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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Back Again!

It has been sooooo long since I've had the urge to blog. Sorry to all my fans (if any) for disappearing abruptly and not explaining myself. I'll take this chance to tell you.

V took a break from blogging to go on an adventure at the Bermuda Triangle and finally uncover the truth about the mysterious disappearances of boats and planes that travelled close to it. After getting lost for 5 days at the maze that is Raffles City's basement (I don't freaking get the place, so confusing) V finally managed to find the elusive NS6 line. Check the MRT Network map. It's not there! You know why? That's the station for wizards to go to Hogwarts.

After months of intel gathering, V found out that jumping off from the train halfway on its path to Hogwarts can get him to Bermuda Triangle. After secretly boarding the train in Ron Weasley's bag, V leapt off the train mid way through its journey as planned and landed on the Bermuda Triangle. It was a rough landing because the place was literally littered with Ah Bengs with Rubix cubes, completing the puzzle within 15 seconds, acting nonchalant for 5 seconds afterwards and saying, "You donno wan ah!" before proceeding to 'reset' the cube and redo it... times infinity. Almost lost my mind. Too bad for the Beng I landed on. His rubix days are OVER! To the west was the entire filming set of one of the most boring TV shows on the planet, "Lost". They get the crew from the 'lost' ships and planes, make them panic and talk gibberish, film it and sell it to you losers.

Sadly, V saw Ke$ha and learned that she actually came from the eastern part of the Triangle, which is where all the horrible singers of the world like herself and Rihanna come from. She doesn't bathe, as I've always suspected, and her tribal name is actually Makuchang which translates as Stinky Whore Who Can't Sing to Save Her Life and is Married to a Slab of Rock because, Apparently, That is One of the Few Things That Can Withstand Her Singing. Wonder where the commas are in the tribal name. Weird language.

Anyway to wrap it up, all bad things on Earth came from the Bermuda Triangle, and that includes the Black Eyed Peas and Barney. See the link? No talent but strangely VERY popular.

Anyway I'm starting to find the term "Mat" is starting to become racist. This past month I was branded a 'Mat' twice by people who don't even know what it implies. I mean come on! I don't dress like them nor do I behave like one. Plus I'm Indian (I looooove using my mixed race as an escape) and Indians aren't 'Mats'. I are hungary. Need something to yeat!

I finally posted something after so long because I got so bored of staring at the computer screen and closing my eyes while sitting still, hoping that I can tap into my subconcious and unleash my chakra to devastating effect at people who keeps 'nominating' me for True Yoga and Fitness First. STOP IT! I'M NOT INTERESTED! YOU SUCK! ALL OF YOU! It must be you Fiz. You can't say no to a girl!

Anyway this Sunday will be my first formal wedding and I don't really have options for clothing. Hope I'll be able to find something soon. Can't wait to meet Pavan though. It's been so long since we've met. With Fiz, Timon and Pavan there, I'm sure it'll be a blast!

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Friday, April 9, 2010

My Take on Things

A transgender is asking for acceptance on Yahoo, saying he/she is also human. Wow. If you can accept that body of yours as human then accept the freaking gender it was made into. Don't go around asking people to accept something you know they won't like. We know you are human and it's not as if we're going to kill you. You didn't exactly come down in a spaceship saying, ''We are sexually confused but we come in peace!''. We are just not going to accept because there is a flaw in your demands. You think we hate transsexualism out of ignorance. The real reason why we do is because there is a fine line between 'ACCEPTING' and 'EMBRACING'.

If I ACCEPT him/her and transsexualism, my child might grow up in a world where he/she thinks that it's ok to be like him/her. If my child decides to follow suit and EMBRACES the lifestyle then I'll only have myself to blame. So I'm sorry but ACCEPTANCE is too much to ask for. Take business for example. If the price of rice rises too much for people to tolerate, we could always boycott. Trust me the prices will fall again with patience. High supply with low demand means low costs. Not accepting transsexualism and homosexuality will act as a form of deterrence to more people than you think you could ever influence. If it only takes one man to start a war between nations, it is also possible that one person's change of opinion will go a long way in securing a brighter future for ourselves and future generations. Thank God Singapore isn't America.

The reason I'm blogging it and not posting this on FB is because of the screwed up word limit.

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Saturday, March 20, 2010

DUBAI!
(OK I APOLOGISE FOR SCREWING UP AND THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED LIKE LAST JULY OR SOMETHING. SORRY! I FOUND IT IN MY ARCHIVES SOMEHOW I DIDN'T PUBLISH IT BECAUSE I HAD A PROBLEM WITH MY COMPUTER AT THAT TIME. SO HERE IT IS)

Sand is the first word!

Sun is the second!

Ocaciao (pronounced as OCA-CIAO) is the third!

The story begins when, after Hunny had gone to Dubai to be an air stewardess/cabin crew for Emirates, V bawled his eyes out everyday and kept annoying her with ''I MISS U''s and ''I LOVE U''s and ''DON'T GO OFF MARRYING A TYCOON OR A STEWARD/PILOT'' and ''COME HOME''s and "WHAT DID YOU EAT?I WANT THAT TOO!" and V annoyed himself too in the process. So to shut me up, Hunny bought V a ticket to go meet her! So cool of Hunny. After all, she does have the Rapper moniker called "Coolest".

Hunny came back to Singapore first for a few days on Singapore flights and passed me the ticket. She planned it such that on the last flight back to Dubai from Singapore, I would be on the flight she was on. So, lucky me, I got to be served by her and got to watch her serving others and I must say I had this overwhelming sense of pride when I observed her doing her work. She's already doing what she has always wanted, and achieving your dream job isn't what most people can boast even through their entire lifetime. Hell, I'm not even working right now and I can't even achieve what I want, which is to be a Rockstar. Blame me for not being realistic haha but that's just me. So proud of U Hunny :)

P.S. Great Service! Thank you for choosing Emirates!

| 6:58 AM |

Saints and Sinners

Civil war ravaged across archaic Japan, leaving destruction and famine in it's wake. Imperialism had come to obsolescence. Insurrection was in progress to overthrow the imperial regime and lead the people to diplomacy. Nothing was to stop the insurgence, and the people longed for freedom. Small villages that suffered the brunt of the violence, though, was less concerned about the rebellion. With supplies of necessities cut off due to the war, the people lived in fear for survival. Adding to their misery was an epidemic outbreak of a mysterious disease...

1.Ambition
The black acrid smoke rises into the already dark, starless night. The young boy barely had wood to form the pyre, only getting enough after hours of chopping logs with the axe he could hardly lift and begging the villagers for leftover firewood. The neighbours, short on supplies themselves, only agreed due to the fear of the disease spreading. "Only fire could purge it", the envoy from the West said. The Westerner lied, of course. Tuberculosis was foreign to Japan and he had no interest in helping the people. All the nautical miles he had travelled just to spread the influence of his Queen would not be for naught.
Admiral Johnson had only one purpose in mind for this journey - Success.
The Queen had sent him to establish trading connections with the Emperor of Japan. It was initially met with suspicion and protests, but it did not take long to impress the Japanese with their advanced weaponry and drugs. They traded their goods for treasures of the East, as part of a ploy to earn the trust of the people. This was only the beginning of their influence over Japan. The Queen had her eye on the country, and what the Queen wanted, she would get. Admiral Johnson was specially selected by her, and in her honour, he would not fail. For his livelihood, though, he couldn't. So, in fear for his life, he could not care less for the lives of others. He directs his second-in-command to throw the sick overboard. The locals could not learn of the source of their illnesses. They cannot know that his people had accidentally brought it with them on their voyage.

He watched on as the last of the flames flickered out. They were the only people who cared for him, but he had to burn their bodies because they were both infected. Neighbours speak of demons that plagued the land, referring to war and famine as divine indication of punishment to the people for their sins. A manic priest who had his family taken by the disease, chants repeatedly of angry Gods and that the land needed to be purified in blood. Yashin remembered how the victims would cough out huge amounts of blood in later stages of the infection. He felt like crying, but his eyes would not oblige. He had been crying since he woke up to see the two lifeless figures lying on the floor of his hut, and it seemed like he had run out of tears. He took a final look at what was left of his parents and and felt an ominous, foreboding feeling of possibly having to share the same fate soon. He composed himself and walked away from all that he knew. He had to be strong, just like that man he met a year ago.
He contemplated on the two paths towards the capital of Kyoto. He could have chosen the safe passage along the merchant trails but it would take an additional four days compared to a shortcut through the dense jungle. Either risk dying from unavoidable starvation on the merchant trails or attacks from wild animals and hazardous terrain in the jungle. He did not have time to waste. He only had enough crumbs and water to last him two days and would have to hunt for food when he ran out. Not much of a choice in the end. Scared as he was, he had to reach the dojo in Kyoto at all costs. Armed with his father's Wakizashi, he ventures into the dark jungle. Destiny beckoned.

| 5:27 AM |

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Hope

There are a lot of people that I know who are lost and are seemingly out of hope. They feel so low, depressed and alone. Honestly I have been depressed before. Everyone has to go through depression at least once in their lifetime, unless they aren't normal. It's a sad thing, depression. It clouds your vision, let's you believe that all hope is lost. You start to forget what is important to you and you carelessly neglect and throw away all that you have because you feel like nothing is worth living for anymore. They don't realise the most important thing, that it isn't hope that is lost, but the person. When you are at a place you don't recognise and you forgot your bearings, it doesn't mean that the places you've come to familiarise yourself with have disappeared. They are just simply out of sight until you find you way back. So hopefully sooner than later, everyone will find their way back home.

Speaking of which, Liverpool, please find your way back to greatness. I'll wait. Oh and Hunny, please come home to GREATNESS too :) I miss U.

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Wednesday, February 3, 2010

To A Special Friend

Tension, when accumulated at a sensitive spot, usually leads to breakage. I'm not a saint but I know I'm not as bad as you when it comes to lying. I don't know why it hurts and why I even bother but it does get to me. I thought you were always going to be the one I could depend on. The one to be there for me all the time. Where did I go wrong? What did I do to deserve all these mind games? Can I please know? What I know is that I'm not perfect and sometimes I may be harsh but that's how I am and if you couldn't take it my advice then tell me. I thought we saw each other eye to eye. There has always been a deeper understanding between us than people know but somewhere over these past few years, your actions and communication became foreign and lost in translation. I think I'm also to blame for this because apparently I'm not suited to be sought-after for comfort and advice. I'm losing people in my life that I never thought I would. You know how it makes me feel? Like a loser, a sore, bad loser because I have always refused to admit defeat that I've lost, especially when losing a brother is so hard to take.

I guess where I felt I stood high and mighty just came crashing underneath me and I am falling into an endless abyss called failure with only the thoughts on why it came to this and what it could and should have been. We've been through a lot and I have to admit you are a special guy minus the lies. So special it's a shame that you can't see it and continually shot yourself in the foot with the guns and bullets you voluntarily took from the aggressors who ruined your stability. Out in zero-degree waters, slowly sinking, vessels pass along and hurl ropes to pull you to safety but you can't seem to grasp it. Is it pride or is the rope too short? You have no idea how this insecurity has been eating at my head but I guess I can't assume I'm the victim. You definitely have your side of the story and whatever it is, I'll take it like a man. I guess I've misunderstood you and your needs. I don't need an apology because I should apologise. I've given up on waiting for you to change because you don't have to change. Buy the chair that you feel comfortable sitting on, listen to the honest salesman who tried to warn you of it's bad quality and rip-off pricing. I'm going to be the guy who will always believe what you say, even when it dominates my thoughts before I sleep because I know that believing could possibly hurt. I'm not out to write another 13-page essay like the one I handed out to Ms Jean Ng 7-8 years ago. That one was full of fantasy. I'm pouring out at least 5 years of feelings on this one.

I may not have been the best that you claimed I was at that department in your life, so don't apologise for seemingly not living up to my expectations, because I most certainly didn't live up to yours. That is how we ended up like this. It's a damn shame and I am sorry.

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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Best Blog In The World?

Thanks Ojig but I really doubt it. Love every post? Well I think I'm gonna disappoint you with this one -_-". I'm just trying to update frequently now. Just watched Liverpool draw with Wolves. Awesome thing to witness after staying up when I'm sick just to watch. Yesterday I asked Ojig about what he would do if Makwe (my grandma) could turn into a cockroach and he said he'd keep her haha. Since he calls roaches 'Kurma' I named her for him... KurMakwa.

I just had this flashback of when I was in ITE. I was in a packed bus 99 going back home when all of a sudden the driver brakes and everyone was falling down (except me I swear I don't know why). I was near the front door and there were 3 primary school girls whom I assumed to have been around 11 to 12 years of age. They were standing close to each other so they were falling in a domino-effect manner. Being the almighty V, I managed to support the three of them and they didn't fall. I then smiled at them as a gesture of "I hope you're okay" and continued listening to my mp3 player (cue for my fangirls to faint in adoration). About 5 minutes later, one of them nudged my hand and said that one of the other 2 girls was interested in me and would like to be my 'special' friend. I was like ,"WHAT?!" and I swear I was so embarrassed, I don't know why! Overwhelmed with embarrassment, I just smiled and ignored them. Then all 3 came to me and asked for my number, saying they all wanted to be friends. I ignored them till I alighted which was, thank GOD, 5 minutes later. Now I wonder why they don't just offer these type of kids for child prostitution instead of those poor, decent, innocent girls that never wanted to be part of it.

Kids nowadays are really not scared of sex and sexual attention. How they behave and dress is just beyond comprehension. I don't know why their parents even allow it. I mean, have some decency! Don't blame the rapist and molesters for being tempted. There is a thing in law called ENTRAPMENT. For example, you cannot place something in a bid to tempt people into taking it and then arrest them for stealing. That is a crime in itself. So don't dress the girls like sluts before they can take care of themselves and tempt these pedophiles. That's just not fair. If a kid gets raped on Halloween while dressed in a dugong/manatee costume then hell yeah HANG THE BASTARD! There's something wrong with him! He doesn't deserve to live in our society! Send him to Manchester! Oh wait sorry isn't that where crazy, rude criminals and cheaters live? I might be wrong but hmmm I somehow just convinced myself that it's true.

So there you have it boys and girls, my crap entry that was typed with a frying brain in my head. I swear this fever is killing me. I love typing nonsense. I wish I could write for a magazine that features nonsense. That would be one awesome magazine.

What I say is nonsense? If you call TRUTH 'nonsense' then how can you justify your NONSENSE as 'truth'?

| 5:56 AM |

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Appreciate

10-letter formation that carries a lot of weight in meaning, the same word we as humans are most guilty of failing to do.

Relations

- Most of us say that we do appreciate out parents for giving birth to us, for raising us to be what we are today, but we never really show it. I'm guilty of it too, I can't deny. Sometimes I find my parents annoying, but thank God that I'm following through with one of my new year's resolutions - to be nicer to my parents. You should too, whoever is reading this. It doesn't matter to them if you buy them things as a way to show your love. I realised that the best gift to them would be to show them that they should have no regrets in the way they've raised you. If you are weak in academics, show them that you have other useful traits so that they won't worry about dying and leaving you to fend for yourself. Just an example. I'm sure you can think by yourselves on what to do. They will leave you, and that will be the worst day of your life, carrying their bodies to the grave and watching them being buried. Make sure they can leave without a worry. That's the best a child can do for a parent.

- Some of us take friendships for granted. Some people think things will always remain the same just because they are good/great/best friends. Some people don't appreciate it enough to realise that the closer you are to a person, the easier it is to hurt that person with even the slightest things. Watch your actions and the things you say. It is never impossible to lose a best friend permanently. Ask you parents. Believe me. Rarely do friendships last your entire lifetime. If you want to keep it strong, do everything you can. Don't take it for granted and think that your friend will always be there and stay the same.

Moral Responsibility

- Most people can't give a damn about the world. Not many are willing to spend 5 minutes to sign a petition to save dolphins, no one cares about littering, about the repercussions of littering, about what animals or plantations it would kill, about the workers who would have to clean it up after us, because we're all living comfortably. We don't know what they are going through. We think we know, but we don't. I've always said to myself, if I was a billionaire, I would use the money to somehow save the world. The thing is, the billionaire doesn't see things like I do. Just like us middle-class citizens who don't know what littering means to the cleaners. The cleaners would think that if they were living as comfortably as us, they wouldn't litter or make work difficult for other cleaners. We don't appreciate the comfort we're given. We always think of things we would do with greater comfort but we don't realise what we should and should not with the comfort we're given.

More often than not, the world sets off an alarm, trying to give us a wake up call, but most of the time we're guilty of pushing the snooze button.

| 12:34 AM |

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Bastards

I can't believe that the debate about how guys are bastards is still going on. Girls can happily call guys bastards because of the ever so popular view on how men are always the responsible one for break-ups and how men can steal a woman's dignity and value but a girl can't do the same.

Honestly some people or should I say most girls, should just learn to keep up with the ages. Those are stories from days of old where men were seen as the superior gender and a woman must always abide to their words and likings. Nowadays the world has flipped and the girls are the ones sleeping around with random people on first dates and when they get dumped they blame it on the men. Some girls even give their guys too many second chances even after they have been cheated on repeatedly/for very long and when it doesn't work out, it's the guy's fault again. Now who's stupid? There are perfectly good guys out there and almost every girl has at least 1 sincere, nice guy who admires her and would love to be with her and treat her right but she doesn't want to be with him because he's ugly/poor/not fashionable or she doesn't notice him at all because girls nowadays are looking at all the wrong places such as the Internet and nightclubs.

THINK! People go to clubs to flaunt, get drunk, mingle and flirt and ultimately have fun. They're not looking for happily ever after in there! Not ruling out the possibility of true love blossoming from a meeting in a club but don't go searching with high hopes because you'll only find yourself waking up one day to regret it. I'm tired of reading newspapers/forums and seeing all these women who call men bastards for reasons as stupid as having wasabi in sushi. They either think their mothers are Virgin Marys because apparently their dads are bastards so they don't deserve being called parents or these people are happy with homosexuality and trying to rid the world of men. Here's a quote from me and I'm so damn proud of it I wish I could trademark it.

Guys can't be bastards if Girls aren't stupid so stop calling guys bastards, stupid!

Guys in the form of Mats, Ah Bengs and all scum of society DO NOT represent Guys as a whole!
So before you get dumped and cheated on and your poor little heart breaks, why don't you ask yourselves why and how did you even end up with that 'bastard' in the first place. Learn to protect yourself before harm is brought upon you. Take preventive measures. Even grandmas know by now not to flaunt their jewellery in public so as to not attract bad attention. Calling guys bastards is very insulting especially to dads (and wonderful crime fighters like me). I don't care how bad they were to you because you wouldn't have experienced life if it weren't for them. At least have some damn respect!

This is in no way directed at U Hunny because U're not like them. U like me (whom these other girls categorise as a bastard) :D

| 5:30 AM |

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Progression

I've been spending the last 6 months thinking about how I should progress. Hunny's in Dubai and I'm stuck here, doing nothing.Honestly a huge part of me wants to work in Dubai with Hunny, but I also know that a career over there probably won't last forever and I'll end up back here with what little education I have and won't be able to find a proper job. I do feel like schooling, but I don't know whether it is because I'm not prepared to work. Somehow I feel like I still have it in me to study well and have a good education, but I also have a strong need to earn a stable wage to support my family and marry Hunny. I feel like I deserve a good life after all these years. I won't say being me was so bad, but it could have been a lot better. Maybe I just need food -_-.

I kind of decided to look around for courses and part-time jobs. Really don't know what I'm after but I guess I'll have to work my brains properly this time. It's been on hibernation since I graduated from ITE. I'm flattered when family members say that I should be more by now because they feel that I'm much more capable than what I've accomplished, and I wish I had the same perception of myself. Maybe I do, but I just don't like to progress. Over the past few days I've been thinking of what I've been doing at home for so long and when I looked at the date it reminded me that I'm turning 23 in just over a month (presents hehehehehe just kidding) and I realised that DAMN I'm seriously getting old. I only have a Higher NITEC cert, and I'm certainly not proud of it. I totally blame the system. National Service needs some reconsideration on enlistment criteria. Maybe they should just allow everyone to just complete their studies, at least up to a Diploma level or when they feel like they can't progress. Bahh complaining won't do me any good.

This is one damn wordy entry so I'm sorry. Well I really had my mind made up to try out for Emirates and fly, but my sister and brother suddenly had a change of heart and told me to study. I can't blame them, because they don't know how I feel, being half the world away from Hunny and desperately wanting to provide for Ibu. I felt so hurt when my sister suddenly scolded me in the car back from Makwe's birthday celebration, saying that I never think of long-term plans. Yeah try saying that in the mirror if your husband is in Dubai working. I bet you'd leave Singapore and work there. Ahhh I'm evil I know but I don't hate her. Seriously people always say, "I know how you feel," but hell no they don't! I mean they get the IDEA but they can't FEEL it. I appreciate that they try though.

So I guess today I'm going to make that progression, even if it's just a step from my idleness. As long as I move away from the crossroads I'll feel better. I just hope it won't bring me too far away from what I hold dear.

I miss U Hunny
I love U Ibu
I'm sorry I can't even get to choose either one of you right now
I'll have to choose myself and hopefully there will come a day when I can choose both of you
Please wait for me

| 10:47 AM |