NWO And The FANE - An Asian Perspective

Raymond Is Living Proof How Sexuality Is Fundamental And You Can't Change It - If You Do, It Is Only For The Worse
Now, Raymond's (also known as Kent or Micheal) family life proves how unsupportive our Singapore system is of a family structure.

This is made worse because Raymond is probably gay to begin with, then because of some familial pressure and his own sudden innate stirrings to wanna start a family, he got hooked up with a China gall from Fukien province and she yes she can pass for one of us. Her Hokkien is very similar to ours.

But she is really full of emo. One minute she is cuddling her son, playing with him and the next, angry, scolding and shooing him away to sleep.

Liz the maid has shown me the divorce proceedings letter from the legal aid bureau and medical certificates from the National Skin Centre. If Liz's accounts are true, she suffers from some sexual diseases either she contracted on her own or from Raymond. Looks like genital herpes.

Raymond used to be a renov man. Now he plays mahjong for money, horse bets and even tikam lottery. After Wei Zhao is born, the whole family comes under even greater pressure. He has lost his feelings for the woman and they live apart and don't get along very well. One gets the feeling that he is leasing out the rooms so that the "wife" has another shot at a remarriage. She is young after all, only about in her mid-twenties.

And of course, he can have his fun too with the male tenants!

Raymond is half Taoist, half Buddhist and very, very superstitious. Late into the nights, he will pray and you should see the kinda big joss sticks he sticks into the urns and on the altar. Fire hazard!Everytime Wei Zhao cries, the family thinks it is kinda superstitious or something. So it is off to consult the home temple medium.

Worse he moves into the other room and sleeps in with the tenants, uninvited and after the tenants have paid him their due rents. Seriously outrageous! And imagine for a bisexual who has marital problems what this can only mean?

Now he wanna increase the rent by $50 and I have to think if I should move on or stay on.

At the centre of it all is Wei Zhao. Poor Wei Zhao. Poor poor Wei Zhao. He shouldn't be seeing all those things going on around him between his parents, the tenants and so on !

Liz, the maid has her own set of problems and she is giving me plenty. She has three children back home and she and her husband have marital problems. She has a white boyfriend in HongKong and if you ask me, she doesnt seem too clean for a married woman.

If she can't cope with work, she shouldn't really be working here. And the REALLY BIG LIES she loves telling. I am sick of all her complaints!

This is the kinda outrage I am being subjected to, just leasing places from landlords like Raymond. I mean I chose the life I chose precisely because I don't wanna put a gall in a predicament like Raymond is and now that a child has come along, it just makes the whole situation worse.

Fuck your fucking policy! Besides a minimum occupation period, there is also a minimum waiting out period and in my situation, I am caught for another two and half years!

And if I am not into galls, I AM JUST NOT INTO GALLS! Nothing is gonna change that! So please don't throw galls along my way and insult me! It just won't happen!

New World Order And The Free And Natural Economy - Of Asia, Our New Home
As I have mentioned, when I look around me at the Koreans, the Taiwanese and the HongKongers, we all look almost similar. Chinese. So I think it is time the Asian Chinese (and yes the Koreans and Japanese have to start thinking of themselves to be that way too) should all try to connect and align themselves as ONE people.

It is probably the older generation, some women and those still living in the villages who are a bit different from the rest of us. Education should change that. And it only remains that all Asians need to be taught communication, being polite and doing away with their crude and old traditional ways, particularly the bad ones.

Then we can all truly be ONE BIG ASIAN CHINESE family! And that includes our South-East Asian Chinese counterparts. The Thais and so on.

After that, then we begin to embrace the other members in our Asian family. The Malays, the Indians. They are Asian too.

We think up our own Asian model of education (veering away from an exam-based kinda system to a skills-based kinda system). Our own Asian cafes (gosh, the street snack I sample in Korea can't be any worse than the pretzels or the donuts that dominate the cafes of Seoul) and increasingly using Asian models for Asian fashion brands, even international brands.

Opportuning Asians to learn Asian languages like Korean, Thai and Japanese. It will be great if they can speak some English but hey, if they can't, then it is "US" who must change. I learn to speak Korean, Thai and Japanese and you know what, this will be part of my educational resolution, among enrolling myself for a degree course soon.

We are not whites, remember that but it just so happen that here in Singapore, we have concentrated on English and Mandarin (therefore literature in the first language is particularly favoured) but neglected other Asian languages which are reserved for only the top educational elites. The third language policy! Another screw-up!

Don't forget the days of just building 4 room or bigger flats, thinking that demand will always go that way and neglecting to build smaller flats like 2 or 3-room. And how we forgot to train our own people in doctoring or nursing care (we used to have stringent criteria for our own people to be doctors and lawyers) and the hospitality/tourism trade. Screw our housing and manpower planning!

The system doesn't even allow people like me the chance to just wanna pick up some conversational Asian languages, not another quest for super grades to hit a straight "A" record. Just to say hello and communicate with other Asians like the Thais, Koreans or Japanese!

Seriously fucked up!

Some More Asian ReCollections
Yes I saw Singaporeans living in Taiwan (maybe already a resident) and Thailand. Yes Beijing is dusty and yes they have fishing and farming villages but in other towns they have built some fantastic condo-like living quarters. Yes I lived in a hutong which was superbly made over but flushing, like in Taipei, can be problematic.

Yes they do shove and push on the trains, like here in Singapore too. But education should change that and somehow it is usually the older, the women and the villagers who do that.

Yes, Taipei has some neat beaches that rival ours and yes I visited their gay beach too. Just too sand duny and dusty though but still thriving. Singapore's died long time ago.

I had some security person accompanying me back to my hostel on my first night out in Beijing and I really appreciated the gesture! That dude was cute! I just wished it had been the Red Guard! They were hotter, cuter and taller (some of them)!

It is so cold at night in Beijing, I don't feel like going out anywhere except to sleep in and cover myself with warm sheets. It is just as cold sitting out in the hostel area. Now we all know why bears hibernate! Seriously waste of energy and time to expend during cold wintry climes!

Beijing is also dusty because it is covered in sand fields in most parts of the capital. That explains the dust and sand storm they periodically encounter!

Back here in Singapore, it has been rainy and cold too except for the last two days and these were days I took advantage of to tan and get out in the sun. To thaw and to bask in the sun! Hurrah for that!

All the cities I went were just as safe and sound and nothing untoward happened!

But hey the experience of travelling across Asia was all seriously worth it!

A Matter Of A Bit More Clamp

O God! More Clamped Up Than Ever
It has been more than a month that I have put on those metal wires and brackets wrapped around my teeth. Those metallic contraptions orthodontists call braces.

I distinctly remember specifying that I wanted the red ones but in the end I was handed those silvery metallic ones which look a bit outmoded. Why when I ordered orange juice but instead got a whole tropical durian fruit squeezed into my juice glass is of course beyond my comprehension!

The braces feel like a clamp and yesterday my ortho just tightened them a notch or two! So I know it is really tight and I am even more clamped up to talk and lost for words!

Where Goes The Asian Chinese Foreign Talent?

You Don't Even Need Plastic Surgery To Look Different
By now you would have known that the photo on my passport doesn't look the least bit like me. That pic was taken when I was still having some meat around me, I was old and haggard and was sporting a short hair-cut and was most likely depressed and lonely.

Voila, fast forward 5 years later, sporting a long flowy hair-do (courtesy of Mr Manga and Anime), doing away with glasses and having lost some weight, I was a TOTALLY NEW PERSON.

Almost all the immigration officers did a double take when they looked down at my photo and up again at moi.

The only immigration officer who made me take a cam shoot was the Thai one and she was probably having a bitchy day! What with two Italian gall tourists who didn't have their boarding passes with them and weren't about to give up argueing with her! Good for yer, bitch!

Bright Lights, Big Cities
And yes, Seoul has this elevator car-parking lot and the motel was seriously advanced. Everytime moi approaches the doorway, the light switches on and when moi walks away, it switches off.

Seoul is the 2nd most Christianised country in Asia, apparently. That explains a gall at the airport soliciting for donations and an old man coming onto me about being saved by Jesus. And those Western cafes. So many of them! The galls were really helpful but too bad I am NOT INTO Korean galls or any kinda galls for that matter!

Taipei, HongKong and Seoul look almost the same in the way they built their cities except that Seoul is seriously expensive and very very modernised. All three boast of good fashion wear like Japan but Japan is louder, brighter and flashier (their neons and their arcades can be heard a mile away).

Taipei is such an open society, it puts us to shame.

All our erroneous claims of being First World, modern and cosmopolitan. I don't even know what we are defining cosmopolitan to be. Because we don't seem to be getting that kinda progressive, modern, cosmopolitans here save for those from Third World countries, from the villages and the countryside and so on and predominantly of one or two racial and national ethnic composition, right along with all their Third World myths, superstitions and practices.

The honor of cosmopolitanism and of being truly First World belongs to Taipei! Not us!

Why Arent We Attracting These Hot HongKongers, Taiwanese And Koreans?
When I look at all those Asians, they all look similar to us except that the language was different. Cantonese, Hokkien, Mandarin and Korean. It doesn't matter. We all look almost the same. Asian Chinese. It is just a wonder why we dont seem to attract these foreign talent rather than the ones we are currently attracting!

Fucking crying shame!

My Trip Across Asia

A Clean Sweep Across Asia
I left quietly for an 18-day tour of Asia's major cities on an early Friday morning. I had packed all my stuff into one haversack and that was the way I intended - travel light, real light.

Who Do I Have For Company On Board The Flights
My first stop was to HongKong. As it was with most of the window seats I have had on almost all the flights I took, I was always sitting next to some old blimp or bimb. Didn't strike up anything much and there were a couple of business-suit, snooty types. Wasn't the least bit interested.

Hongkong saw me holing up in the right location - Kowloon's shopping belt - Nathan Road but the wrong place - Chung King Mansion - home to Little India, Little Arab and Little Africa.

Worst, the last two nights I was itching so bad and I spotted this real humongous bed bug! Didn't help the counter was manned by an old China woman, the water heater didn't work half the time and I was actually running into the same foreigners I am trying to run away from back home.

BRRRRRR - It Is Cold AlRight
When I landed at the airport, it was between 10 to 15 degree Celsius. It was really cold and because it was nearing the end of winter, the people of HongKong were fashionably togged out in their winter wear. Just like in Taipei and Seoul.

I had a runny nose and my eyes smart and tear and redden most of the time.

California Fitness Saved Me From Most Third World-Like Unsanitary Conditions
If not for the presence of California Fitness in those cities I visited, I would not have visited the different parts of the countries I went or had refuge from the cold in their saunas and steam baths or their huge hotspring jaccuzis in Taipei and Seoul.

If not for California Fitness, I would not have had the benefit of a hot shower, clean toilet and other bathing facilities especially in those stinkholes in Hongkong and Bangkok.

Thank god for California Fitness!

HongKong
I did window-shopping, of course, along Nathan Road. Most swimming pools were closed because of the winter season but I had great fun just checking out their shopping malls and their eateries.

Food was expensive and disappointing - nothing to crow about. But they have very plush seats on some of their bus services. The public bathhouse was disappointing save for one which was so elegantly decked out, 10 times better than its Singapore counterpart. And a really swell-looking crowd. I found a HongKong dude at the gym and had fun with him!

Taipei
When I flew in from around the airport, I couldn't help noticing how countryside and villagy Taipei was. That was only because I havent got down to their city area. The area where I was residing was part of old Taipei. The streets are dirty and many stray dogs run around, shitting and peeing all over the shop.

But they have spruced up the area especially one particular street where it has become a mecca for the fashionable young. My hostel was made over and it is clean, modern and neat, looking and smelling almost like a motel.

And Taipei is open, modern and loud when it comes to communicating gay life on the streets. They have their parades and huge events are held almost every month. The Eslite bookstore openly displays gay nude magazines and in these magazines, you can order porno by the phone (though they failed to deliver to me on the two occasions I did).

Like Hongkong, Taipei is one huge winter fashion street. They have more products, more designs and more brands. You will be surprised their public toilets can sense you inside the cubicle and automatically opens up its bidet cover for you. You can also open and close the bidet covers by pressing on some panel control inside the cubicle. Seriously modern!

Back at the gym, there is open cavorting around the shower areas and it is really hot. I found myself fucking up a hot gorgeous Taiwanese hunk here. Like I was seized by the moment by this cute, small Hongkong dude with tight buns at the steam bath back in HongKong.

There is this ONE public bathhouse which is new and had such great facilities and fantastic patrons that I stayed over throughout the night. Hot fun!

I bought up magazines and their popular "Crystal Boys" home video series. Something Singapore will never allow and never have, despite all our claims of being First World, modern and being the heart of Asia - seriously erroneous claims if you ask me.

Food is fantastic here only because many of their snacks are hand-made and the chilli sauce or paste make all the difference in the food you eat. I did hair rebonding here for only S$32 (which could easily cost me $150-$200 back home in Singapore) under the mastership of an old Taiwanese lady.

You can find many of their old buildings here intact like the CKS Memorial Hall (impressive with three big halls standing on huge sprawling parade grounds and CKS's statue sitting amidst one of them) which has been renamed the Freedom Square and their National Library.

Seoul
Very very very cold. Clean and modern though they have conserved most of their traditional character. Just too many Western-style cafes like Starbucks, Tom & Toms and a host of others. Sometimes at the expense of their own traditional eating houses I thought. Visitors would like to sample Korean cuisines I thought, more than they would Western food.

I got to eat their noodles and gruel though. And the Korean guys at the gym are all hunks with fantastic physiques. You should see the ritual they go through in taking a shower, like the Japanese. Scrubbing, soaping, towelling, squatting and so on.

On the day I visited Rodeo Street on Apujeong, it snowed. At first, I thought it was dust falling from the sky but then I realised it was snow. Soon it morphed into a huge snowfall and it was just as well that I spent the night at a public bathhouse.

The Korean dudes are hot and they cavort openly. I couldn't really get to sleep as the moment I do, someone would sleep right next to me and want something - like sex, a blow-job, a whatever!

Really hot!

Beijing
By the time I arrived, I was almost numb from cold and because of the many cold drinks I have had, I was nursing a sore throat and cough. I visited Tian An Men and yes it is huge and impressive but I didn't get to see Mao's body at the masoleum. Wrong day and wrong time!

The Forbidden City was ok and there is this Hall of Mental Cultivation where the Emperor kept his wardrobe, ornaments and jewelleries. And these were for his "mental cultivation". But at the end of the signpost, he says that the secret is actually to desire less. Now he tells us after he has everything!

Like I remarked to Chet, an India-born Londoner/New Yorker, the palace looks like one huge social and recreational playground for the emperor minus the golf!

The second day I climbed the Great Wall and this isn't the touristy place that most visitors go. This is the 4-hour hike up and down the wall starting from Jin Shan (in Hebei province) all the way to Sima Tai (in Beijing). A climb that requires some endurance, some physical fitness and some getting used to the cold.

My legs went all hobbly and weak during and after the climb and today, I am still resting to recuperate.

Did some shopping at the Wangfujing and of course visited the only Calif gym here. But nights are too cold and all I could do was stay home and sleep between warm sheets.

BangKok
Visited old haunts for food and drinks and yes the gyms. Especially the one that wasn't open yet when I last visited. Some have been revamped and food prices seem to have gone up.

They have closed down the Best massage parlor they have and now there doesn't exactly seem to have one that matches the kinda service and massage the closed-down one offers.

But at least I still get to drink authentic lemongrass! And the massage is still way better than Singapore's.

I got to buy gay porno off the streets of Bangkok. All I need do was ask and I was led to the backshop where the pornos were DVD quality and crystal clear that come complete with movie picture cover jacket. Nothing surreptitious like here in Singapore. I also bought a few Asian gay movie titles. None which will ever be available here in Singapore!

Immigration Smart Alecky Hubris
Most departing airports would have screened and X-rayed our hand luggages thoroughly so that the arriving ones are spared the hassle. But it seems that the immigration here wanna waste their precious time and resources by making moi go for one more round here at our airport!

To top it all, they have this 6-page fold over travellers' note, demanding declaration of hard physical currency and bearer negotiable instruments that exceed SGD30 000. It was totally ridiculous as I think most travellers would have brought along their cheque books and write out the values then, rather than before the event. And it is totally stupid to ask from whom and to whom the CBNI are intended and to even ask for the addresses.

All this in the name of combating terrorism financing and money laundering!

No wonder most travllers were stumped!

Come April there will be a budget announcement and from what I understand, a major cabinet reshufflle. I can only wish that the portfolios of finance, education, home affairs, information and the arts and national development will see stiff-necks and bozos being booted out from office!

AMEN!

More Games People Play

The Pram Brigade
The pram brigade. Well ok, you see loads of China nationals here too and yes, the elderly and occasionally the wheelchair bound.

That is what this new (it is almost 7 years old and I guess that is relatively new) estate is all about. Couples (married or otherwise) pushing their infants and toddlers around in prams.

This is far better than where moi was before. At least if I wanna strike up a rapport or I find the baby really cute, I pinch their cheeks or go all goo-ga-ga over them.

But like Wei Zhao who is in the care and hands of Liz, the Indonesian maid employed to look after him, you get to see all kinds of parenting skills.

Parents who actually plant ideas into their kids and have them wanting the things done to them when they actually would have just sat still in their prams and not break out into a big sob.

Sample this:

Mom: "You want Daddy to carry you, don't you?"

Toddler, sitting still at first but suddenly lighting up at the subliminal suggestion and reach his hands out for Daddy.

Daddy, in the meantime, was a wee bit slow, so junior broke out into a BIG SOB.

At first, I carried and hugged Wei Zhao a few times but now, I have stopped and limited my playtime with him to just fondling him and then quickly retiring back to my room.

I don't want to be accused of spoiling him and making him break out into a bawl just because he wants to be cuddled and hugged and carried (O god, you mean kids aren't supposed to be done that?).

But I know for a fact that everytime I sit down to play with him, the maid would fill me in on the household goings-on. Very strange goings on, it seems.

Sex, Lies And VideoCams - More Games People Play - Mind, Bedroom, Boardroom And God Knows What Other Games
Of course I know it is strange. The bisexual father (he has admitted this to me and the "wife" and maid do not know) had placed an ad in the gay classifieds.

That was how I picked up this room. And in the other room, he apparently has two straight tenants. And all three of them (wife and tenants) are in the same age bracket!

Liz the maid has a family back home but while she was working in HongKong, she had a white boyfriend. And she isn't on good terms with her in-laws just like Wei Zhao's mom.

Father comes back late in the night and sleeps outside in the hallway and seriously this couple has hardly any physical nor any communicative contact.

Mother works and when she comes back, the kid is asleep and she will watch TV or some computer clips and goes on the Internet or put on a face mask and yes there is a little tur of false hair she possesses.

To add to all the sex, lies and videocams, when the maid asks if I was single, I said yes and I had cohabited with a girl before but now we have broken up!

What do you expect me to do in this situation? Tell the truth and risk being drawn into their familial confusion?

Child Development
Liz, the Indonesian maid, has nothing but complaints against the mom and of course against Wei Zhao.

Complaints about how the mom is rude and loud towards (and yes, abrogating her maternal duties) her and how Wei Zhao can't speak yet at this age (gosh, even a 22 month old kid is already under so much pressure to talk, walk and god knows what else) and a whole host of misbehavior and safety issues at home.

I am steering clear of Liz. She is onto moi, I think, and I am not the least bit interested. I have ticked her off once already and I know she is stirring up loads of gossip and trouble at home. She had deliberately left urine and faeces in the toilet bowl and hing her lingerie on my bamboo pole when there were others available.

The fault must lie squarely with the father and the mother for throwing up all this confusion.

That Was Hair Therapy?

Hair Therapy - Or Was It?
Of course I still have those long flowy locks that are tousled into a nest of messy hair all over. Except that it has been three months and my hair does need a trim, a shape and a cut.

So with that in mind and to keep my hair growing long forever more, I stepped into this hair salon and a team of two hair stylists promptly drew moi into its sales pitch of either a herbal hair treatment or an electrode-based one on a machine.

A monitor scan showed up moi's 100x magnified mirror image of hair follicles and moi's never before close-up view of his precious scalp.

And what a scalp it was! There were all these white gluey smudges clinging themselves for dear life at the base of the hair canal which the stylists duly attributed to grime and blockage that prevented hair growth and that was precsiely what the treatment was gonna help eliminate!

A bit taken in by all the hype our foreign friends were drumming up and assured that there will be a before and after scan, moi decided to go with it.

Spraying on what seems like an anti-freeze (which they claimed to be antiseptic) and slapping on layers upon layers of gooey "mantana" herbal jelly (both of which were freezing cold), my hair was left to stand for 20 minutes.

Talk about freezing up my scalp, head and brains!

When the time was up, the "after" scan showed up the exact same smudges and the team of two then proceeded to hard sell their package deal of a 6-session hair therapy treatment which of course I declined.

That will be positively the last time I will set foot in this hair salon! Enough already!

That probably explains the trickle of customers it is having!

They Have It All
While sipping tea and waiting for my hair to be cut, I picked up several copies of the salon's Japanese hair-style magazines and what a variety of styles there were! Both long and short.

Compare that to the one style we invariably have here!

Some dictates maybe?

The Conspicuous Consumer Isn't So Conspicuous After All
I have stated many times how we all live in our own worlds and move within our own circle of friends and associates.

It is the same with shopping and dining! Unless you are an avid shopper like moi now is (to a certain extent), you find that the conspicuous consumer is probably just a fashion street consumer!

Price tags usually in the range of tens of dollars!

It is the same with food. The hawker centres and the coffee-shops aren't getting much cheaper.

Braces For A Better Future Life And A Tension-Relieving Sex Therapy Session

What A Smart Investment For One's Long-Term Well-Being
I have always thought that as we grow in our years with age, our teeth will all drop off and we will all end up looking like Old Mother Hubbard, who sat on her tuffet (or is that a line from Miss Muffet instead?), muching porridge with a set of teethless smile.

Ha ha ha. I just love the word "munching" because it just shows how age can really eat into your enamel.

Therefore I thought nothing of dentures as being a GIVEN. That was until I paid a dentist a visit that day and he shook my long-held mistaken notion to its very core.

I was told that if I keep up with my flossing and brushing and engage in a little shaping and aligning along the way, with the help of braces of course - in short orthodontics treatment - I may just get to keep most of my teeth till my old age.

Guess that just woke me up to the fact that all those kids with their thousands of dollars worth of red, blue and green-colored aesthetic braces paid for by their RICH PARENTS are JUST ONE HECK OF A SMART KID WHO ARE INVESTING IN THEIR FUTURE HEALTH AND WELL-BEING!

Lucky lucky lucky rich kids!

An Assembly-Line Kinda Feeling
On the big day I decided to proceed with THIS BIG DECISION TO wear braces for the next two to two and half years (oh yes, I chose red for my aesthetics), I had my mouth probed into, my lips torn apart, my teeth checked and rechecked, photographed and X-rayed, wax for moulds shoved into and outtta my mouth and all these happening while signing on the dotted line for some consent forms.

I felt like I was some product moved from one assembly line to another. Efficient and professional -yes but nothing much else. And I acually consented to the X-ray films and photographs being used for academic discussion and teaching purposes.

Oh WOW! I want royalties for that!

My mute sister will be next in line for her set of false dentures.

My First Full-Body Sports Massage And Physiotherapy Patient
It has been almost a good 20-day wait for my first sports massage and physiotherapy patient to turn up!

When I got his booking and outcall, I was almost numb with the long wait (not that all that bad things that had happened to me didn't add on to my feelinglessness). But I pulled myself together and managed a short session of a gym work-out before scooting down to his place.

At his door-step, I noticed he wasn't much of a good looker and that was only because of the pimples and scarring that marred his otherwise tanned and relatively good physique and youthfulness.

He was topless and dressed in a pair of knee-high bod shorts so I could tell instantly what he looked like.

I stripped down and seeing that I did, he did the same. He had a nice long dick and it was half-erected.

And with that I began a session of a hot massage in his bedroom. Though the air-conditioner was turned down quite low, I was actually sweating because I was giving my all and I was variously straddling him, squatting and standing over him on his queen-size bed so that I could rub in my BEST for him.

The last stage was that nice long dick standing its full length gearing up for a full frontal view massage which I couldn't resist a massage and putting my mouth to.

It was MORE THAN JUST delicious!

The Hair Has It And Shows Us For Who We Are

Three Hot Schools Training On The Track And Field
Super duper stunning and young good lookers out on the tracks engaging in their athletic training.

I wanna get closer but somehow I got tight-lipped. I hope the other party takes the initiative instead. Even if I do, is my gaydar working (even if it is, I may not be their pick) and will they turn out to be like the many I have run into?

Keeping in touch just fizzles out once the other person throws a spanner in the works, like he is with his girl friend. An obvious hint to buzz off. And I do take the cue and keep my distance.

Sigh, life is tough for gays to get hitched. Maybe more so in my case.

Me And My New Hair Look - Long Is The Word
I have never kept my hair longer than 8 weeks. But today marks the 10th week my hair has been growing naturally into its shaggy tail-ends, tousled messiness and wind-swept untidiness.

And I am loving it and learning to live with it. Once the time is ripe, I will trim, cut and shape into a different style. A style that copes with my NEW LONG-HAIR look.

Schools and throughout our lives, we have been mind-controlled and conforming to the standards to GOD KNOWS WHO set the rules.

Some freaking stupid GOD who thinks he is GOD!

That Is Just Me

An Eye Feast For A Lone Foreign Man
This Indian man (ok so maybe he is Bangla or someone else) sat right smack in the middle of the train on the plastic seats.

While his body was almost motionless, his eyes were twinkling and following the galls on board the train. Galls in various stages of undress with exposed abs revealing navels or butts showing their cracklines.

At some point he was slapping his forehead and you could tell that he was squirming and feeling very uncomfortable in his seat.

He was very, very distracted (for whatever reasons) by the sea of young galls and women who boarded and alighted from the train and who chattered and squeezed themselves among the crowd of commuters.

Galls who would, to a foreign man from a Third World, seem loose and too immodestly dressed.

Did the galls raise his testesterone a few notches higher? Were they tempting him into adultery when he has a family back home to feed and loof after? Was he desperate and alone?

Is he seeking solace in the midst of this relentless commercial grind that bears no meaning for him except that he needs the money? Is this too much of a culture shock?

Only the foreign man himself will know.

Nothing Old Or Too Traditional For Me Especially If It Is A Bad Habit Or Tradition
I eschew everything old and traditional especially if it is bad.

Therefore there shall be no sniffing and the rubbing of axe oil for me to ward off giddy spells or in the heat or in crowds. No Vicks VapoRub. No biting into a cane of sugar with the bare teeth that can only jag the edges if not crook the teeth.

I eschew almost everything old and traditional especially if they are bad practices that can harm one.

Another Rare Blog

A Change For The Worse
That is how I am all my life.

From home to school and then to work. I have never given anyone any problems but it seems that starting from home, then school and finally at work, the people around me were constantly giving me problems instead.

Not to mention the state. Its policies and a myriad of its state-related administration blackhole. A whole slew of nonsense thrown up by the ruling "elites" (sounds a lot like idiots if you ask me).
Every bad life event that befalls me just hardens my stance against humanity. You can be sure of that. In fact I am committed to doing one bad deed every day in this EVIL-dom.

You bet, I change, starting from my life in school.

A Big "No" To Things That Runs Contrary To My Fundamentals
But the fundamentals for me remain largely unchanged. This has strengthened my resolve especially in the light of the kinda women, wimps and blimps I have been leasing places from. Oo and don't forget the foreign and local thrash!

No to all three. No to local or foreign thrash. No to the ruling idiots. No to living with people of a different ethnic group and of a Third World kind (for obvious reasons of different religious practices and habits and lifestyles).

JUST A BIG NO. Everyone has a choice as to the kinda friends and beaus they wanna keep company with or start life on.

Fuck Off, Get Out And Drop Dead
Three things I wanna say to whoever it is who is putting me in this predicament. One, FUCK OFF. Two, GET OUT and three, DROP DEAD.

Come up to me, tell me in the face you are the one and I WILL SMASH YOUR FACE TO SMITHEREENS.

Before anyone plays GOD, let us all look at ourselves real hard and good in the mirror.

Which Can Be Worse?
Once I got to know Rhemi better, his character just sucks. If not for his smaller size, I would have had a slug-out with him. He is such a wimp! Going back on his every word!

Like all the wimps I ran into. Wimps who are gays, bis or ex-gays turned straight. I am not sure which of the three categories could be worse.

The ex-gays who are now holed up with bimbs prolly would fit the worst category followed by the bisexuals. I guess they are much to be feared and loathed too.

And that just goes to show their ambivalence. Anyone who can't stand firmly behind his sexuality despite knowing better, is just someone you can't trust.

Deceit begets deceit. Then more deceit. And before you know it, you become the government of the day!

Only The Young Courting Couples And The Young Families Are Happy (For The Time Being), After That A "Happy" Marriage Just Declines When The Couples Realise Life Is More Than Just Reproduction And Conforming To Societal Norms Contrary To Their Own Knowing, Deep-Seated Gut Feel
Look at Andy. I susupect he is bisexual. So he has turned straight. But is he happy in this marriage to "The Woman"?

I don't think so. He works till late at night, usually past midnight and even on weekends. I suspect there is just something going on. "The Woman" and Ashley are left to their own devices.

So you call that a happy family life together?

Can They Say UV Is One Cause Of Cataract?
Ok so my cataract is congenital. But the medical literature has not mentioned one shred of UV being a cause.

I guess they can't because if they do, Singapore, being somewhere in the tropics would be inundated with cataract cases wouldn't we?

Maybe we are but we ain't getting the statistics.

Other Eye Ailments
On top of my cataract, I have presbyopia and my eye prescription reading has changed drastically.

Gosh that means new lenses all round and I have to resolve what I should be purchasing. Would it be a full-powered pair of lenses or one that is progressive (or what is still known as bifocal) or a strictly presbyopic pair of glasses.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. In fact, I had to revisit the eye consultant twice just so that I could get his professional opinion as to what he thinks I should do with three different sets of prescription readings.

And more money and funds for a future eye-op and what about that L2 compression thingy I had? GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE life may throw down my way?

No Second Look Or Chance - I Just Turn My Back On Them
I have been bumping into some of the previous landlords (or whoever) I rented places from.

Psycho - his characteristic head scarf still wrapped round his head and yes that Malaysian slut of a wimp (my very first taste of a foreign place owner and what a bitter aftertaste).

He is with some security services tending to emergencies at one of our entry-exit points. Imagine someone like that working at one of our high-security places and he phishes at home!

Oo!

No Easy Search And Countless Rejections - So What If I Go For Someone Younger?
Searching for that elusive beau!

The good ones don't cross my path and I am not just talking about the good lookers but without a slight hint of personality or character. I am talking about people with both. A rare gem it seems! And yeah, most are not gay OR SO IT SEEMS.

A ploy perhaps to throw moi off their trail.

Guess I am not their type. And I also pick and choose I suppose. No need someone SO FANTASTIC but someone in between will do.

If I have to live my life alone, SO BE IT!

The hunt goes on.

First You Deny Me A School, Now If You Deny Me This As A Means To Eke Out A Living, I WILL KILL YOU!
If there is gonna be another accreditation scheme for physiotherapists or masseurs and this is gonna deny me my ricebowl further, I WILL KILL YOU

Like optometry, it is not an exact or precise science and all the paper credits and academic courses will NOT DO ANY FURTHER GOOD.

As it is and as part of our entrenched TIPU culture here, you don't usually get a good massage therapy anywhere, AT LEAST not the full works from head to toe and from front to back.

You get only part of the whole works AND sexual prostitution seems to be under the guise of a massage these days.

When I do a sports massage, it is a holistic therapy and yes, full body massage (plus a dick massage) and sex therapy if so requested, the latter being optional.

Everyone is doing it and then you wanna deny moi his?

One Lone Man Versus A Groupie And You Pick On Him? Where Is Your Sense Of Judgement?
I bought a packet of black carrot cake and proceeded to Mcdonalds to tuck into my breakfast.

Before I know it, the supervisor came round and rattled on about non-halal food being expressly forbidden to be consumed within its premises.

In fact someone even called in the police only last week, according to MR FATSO and right after that, a team of three of our blue squad members actually sauntered by. I have spotted three or more of them only a few nights ago besieging a poor lone man sitting at the void deck.

Contrast this with the groupies (of certainly more than five of different races and ages hanging out at the central courtyard right up to 2am and beyond).

Gosh I actually got out that night to see what actually goes on below the block. Other than groupies all over, two guys accompanied a gall to her home and all seemed tipsy. I understand from the punk's neighbor that they are moving out following numerous complaints.

Makes one disbelieve the kinda patrols our blue squad chooses to go on.

And yes because of the arena and the high walls (some acoustic thingy), the beep on their mobiles or their chatter actually echoes and reverberates all round in the dead of the night.

Truth is, it takes only one laughing hyena and that mirth irritates you to the bone because of the reverberation.

A Night When A Big Fight Occurred
Just like Miss Fat Gallfriend of Rhemi who purposely slams the door one night when she comes home and because the door is really hollow, it shakes. Just like when the copters hovering close to the blocks did the same thing once to my door.

In reply I did the same and she had the cheek to confront moi. On top of her other accusations that I bath in the toilet without locking the door (I never once did and she had never come round that close except Rhemi).

In the first place, she shouldn't even be in the picture because Rhemi owns the place and we signed the contract in the presence of the real estate agent as the witness.

If it is to be the way she wants it, then Grand Aunties and Uncles can all come in and have their say on the matter.

So what if I turn on a night lamp every night when I sleep? Who wouldn't under the kinda circumstances I am living in?

The Punk has readily admitted he is fickle-minded. There you have it! And letting an old man bathe in cold water while he enjoys the creature comforts of a hot bath in his own room IS JUST DOWNRIGHT DESPICABLE.

The McDonalds' Incident
Back to the story of the Mcdonalds' incident.

I am not sure what pork or lard he was referring to. The carrot cake was fried in vegetable oil. There are restaurants touting "Non-Halal" food but no pork or lard so Muslims can actually dine in them. And where is the Halal certificate that should come right along with it at its premises if it so pronounces itself to be one? So what do you make of that?

Golly what about its staff members who actually take out the thrash and then handle food or clean out the toilets and then handle food? Wouldn't that be a sure way to contaminate food? What if they don't wash as thoroughly as they should? Another Prima Deli food poisoning case just waiting to happen?

And yes I have spotted houseflies on its other premises before.

And I was outside in the al-fresco section so "No outside food is allowed" just doesn't apply because I am already outside?

The Community's Doing And UnDoing - Stupid Fucking Fools
I was in fact stung by one of its auntie staff member who when I requested for a new styrofoam cup for a tea refill insisted that I bring back the old one.

Despite telling her that the old one was dirtied, she chose to launch into a tirade.

I brought this to the attention of the McDonalds supervisor.

This is the doing and the undoing of the community. The company has its policies. Please do not add on your own. The saka king or queen that you are. Just shut your trap and the company knows no better.

In fact I think that at the ground level, the community and its leaders have more discretionary power than they choose to exercise.

This in short sums up how deserving the community is for all that it is getting.

More Good News, Thanks To You And Your Many Policies And Tests (Fuck You)

Now that the diagnosis has come through, I am left with three different sets of prescription readings. One for my old pair of contact lenses, a recent one for a new pair and today, another one from the eye hospital.

What is moi gonna do with these different sets of readings? It seems that optometry is more art than an exact science and it depends on what you can see most clearly with when you take the test.

It is confirmed moi has cataract. But you have to wait for it to "ripen" before you can go for any op and in the meantime it is gonna be more blurry vision. You should listen to what some patients who contracted it have to say.

An old woman had pus leaking from her eyes before she realised something was wrong. And it was a 4-year wait before she finally could have an eye-op.

It must be the last two years that moi runs under the hot sun and engaging in other sporting activities outdoors that has precipitated it. Look what another shit-ass predicament SHIT ASSES have pushed me to. Another cause and effect thingy.

I would have been comfortable at home like the last time (running a home office) and going for my pre-dawn runs like I always do and perhaps NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED.

One Of Those Far And Few Blogs Nowadays

Another Big Clean-Up Of A Health-Care Industry? I Understand An Act Is Gonna Be In Place Soon
If you remember from my earlier blogs, I walked into this eye-lenses dispensing shop and subsequently how at two of its branches, I spent close to a $1000 on a pair of permanent contact lenses and three pairs of glasses.

An optician (who dispenses or sells glasses and eye instruments, it seems) attended to me and did the work of an optometrist. He was an older chap (a blimp) and I didn't like him the minute I set eyes on him. Apparently he was formerly in the car trade.

For me, it doesn't matter who you are and as long as you work in an optical shop, you should be able to do the work you are assigned. If you can't, then don't do any eye tests or measurements on any patient. It is his eyes you are fooling around with and his eyes are not guinea experiments for your new-found optical career switch.

A few months down the road, I notice how foggy my contact lenses have become and at the same shop, an opto did a fluroscent-strip test (for whatever reason).

Today, my right eye has deteriorated to the extent that it has become blurrer and cloudier than my left.

Visiting another outlet of the same optical company, I did a thorough test with the opto and she diagnosed that my degree had gone down while my astig had increased. My glaucoma test was a little on the high side and I had mild cataract. Another optical shop pronounced the same cataract verdict.

There are now several postulates as to what had happened.

One, as the opto had claimed but its HQ people now deny, the optician had under-corrected my vision and any drastic change in eye vision could not have happened within such a short time. That is what the opto had put to me.

Two, the contact lenses (which is an in-house brand) is defective.

Three, it is really the mild cataract that is causing me my blurred vision.

I will now have to consult an eye doctor to clear things up before deciding if the HSA should step in in investigating the goings-on at the optical shop and if it is indeed the optician's mistake or the lenses' defect.

As far as I am concerned, there is simply no compromise on a person's health and safety. We don't want another dragon boat tragedy especially if it is preventable. And we don't want to wait for 20 years for young lives to die before an inquiry on safety standards kicks in.

The People I Ran Into And The Total Disregard For Human Safety, Human Health And Human Well-Being
A young hot stud with legs as huge as an elephant. To me this is elephantiasis but he mouthed a scientific term which I can't remember and he couldn't spell it. He got it from birth and I know for a fact that if it is elephantiasis, it is a kinda worm infestation and I thought this could happen at any age. So does this have to do with hygiene standards of the environment?

A Filipina who slipped and fell on a rainy day and despite landing on her spine (like I did) she crawled back to work. What madness is this? Isn't health more important than work?

A local dude who is waitering and has this itchy eczemaic fingers. A check reveals he got it from work. Work-related health hazards. How many of us have not worked at places that were less than safe? He Ape's had his wall socket hanging loose with live wires exposed.

What about those metal canister pesticide sprays that the pest-busters are carrying around? Those are petroleum-based sprays and don't they make the surface they are sprayed on slippery sloppy?

Not to mention motorcyclists tinkering with their bikes at void decks or car-parking lots, leaving behind grease on the floor.

And those grass cutters whose machines do not have a cover shield and the real danger of flying objects emanating from them. Or of the diesel they leave behind when the cutters refill the machines.

What about cleaning, construction, blue-flame welding and electrical wiring works that can just happen anywhere anytime at high human traffic areas? Don't they pose hazards to passers-by?

What about fixing washing schedules at public places (and even private commercial places) where they splatter soapy detergents and water everywhere, making those places one HUGE SLIPPERY SLOPPY SLOP!

Our Sports Halls' And Swim Pools' Changing Rooms - A Feast For Sore Eyes
Dirty, foul-smelling changing rooms and shit in one shower cubicle. Jurong East Aquatic Centre has it all.

Not that Yio Chu Kang is far behind. The state of total disrepair of its hand dryers, shower cubicle doors, hooks and many more.

The choice of metallic parts at the swim pools' changing rooms. Rust follows that splatter everywhere. Look at Choa Chu Kang Aquatic Centre and Tampines.

Hooks that are off their places and now replaced with sharp barbs instead of the rounded ends. Tampines has it.

Urinals that stink and are so filthy.

What about what lurks inside and in between the mat at Bishan? Not exactly clean is it?

Time for a BIG CLEAN UP? Please follow Jurong West's example. It is new and well-maintained. And Tampines is not too bad save for those things highlighted.

Spare Me Your Problems, I Have Enough Of My Own
By now you could have guessed that I am so sick and tired of the kinda places I am renting and the kinda people I am renting the places from and the kinda company I am have to keep, I just yearn for my own place more than ever.

An assortment of characters but if they were reasonable, logical and rational, HEY WHY WOULD I HAVE PROBLEMS? Worse, different lifestyles, different habits, different religions, different era, different thinking, what can I say?

As I mentioned, sure everyone has problems but I don't see myself throwing out mine. The problem is "THEM". They are the ones giving me the problems.

A Stay For The Night, A Day For Rest, A Shower And A Wash - That Is All I Need For A Room
I have indicated to the new place owners I am moving to, that I am just there to sleep for the night, shower, freshen up, wash my laundry and rest. I am not the least bit keen on the bisexual owner nor his China gal-friend, wife, whatever. Nor the maid they hire.

Maybe their 18 month-old toddler I might just like.

Strictly no BLIMPS, BIMBS and WIMPS. Especially wimps and galls in any shape or hue or color.

Of Refuge And Rest
Everyone wants a place of their own where they can retreat to. And with full-facilities within range so you don't spent so much. Transport for one.

Fewer Blogs From Now On

All-American Breakfast And A Hot Neck Massage For A Hot Young Dude
Here I am, tizzy after a hot night out at the men's club after their nudists' event, on an early Sunday morning, sitting down to an all-American breakfast at a local outdoor cafe.

More on this night out a little later on.

In between polishing off two hot sausages (and the men's club had so many of them, I feel so horny all over again) , a slice of kaya toast, two fried whole eggs and reading a copy of The Sunday Times, I noticed a hot young Malaysian Chinese guest worker sauntering by.

From the way he hung his neck and do the occasional twist, you could tell that he had a neck ache.

Harboring hopes of being a sports physiotherapist (especially for hot young sportsmen and yes sportsboys) and looking up several massage manuals recently, I immediately offered my services.

As it was only a small neck area to work on, I didn't have the whole body, head to toe, full-blown kinda physical therapy that I was hoping for.

Nevertheless, I did my very best. Tapping, kneading and pinching, I digged my fingers into his flesh and bones, explaining to him that I was a sports masseur of sorts and how I hope this will help relieve him of his pain from Hell.

When I was all done, I asked if he felt better and he said a BIG YES!

That made my day! More than my night out at the men's club if I must say.

What else can I say? It is nice to know a fellow human being had benefitted from my healing touch and I didn't charge a cent and he wasn't even Singaporean!

A Holy Crusade
It was after breakfast and while waiting for Calif to open its doors that I stumbled upon The Scape.

The Scape, if you must know, is THE hangout for youths.

And this morning there were several young dudes from HCI, who because of the NYAA thingy, (which I have blogged before about it being wrongly predicated on unsound and skewed premises) were actually putting together a creative event for the public.

The creative event was namely to dress up and redesign the drab mono-color litter-bins dotting our clean, green and beautiful island.

Political Indoctrination Amidst Idle Chatter
Someone put it down correctly (ok, ok, so it was MM Lee himself). For me, it is now no longer a vocation to teach and educate, it has become more of a crusade. A crusade against what I see as the so many wrongs here.

So while I chatted up a dude, I crusaded, what else!

The Standard Chartered Marathon Run
It had been a long day and a long night.

First I went for my ritual daily run and then a dip in waters at one of our aquatic centres (and yes, the staff usually can't tell you what the difference is between a normal swim pool and an aquatic centre) where moi promptly left behind his fav, white striped boxer swim trunks (boo-hoo, boo-hoo but hey I got two HOT low-cut skimpy white swim trunks for replacement).

Then it was gymming and more run-around before a night out at the men's club. Literally a overnight night-out.

The next morning while moi went human-fishing at the shopping mall, there were all these cute hot tanned young runners in their short running shorts and tanks.

I thought canoeists were hot. Swimmers and gymmers just as hot. But what? Runners too?

Oh Lord! Is this another one of your many HOT MEN (and boys) temptations?

Anyway, one too many was sporting a limp or a shuffling foot after their marathon run!

Poor dudes! I wished I could have massaged their tired feet for them! And yeah, some consensual hot full-body therapy!

A Nudists' Night Out
Incredible experience.

At first I hesitated when the recept told me there were 101 men (which turned 103 when moi finally relented and caved in to his subcutaneous sexual desires).

WOW! 101 hot sweaty and horny men (and boys). I wasn't sure how they kept track or if he was pulling my leg.

I shied away from the upper floor (that is where all the nude action was happening) and hung around the saunas downstairs. Once the mood struck and the full-moon shone, I discarded every doubt or hesistance I ever had.

It was A FULL-MOON alright!

But there were just too many familiar faces. Usually older and more matured people. Makes one wanna try other hot spots for younger, tauter, smoother and fresher-faced MEN and boys! And I just dont do it with ANYONE!

And that someone is usually hard to find or is already taken or we just didnt cross path or it was just too crowded and so on.

Fewer Blogs From Now On Not For Want Of Issues To Blog About But Because There Are Simply Just Too Many! If I Chose To Blog All, They Will Overwhelm Me

See For Yourself - The Place You Created For Us All

Three localites stand akimbo as they give the old man in front of them the eye over.

Localite Mania: "Welcome, Great Leader! I see you have decided to come down from your lofty ivory tower to live amongst us!" (proceeds to kick him in the shin)

Localite Suffer-Enough: "Oo. I hope that didn't hurt too much. But hey, we have suffered enough under your elite rule. Too many years of nonsensical rule, in fact. Enough is enough already."

Localite Fuck-You: "I suggest we take him to his living quarters where there are about a thousand other foreignites and permanites holed up there. Let us see how he copes on a daily basis, dealing with them."


Localite Mania (mockingly): "Oo. Yeah. Next time they need to recreate, you can open up your homes and your gardens for them to recreate in."

Localite Fuck-You: "The beds have bed bugs too. You will just love them. You can loll rught along with them! (laughs derisively) A dose of your own medicine?"


All three localites then grab the Great Leader by his arms to shuffle him along to the waiting transport.

Localite Mania: "As you can see all around you, the people, the environment, the whole works. They are just products of your system. Look how all of them turned out, no thanks to you!"

Localite Fuck-You: "See those foreignites there, gathering together in droves? Or that localite bin scrounger? How would you like to take a closer peek?" (shoves his head out the vehicle window so he can have a real good look)

Localite Suffer-Enough: "I don't think they want handouts. It is just pure circumstantial circumstances. And no dignified human being want to be reduced to that kinda state and I don't think they exactly wanna be in a dole queue or something if they can help it."

Localite Mania: "Look at this Garden of Eden. It actually has the forbidden fruit, no better than the biblical one. And what do you do? A foreignite to clean up after the mess!"

Localite Suffer-Enough: "I am sure the localites would appreciate a harvest and that they can reap this harvest. But do they?"

Localite Mania: "Some of the single localites can't own homes because of the sky-high prices. And they are not only priced out of the market, they get rotten apples for the kinda premium they pay. "

Localite Fuck-You: "Localites are discriminated against. They can't work good jobs that the foreignites are pulling away from them, like in teaching. We don't see very special skills that the foreignites bring with them that the localites can't fill."

Localite Suffer-Enough: "But the localites do the "sai kang" (dirty work) teaching in schools for kids with problems and we don't see a single foreign soul here. What about National Service? But where are the foreignites posted? Premier schools like Dunman High, Bukit Pangjang Government High and Raffles Girls."

Localite Mania: "Most of all, there is a significant number of us who didn't elect you as our Great Leader, Great Leader! What did you do to get elected? Pasang khaki? Shame on you! That is a fair deal?"

The three localites hope that by the end of this visit, "The Great Leader" will begin to understand the kinda situational thingy he has created for his people. And yes, perhaps after this, change is afoot.

The Two Big Tests

We have means testing. We have physical testing. And yes, I understand for civil service appointments, we have some kinda psychological testing. Sounds like a leadership test too, don't you think.

I say there are two biggest tests for everyone.

The test of fairness. For example, did you win the GE fairly?

And two, the test of living the life you advocate for the rest of us. Do not live in your lofty mansions or ivory-towers.

These are the two real tests.

Another Big Joke Big Blather

Out You Go
Let me extend on my argument here.

For the kinda prices we pay, which is approximating First World, if not already First World, many things don't come cheap. But we are paying and paying and still not getting the good service, the quality and worse, it looks like we are being ripped off.

Singaporeans have to say "No" and boycott the shops and the services they know are just overcharging, short changing or just not giving them the kinda service and pass the word around. Blacklist them, get them to change.

If we have to outsource our government, so be it. If we have to vote them out, so be it . If we have to agitate for an ombudsman or a truly independent and non-estab related Council to examine, rectify, veto or pass policies that just do not make sense, so be it too.

More Tsk Tsk Rhemi
To say the least, I have been utterly disappointed with Rhemi.

He is such a wimp and I think the real fusspot is him, not his fiance. And his fiance has a certain power and control over him.

He didn't clean out my room and he didn't get the bathroom light fixed till the following day. He seems to be enjoying his cable television on a big screen TV, he has a water heater in his bathroom and new bedroom furniture.

In short, all the creature comforts for himself and he collects my rent but what do I get?

Cold water for my baths, old furniture and a green color TV (yes, we have tried the color adjustment and that doesn't work because the hue menu isn't working).

He doesn't house keep and it seems like his fiance doesn't either. I purchased a $5 pack of contraband ciggies from him, he wanna loan $100 from moi , so what else does he want?

You Sent This People After Me, Didn't You?
I was out in the buff tanning my butts out to rid them of the tanlines the other day when all I see around me are ethnic minorities.

In fact whenever I walk into a public loo, some cleaners will always come in right after me. As far as I know, I haven't been doing anything that others aren't already doing in the loos and showers.

But hey, if you are gonna keep tabs on people like that, they are just gonna retaliate. And I did.

This must again be one of Big Blather's jokes and doing.

Say "No" To Paying And Paying For Poor Quality

Cheap And Inferior Materials That Go Into Building Our Homes But We Pay And Pay
The one thing Singaporeans can do to help themselves is this: and that is to say a BIG "NO" to everything that is being shoved down our throats here. From the kinda price we are paying to the quality we are getting, be it food, private or public services.

Everyone is babbling about how the construction materials for our HDB flats are so cheap and inferior but how we are paying through the roof just to own one.

Shoddy CraftsManship And Inferior Goods That Can't Withstand Heavy Duty Usage
One just has to look at faulty shower heads, wash basin faucets and hand dryers that do not work or at least blowing cold air when it should be hot or those that start and stop.

It speaks of the tender system which calls for the cheap delivery of goods. With that comes the driving down of costs and thus quality. We have foreign guest workers, most unskilled, and that in turn leads to shoddy workmanship.

Remember that the technical, renovation and construction trades are crafts. You just have to watch how some of the interior decorators work on some of our TV shows to realise that.

Meticulous crafting and handiwork go into good construction work. It is a skill we don't teach as a vocational trade here to our own younger people so that they can actually take pride in a construction vocational career.

Not that I am saying that if you pay a premium, you will get good quality stuff of course. Remember the 'tipu' culture here.

Rhemi, Tsk Tsk
While I don't blame Rhemi for the squat pan, the zinc toilet swing door and the pull-cord water cistern in the common bath or the vanity basin that has torn itself apart from the wall. Nor the leaky basin drainage pipe, I must fault him for poor, almost non-existent, housekeeping.

I mean if he smokes, of course the whole place stinks of ONE HUGE ASH-TRAY. Don't forget the ashes blown astrewn everywhere. And the coffee stains on the kitchen cabinet left unscrubbed or the filthy grimy cooking hotplate stove.

Yeah, that is his irresponsibility.

And The Winner Is?

Was That A Fair Fight?
I spoke with an Uncle Cabby not too long ago and he related to me how after the opposition win in Anson, the residents were driven away and resettled and of course with that kinda political move, an opposition ward died a natural death.

Shit ass, this how you have never played fairly.

If you are man enough, you would have played fairly. You would have listened to the legitimate grievances of the populace and tried to redress them.

But you didn't, you think you are God and you are above everything and you ARE THE FUCKING BEST!

And Again You Have An Upper Hand Here And You Are Not Playing Fairly - So Much For Ruling Laws And The Rules Of Laws
And another thing. If these people are whom I think they are, please stop your fucking stupid games.

Don't send these people moi's way. People who hang around, follow moi and appears from nowhere. Like Rhemi for instance.

I come home and he comes home. Or I come home and his beau comes home.

If they are some young hunky handsome Chinese dudes, hey, I don't mind. But who do you send moi?

Another one of your disgusting and unfair tactics to scare or intimidate people into submission?

O Lord, How Stupid Can This Get?
Let me add a few more observations about the shower facilities at the Yishun Sports Hall.

The shower taps have to be continuously pressed and once you stop that, no water spouts. It also cannot be adjusted at different angles and there is no hot water.

The doors to the cubicles close after themselves and because our belongings are out on a bench and to look out for them, one has to hold the door open while pressing on the shower tap at the same time.

Why doesn't anyone look at the ones at Bishan Sports Hall to see how good design helps?

Let Us Hope The Sports Hub Won't Be Designed Thus - Have We Learned From Our Experiences And Past Mistakes?
So much for spending X amount of dollars only to be saddled with bad design and planning. The designer and the purchaser have to be gull fully accountable for this.

The same goes with what I mentioned earlier. Yes the overall architectural and conceptual designs for our future Sports Hub look really good.

But let us hope that all the nitty-gritty details are carefully looked into and worked out. These are the same kinda designs that will make or break a First Class sporting infrastructure.

Because at the end of the day it is people who are using and impacted by the designs. Not something pretty to look at but totally unfunctional or dysfunctional.

Maybe if the beauty and healthcare MLM network didn't distract our Sports administrators so much at the ground level, they would have tended to more important issues.

We Are All Actors And Actresses But Not Quite There Yet
Don't get me wrong when I said that the Oscar goes to us in my previous blog. We will probably win a nomination but as to whether we will win an Oscar, I think that target is far, far away.

The Koreans have overtaken us unfortunately and even the Taiwanese and the Hongkongers are already up their at the top of the league.

We will of course top our own local league game for sure. That is all that we are good for. And that is prolly about it.

You Wanna Attract The Best Here To Add To Our Population To Make It 6.5 Million?
One word sums up our whole culture here - one BIG TIPU (malay word for "cheat").

Any discerning visitor or would be investor or future wannabe resident can certainly tell, at one sweeping glance, the quality of our offerings.

Perhaps that explains who we are attracting here. Which amounts to nothingness.

Life Imprisonment But If You Had Goodies, Then Well
I remember how at junior college, we were kept in till 1pm before being allowed to go home or walk out of school. Even if we have free periods. And expressly forbidden to patronise food stalls other than the ones in the canteen.

Well if there were fun activities or a stock of good books in the library or good food, a prison sentence such as this wouldn't be so bad.

Hot And Cold Spots - Highly Inconsistent Log Ins And Surfs

By today, you would have thought that the WiFi hotspots would have been tweaked and stabilised. But this is far from it.

At different hotspots, even for the same establishment and sometimes at the same old hotspot, different sets of problems arise.

Sometimes at the libraries, I can't log on. Even for the same cafe, I may encounter log-in problems on certain days and not on others.

At this particular branch of MacDonalds, I can log in the usual way but when I try surfing into my electronic mail sites, the connection dies and directs me to the Qmax provider instead of the usual Singnet provider I always use.

I have duly registered for this site but guess what, it doesn't connect me there either.

Gosh, man, who are our IT programmers? I can only guess.

Original State And Vacant Possession
I also remember how before I sold off my flat, I had the window grilles removed. Uncle Benji, my purchaser, had wanted to do a TOTAL reno and he has the money and like in all HDB commercial lease agreements, it is always vacant possession.

So sometimes you can see commercial building tenants, when they finish off their leases, actually have the reno people take apart its marbled floors and all the fixtures (all in good condition some more), before returning them to their original state (which is the cement kind)before handing over the properties to HDB.

HDB did not fit the window grilles for moi and for that matter for any of its buyers. So that is my business.

Ethinc And International Quota This

This is further proof I am not imagining things.

Right along Sembawang Road where a row of double-storey shop houses sit, the upper floors serve as living quarters for our foreign guest workers. And they are predominantly Indians. I am sure this is happening in many private housing estates as well.

Maybe the ethnic quota is also above the normal for Chong Pang and that explains the disproportionately higher local ethnic variety here.

Not forgetting that international enclaves are also beginning to develop here because of the freeing of rules to lease out rooms and whole HDB units.

In fact I have been told that Geylang is now a Chinese enclave and we all know that Joo Chiat Road has mostly Vietnamese prostitutes plying their trade there.

Re-Design And Clean up

A Shit Ass Of A Community's Needless And Non-Sensical Add Ons
If you remember Keagan and our midnight tete-a-tete, I have this to say about what he told me.

Keagan's mom teaches in a primary school in Ang Mo Kio. According to him, civil servants like her apparently cannot vote against the ruling elites.

I cannot verify if this is true but I just have this deep-seated gut feel this is another of the community's own shit-trash for excusing themselves from an opposing vote.

Only because most of them are comfortable and doing fairly well and most of all, fed well.

Like those in businesses and those just getting along. But they do have few gripes and it is then people like us who they think they can tap on to agitate their cases for them.

I am so sorry. Everyone fights his own battles. Get this right.

Yes, Please Reno This
In fact I am beginning to think that the community is largely at fault for all that is happening now. They are the ones who add fuel to policies or got them changed. If they had just shut their traps, many of the things happening now just wouldn't have.

There is no doubt the Yishun stadium should undergo a major renov.

The astro needs returfing as the black tarmac are already showing and the algae has eaten into some parts of it.

Bad Design And In Bad Need Of A Good Clean-Up
Now turning our attention to the Gents cum showers inside the Sports Hall. As it is, the only two shower cubicles are already crammed in space and anyone who hangs their sports or gym bags inside would just wet it.

So normally bathers like moi have to step out to change on the bench parked just outside the shower rooms.

It doesn't help that the main entrance faces a corridor and any passers-by passing along this corridor could see nudists like moi drying or changing. It also doesn't help that the Ladies cum showers next door is so next-doory, any gall who screams or shouts inside could be heard from this side of the Gents.

That is what promptly happened once and moi had to scream back at the galls to shut up.

To avoid all these inconveniences, what moi does is to always slam shut the main door which is held open by a brick.

Now I am not sure why the foreign guest worker working here, who also goofs off (he actually sits around on the benches at the swim complex) and works at the swimming complex nearby, loves re-opening it every time I shut it tight.

I would have thought that the cleaner's store shoud be a storage area for his work tools but no siree, he chooses to store a few of his brooms and rakes behind this door.

The walls of the cubicles need a good scrub down and even the floor is always dirty. Taps are faulty and yes a screen of dust coats the windows up above. There is practically no ventilation once the door is shut but there is a wall fan which is operated from without or at least moi can't find its switch inside the loo.

Rest assure, this is not the only sad state of affairs with our public loos or public facilities. There are more. Differents sets of faulty designs or equipment or dirty premises elsewhere.

Shouldn't these contract cleaners be reporting all these faults to the management?

Our SMRT Buses
The only really good thing about our SMRT buses is that they have ample legroom for sit-down passengers. They have a greater commuters' capacity too because of their elongated design in some buses.

Two And A Half World Bordering On Third

Coming Too Late And Relieving Only A Part Of The Problem Areas?
Now I applaud the fact that the KPE, all 9km of it and at an astronomical price tag of of 1.7billion Singapore dollars at every Singapore citizen's expense, and touted as SEA's longest underground tunnel, is indeed an ingenious piece of nifty traffic network that will purportedly free up surface roads and spaces for alternative uses.

It had even moved a river, according to its star billing.

But just like the underground tunnel built near a traffic chokehold along Nicoll Highway, the question remains if even underground tunnels, conceived so late into our land and traffic management strategies, are gonna help alleviate traffic any further or better.

It will perhaps ameliorate the NorthEast corridor traffic conditions but in the whole islet traffic management scheme of things, will this just lead to more bottlenecks in other parts?

In land scarce Singapore, building more underground tunnels to supplement the existing surface road networks just doesn't seem to square with overall good traffic planning.

That kinda money spent seems to have more pressing and urgent alternate uses.

Would other alternatives like maybe building a beltway for a highway that loops all round our 700sqkm natural plus reclaimed land islet, planned right from the outset have been truly traffic relieving instead?

MLM Is Now Available At A Coffee Shop Near You
That is how far reaching and deeply penetrating the beauty and healthcare MLM network has gotten.

While speaking with a lady stall holder at a Ang Mo Kio coffee shop while staying at Andy's, she was trying to sell moi a spa-based bath liquid which presumably has health-giving benefits. She even supported her claim with testimonies from her very own mother who has some skin infection cleaned off her.

You just don't seem to be able to strike up anything meaningful with anyone these days without someone trying to fleece you or sell you something.

God help us all!

FleeceDom
Food And Beverage
For SGD3, it is just plain fried rice. A dollar more, the same plate of fried rice but with sambal. There are no real ingredients here save for minuscle shreds of eggs, peas and carrots and god knows what else. For the same amount, I could have gotten chicken cutlet and a sunny side-up whole egg elsewhere.

Public Housing
200K gets you an old run down flat in a 20 or 30 year old estate and it is only 60 to 70 odd square metre of living space. Sometimes this goes up to 250K in some other estates, the central areas.

Even if it has been exteriorly upgraded, interiorly you will have to spend a fortune redoing it.

Massage
Never a full body and dick massage and with extras worked in, a pricey couple of hundred. The masseurs think you only have sex on your mind while people like us want a good rub down first before everything else.

Pay and pay but do you get the kinda expected quality?

And The Oscar Goes To - Singapore!!!! Hip Hip Hooray!
After watching all those gorgeous babes and hunks on "Hey Gorgeous" and the endless stream of Chinese talkshow programs on TV, a stream of beauty people no less, I have come to the conclusion that Singapore has indeed a niche industry for itself that doesn't seem to have taken off as much as the Korean's.

A film, beauty pageant, pop-music or hunks industry that revolves around slutting, whoring, camming, more whoring, fashioning, acting and dramaing.

It would be such a great pity if we don't clinch awards for supporting or even lead roles in ACTING and DRAMAING on the INTERNATIONAL arena.

That is really what we do BEST!

In fact acting and drama skills seem to perpetuate every sphere of our lives from the politicking office we work in all the way up to the very top.

And that explains why we won't have very much else here.

They All Do Seem To Be Winners
The architectural and conceptual designs for our upcoming Sports Hub do seem to be a vast improvement over what we had seen for our integrated resorts. Don't you agree?

Now it is just the question of which will be the winning design that will put us on the sporting, lifestyle and entertainment world map.

If I were on the panel, I probably wouldn't be able to decide.

Slick Ass, Eye Candy Hunks That Make My Day And Make Me Sane

So I Lied, Big Deal?
Well, well, well. I know I said that the last blog was positively my last. But hey, I guessed I lied. I wanted to stop only because writing those blogs gnawed at my insides so much, I just needed a breather. A breath of air freshener.

It astounds me no end how Singaporeans could subject themselves to so much indignation and so much outrage and in doing so, subjugate the minority 34% of the oppositional electorate to the same outrage and indignation imposed by the majority 66% propositional electorate.

I can only conclude that Singaporeans are a masochistic lot who loves being brutually tortured and tormented by a stupid, nonsensical, fuck-arse ruling "elite".

But perhaps by the time the next GE swings around and I have finished with my on the ground lobbying and campaigning against this ruling "elite", it won't be so propositional anymore?

If Not For Singapore Calendar Guys 2008
I wasn't feeling too good the last few weeks as you might have guessed.

In fact ever since I moved into Rhemi's, I was suffering from a bout of depression. Usually over the weekend when I stay in to mope.

First I ain'ty exactly living comfortably and whileI can live with some dirt, grime and dust, I can't live with more than an iota.

I have to squeeze past the narrow space between my queen bed and the television table top whenever I need to get from one end to the other and while I am sure my butts are getting a real good workout this way, not unlike the TV commercial touting the hot sauna belt that works miracles on your abds and rumps, it doesn't exactly speak a lot for spacy living quarters.

Yes it is great there is now a TV in the bedroom, but it is a green color TV.

I have ensured that all the parts of the house I touch and do my stuff in are cleaned out but I can't possibly do the same for the entire place. AND I SIMPLY WON'T.

The only consolation must surely lie in the pull-down, glossy colored Singapore Calendar Guys 2008, hanging by my windows.

The twelve pages of hot sizzling hunks, well maybe not all twelve, in various half-nude poses that tintillate every gay dude's testosterone-salivating gonadic glands

If Not For The Kayaking Hunks Near The Lower Seletar Reservoir
Tanned, hot, young hunks from our very own Republic Polytechnic, so I was told.

Some had only their kayaking float vests hugging their tops and their rippling physiques and abdomens shine through. Don't forget their powerful musculature when they row or when they run, for that matter. The galls just don't measure up.

To prove how much of a bluff people can be, the caretaker for the kayak sheds actually told moi that all kayakers finish up by 6pm which is their closing time but gosh, I actually spotted a couple coming in after that

If Not For All Those Gorgeous Hunks On TV
Yeah all those eye-popping hunks featured on the Chinese Program "Hey Gorgeous". It was held at the Republic Polytechnic and that Indonesian Chinese hunk really beat them all.

Tonight there is gonna be more and moi will be home in bed to drool over them on TV at 8pm

Drool drool.

Does Moi Wanna Live Here?
If Rhemi is to be believed, and I am only half believing him, Chong Pang was once a drug-addict and secret society branch members hangout.

That explains all those unsavoury characters bumming around. Apparently there were raids every now and then and even his next-door neighbor didn't seem to be spared. By the way, this next-door neighbor got hooked on drugs and his wife died of cancer which explains the borrowing from loan sharks and he vacating the flat in the end.

I have rung up the neighborhood police centre (mind you, the police posts don't work round the clock and close after 10pm or so) more than once to egg them on to check on the foreign and local Indian dudes always milling around the pavillons outside the shophouses, drinking beer.

And yes those kids, both girls and boys, screaming and laughing the night away in the central courtyard.

Well if it is daytime, I can't say a thing and of course the echoes around the linkways and shelters reverberate all round when they shout or talk loudly, not to mention the soccer match they play.

Can you blame them if there are no soccer fields nearby for stretching out their legs?

Can Moi Afford To Live Here Or Anywhere Else For That Matter
Given the sky-high prices of a couple of hundred thousand just for 60 or 70 odd sqm of living space. Not much space. And don't forget redoing the whole place up means more money. Like those antique fixtures, electrical rewiring and retiling and so on.

What choice for moi except to wait out another year or more and to reinvest my profits.

Only Half Believing Rhemi's Past - The Makings Of A B/Hollywood Block Buster
Rhemi has rumbled on about his past and I am only listening with half-believing ears.

Our local port worker who gambled, wined, dined and womanised even while he was married. No mean-earning port worker but a port worker who earns thousands in a month alone.

An abundance of drugs and guns onboard ship. A lounge and pub patroniser . A materialistic stay-home wife who has a penchant for expensive jewllery. A repeat traffic offender who drove while under suspension. A patrol security officer and range warden for our army. Now turned storehand.

A younger brother who died in a motor-cycle accident while he has gotten into several near death collisions himself.

A drug addict who ruined his marriage, finally ending up in the sad state he is in now. A divorcee with two young kids.

You name it, Rhemi has it in his past life. All the makings of a Hollywood grade-A block-buster.

Can some Hollywood or Bollywood director get hold of Rhemi and have him sell his life story for a fee?

Gays Are Not Harrassed? Another One Of Your "One Bite Of The Cherry" Thingy?
I can't really be sure that this is a truism. At least not for the period between the late 80s to the early and mid 90s.

I have blogged about the police raids on gay haunts like Fort Road and the Bedok stadium. Now another incident just came to mind.

There was actually a road block somewhere near the Fort Road round-about. No prizes for guessing why it is so near the popular gay stomping ground.

I was stopped and the Sikh officer checked my road tax to make sure it was up to date and then proceeded to call HQ on his mobile to see if I was on any of their criminal records. At least this is what I am assuming.

I can't remember when breathalyzers became the vogue but certainly this wasn't a road block for one and he didn't breath-analyze moi and even if he did, I know I wasn't drinking. And there were no clubs and pubs within a several kilometres radii for sure.

After wasting fifteen minutes (imagine the streaker he could have nabbed or the burglar breaking into a shop he could have arrested) of both our time, I was finally let off.

Talk about harrassment and more stupidity!

Positively My Last Blog

We Are Getting To Become Third World Or Maybe At Best, Two And A Half World?
It isn't my imagination either that Singapore is getting dirtier by the minute.

This is in no small part due to the fact that some of our foreign guest workers who seem to throng our parks, our pavillons, our sit-down benches at some of our public places are using them for their eating, drinking and resting havens.

The foreign and yes, sometimes our local cleaners as well, also do not seem to be doing their job as well as they should. Some are but I suspect most aren't. I have witnessed some of them goofing off.

This Is So Filthy Shitty
Our public buses are in a very bad state. I have witnessed roaches and litter and not to mention the really kick-ass state the back panels of the seats are in and the upholstery needs upholstering?

Plus many of our foreign and yes a few of our local workers love trudging along their mud-caked boots and their filthy overalls up on the buses and that explain how some of the mud gets splattered on the floor and seats and yes, they aren't cleaned up and remained there.

Talk about some basic courtesy to show to fellow commuters on a public bus. What about the kinda profit SMRT is making? Where is it going to? Shareholders' profits or into the kitty for maintaining and upgradng the fleet?

If You Live In Yishun. What Is The Fuck Use Of SBS Transit Transport Vouchers?
Which reminds me how the $100 public transport vouchers the transport authority handed out the last time. If you live in Yishun, SMRT becomes the major, in fact, the only bus operator here, other than two measly SBS Transit bus services.

And the vouchers cover only SBS Transit services and I spend on average $50 a month on transport alone.

Proof Of Goofing Off
There was this flyer some fucking shit deposited on Galen's main grilled gate once and it got flown off to the five-foot way. It remained there for weeks which just goes to show how our foreign cleaners are not doing their jobs.

Not Exactly A Place You Wanna Go Home To Is It?
I am also beginning to be pissed to be holed up at Rhemi's.

I have taken to cleaning out the cluttered shelf with shit ass hair brushes and gunk near the vanity basin and yes, this basin's drain pipe leaks.

Not only that, I have also cleaned up his box of flick switches because they were so filthy gunky.

While his master bedroom has a new and nice wardrobe and a water heater in his shower, moi is actually taking cold baths. And he is unemployed contrary to him having you believe that he was just recently robbed of his job.

And I know that fat gall is either his gf, his sister or a friend. And Rhemi can be a TREMENDOUS LIAR!

Anyway I have my way of hitting back. That you can be rest assured of.

Another Of Big Blather's Hare Brained Schemes? They Are Not Looking Out For Moi While I Should Really Be Looking Out For Them
At the void deck, I see this groupie who turns out to be the same one that hung out at the cyber cafe I visited once. A lanky Indian sissy shit is with this group of very young boys! And I have spotted that same young Indian dude who lied and tried to rent out his place to moi before.

For sure Rhemi is in cahoots with his Indian neighbor. I do notice how they burn their incense at about the time I come home and how the "daughter" is out when I am out too. The same goes for the "son". Yes he hangs his bird cage out there at the corridor.

There is a China woman who is looking after a young local boy just round the corner. Another of Rhemi's many strange neighbors. Not sure how she is related to his father. The Indian neighbor's "son" has told me how Rhemi had rented out his whole flat to a China study mama and his son before.

You Are Not David Copperfield Because I Know Your Tricks
I am not even sure if that "vacant" unit next to Rhemi's is really vacant. Perhaps Rhemi's
fat gall fren stays there because there is a scented satchet hanging on the window and Rhemi and she do appear very quickly whenever moi is home.

The unit is made to look like it is "vacant", with even a HDB letter of demand and a town council notice recently. Mind you, the Indian neighbor works at the town council or is it the branch office and these same people must be performing some tricks.

This I am fully aware of.

Again BIG BLABBER must be behind this of course. That explains how all those foreign workers just appear like that whenever moi is at some place. Even our local Indians and Malays.

Drop Dead
Just get this right, I don't really need people to look out for me. In fact these are the same people whom I should be really looking out for. The skunks who intrude, invade and make my living days uncomfortable.

Do me a greater favor by just dropping dead. And that include whoever you are!

You Get A Bashing In If You Pull Some Funny Tricks
And I WILL BASH YOUR FUCKING FACE IN. Whether you are gall or a wimp, a blimp or a bimb if you try some funny tricks.

Don't be a CHAO AH KUA or LAO AH GUA like the rest of them. Fight fairly, one on one. And show your fucking face if you CALL YOURSELF A MAN! OR A WOMAN!

Face me like in some elections and we fight fairly!

Get that FUCKING BASTARD!

Big Blather Knows You Inside Out And He Plays On Them, While Egging You On And Laughing Behind Your Back Because You Are Playing Into His Hands
You are a useless, fucking, short-term, made use of SHITLUMP for Big Blather's pleasure. He is laughing at you because he knows you are playing into his hands and once you are done, you are dumped like the rest of them are!

Or at least marginalised, a HAS BEEN.

My Last Blog
I won't be blogging anymore and THAT IS FINAL.