 30 bucks per piece... i only had 1 of them and there were 4 on display...sigh.... i am already pretty broke.. wifey had commented that my "savings are very low"...during the ride there.. must be those lousy soccer bets...phuck..

anyhow.. i took my distracted eyes and moved along with the mass.... "indie" events are still attracting quite a crowd...... the young.. student-like... beauty-cool girls and the longhaired bandboys...the music industry people.. can't be sure that i can term this an indie event after all it is part of a jazz festival... but tortise isn't really jazz is it?.... saw many people that i had mild acquaintances with in the past inside... felt like back in time for a moment... my sit i await in, with anticipation like a schoolboy going on a first date..

the observatory opened the show at 40 past 7.. leslie now spots a goatee with his jesus christ hairstyle.. the band also has a new drummer to spice things up... looked like abdul nizam from the nonames i muttered to wifey.. it started well for them, a tight affair to begin with.. they played a total of 4 songs from their new album i think.. 2 of the songs sounded much like the church.. leslie had always liked the band.. subconciously ingrained? the gallery people on my right applauded loudly throughout...there was no encore when they concluded.... i walked up to stage to commend on their performance..the break followed and the muscians worked actively to unplug and plug their stuff... it is time.....

the lights were dimmed, tortoise took to stage.. cooly...there was no introduction.. the 5 of them went straight to their instruments and started playing... the sounds that emitted..whoa.. just blew my mind... and probably everyone else's as well.. on the background was a super large screen that flashed complex patterns and electronic art forms.. the 1st track..there were 2 bass players..cool i thought.. and when the song ended, one of the bass players went to play this instrument that looked like a electronic xylophone.. as they played on, it was like musical chairs on stage.. there would be 2 drummers on certain songs and there would be 2 bassist on others... the keyboardist would go play the drums and the drummer would go play the xylophone like instrument... the band members just took turns to play on different instruments...phew..... the coolest act i have seen in a long while... i can feel it coming....and music that they created was unbelievable...the wall of sound created by the synthesizers, the keyboards, the double drums, the full bass and the free jazz guitarist was simply orgasmic...when they played their 2nd last song...i was propelled to my edge of my seat, head bobbing......man...give it to me one more time !!!

we refused to leave after the last song.. the crowd stood its ground and just clapped away... after about 5 mins.. tortoise came on again!...man......i am like a little boy tonight..just fed endlessly with sweets....what a night! their set continued for another good 20 minutes....... i left the concert hall most happy...like a boy who got his sweets and then his 1st frenched kiss... the exuberance i felt...i can't describe.. whoa.. i sounded like a broken record later throughout... can't help it man...

Sheer Brillance

Botak Chin definition

Orgasm [awr-gazzem]
A state of undiminished high that can sometimes last more than a few seconds. May cause annoyance in others and disturbance to others if not quickly subdued. In extreme cases, it induces normal speech pattern breakdown causing the person to blabber non stop.

12 Storeys

2005-03-08T22:56:00.000+08:00

This has no reference to the eric khoo artistic local movie in 1997, but instead, to the successful tragic suicide attempt that took place in Tampines recently. Ironically, the movie version also had a man committing suicide in the opening scenes from the 12th floor.... that is essentially where the similarities end.. one is reel and the other is real.... reading through the Newpaper version when i got home... i felt.. a sad... disturbance evolving inside....

The massive life truncation of the family of four was shocking news on the monday evening television... monday blues you say ?... the head of the family jumped to his death; while the police were trying to establish contact with his family, they found them dead on the same day in their homes..mother weechyelian, son and daughter side by side...jonathan and jeena were only 12 and 4 years of age respectively... what the f**k was simon lee thinking about...

Nothing saddens me more than the death of young innocent children who had their life journeys abruptly cut short by the selfish doings of the so called rational-thinking adult... they say that simon was in debt..and so what the f**k does that have to do with the children ? am i in anger?? yes i am but with whom i don't know.... God or simon...simon or God... you tell me..... did our very good God lose a bet with the devil.."no. 666.... you take this family".. i am pretty damn sure it was a very difficult choice.. "let My will be done" i hear You say.. dare i question more ?...

And what kind of shit brains have we here at the New Paper crew !??!? did you see the illustration they used ?!? a purple barney toy painstakenly merged with that of 2 shoes pointing towards the sky (presumably signalling death) and a fucking caption that read "Little Sheena died with her favourite toy". I always thought these clowns had the smartest, wittiest copy writters around since their sales depended on the punch lines but this is utterly insensitive crap at its worst.. does the New Paper for a fucking moment, seriously think that we cared about the freaking barney !?!? a death is a die, do we want to know what toys partook in this event !?! Some respect should be accorded where necessary.. unfortunately common sense took a back seat today.

Botak Chin definition
Suicide [su-i-cide]
An ill-taken action by an individual or individuals which typically achieves temporary emotional and physical relief without the need to bear responbility for the aftermath.

Sadness is engulfed by Anger

Leaving Highway 61

2005-03-01T01:50:00.000+08:00

Before I left the office, I receive an email from "Zap-Fer" to the "Lost Sheep"...read the mail briefly..humourous..contained within also a song.. told meself that I would hear it back home.... In it accompanies the remark "hope you can catch the lyrics…well you know…as one grow older, their ears not that sharp"... haha... well.. I am really hard on hearing these days or have i been on extended selector mode to hear only what I want to hear....

Botak Chin definition
Noise [Noyz]
Vocal expressions which does not confine to the psychological state of an individual and hence is filtered/purged from the system naturally. This ensures that harmony and equilabrium is maintained within, without the need for a fix. Under harsh conditions, noise may sometimes be altered and embalmed.

Back home, I downloaded and play the song.. easy slow strumming in minors suggested that it would be a sad song... the well crafted tune prompted me to find out more about the band and of course...to locate the lyrics.. i am totally, absolutely a visual person.... the lyrics were simple and touching.. is this in refrence to the parable of the "Lost Sheep" i can't recall but really heart warming song.. Thank You so much for the song...Zephyr.. thank you for the thoughts..May God bless you always !

I'm lost and broken all alone on this road
The wheels keep turning but the feeling is gone
when I fear I'm on my own
But you remind me i am not alone

You say..

I'd leave ninety-nine
Leave them all behind
To find you (For you alone)
I'd leave ninety-nine
Leave them all behind
To find you

It's dark and lonely and the path is unclear
Can't move my feet because I'm frozen with fear
And you say, my child, my child
i am always here, i'm by your side

I'd leave ninety-nine
Leave them all behind
To find you (For you alone)
I'd leave ninety-nine
Leave them all behind
To find you

You're never too far down, i promise you'll be found,
i'll reach into the mud, the miry clay
persue you to the end, like a faithful friend,
nothing in this world, will keep me away,

I'd leave ninety-nine
Leave them all behind
To find you (For you alone)
I'd leave ninety-nine
Leave them all behind
To find you............ Leaving 99-Audio Adrenaline

There is always comfort in knowing that you can fall back on God and good individuals......., perhaps the utmost draw of being in a religion is that a person subconsciously knows that a higher being will always be there to guide them and help them in times of need whether manifasted in true form or in the perceived consciousness of the mind..

btw...a strange thing happened when i replayed this beautiful track the 4th time..the dinning room light went off leaving me in almost complete darkness spare the lights in my computer room... what are you trying to tell me..God ?

Religion is such a complex roadmap these days... so many choices out there... buddhism, christanity, judaism; taoism, islam, catholicism etc etc etc.. how does Man make a choice if all of the undelying basic principals are almost the same.. the commandments of each religion may be stated in one form or another..but basically, essentially and personally, i think that they all guide us to execute goodness of all forms in our daily lives towards everything living.. how does a person come to the conclusion that their religious beliefs is the truest and only correct form to embrace... Is there perhaps only One God in this world manifasted in many forms accordingly to the circumstances and enviromental settings of that age ?

Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No." Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"
God says, "Out on Highway 61." Highway 61 Revisited-Bob Dylan

Where would a perfectly good-deed doer Athiest be after his death ?

Let His Will Be Done..

The Office Heretic

2005-02-26T01:06:00.000+08:00

THE OFFICE SPACE, IS PATHETIC.
IN YOUR FACE, I AM SYMPATHETIC.
BY YOUR EYES, IT IS CHAOTIC.
FROM YOUR CRIES, IT IS FRANTIC.
NAME YOUR PRICE, LET'S BE PRACTIC.

TALK TO BOSS, SHE IS CIVIC.
IDEA TO TOSS, BUT NO LOGIC.
JAWS TO PAUSE, OH SO DRASTIC.
IT IS COST, YOU IDIOTIC.
IN MY CROSS, JUST SO CYNIC.

Dedicated to the Sardine Pack

Intelli Conduct

2005-02-26T00:02:00.000+08:00

Your Dominant Intelligence is Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence

You are naturally athletic and coordinated, good at making your mind and body work together. Sports are fun and easy for you, especially those requiring good hand - eye coordination.

There's also a good chance you're a great dancer, or good at expressing yourself through body language. You learn best by doing, and you feel like you've always got to be moving (even if it's just your hands).

You would make a good athlete, physical education teacher, dancer, actor, firefighter, or artisan.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

VD Psycho Babble

2005-02-15T02:48:00.000+08:00

That Petrol Emotions' Babble album in 86' or 87' (i think), was pure stoned-washed muzik to my ears.. angst ridden with guitar noize aplenty; something which caught my attention in a period where the local airwaves were constantly dominated by radio friendly tunes; could they have played anything else? *ironic chuckle* a-ha, madonna, miami sound machine...plenty of love songs....

I think my 1st VD (as the joe boys fondly used to call it) was celebrated in 86..can't recall how the day went but i remember receiving a brown huggable Pound Puppy (aka the sausage dog) soft toy for a gift from a "connected" convent girl in church.. is it still the fad nowadays to give stuff toys to the one you fancy??? it was a good sensation to receive...can't remember what i gave to her... where is she now? what has happened to her in recent times? the grapevine has it that she's left her family here and migrated to the uk.... my audrey my.....my muse original... God bless you and hope that you are fine wherever you are...

aaah...good memories and sad ones too... collided in my head... the movies we watched at Cathay, the Yami yoghurt we shared at Picnics Scotts, the colored pen-touched letters that we exchanged, that fleeting moment of bliss the 1st time our lips touched, the testerone driven during our intimate moments, my sorrowful laden tears shed.... anyhow, there was definitely a good feel to celebrate VD with an equally infatuated teen of the opposite sex... so young, so full of energy, so full of passion... naturally everyone teased us about it..puppy love as they called it.. we will oblivious..love was blind..

almost 20 years have passed...the toy and letters are no longer in possession...yesterday i spent my VD looking after my 2 kids, playing with them..not much went through me head about celebrating it with wifey..perhaps was because wifey said that she did not celebrate VD...

the legacy of VD however, remains unchanged even till today.. commercialism still rules... marketeers union in jubilation... petty cafe/restaurants continue to present their creative pricing boldly... the roses at the family flower shop paraded proudly.. will there ever be another that will replace this popular perenial..

can we consider all these extravagance perverse ? .. maybe yes and maybe no...there will always be the black and the white.. an evening romance may cost a leg and an arm....but whence in 365 days can you find an immediate 50% increase in exposed, shameless courage... the number of man/woman/boys and girls braving their natural instincts to pop the question "will you be my valentine?"

MS Encarte definition
Val·en·tine’s Day (plural Val·en·tine’s Days) noun
February 14, the Christian feast day of St. Valentine and the traditional day for sending a romantic card or gift, especially anonymously, to somebody you love.

Botak Chin definition
Val·en·tine’s Day (plural Val·en·tine’s Days) noun
February 14, a day of reckoning for some, where courage is increased 3-folds, where pride and ego can be parked aside, where man and woman stray clueslessly and willingly into the trappings of the commercial flytrap all for a feel of this sensation called love..

for what it's worth.... Happy Valentine's Day !

The Rooster Punk

2005-02-09T01:00:00.000+08:00

I just can't seem to get a grip of myself in the year of the cock.. there is a sense of apprehension in the air as i accompany this large bird into 2005... silly old rooster... how will you treat your long time friend, the rat, this year? will you be pecking me along the well trodden path or off the beaten track? any more surprises in stored for me?

i had an accident in the early hours of the 5th of february, it is said that the new year began on the 4th..so depending on which ancient theory is popularised here, i either ended the year on a low..very LOW or i began the year with a BANG! literally.. but seriously did it matter? i am just glad to be alive... can i then consider it as a good fortune since i escaped unscathed again and did not harm anyone? Mr Good Fortune, what is your selection criteria for this year? where am i in the queue? am i still in the queue or have i exhausted my number? can someone teach me how i can be exacting good fortune? how do i know if "Good Fortune" is indeed good fortune or just part of the game play for the Gods above?

questions, questions and more questions....*sigh*....is this an early indication of mid-life crisis ?

Will I dare do anything outstanding, different from the last? I can't even recall my new year resolution last year ..did i have one in the 1st place? think it was too lose some weight..

Dont play punk mr rooster...pretty please...

China Chick

Meeting with God

2005-02-05T14:20:00.000+08:00

As my two young friends lay in God's embrace, i sat down to have the meeting with the Man himself... He opened the Book of Days....squinted His eyes... too many fine prints in my life i guess...*sigh*... the words that came out... "I'll give you another chance."

I woke up and saw that I was about to hit the yellow top taxi, instincts took over..I swerved to avoid the taxi...had no idea if there was another car around...heard a bang...then another...everything happened so quickly...i just wanted to put the car to a stop without killing myself and my two youngs friends...in a flash..it was all over.. I managed to halt the car by the shoulder of the AYE... i got out of my car instantly to see if the other car was ok... I was glad that no other vehicles were involved but i was shocked to see that the taxi had come a halt with its back facing the direction of the travel...how the hell did that happen ? my two passengers were shellshocked i believed....they got off the car with me....

I saw the cab driver get out of the car..he crossed the road precariously.. the driver with the tired eyes childed me for driving like this and causing the accident... i was sober-shocked by then.... i apologised repeatedly.... i saw his sorry and weary eyes looking at me, i recall hearing him say "wah..you will get me into a lot of trouble this time".. he crossed back to his car a couple of times to get some pen and paper..lee shouted out to him to be careful when crossing..........
...i am really sorry mr ong bk....i really am..

as we wrestled about calling the police and all...they both came within 5 minutes of each other...the ambulance then followed by the bmw... someone driving by could have called for the ambulance which then triggered a call for the police..the cab driver claimed that he had not called for them... the medics spoke to all of us to check that none of us sustained any injuries.. fortunately none had..they waited for the TP to arrive before making their departure... vonda and lee tries to reassure me that all will be fine....lee surprised me by giving me a reassuring clasp and rub on my shoulder...exactly what i needed to calm me down....thank you lee

the man in blue beacons me to go over...i walked towards the police seargent.. as i passed the taxi passenger...i took a puff from his fag.. he gave it to me willingly and knowingly.....i thank God that he was not injured..as I handed him back his fag.. i apologised to him again.."sorry bro...to make you go through this...really sorry man.." he reassures me that he is fine....

The police seargent spoke a provoking manner....

"har..you were drinking right when you drove ?"..."do you know you are disturbing my rest time?".."I saw you taking a smoke from that guy..from now on..you are not suppose to drink, eat or smoke anything.. you understand?..I will add another charge to you if you go against this order"....

i could only recall these questions being thrown at me .... amidst the confusion, dread and fear i had to grapple with..he read some criminal legislation rights to me...

i took the breatheanalyzer test.. the red rectangular screen flashed...FAIL... i had to be arrested and brought back to the hq for a more complete test at ubi.. the seargent's assistance asked me how my car will be dealt with.."so we tow your car back to ubi ?".."anyone coming to drive your car back?".. I thank Vonda for taking the initiative to call her brothers to come and help drive the car back... we had to wait for another 20 minutes or so..... i bade farewell to them and took the bmw back to the hq...Thank you vonda.

inside the police car, the seargent treated me surprisingly friendly...the chatter was amiable..he said that because i was co-operative and not "guai lan", he had decided not to handcuffed me.... i found out that he had a son and that he was younger than myself...a speedster he admitted he was and hence does not drink...maybe that was why he was driving the bm ferociously..i joked that he should drive a little bit slower and give me some "time"...

we arrived at the ubi hq in no time.. i walked along silently..fearing for the worst... the seargent passed a remark that he hoped that i would be fine..."i hope so lah" I replied....i was asked to take a seat while they proceeded to complete their reports... shortly, i was called upon be another policeman.. i took my stand before this complex squarish looking machine...instructions were briefed to me slowly...the test limit was 36 ug/100ml.. and after our details were keyed into the system, i blew into the device... paranoia crept in..it was a anxious 10 secs wait for the results....25.. the policeman informed me that i had passed, it is was plain from his voice that he was surprised...the seargent who brought me in enquired about my results and was silently pleased that i had passed i felt...

it was not the end.... they took my phone and keys and escorted me to this "waiting room" where there were a couple already inside.. this modern jail room was air conditiond with 3 seating rows; 2 rows facing each other and the other just hidden behind the wall encasing the 2 rows... before i went in, i asked if i would be allowed to make a call for bail.. he told me that i would be given time later and i was escorted into the "waiting room"..

i am not sure how long i had to wait..as i felt sleepy, i laid my tired body across the chairs and fall asleep... i was awaken by a shout inside the room, the couple in the same room was being asked about something.. before i could gather my thoughts, another plainsclothes policeman waved for me to come out through the clear windows of the room... this must be my turn for statements.. the young looking policeman brought me to another interview room..there were 4 pcs there and i noted ironically that this man's t-shirt printed "SINGHA Beer"... this was the interviewing officer(IO) who took and type my statements rapidly into the pc... he prompted me along for my indication of how the accident took place... at one instance i told him that i dozed off and that was likely the cause of the accident.. he looked wide-eyed at me..pause..said "you tell me how you want me to write this?" and that "dozing off" statement was likely to get me the maximum punishment which was a fine between 1-3k and a loss of license... i told him that i had only wanted to be honest..." i need your expertise here man"... the masterpiece statement was completed after a while....i signed on the 3 sheets...as i walked out of the room, i saw my dad and wifey out there... i heard a chuckle(?) from my dad and there was a strange calmness about my wifey...I was told to come back on the 18th for the verdict..i can only pray now..the time was 5.10am

after the bail was completed, i walked silently to my dad's vehicle..i apologise to my wifey for the damage on her car.. it was unliked her, she was calm throughout the journey..no hysterical ramblings and shouting unlike the 1st major accident i had 5 years back..not sure what to make out of this..

This morning i woke up slightly more level headed.. as i paced through the events that occured..i became emotional...i messaged lee and vonda to aplogise and enquire if there were bodily injures.. both responded well..a strange kinda of calmness.... no one could understand how i felt...no one...i almost lost my life 5 years back and I almost lost it yesterday..am i afraid of dying? probably not... but to almost single-handedly destroy the lives of two young individuals is something which i cannot come to terms with...a punishment which is worse than death had it occured..I can only thank the Holy Spirit for guiding the vehicle to prevent this catastrophe, how else do you explain the fact that no other vehicles were hit when i swerved to avoid the taxi? luck?

To witness the same scene repeated was too much to bear..everyone whom i text to wrote the "same" messages..deriding the incident to a mere factual crash and as long as no one was injured, it was fine...who could understand the emotional fracture that is within me now? i cried as my emotions got the better of me..

as for lee and vonda, i want to say that you are very very very fortunate to be alive today..and i apologise again for putting your young lives at risk.. somthing which should have never happened in the 1st place if you have taken the cab home..sincerely sorry.

Thank you Lord ....
Thank you Holy Spirit....

No Woman I Cry

2005-02-03T01:22:00.000+08:00

..got my 1st comment....

I thank the "neurotic" for the providing me with such soothing and comforting verses from the white Book..beautiful....simply... maybe one day i will go look for my personal copy.. it must be lying around somewhere..... i am a lost sheep in an ancient world with antique values tainted with the "virtues" of this new, man-made paradise... how will it end?....how should it end ?

Matthew 11:28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."

woman..! ..my favourite......one of my fondest past-time is to sit an the city mrt and watch the woman go by...tall..short..big...small..skinny..buff.. so eye-catching....despite their physical beauty, they are but creatures with flaws just like man...

i risk getting stoned by stating this sweeping statement... woman.....they are ALL...erm... built in similar fashion...with the same operating platform... somehow, all woman were implanted with the same chip..there are certain charateristics which are second nature to woman and can never never be deleted or formatted...no matter how hard you tried.. the only thing that allowed distintion between 2 females were the applications and programs installed......

Man are from Mars.......Woman are from Venus....equates to
Man installed with linux....Woman installed with windows...

Man and woman were never made to be compatible..we have always struggled to be on common ground..sometimes it was successful and other times it was not... almost akin to 2 programmers writing a linking code for linux and windows...many have failed the code test...many are still writing...some have given up writing...and many do not know how to start...

man and woman are both prideful creatures inside (original sin ?) countary to popular belief that this sin only manifested within man and woman made evil... in times of doubt, both man and woman have tended to react in the same prideful manner which is to usually put themselves above the other...why this is so ? ask the maker Himself...

I am listening to this fabulous Nouvell Vague CD as i write.....my !...how they transformed the classic post punk songs to soft.. ..groovy..futurstic..listenable low tempo chill out....phew...jaws are dropping to the ground... too drunk too fuck is a bona fide classic remake ...... conincidently or not.... all the covers were performed by woman.....

love will tear us apart - joy division
guns of brixton - the clash
this is not a love song - P.I.L
too drunk to fuck - the dead kennedys

these days, woman are becoming more independent, quite surely differnt from the old days.... they say what they want to say, they do what they want to do, they say the things that man say, they do the things that man does...is it a bad thang...maybe not...it simply means that man must now adapt, be flexible...learn....

...my muse she is..but peer from afar...i could only..

No Finer Time To Be Alive

2005-01-29T16:28:00.000+08:00

In druken stupor, i struggled to bring mike home..

mike brought me to this small cheesy karaoke pub joint..65 lighthouse.... the nonchalent dragon dance troupe downstairs pounded their drums and gongs hard.... it was difficult to understand the auspicious timings of the chinese....10.28 pm. at least I can attest to the decent quality of the pub's sound proof windows..

life stories were exchanged inside...either the KJ is sleeping or the set is screwed...i heard this song 4 freaking times in a row... and mike pointed that the KJ was cute... mike is in fix... he is begining to enjoy life.. he is not ready for commitment...it happens..not everyone grows up quickly...."relax..go with the flow.. it will be fine".. not everyone is ready to go with what father heart tells them... father heart is surprisingly an accurate guage but some of us succumb to mister mind or maybe brother cowardice...

clifford and lee joins us...i could sense that lee was reluctant to come down to boat quay..clifford is one happy fellow this week..finally gotten rid of his macro-manager..i will miss his presence in office...well we could still meet for drinks.... we started the card games .. i drank much as usual.. mike sang a tune and he is pretty good singer..mostly in tune and pitch....steady mike(no pun intended here)...

1am i think..we ended in another pub with a pool table... sparse crowd entertaining themselves..the service was quick to get the fast drinking buck and then it ended prematurely..or rather we were attended to only when there was money to be made...our request for 3 songs were conveniently parked aside.. lee is ruffled..this young, determined lass made sure that her voice was heard in song and public... reminded me of the old vc.. my last visit to this pub for sure.. i am a easy man to please these days..just provide me with resonable service if you want my business.. word of mouth spreads more quickly than you think.. you brown shirt clown !! lee was observant to note the color...

man.. this interpol band is brillant !! turn on the bright lights.. ! yeah !

we had a fun time teasing lee..of course we knew she had to go off.. i was feeling empty after... did not eat much in office...is beer a good substitute? bartop dancing was quite fun to watch at the devil's bar... tights...curvaceous bodies in motion and we got 3 jugs for 47 bucks (?) was it a mistake...more beer...gosh.... by some strange coincidence, the clown in brown was queing behind us...wonder how lee would have reacted....

mike took a picture of clifford and me to send to his girlfriend i think.. proof that he is out with the guys...hahhah.. i was dancing away by meself..high and oblivious of the happenings around me..might have step on a few toes.... when was the last time i was so high..beer taken in the right amounts can be a good replacement for smoke... the recent high profile bust is reminisce of another chapter in my life... glad for the experience but no thanks...

mike lost his way and was refused entry by the big man in black..said he was too drunk..got me bags and left after that...clifford asked he was sending regina (?) back.. was there something going on behind my back (pardon the pun)..hahah.. the mercedes cab driver must have been quite amused by mike.. mike kept asking him where he was headed... "boon lay lor..blk 169.." the driver repeated. mike was trying to play cool at his block... refused to let me know which unit he stayed in.. i made sure he opened the door from afar and made my way home..

...woke up stoned..... i can't recall how i paid the cab driver..was surprised that i still had money to do so after paying for entry and cab for lee..was it fun last night.. it sure was.. good clean fun

Can I do this again another time? "no finer time to be alive" - humpback oak

3 hours 45 mins

2005-01-28T01:53:00.000+08:00

how many hours do we spend doing something that we like ?
how many of us are fortunate to be able to do that today ?

It is said the we have 24 hours...
i spend 12(?) hours working..
i spend 7 hours sleeping..
i spend 1 hour on the buses..
i spend 15 minutes on dinner..
This time, i am left with to do something that i enjoy...averagely 3hours 45 mins

the recent Tsunami disaster occuring close to our doorsteps was a sad, frightfully accurate and bleak portrayal of what Mother Nature or was it God could do in their wrath....so.. who was really responsible for this carnage? should we really care? do we really want to know?

are the thories these scientists sprout really a case of a shorted fuse in God's house? is a restage of the tower of babylon spoken in the Books? is Mother Earth breaking down finally? is the human race reaching the end of its shelf life soon? when is the next Seal going to be broken?

i did a stock take of my life... i seriously could have been at any of those places..
am i lucky that i am able to watch the aftermath on tv?
would a cretin be better off under these circumstances ?

the ironies of life..........

Blaady Old Cock

2005-01-24T23:51:00.000+08:00

How routine can one get on a monday morning?

I managed to drag meself out of bed at 8.20... The art of a quick brush is a difficult one; still learning after all these years....today, my face looks better slightly.. it's been peeling non-stop for the past ..ermm....24 odd months ?!?!? it's really got nothing to do with the soap that I do not use or that facial wash that I do not buy....my back is aching slightly after yesterday's futbol kickaround... the ancient elders' speak is true afterall... "you still young lah, buut once..ah..you hit 30, den your body starts to geef you poblems.."

I never studied about aging in biology? perhaps i had been paying too much attention to the grafitti on my books and desk....all i heard was about how your liver builds this and that, how the bile breaks down from here to there and of course..how the infamous white willy fluid moves in and out...*chuckle*.... typical boys school i would say, only interested in the study of certain anatomy..but body physics at 30? this must be a joke....i only took life 1 day as it came.....

Nothing in the past 29 years would have given me the slightest hint of what was to come ...
1st i tore my left knee ligament and meniscus...bad break.. i then began to realise that the weighing machine was not faulty afterall..mildly obese...i began to experience flaky skin;people started to associate me with a snake in jest... the only snake i knew in me all this while was "Eat Snake"...I frequently experienced back pains......this year i injured my left ankle ligament... what's next ? but then again, it could be that i am pushing myself too much during soccer..

Nowadays, I respect the human body a little more; I give it some lag.. try to listen to what it commands...take a break if you're tired... i don't succed all the time naturally, since i frequently want to take life at it's throat and push it to the furthest...but these days...

I have calm down...

Band Aid 1984

2005-01-23T15:15:00.000+08:00

Bought the lastest "Do They Know It's Christmas?" CD single from HMV.. been ages since i bought a single... In the past, SINGLES meant heading down to Da Da Records, Valentines or even to Supreme Records to scout for the latest 7"/12" vinyl single. These days, it's all MP3...download..exchange...burn...store and play... all of a sudden, bootleggers' seem like a lame bunch...

The sticker on the cover read Brillant New Version of "Do They Know It's Christmas?"...kid me not.. after the first listen..it felt newer but brillant...nah.... Band Aid 20 had its stellar musicans on fine form (Thom Yoke, Jonny Greenwood,Paul McCartney...) but being nostagic, biased maybe..I felt the artiste from the Romantic era coming on top on this one.

The original familar bell chime at the start had been replaced by Thom's piano play; RadioHead..brillant it is....this regulated piano play..so so only. The thumping bass line from the original recording was gone...Paul's creative past is pale in comparison here...Hail to Adam Clayton ! I dont hear the authoritive drumming of Phil Collins duplicated... The clueless wah-wah effect solo towards the end would have made Hendrix sit up in his grave.

Despite the flaws..it's not too bad at some parts though....the Brian May-ish twin guitar sound is replicated to perfection..Hawkins's Darkness prevails.. The Dizzee Rascal rap was a nice touch too..

"Spare a thought this yuletide for the deprived. If the table was turned would you survive"

"You ain't gotta feel guilt just selfless. Give a little help to the helpless"

Well, every era must have its identity version i guess.. as usual me being always stuck to the past, have a stronger preference for the 84' version. The 89' version I can't recall and now the 04' version.

The largest, most original fund raising music aid for the Ethiopians have come full circle and I foresee that the 2004 version will be the last of the Band Aid series...

My Salute to Sir Bob Geldof and Mister Midge Ure.

Blues for Allah

2005-01-23T02:16:00.000+08:00

Another typical saturday...went to the zoo with wifey and son...erica is still too young to enjoy the animal viewing. The journey there was a drag...the usual comments were freeflowing.."please drive carefully", " better slow down, there is a camera ahead", "do you know that you are driving too close to the left..", "blah blah blah..."
Strange but true..i think most wifes have this erm... "i trust anyone but my husband the driver" syndrome.. everytime a woman gets into the car with her husband on the wheels, it happens.. I have noticed this happening when taking a ride with friends and their wives... is it a coincidence I don't know.. but somehow the female mind conveniently eases itself into a neurotic state which pisses the hell out of me. I have learnt...to be silent and concentrate on driving. It is easy to retaliate with unkind remarks and blow the whole day away....

wifeyblokewifeyblokewifeybloke conversation

wifey: "can you treat me nicer?"

bloke: "i don't think i am treating you any worse than yesterday"

wifey: " let's split lah, can't take this anymore..."

bloke: "sure, let's split..."

silence...........................................

It was utterly miserable...I wanted to just tell wifey to go to the zoo without me or to tell her to go for her hair treatment so that I could spend time with son without her... It was simply a drag from then onwards..I struggled to mutter the sighs under my breathe... in times like these, i have always asked God, is this how it is meant to be ?... why do i always have to go through this state of emotions...sigh...

God..1st you make me endure 2 miscarrages..i handled it much better for sure..
God..then you gave me two beautiful, intelligent and angelic kids..i am grateful eternally i hope..
God..but you crafted our relationship in a manner which you willed..what am i suppose to do ?

At the end of today, we made up..for the upteenth time.....how long will this carry on? my soul is weary for sure..

God, I leave it in your hands. Amen.

Virgin Post

2005-01-21T17:36:00.000+08:00

This is the 1st time i have tried anything like this...posting a weblog....such an amazing idea..."the times, they're a changing" how right Bob was.. incredible foresight.......how do you fault this revoluntary man. You dont ! you put his place in history with john, janis, jimi, eric, ..the whole lot...

Times have moved so quickly and modern technology eases your life with a simple click here and there... i think the term couch potato should now reference a new generation of people behaviour or rather, extend the definition to the new monitor gazing generation. It's so easy to pen your thoughts and reveal it to the world, almost effortlessly as I discovered in the last 10 minutes....gosh..

I don't see any more Parker pen ads on tv..in fact I can't recall when was the last time i have seen them on national television...I wonder how Mr reliable pen is performing these days against IT. We can even sign without a pen nowsdays ?! how much do we use the pen these days really ?

aww..damn...my left knee is working up again.. eversince i had that ACL repair job done, it never felt the same again...sigh...one futbol career down the drain...this career reads as playing social futbol every weekend with the aged 40 somethings in my team. Good players they are I must say.

On this day that I have decided to share with the world my limited life thoughts, my wifey is out playing mahjong with her school chums. One of the more interesting games that I use to indulged in the past. The time now is 1 am.

Had a difficult day today. Woke up at approx 7am as daughter was awake and simply refuse to go back to sleep. It is made worse when I only slept at 3am. I am seriously comtemplating vodkha in her daily night feeds :) Erica is a strange one these days, could be due to teething but I think it's likely her inherited traits..

Ok back to sleep..I live to write another day.