ERP = Every Road Pay
Channel NewsAsia, Monday, June 30
http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20080629/tap-357200-231650b.html
Although this makes more sense than anything the mehnoneh gahment can put inside their speeches to justify why they're running such a small country on such a freaking huge payslip, I can see that the author is going to get slammed because he's asking questions that nobody dares to ask.
Don't think much will change though. Not many people dare to speak up these days, for fear of being made examples of, especially in blogs. Not many people are paying attention to the news anymore too.
Kudos to whoever that took out the author's name! Yay!
Monday, June 30, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
My Black Brother
I am tempted to talk like a homie in this post, but I'll keep it clean.
This here is my brother Vik, or Sub_Zero as most SBF forumers know him as.
Despite his freaky nature and despite the fact that for some reason, I always end up talking about sex with him whenever we meet, he is a primary school teacher. And apparently a fierce one because he was offered a DM position.
My black brother did something that amazed me and left me speechless. We went to his house after dinner (to use toilet and chill for a bit) and when he took off his shirt, I saw a tattoo on his back. I didn't know he had a tattoo so I asked him to turn around so I could see.
He had his girlfriend's name on his back, in celtic font.
And his reasoning for it was unbelievable (for his standard).
He said that before he met her he was pretty much bumming around, and she was the reason behind his success, so he had her name literally etched behind him.
My black brother's finally grown up, even if it is just a bit.
I am tempted to talk like a homie in this post, but I'll keep it clean.
This here is my brother Vik, or Sub_Zero as most SBF forumers know him as.
Despite his freaky nature and despite the fact that for some reason, I always end up talking about sex with him whenever we meet, he is a primary school teacher. And apparently a fierce one because he was offered a DM position.
My black brother did something that amazed me and left me speechless. We went to his house after dinner (to use toilet and chill for a bit) and when he took off his shirt, I saw a tattoo on his back. I didn't know he had a tattoo so I asked him to turn around so I could see.
He had his girlfriend's name on his back, in celtic font.
And his reasoning for it was unbelievable (for his standard).
He said that before he met her he was pretty much bumming around, and she was the reason behind his success, so he had her name literally etched behind him.
My black brother's finally grown up, even if it is just a bit.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Prawning Is Fun
Monday night prawning with SL kakis Cookie (dnickb Kohime) and Jee (jee Jookerie).
It was supposed to be a supper session at AMK's McDees, but as usual Cookie did some last minute planning and hauled both Jee and me to the prawning place at Sin Ming.
This was one of the first times I've been to prawning without my dad around (to take the prawn off the hook for me, which became Cookie's responsibility) and also the first time I barbequed the prawns right after catching them. Usually we'll bring it home to cook.
Anyways, this is Jee.
Jee wants me to convey the message that salting prawns on the outside does add flavor to the prawns because when you shell the prawns, the salt sticks to your fingers and gets onto the prawn itself when you touch it. Which means the prawns get a distinctive flavor which isn't too heavy.
Jee is a rare find, because he is, so far, the only person I talked to regarding religious views, who hasn't annoyed me and who hasn't been offended by my views on religion. I have never found anyone whom I could talk so freely about religion to and whom I agree with for differing opinions (on most parts).
By the way, he's Atheist and I'm Agnostic. And poor Cookie, who's Christian, was forgotten for a moment until I remembered he was still happily prawning beside us. Sorry Cookie!
Half of Jee and half of Cookie and ME!
The outcome
Yummy, no?
Monday night prawning with SL kakis Cookie (dnickb Kohime) and Jee (jee Jookerie).
It was supposed to be a supper session at AMK's McDees, but as usual Cookie did some last minute planning and hauled both Jee and me to the prawning place at Sin Ming.
This was one of the first times I've been to prawning without my dad around (to take the prawn off the hook for me, which became Cookie's responsibility) and also the first time I barbequed the prawns right after catching them. Usually we'll bring it home to cook.
Anyways, this is Jee.
Jee wants me to convey the message that salting prawns on the outside does add flavor to the prawns because when you shell the prawns, the salt sticks to your fingers and gets onto the prawn itself when you touch it. Which means the prawns get a distinctive flavor which isn't too heavy.
Jee is a rare find, because he is, so far, the only person I talked to regarding religious views, who hasn't annoyed me and who hasn't been offended by my views on religion. I have never found anyone whom I could talk so freely about religion to and whom I agree with for differing opinions (on most parts).
By the way, he's Atheist and I'm Agnostic. And poor Cookie, who's Christian, was forgotten for a moment until I remembered he was still happily prawning beside us. Sorry Cookie!
Half of Jee and half of Cookie and ME!
The outcome
Yummy, no?
I Was Going To Post Something But Got Distracted
...by this -> http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20080626/tap-singapore-politics-opposition-lee-06f3cb7.html
That, ladies and gentlemen, is what we call outright-defamation-but-nobody-dare-to-sue-him-because-of-obvious-reasons.
"WE want to sue you for defaming us!"
"I want to sue you for defaming me by saying that I defame you!"
...by this -> http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20080626/tap-singapore-politics-opposition-lee-06f3cb7.html
That, ladies and gentlemen, is what we call outright-defamation-but-nobody-dare-to-sue-him-because-of-obvious-reasons.
"WE want to sue you for defaming us!"
"I want to sue you for defaming me by saying that I defame you!"
Saturday, June 21, 2008
I've Stopped Caring
I've stopped caring about your non-action about the goals you wish to achieve. Heck, I've stopped caring that your goals change every few days.
I've stopped caring that the only word you use more than anything else is "tired" and "don't know" when I try to talk to you.
I've stopped caring that you don't even send a single sms during the day or let me know if you are coming back late.
I've stopped caring whether or not you contact your friends.
I've stopped caring that your words hold no ground and that they change every few days.
I've stopped caring that you don't clean up after Mandy even when Mummy is very angry.
I've stopped caring that while having perfect vision, you are unable to see out of your small sphere surrounding you and assume that you're the only one working hard.
I've stopped caring that you flare up at me for telling you how I feel, because I've learned not to long ago.
I've stopped caring that you have no time or patience to listen to me when I needed to talk to you. You didn't even know about the name "Boreas" until my mom talked to me about it in front of everyone. And then when I tried to tell you at that time, you were too busy playing with the guys to listen to why you were the fucking last one to know. That was the first time I almost dropped a tear at the mahjong table.
I've stopped caring that my future is unstable with you and even if it is, it would only be a meagre existance because you proclaim to be too lazy to earn more money, for your car or house or whatever.
I've stopped caring that you've become complacent, and expects me to stay complacent along with you by flaring up at me when I brought up the topic of you upgrading yourself by going to study. And giving the excuse of having no money, a house being more important (to get our pets out of my mom's hair) so even if you had the money you'd buy a house first then think about studies, and then telling me two days later than you are "confirm getting a car soon".
I've stopped caring that you don't understand what I mean half of the time and demand that I have the patience to tell you until you understand while tolerating your accusations hurled every few seconds.
I've stopped caring that you twist and turn your words so that logic is on your side, then accuse me of using words the way you do, then apologise, then when your apology don't work, you go back to looking for something else to accuse me with.
I've stopped caring that you like to walk off during an argument and expect me to give chase, and if I don't you get even angrier. How the fuck am I supposed to know when you want me to hug you or when you want me to chase after you?
Heck, I didn't even care that much when you verbally lashed at me until I cried over something that doesn't concern us and what might have been a misunderstanding on Sunday, and then apologise for it on Thursday. I didn't care for the lashing, and I don't care much for the apology either.
So if I've stopped caring about so many things..
What makes you think I will care about this one?
I've stopped caring about your non-action about the goals you wish to achieve. Heck, I've stopped caring that your goals change every few days.
I've stopped caring that the only word you use more than anything else is "tired" and "don't know" when I try to talk to you.
I've stopped caring that you don't even send a single sms during the day or let me know if you are coming back late.
I've stopped caring whether or not you contact your friends.
I've stopped caring that your words hold no ground and that they change every few days.
I've stopped caring that you don't clean up after Mandy even when Mummy is very angry.
I've stopped caring that while having perfect vision, you are unable to see out of your small sphere surrounding you and assume that you're the only one working hard.
I've stopped caring that you flare up at me for telling you how I feel, because I've learned not to long ago.
I've stopped caring that you have no time or patience to listen to me when I needed to talk to you. You didn't even know about the name "Boreas" until my mom talked to me about it in front of everyone. And then when I tried to tell you at that time, you were too busy playing with the guys to listen to why you were the fucking last one to know. That was the first time I almost dropped a tear at the mahjong table.
I've stopped caring that my future is unstable with you and even if it is, it would only be a meagre existance because you proclaim to be too lazy to earn more money, for your car or house or whatever.
I've stopped caring that you've become complacent, and expects me to stay complacent along with you by flaring up at me when I brought up the topic of you upgrading yourself by going to study. And giving the excuse of having no money, a house being more important (to get our pets out of my mom's hair) so even if you had the money you'd buy a house first then think about studies, and then telling me two days later than you are "confirm getting a car soon".
I've stopped caring that you don't understand what I mean half of the time and demand that I have the patience to tell you until you understand while tolerating your accusations hurled every few seconds.
I've stopped caring that you twist and turn your words so that logic is on your side, then accuse me of using words the way you do, then apologise, then when your apology don't work, you go back to looking for something else to accuse me with.
I've stopped caring that you like to walk off during an argument and expect me to give chase, and if I don't you get even angrier. How the fuck am I supposed to know when you want me to hug you or when you want me to chase after you?
Heck, I didn't even care that much when you verbally lashed at me until I cried over something that doesn't concern us and what might have been a misunderstanding on Sunday, and then apologise for it on Thursday. I didn't care for the lashing, and I don't care much for the apology either.
So if I've stopped caring about so many things..
What makes you think I will care about this one?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
The Long Awaited Taiwan Photos
... Selected out of 644 photos, painfully cross-processed 3 times, resized and hosted. 230+ photos in this post.
You better enjoy this, or else.
All pictures taken by me with my crappy camera, except for the ones that I am in.
T3
Touched down in Taipei
In the hotel room
First night at Xi Men Ding
Apparently this "Lao Tian Lu" is famous for their braised poultry.
The next morning we took a train to (insert name here). (Sorry lah, I forgot.)
Zhu Zi Hu. Eventful ride on the taxi after the train ride. Mom got out and vomitted halfway, and I got out and vommited 5 mins before we reached. Dad offered to walk me the rest of the way while Mom and Cudas continued with the hell-in-a-cab ride.
The cool air hit my face 3 seconds before I splurged my gastric juices onto the poor weeds at the side of the road. Feeling better, Dad and I walked the rest of the way in. We turned around a corner and my jaws dropped.
Quite a far cry from the narrow mountain roads we were travelling on for an hour.
This is Zhu Zi Hu (Bamboo Lake. Used to be bamboo plantation here but don't know what happened after that.)
Cudas calls these Calla Lilies, but I think they're Water Hyacinths. Anyways, it was the Calla Lily/Water Hyacinth season and the places was brimming with flowers.
Heaven..
I'm in Heaven..
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak~
And I seem to find the happiness I seek,
When were out together dancing cheek to cheek~
My first ever macro photo, which sparked off the hundreds of macros to come.
Does it even look like it's from Taiwan?
Pretending to be a Calla Lily/Water Hyacinth farmer (and giving the face)
No I'm not grabbing my crotch
Cudas being Cudas
I like this photo a lot
End of Zhu Zi Hu trip. I think my photography skills just got better.
The rest of the photos are slightly miscellenous because I can't for the life of me remember the names of the places we were at. But if you're interested, drop me a message and I'll find out (from my mom) for you.
Shihlin pet street, piglet
Sugar-glider. Noisy little fellas, they are.
Find the Jazzyme.
"San Da" club. San Da literally meaning anyhow beat.
Taking the train to... somewhere.
"Rui Fang"
This was found on a wall. At first sight it looks like a cartoonish bull, but when you look closer, it looks like a spartan going for the kill.
End Taiwan trip photos overload.
... Selected out of 644 photos, painfully cross-processed 3 times, resized and hosted. 230+ photos in this post.
You better enjoy this, or else.
All pictures taken by me with my crappy camera, except for the ones that I am in.
T3
Touched down in Taipei
In the hotel room
First night at Xi Men Ding
Apparently this "Lao Tian Lu" is famous for their braised poultry.
The next morning we took a train to (insert name here). (Sorry lah, I forgot.)
Zhu Zi Hu. Eventful ride on the taxi after the train ride. Mom got out and vomitted halfway, and I got out and vommited 5 mins before we reached. Dad offered to walk me the rest of the way while Mom and Cudas continued with the hell-in-a-cab ride.
The cool air hit my face 3 seconds before I splurged my gastric juices onto the poor weeds at the side of the road. Feeling better, Dad and I walked the rest of the way in. We turned around a corner and my jaws dropped.
Quite a far cry from the narrow mountain roads we were travelling on for an hour.
This is Zhu Zi Hu (Bamboo Lake. Used to be bamboo plantation here but don't know what happened after that.)
Cudas calls these Calla Lilies, but I think they're Water Hyacinths. Anyways, it was the Calla Lily/Water Hyacinth season and the places was brimming with flowers.
Heaven..
I'm in Heaven..
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak~
And I seem to find the happiness I seek,
When were out together dancing cheek to cheek~
My first ever macro photo, which sparked off the hundreds of macros to come.
Does it even look like it's from Taiwan?
Pretending to be a Calla Lily/Water Hyacinth farmer (and giving the face)
No I'm not grabbing my crotch
Cudas being Cudas
I like this photo a lot
End of Zhu Zi Hu trip. I think my photography skills just got better.
The rest of the photos are slightly miscellenous because I can't for the life of me remember the names of the places we were at. But if you're interested, drop me a message and I'll find out (from my mom) for you.
Shihlin pet street, piglet
Sugar-glider. Noisy little fellas, they are.
Find the Jazzyme.
"San Da" club. San Da literally meaning anyhow beat.
Taking the train to... somewhere.
"Rui Fang"
This was found on a wall. At first sight it looks like a cartoonish bull, but when you look closer, it looks like a spartan going for the kill.
End Taiwan trip photos overload.
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