Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Worse news still. Liam's grandma passed away too. My condolences.

Anyway my grandpa's service has been concluded. Finally the charade ends.

You might ask why I view funerals with such contempt. All I'll say in justification is that I lived by the philosphy that only what we did for the deceased in life matters, the rest are merely theatrical.

On the other hand, funerals do served supprisingly well as an avenue for gathering and catching up with otherwise long forgotten cousins.

Seperately, I've came across a perculier susperstion in this entire morbid affair, which was the significance of the time of death.

If the deceased passed away during the morning, it means he left 2 meals(lunch and dinner) for his living relatives and friends. Meaning to say he left behind much good luck for them.

If the passing was in the afternoon, 1 meal(dinner) is left for them. Relative to 2 meals being left behind, it is considered moderate.

However if transistion took place night, no meals are left. It signifies that the deceased had not much liking to his friends and relatives, leaving them to suffer without his or her blessings.

Superstitions are still supestitions. Merely the collective "truth" of our elders. How factual are they, I'll never know.


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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

My grandpa's flickering flame of existence had finally been snuffed out by the relentless breeze of his failing body.

Time to don our filial facades and let the charade begin.


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Sunday, August 14, 2005

Nope, I was neither abducted by otherworldly beings, nor enslaved and subsequently maimed by teen-nappers bent on turning yours truly into another beggar on the streets of Thailand. Wipe that dissapointed look off your face.

It's been awhile my dear readers. Sincere apologies (if anyone gives a shit.) for my 1 week of absence. I'm sure that many of you missed my opinionated and warped posts.

Who am I kidding? Lol!

So here's the 411 (Street talk meaning "All") on my underachieving life. Make yourself a hot cup of milo and grab your favorite teddy, 'cos this is ain't gonna be a quickie. Rhythms eh?

I had joined the warm and humid crowd to watched the fireworks at the Marina Bay last Sunday (I said I was sorry! Jeez!). Words could describe how way below par it was, but it won't do justice to the time spent on it.

I'm not chiming with them on burning up our parents' income tax, road tax and what-have-the-government taxes just for a celebration of our ostensible independence.
I mean, even so they could have done a good job.

Oh and before I forget to whine, I've been feeling bloated of recently No I was NOT impregnated, you sicko. Stomach infection, that's what the physician said.

Fate has taken thy joy of feasting from thou. Oh, what tragedy. I think they're gonna make that day a national holiday to mark my suffering. Right.

Egoistic dreams aside.

Gimo, Rebecca and me met up with Sam just yesterday. It has been what? 2, 3 months since I last seen Sam. After our usual lack of punctuality and resultant blame pushing, we caught Land of the Dead at Cineleisure.

On a relevant but completely separate note, I dare reckon that Land of the Dead is the superlative horror-survival movie, to date and for generations to come. If you're having troubles staying awake, watch it and you'll have a good reason not to sleep. Again.

Okay where was I? Yah and after which we chowed at Yuki Yaki. They got the yucky (It's a pun. Get it?) part right. The ice cream syrup they provided had enough sugar to kill an adult elephant. And Dom joined us just when we were gonna have desserts. Talk about bad timing.

However the yucky part didn't taint the conventional steamboat ingredients though. Thank god or I would have raze that restaurant to the ground.

Okay moving on to other tedious details of my life.

My entire household for the first time in many years, with the exclusion of Chinese New Year, went together to visit my dying paternal grandpa. Yah he's still alive but doesn't seem to be kicking. No one's sad even though the doctor told us that he won't have long to live.

Perhaps everyone had come to terms with the fact. Or perhaps everyone doesn't care. Either way it's still gonna be a dreadful affair.

Separately while my dad drove along the apparent route to SGH, which turned out to be a moronic trip to some god forsaken shop to buy his cigs, I caught several glimpse of my old neighborhood. Everything has changed. Stirred up bits and pieces of childhood memories.

Maybe I'll go on a photo trip there for my blog if I ever get my K750i. Fingers crossed and hopping Santa's real!

I can see you're bored to bits. But hey, it's my life. Don't expect dog meat out of a hotdog. =)


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Sunday, August 07, 2005

*R(21) Material. Viewers' discretion adviced*

I'm just blowing off some steam here. Don't take it for real viewers. Now time for some sadistic fun!

For those typical Joes and Janes who are A)Too poor to own a bike B)Too smart to purchase a car in Singapore, I'm sure you had shared my plight.


Typical scene involving inconsiderate sons/daughters/fags/les of bitches. What can we do to improve the situation?


I would suggest installing a gattling turrets on board every bus in Singapore.


*Announcing* Dear passengers, please do not stand too close to avoid getting your personal articles soiled with blood and god-knows-what. Thank you and have a nice trip. LOL!


Oh my gosh. It's really heartwarming to see such a grotesquely pleasing ending. I think I'm gonna cry.


Some are just pleased to be able to move to the back, while others are delighted for the display of gore and savagery. Well this is Singapore.

If you think that only passengers' inconsiderate ill-mannerism attributes to a displeasing bus ride, you must have overlooked another key element. The driver.

One would assume with that a metropolitan that boast of its tertiary industries would really have substantial truth behind its claim. One would thus be WRONG!


Here I share with you the actually happenings of my ride. I'm no driver, but I can tell you that none should accelerate towards a red light.


And to make matters worse, the driver slams the brake. >.< WTF! Are our driving tests seriously flawed?


You don't need a mechanics engineer to tell you the repercussions of acceleration, coupled with subsequent braking world be devastating.


However I've come up with the solution to unpleasant bus rides, and hopefully revolutionize our entire tertiary industries. Time to advertise for a new driver.

Sure my methods may seem a tat too harsh and inhumane, perhaps raise certain issues with Human Rights advocates and their supporters. And inevitably lead to war with countries which was built upon ideals that oppose methods of mine.

But at least we get significanlty more enjoyable bus rides. Ain't that something to be glad for? LMAO!


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Saturday, August 06, 2005

Today was mundanely delightful for me.

The day kicked off with a bad start as I awoke to my Mum's stentorian chit-chatting at 8.30am only to come to realize that I was late for my 8am CSW(Communications Skills for Workers? Not quite sure though.) test. >.<

Albeit being a slow poke, my ass was out of the house and into a cab in 15 mins. =p

With the worse of luck, I encountered bloody slow traffic along the way and to make my lousy morning worse, an imbecilic cabby who simply cannot comprehend "Uncle, Singapore Poly, near the Dover MRT side one hor."

The cab ended up crawling along the AYE and having to circle around SP, wasting more of my time. Argh! And my wallet winded up with 6 dollars less. *SOBS* Regular pay just don't cut it these days.

Eventually I had made it to class only to discover that "referencing" was of the mainstream, if you catch my drift. Damn it only took like an hour to complete the test(Courtesy of Timothy and our teacher whose name I forgot.).

I knew I should have taken the usual route to school. -_-"

Anyway after which, I mugged for my Aircraft System test later at 4pm, spending half the time indulging in unproductive small talks about pen twirling and boobs. *Roll eyes*

Eventually the test turn out fine(Of course it had to turn out fine! I FUCKING STUDIED THE THREE CHAPS AT LEAST THRICE!). I even manage to facilitate a pass for the guy next to me.

His gratitude in the form of "Wo xian zhou le"(Translated - I'll be going.) really made my day. No I'm not being sarcastic here. Surprisingly.

Furthermore after the test, Tim, Liam, Ben and me chilled out over at FC 3's Mac. A few pieces of nuggets here and there, occasional slurping of our drinks, constant small talk punctuated with laughter, and a smack to my head(Thanks Ben! Now I'm a true blue poly student.). Nonetheless it was still enjoyable.

I'm downloading Stealth and Sin City through Bit Torrent as I blog. Finally getting to watch the R(A) Sin City! *Snickers* Another regret to strike off the list.

How much more can a guy want out of a day?

Bed beckons. I'm going to heed its call soon. Good night glorified world!


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Tuesday, August 02, 2005

"What a dramatic turn of events" is probably the thought in your mind when you're through with this post.

Don't be expecting pictures. There wasn't any good cameras phones around. Man I need a k750i! ^^

For reasons similar to that of the dog chasing its own tail, we found ourselves cruising on the MRT towards Changi Airport after our prematurely ended class.

Luckily the company was more than pleasant, rendering the supposed painfully long trip, to one which is still long but under anesthesia.

We reached Popeye at the airport around 4.45pm and thought the moment we arrived would be when our hunger would be satisfied. *Insert buzzer* We're way wrong!

The wretched slave drivers (You call them "manager" in your world.) were sitting there, discreetly coercing the employees to constantly work faster and better with their presence. Boo!

We waited, and waited, and hungrily waited some more. It seems we weren't destined to die of starvation as the manager apparently slipped into a trance of some sort, perhaps amidst a fantasy involving elderly men and hotdogs. LMAO!

I hate executives. =p

Naim was already in the kitchen hard at work. With the last of the hindrance out of the way and everything in place, it was time to feed the hungry. Time was 5.30pm then.

Nervously Jamadil, Jeremy and me approached the counter with Naim manning it. A little diversionary ordering here and there, and Naim began to flood our tray with assortment of their specialties which obviously exceeds that of what was punched into cashier.

Several trips back and forth, each time with significantly more food filling the anxious space of our tables. For the price of? $1.30 for each starving bugger!

We fought hard and courageously, against the unending waves of food. Eventually, the forces of gluttony triumphed, but at a puke-ish price. Time then was 8.45pm.

On a seperate note, the star of the meal was the multi purpose bread. You can choke someone with it, play a game of baseball perhaps, and when dropped from a suitable height, kill small animals and kids.

Thank god you don't have to sit with 5 ready-to-blow puke bombs at a same table. The terror would have driven the lion-hearted insane. LOL!

After further digestion, we wandered about the airport, laughing hysterically at things we found or talked about which many would find to be absurdly unhumourous. That didn't stop till we parted for home.

Here's the kicker.

Mum called and abruptly broke the news to me. Grandpa was admitted to SGH and things weren't going well for him. He might be going anytime soon.

I said my goodbyes to Tim and alighted the very next stop. As the occasional silence were broken by the repetitive commercials, I found myself treading rather impatiently along a deserted portion of the platform.

Perhaps I had grown a shred of conscience, and the pacing about was maybe the symptom of angst? I'm usually quite nonchalant whenever incidents regarding the impending demised of a relative arise.

Time seemed to stretch on whenever you're in a hurry, or perhaps the digesting massive quantity of food causes a brain hang up. Whichever it was, the trip was taking forever.

One heavy-hearted step after the other, I eventually reached the ward. Dad and his elder brother were already on the scene.

Dad mentioned my arrival to him and after some considerable effort on my grandpa's part, he mumbled softly but incoherently. Evidently his mind was as unwell as the body.

Taking a step back, I gazed upon the shriveled body undernerth the pale blanket. Grandpa used to be a big guy, and his eyes would light up whenever I came for a visit. But all he could do now was lay still and flicker his eyelids.

His health had deteriorated drasticaly ever since the he suffered from stroke a few years ago. Now he was hanging on to life on so thin a thread, that if his existence was to be mention above that of a whisper, he will simply evanesce.

Mum joined us soon after. The faint music in the background constantly reminded us that time was moving on and he was slipping out of our grasp. And all we could do was look with tearful eyes.

I can't help but wonder if I were in his shoes, would I choose to lived on as a incapacitated goldfish, or join the ranks of ancestors and lived on in the memories of the living. Not much of a choice there, is it?

My advice to you, either cherish your love ones around you now or have your emotions surgically removed. Either way, you will never have to relate to what I'm feeling.

Don't have to look all surprised. I having feelings too.

A melancholic end to an ostensibly joyful day.


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