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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

The Tammy effect has taken centre stage for months already and it has come to my attention that I haven't addressed that one particularly pressing issue that has taken Singaporean society by storm.

Unless you have been living in your shoes for the past 3 months or so, you should have already, by now, heard(and seen!) the loin-stimulating news regarding Tammy and her hijacked sex videos. And this controversial scandal has set the vehement debates in motion, which has unearthed several social issues like morality and the legal implications of the couple's actions, one of them being the act of fellatio, which many percieve as unnatural sex. Come on, it's called foreplay, ok? Like exercise, sex also need warm up one, if not cramp then how?

Anyway, I do agree that it is an unequivocal fact that what Tammy and her boyfriend had done may not be totally social acceptable, but I feel that the Tammy saga has been revolving around a very one dimensional discussion so far. Therein, I mean that we have been focusing too much on Tammy herself and the sex videos instead of looking at a different aspect of the issue. No doubt, the videos starred the 2 young teenagers in very compromising position and is therefore considered as pornography to society, wish inevitably is linked to the word immoral, but more unethical is the handphone thief who malevolently proliferated the videos by deliberately mass-sending them to the people in Tammy's school. Now, the perpertrator certainly showed the world how depraved a person he is and in the midst of all the mumbo jumbo surrounding poor Tammy's sex videos, we should not forget to deprecate the actions of that particular thief. It was his very actions that tarnished the reputation of a 17-year-old girl who is barely into her first year at a new school and as a result, she has to brave public backlash and bear the utter humiliation of it all. Does she deserve it? Surely for even the most god-fearing of people, such public crucifixion simply cannot be vindicated and is totally undeserved.

By far and large, technology has bettered our lives and has affected our modus vivendi tremendously. Everything around us is the product of technology. Nonetheless, the very tool that we have utilised to solve a myriad of conundrums has posed a whole host of new problems. Some say the most salient effect of technology is to undercut religion and erode moral values, and it appears that the statement is pretty appropriate in this context. The advent of technological gadgets like the camera phone has made it easier for live recording to be carried out and even easier for data to be uploaded onto the internet where millions of eyes are watching.

For all the wrong purposes like that of the Tammy videos, technology is truly a vice, a vice that has grave ramifications for the victims of technology, and more importantly, for the abusers of technology. As far as the victims are concerned, they did not infringe legal order as the video was produced on a consensual background. Not so lucky for the handphone thief though, for distributing such material is an offense and one can be prosecutated under the jurisdiction of the Republic of Singapore, consequently getting one's ass checked into Changi Hotel.

So, behind all the brouhaha surrounding the Tammy incident, I suppose we could take home certain things with us.
First of all, NEVER allow your handphone to be stolen.(though i don't practice what I preach. 6 handphones misplaced to date, try beating that!)
Two, in the event that you happen to be a careless person like me, make sure you rid your phone of all forms of video or pictorial evidence featuring you in compromising positions. After all, they already have a mega-buck industry of the like in Japan, not forgetting an up-and-coming one in Korea, and we don't need one in immaculate Singapore.
Three, technology is not always a good thing, sometimes the pen works better than the typewritter. So don't be trigger happy and snap whatever you do, you never know who'll have access in future.
Four, you can never have the best of both worlds, higher resolution comes at the cost of duration and vice versa. Guess it's a tough call between duration and resolution. Apparently, they chose the former. But for future pornstar wannabes, please choose the latter.
Last of all, abstinence is the way to go, but if u must, use a condom. Just like what it's designed to do, it protects, so you get less flak from the public when your videos go online.

11:23 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.

Monday, March 27, 2006

sighs..i'm gonna have to stay in at the Airforce School from tmr onwards, which means back to a life of 24 hr regimentation. But life in Airforce School will be a far cry from that at Pulau Tekong. Here at the Airforce School, we have facilities ranging from street soccer court, squash, badminton and tennis courts, swimming pool, track and field, bar, KTV lounge, TV, pool tables, arcade, a library, PCs and a nice restaurant. Best of all, we are allowed to utilise them unlike in Tekong where u had to ask for permission even if u wanted to go for a run. At the airforce school, we are also allowed to bring mp3 players and personal laptops, but still no camera phones lah. Basically, after 5pm everyday we are free to do whatever already, which is a refreshing NS experience. lol. But the best of all, we get to book-out Wednesday evening and Friday evening. omg! NS welfare just got a new definition. But of course, such welfare are also known as priviledges, which do not constitute as entitlement, so shit can still happen when things don't go well. =P All in all, feels like I'm booking into a hotel. 2 people to a bunk and I'm on the same floor as the females. :O just that a metal gate segregates the genders to keep out the hanky-panky. Come to think of it, the infantry specialists are hella unlucky vis-a-vis with us. At least we don't go thru all the dirt and mud to attain our 3rd sergeant rank. So guess we're the thinking sergeants and they're the chiong swa sergeants. :) ohhh kaay.. i think i should go pack.. bah.

9:17 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

ack! my mum finally couldn't resist exposing my maid for theft..I guess what held her back all these while was the fact that she had worked for us for almost a decade. I mean it's patently clear all these while that she had been taking money surreptitiously from my mum's wallet..like for instance when my mum and dad sends us to school in the morning, my mum discovered some money missing when she returned. I mean, no one was at home during that period of time right? She never used to count her money until recently when she started suspecting my maid and thus it was pretty easy to steal without her knowledge in the past since she tends to keep a thick wade of 50 dollar notes in her wallet. And it's been countless of times my mother or my sister had found money hidden at the deepest corners of her personal cupboard, and more than often, the serial numbers on the notes are congruous with the others in my mum's wallet, cos my mum makes it a habit of withdrawing alot of 50 dollar notes at one go i believe.
aha she's still trying to deny now while my mum is trying to talk sense into her and convince her into admitting cos she won't go to the police and will lend her money if she had financial problems.
But I think she'll crack eventually. The evidence is concrete. Guess now i know y i always seem so poor...

ahhh! i hear her sobbing! i can't such teary spectacles!! =S

11:11 AM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

If my memory hasn't failed me, it wasn't long ago when the new Malaysian PM gave his rabble-rousing speech about eradicating corruption among the Malaysian authorities. Noble, but still a long way from pristine I say. Indeed, historically, corruption among the ranks has always been a Gordian knot for even the most sanctified of countries, and it's never possible to extirpate such unscrupulous malfeasance. After all, avarice is an inherent nature of human beings. For Malaysia, such authoritative dishonesty is like the Teflon conundrum -- sticky and refuses to go away. I never used to care, really, about Malaysian's rampaging corruption issue, but today, an incident which happened at a police station located rtight before the causeway to Singapore incurred my wrath and left me seething with rage.
My aunt's friend was driving us home to Singapore after attending my grandmother's funeral earlier today as she happened to be leaving for Singapore as well. As we cleared the customs and made our way towards to causeway, we were halted by a few policemen and my aun't friend was asked to enter the police station. After awhile, she came out and explained the situation, and it goes like this. She had been issued with a summon to pay a fine worth Rm 150 for a speeding offense that dates all the way back to July 2005.
To begin with, my aunt's friend did not travel to Malaysia anywhere near that period of time and to corroborate this, she showed the officer her passport which patently showed no inking or whatsoever to proof that she had entered Malaysia in July last year. Unimpressed, the officer claimed that the Malaysian customs do not cstamp Malaysian passports occasionally. Apparently, some people around here desperately need an education or a least some form of intelligence because the highly professional Singapore customs ALWAYS stamp the passports of anyone and everyone who's leaving the country to enter Malaysia.
So, busted?
It appears so.
In fact, in my opinion, without a shadow of a doubt.
But they are the police. They've got the guns. So they insisted that it's written in black and white on the summon paper. But therein lies a glaring problem, and it so happens that they're dealing with a brain very much brighter vis-a-vis with theirs. And that brain happened to be mine. When my aunt's friend entered the police station they produced the summon almost immediately, like as if they were expecting her. I mean, it's prima facie. That summon was fresh from the printer next to his arse and it was just some random summon he typed out claiming that it was an official, bona fide one. And it doesn't help his little scam very much when he offered to play the good guy by striking her Rm150 fine off the records if she paid Rm100. It doesn't make much any sense you see. The only place where i see the money going is straight into his pockets.
I guess he thought we'd never figure that one out.
Sometimes I really can't understand the mind of a stupid person.
All these come across to me as one big elaborate scheme that synergised from the custom officials. I truly believe the custom officer radioed our car plate number over to the Police station in front and that's why we got halted and the summon was produced so quickly. Woot, they're in cahoots. What shame. I mean, even if it was a genuine summon, why wait until now? After all, it was issued in July 2005, wasn't it? And so many cars pass by tonight, how is it possible that somehow they just happened to see a car plate that matches that of a fine issued almost a year ago pass by and hence stop it? lol..incredulous, if u see what i mean. Or maybe the Malaysian government treats lowly police officers like SAF pilots, free lasic treatment for all who can't see for nuts!
So my aunt's friend told the officer she didn't have any money and he asked her for Sing dollar(busted...again.). But she told him she'll go to the car and borrow from us so she came back and took out her sing dollars and left Rm90 in her wallet. When she got back to the station, she told the officer that she did not have enough and he asked her to open her wallet. Then he just took the Rm90 and said she could leave(and again...god, someone seriously needs to set up a lab for synthesising brains that actually work). Indignant, my aunt's friend asked for a receipt so that she wouldn't get called up again for the same fine. Nonetheless, that was retorted with a "sorry no receipt." and he did was give his verbal assurance that she will not be asked to pay for the same summon again. *rolls eyes*. We should have just drove off towards Singapore when she came back to leave her Sing dollars in the car. After all, a few hundred metres away is Singapore where it's no longer their jurisdiction. And i bet you a summon ticket that they wouldn't have the balls to arrest us. I'll give them a one-hour lecture on the legal implications of their actions.
On the way back, i realised that there was this intrinsic loophole in administration as well. Assuming the person really sped and got fined, but what if he sold his car the following day and almost forever later, the summon is sent to the new owner? So he gets fucked for nothing? They should really put a name to the summon instead of just the freaking driving plate number. Or maybe, the REAL summon slip has everything that needs to be there and it's just that damn officer's brains doing it's thing again.
It's really people like this and incidents like this that provide me with the impetus to pursue a degree in law. Knowledge of the law is a puissant tool. It gives the edge when negotiating such quandraries like of that today when u know the local jurisdiction and your personal rights and entitlements. It amputates the fear for such quack law enforcers and reduces the tendency for one to succumb to that fear and do things like pay an unjustifiable fine. I wanna be a lawyer, badly, and if someone messes with me when i eventually become one, he's gonna get legal hell from me. He's gonna feel my legal wrath, and taste my legal fist. Fucking corrupted bastards. I'll smoke every corrupted asshole that crosses my path.
Sometimes, it's things like this that makes me proud to be a citizen of squeaky-clean Singapore despite my paternal family living in Malaysia. No doubt, this may be one isolated incident, but it only takes one rotten egg to erode the reputation of an entire basket. It's called guilty-by-association. Surely, something radical needs to be done...fast.

9:02 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Sex.. Booze.. Drugs.. Violence..

I guess most parents freak out when they learn about the things that their children do today. Of course, parents in every generation have been shocked when they somehow learnt the truths about their children's lives. That's the way of the world -- cultures change from generation to generation and that's why they call it a culture shock. But now, in this time and this generation, I think they ought to be shocked. I'm part of this generation and I'm shocked. We seem to have reached a point in our society where every form of restraint has been broken down or stripped away. There are no rules anymore. In the nineteen sixties, parents in the US fought to ahieve political freedom and liberation of the self. Well, now they've got it. We've got about as much freedom and liberation as anybody can stand. I've had a computer in my bedroom since I was 12 years old and I've had access ti basically all the information in the world since I was twelve -- not in a library, but right at my fingertips. At the slightest whim, I can view images of just about anything that piques my curiosity. And I have. But am i better for that? I don't know. But don't get me wrong, I like freedom. But you can have too much of a goof thing. At one point you have to draw a line and agree on some rules, or all you have is chaos. Anarchy. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is this: That's our job. Our generation's job. To figure out where freedom stops being a blessing and starts becoming a curse. Our parent's can't do it. They don't even understand the world that we live in now. Maybe that job can't even be done for a society. Maybe it's an individual decision in every cause. But it seems to me that humans given absolute freedom don't do a very good job of choosing limits.
what the future generations hold for us still leaves much to the imagination, and it's certainly a harrowing thought when you think about the world as it already is today.

10:18 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.

I miss my best friend..and it's barely been 4 days since I last saw him. Such a surge of sentiment was engaged by 2 guys behind me who were talkin about their best friends and how much they had been through together on the way to the Airforce Museum. err..yah i was eavesdropping. :) But i doubt I'll be seeing Jimmy in awhile, after all, he got posted to OCS, somewhere he always wanted to go to, I think? He's that sort of a person who's always up for a challenge and such a leadership role would only do to bring out the best in him. i wish him all the best.

10:09 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

In loving memory of my Malaysian grandmother..You will always live on in my memories, and Malaysia will never be the same again now that you're gone.

i hope i never ever have to write an entry like that again.

11:14 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.

Friday, March 17, 2006

I just got my postings today and true enough, I was posted to the airforce as an air operations specialist. somehow that's the best I could get with my pes status, and all thanx to some jughead medical officers at tekong who refused to upgrade my pes somehow or other with covert underlying reasons appearing to pertain to unneeded workload. Screw those MOs. BASTARDS! They seem to exert their rank on us the tekong lower lifeforms like it's their God-bestowed right. To hell with the hierarchy and thanks for screwing me of a place in OCS which I'm pretty damn sure I would have gotten if my pes status did not remain as it is of today. Anyways, my place of duty would be at Paya Lebar(THANK GOD!) which happens to be a stone's throw away from my present home. Won't be too sure about the future though 'cos i may be moving soon. But Ha! My friends who are going to sispec have to travel to their camp in boonlay which is, i must admit, pretty darn far. Let us all observe a moment of silence for these patriotic men who have given up their goddamn liberated rights to become incarcerated in a far away world where the light never shines. They truely wanted it. :P And for those who are venturing into deeper and darker waters, enjoy this little piece of heaven while it lasts. Hell won't start until circa 3 days. :D

Erected in the hustle and bustle of urban Eunos, the Comfort Driving Centre looks almost appropriate among the thriving automobile industry that seemed to have formed a hub right in the middle of the area. And that's exactly the place i had my first taste of manuevering a motorcar. As easy as it may appear, steering a car artfully is not by any means a simple task. Sublime control and acute reaction are paramount, while any form of compromisation can lead to dire ramifications. It was a fun experience really. For a first-timer, nerves were inevitable my instructor did a pretty good job calming those. He was a chummy and unintimidating malay chap, really. I gotta admit though, that on several occasions, I was kinda tempted to throw caution to the wind and add a little more pressure to the accelerator just to see how fast that machine would take me, but i figured in the end that it wasn't really worth the crap that followed. Ha..I do want a license after all you see.

Yesterday I saw my mom's surgically removed womb on photographs and that thing looked freakin nasty for the love of god. No shit, it looked like a pound of human flesh gorged with crimson blood and could just spoil a person's appetite in an instant. Mom's womb was removed as a result of several potentially cancerous fibres, which were not supposed to be there in the first place, expanding in size as time takes its toll. Her decision to remove the entire womb instead of just the fibres were motivated by the fact that age was catching up and 4 miracles only capable by the heavens had already been delivered from her womb. So it'd be logical to say that a 5th one would be highly unlikely, though i had always harboured the thought of having another sister, one who i could take out to the amusement parks and stuff like that, you know? But aww, that thought'd probably been dashed already. At the end of the day, nonetheless, the thing that mattered was mom made came out of the ER with a unequivocably healthier, albeit transiently feebler, and that's pretty much all that matters. =D

I'm teetering at the brink of deep sleep because of my sleepless exploit yesterday which has invariably kept my system running for almost 40 hours already. Not a very wise thing to do, I must say. Probably explains all that I just waffled shitlessly about.. I think it's seriously time to hit the sack!

gone.

10:39 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

"people like you don't know about hardship wan lah.."

highly wrath incurring words from a guy that i call a brother. it may appear to u that my life is pink and rosy and forever smooth sailing ever since the day i was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, consequently resulting in a lack of ability to understand the harsh realities of life and the financial challenges that come with it. but think again. do i appear to u as someone live off my parents and squander away my family fortunes? As a matter of fact, i know about these harsh realities of life more than any of u and because of that, i know what's is paramount in life. when i know what's important, i don't NATO.. i work hella hard for it..and make sure i get it. i see how hard my parents work to provide for the family, and i know someday i'll have to fill their roles. that's just life..Don't tell me that you worked just as hard, if not harder, because at the end of the day, it's all reflected in the grades. simply, you reap what u sow and so u get the grades which justify the amount of effort u put in. Dare u say that u went a mile more than me? Dare u say u even put in as much as i did? i doubt so.. so then don't give me that shit about not knowing hardships and stuff just because u pay ur own bills and i don't.

11:49 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

1st March 2006

I feel good..
te ne ne ne ne ne ne..
i knew that i would..
I feel good..
te ne ne ne ne ne ne..
i knew that i would..
so good..so good.. woooo!

I arrived at the hall late today and apparently they were showing the names of the 3As and 4As students with the overhead projector. So when i stepped into the hall, i knew my results not long later even before i went to collect it. cos my Jansen was like calling me an asshole for getting 3As? hahaha. then when i went to collect my slip, i told Miss Kwan that i know i got 3As but am pretty damn sure i screwed up my GP. At this juncture, Mr Low interjected and said "that's where you're so wrong." and i was like.. "oh?!" And there, staring straight at me in the face was something that made me jump so ecstatically for joy. friggin A1 for GP! yeeooow.

well, to say the least, I expected the 3As cos it would only justify the amount of incessant mugging i so religiously put in prior to the exams. But I never really held the hope of getting an A1 for GP after I thought i screwed up my essay pretty terribly. lol..apparently the ladies and gentlemen at Cambridge thought otherwise.

oh i also had this amazing dream when i was at camp one night. I actually dreamt that i had 3As and A1 for GP but I didnt dare to tell anyone about it in case it didnt come true. haha.. it never hurts to be superstitious at times those it? ;)

The road to my 3As were littered with obstacles and barriers. It wasn't very long ago that I almost got expelled from TJC and had it not been for the oh-so-inspiring Mrs Low, I would have long been spiralling down the alleys of mediocrity. Truely, it's of paramount importance to know what you want in life before it's too late. I'm grateful to the fact that Mrs Low enlightened me to this fact which eventually made me decide at the end of year 1 to pursue a law degree in the university of cambridge. Had I not knew what I want, I wouldn't have had the impetus to actually sit down and start studying. Another aspect that I would attribute my considerably stellar grades to would be the fact that i actually chose to study alone. Despite the several occasions where my peers invited me to study with them, i stuck to my solo studying system which worked wonders eventually. not only had it helped my concentration better, it made me think a little more instead of asking someone everytime u hit a tough question. it's always much more productive when u crack ur brains a lil more to navigate questions that u might get stymied by along the course of mugging. It really helps much more conceptually. It is also an unequivocal fact that studying in a group tends to end up in talk cock sessions which kills productivity. But of course, that isn't always the case. :)
The cusp of my A lvl education has certainly got to be dropping of Physics. Despite it being my strongest subject at that point in time, i chose to drop it due to a total dearth of interest in the subject per se. And since I wasn't taking S papers, i figured that 4 subs was a waste of time and precious resources(namely time and brain cells :P). As a matter of fact, had it not been for the dropping of Physics, I wouldnt have been able to plan such an effective time table 2 mths before the A lvls, for i wouldn't have had enough time to finish covering every subject. So i guess it was a wise choice made at the right time.

oh well, i hope the little info in the aforementioned will be of some help some way or other to prospective A lvl sitters.. it's not that difficult to achieve good grades if u put your heart and mind to it.

9 March 2006

there's nothing much to talk about today apart from one heart warming incident that took place an hour ago. Well, apparently my brother dropped his wallet on the bus and was oblivious to it. But somehow, his lucky stars were shining strong today and out of the blue, an elderly couple came over to my place just to return him his wallet. I mean like.. omg.. why does it never happen to me? It just changes my opinion today's Singaporeans from one of selfish and motivated by avarice to that of honest and earnest. Can you imagine? People of this sort actually still exist up till today! How often do u get someone returning the wallet to u, not to mention personally deliver it to your doorstop? And they looked like such nice old people and it just further enhances my liking for the elderly. gosh..can't wait to get my license..cos i promised myself that i'd take my grandparents out for a meal on my own when i aquire my license. =)

8:14 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.

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