My New Passport

My old passport has been with me since the 27th of March 1999. And it has been an interesting 10 years. Looking at this passport and I ask myself. What story does it tell about me? And I find it comes down on both sides, leaving a bittersweet taste in my mouth. That bittersweet taste may be because I was licking that dirty old thing but I digress. It has seen me through China, it has seen me through the controversial Italy trip *that my father hated but I simply adored* and now it’s gotten holes unceremoniously punched through it, physically and emotionally ending an era.

The ICA has however been amazing during this entire process. They’ve been efficient, and above all professional. Never a bad thing by ANY stretch of the imagination. After all we as a people have been way too used to having slow and unrepentant government service. Somehow though, I felt that it was just too cold. It was too professional. I know, I’m crazy but its my passport, its my window to the world, and the document that let me visit my teacher in Bali, that brought me to China… And no passport can ever replace my old one.

Am I being too sentimental about a wad of paper? Maybe, and who knows my next passport will be the same if not even more spactacular. With the wonders of Europe and all my friends spread around this place we call Earth. I can truly begin exploring, without constraints and pressures. It’ll be me living my life in this world I’ve not even begun to start looking at properly.

Opening your eyes to see the grass on the other side must never be about finding greener pastures. It must never be all about taking and not giving. Opening your eyes to the world around you means that you should learn to accept, to learn and to move onwards. If one cannot do so, one has failed as a thinking human being. The grass on the other side is never consistently greener. There’s always a grizzled gardener tending to it with an illegal immigrant assistant. The manure that came from questionable sources, even the water that needed to be transported 30 miles. What we always need is the trust, and the love for where we’ve come from to tell ourselves that maybe what we have and what comes our way is exactly what we need, its not perfect, but we can continually try to succeed and strive for maybe that better future.

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Once and Again, Anwar accused of Sodomy

At this early stage it seems much too early to make figure out if this is true, but the last time, the case lodged against Anwar had proved to be false. With my very obvious liberal bias I will give the benefit of the doubt to Anwar. When the country’s own judiciary, that’s in all likelihood inclined to be “persuaded” by the government’s view point, isn’t able to advance the government’s position, then FAIL.

What’s terrible is that these tactics are somewhat reminiscent of those employed against other politicians the world over. The discrediting by placing doubts on charecter, or the moral fibre of a political candidate is commonplace but the extent in which it takes hold is always dependant on the political maturity of its citizens. Those who’ve only ever been offered one particular political viewpoint will also most likely subscribe to a very narrow and close mindset. Anything that deviates from the norm is to be squashed and defeated in the quickest and crudest means possible. We have seen it happen time and time again and now it is being employed against a politician who by most accounts is capable, charismatic and a man of the people.

It remains to be seen if Anwar accusation will turn into a conviction. Especially when its only a politician that ever gets accused to doing other men. I am very suspicious. And everyone in Malaysia should be too. Sadly, there’s probably a desire to immediately trust the media. The media like anything, offers only one particular viewpoint and its not necessarily always the best and only opinion worth subscribing too. THINK and OPEN YOUR MINDS!

Sources: AP, The Star, and Time

What Would You Do? Internet Meme

I just found this really cool internet meme from the Totally Rad Show. So comment up: What would you do if you were in a shopping mall and had a HORDE of zombies start chasing after you? You’re allowed 1) One Weapon, 2) One Song Blasting over the PA system 3) One Person to fight along side you (Real or imagined). My pick would be: The Dragon Sword from Ninja Gaiden II (AWESOME GAME!), Battle Without Honor or Humanity (as popularised by Kill Bill Vol. 1), and Eowyn from LOTR. Coz’ SHE’s NO MAN!

Organising A Pizza Meet

My life has been irrevocably changed, for the better when me and NTT and I made the trip down to the fabulous Peperoni’s pizzeria @ Greenwood Avenue. It is a quaint little eatery with lots of down home style set up by the Les Amis Group. It’s co-located with its sister restaurants, L’estaminet and Sebastien’s. Now you must be wondering what on EARTH is an Italian restaurant doing amongst all these french restaurants and to tell you the truth, I don’t know either! But something must’ve gone right because this is TRULY the best pizza I’ve had in Singapore. The VALUE and the SERVICE combine to give me one heck of a good time.

So as it happens I’ve been busy getting all my buddies down, from the NSFs where I work to various other folks from all over. And did manage to get the sexeh Rinaz down for a VERY nice meal there. It was then I thought, maybe the Pingsters would love to come down and have a taste! So I spoke to Nadnut and Sheylara and with their approval we set about organising a little thing with with some supervision from their Pimp Daddy D.

Naturally, the Pingosphere was NOT gonna let us get away that easily and thus we are now 11 persons deep. And definately gonna have a GREAT time.

I just wonder though and I hope you pingsters will bear with me, how often does it happen that a small event between a few people can suddenly get transformed into some MASSIVE blowout event with more than double the original expected turnout? Its not that its necessarily a bad thing per se, but I just wonder if with the rise of the connected blogosphere, will we all be aware and looking in on others’ activities? And what sorts of opportunites does this offer for not just the harmless lookers on, but those with an agenda, as so clearly demonstrated by Sheylara’s blogpost here. Of course, the Ping gang is quite harmless and even though we have been very inclusive, we haven’t had too many controversies *well…* I still wonder how this may change in the future. What do you think ladies and Chiko gents out there?

Covo Bistro and Lounge


My first dinner after my Ah Kong’s funeral truly was quite exquisite. It did not do all I needed to feel better, but I can say it did raise my family’s morale a wee bit. I loved everything I had during the meal. The tuna, the starter… It seemed poetic. We who love and live by our food, would celebrate the ending of life and the loss by having food.

I’ve decided that I would like for my funeral, just one thing. Good food. Where my friends and family can gather to eat, drink and laugh. Laugh for their continued living and laugh for maybe I’ve found a better place. But mostly, laugh and celebrate the life I’ve lead, however imperfect it may be.

Its a little late, this post. But somehow. I couldn’t post it… not until now at least.

A Light Satire: The Singaporean Man

NB: For those of you who have not the time/inclination to plow through this long post. I’ll suggest reading the intro and conclusion. They’re my summary points essentially. Though I do attempt to make some thoroughly entertaining commentary in the body text so don’t ignore that either! Thanks y’all!

The Male Homo Sapien Singaporus (HSS) is generally found in the tropical island of Temasek where a strong and fatherly figure has created a pleasant if slightly euthanised environment for the healthy and wealthy breeding of HSSes. These HSSes vary in size, shape, colour, orientation, movie preference, dress sense, and general grooming habits. However compared to the HSes from other nations, they’re ranked near bottom of the heap when it comes to engaging in mating rituals. Such epic FAIL, can be attributed to several factors, but a couple of which stand out in the mind of this writer.

First among them is a conservative upbringing. The conservative Singaporean must necessarily be taught never to think about, mention, question, ask about, look at, switch on his internet connection for, leave the country to obtain illegally, pay for, ask for, give jewelry for, get married for and most importantly perform the act of sexual intercourse of any sort. He or she is asked to make babies. But the act of doing so repulses the Singaporean so much and he is so lightly informed about the act of producing said baby, that he or she will have to indulge in copious amounts of food; readily available from convenient stores all around the island, in place of such an action. When there is a mention of such an action, the necessary response that has been taught over and over is to denounce the person/book/action as wrong/perverted/YOU STUPID MOTHER***** GO KISS A **** and DUCK YOUR FISH, flush, and then move swiftly away and stare intently at the large woman across the street holding the ice cream cone.

As a result of such repression, mainly on a societal level, as even as the government has tried, rather unsuccessfully to get the local populace to mate at a desirable level of 2.1 children per couple, it seems that social stigma will win the day as the Singaporean is forced to hold in any desire. Often the Singaporean will have to find some other avenue of expression of his or her feelings and these can range from Shopping on the tamer side, to flaming anyone who may stand in his or her way. The unfortunate thing is that also as a result of the repression, they are unable to find expression for those desires that may lurk, and as a result there are many severely socially crippled Singaporean men who would stare enviously at those who are more equipped *Hint: some of those who’ve lived outside the country/ are from outside the country* to speak to a person of the opposite sex/ he’s attracted to.

It is NATURALLY a generalisation that this writer is writing about and he’s more than aware that he is Singaporean. However, that is not to say that he feels that he’s managed to overcome or even understand his own personal demons. He’s just pointing out that stereotypes are rooted in truth and here the truth stands out. There are many men who are perfectly competant at attracting and handling themselves around women, but when faced with even the slightest provocation by another man, their caveman upbringing comes to fore and they’re see passive aggressive/active aggression as the way to resolve such problems. They’ll swear, they’ll rant, they’ll do everything it takes to make their displeasure known without actually saying what they really feel to object of all this brouhaha, the WOMAN in question. I present exhibit A.

A random person (female) I knew had posted a suggestive status post on FB, i responded in kind. The response provided was Huh?, to which i just repeated the status post. Shortly after this whole debacle, I received a message from the female’s boyfriend basically cussing me out with a “take down notice”. I had contemplated sending several messages back, one of which involved pointing out his lack of cojones and that he should be ashamed. In the end, i decided that it wasn’t worth it, and just reported the message to Facebook as harassment.

This writer is shocked by the incompetent and necessarily deprived members of the male species of Homo Sapien Singaporeus. They are a shy, unassuming breed, but when provided the tools i.e. the Internet, unleash a passive aggressive manner that both bewilders the feminine sex and gives them a red colouring that can also be attributed to their inability to imbibe copious amounts of a liquid also known as Vodka-Lime. Ultimately, this writer would like to sign off with a simple plea. Get over yourselves guys, not everyone who talks to your Gfs are trying to STEAL them and if you were that insecure in the first place, she probably shouldn’t be with you.

That’s All.