Thursday, February 28, 2008
JI detainee escapes from SG detention centre
The question here, boys and girls, is how the fuck did this happen?
They better capture that man soon... this is such an embarrassment to the government; thank goodness we got the Youth Olympics already.
From Channelnewsasia:
JI detainee Mas Selamat Kastari escapes from Singapore detention centre
Posted: 27 February 2008 2045 hrs
JI detainee Mas Selamat Kastari escapes from Singapore detention centre
SINGAPORE : A massive police operation is underway in Singapore after the leader of the Jemaah Islamiyah network here, Mas Selamat Kastari, escaped from detention at 4.05pm on Wednesday.
A statement from the Home Affairs Ministry says Mas Selamat walks with a limp and is presently at large.
He is not known to be armed and is one of Singapore's most wanted men.
Extensive police resources have been deployed to track him down after he escaped from the Whitley Road Detention Centre.
Anyone with information about him can contact the police at 999.
Mas Selamat was arrested by the Indonesian police on Bintan island in January 2006.
He was picked up then for using a fake identity card.
Based on investigations then, Indonesia's elite anti-terror police discovered he was the leader of the Singapore Jemaah Islamiyah network, a terrorist organisation.
They then deported the man to Singapore in 2006.
The 45-year-old father of four was also said to be involved in JI's plans to mount attacks against foreign and local establishments here.
These included the US Embassy and American Club, the Defence Ministry headquarters at Bukit Gombak and the Education Ministry building at North Buona Vista Drive.
Mas Selamat fled Singapore in December 2001 following an Internal Security Department operation against the terrorist organisation.
The militant leader had been on the run after Singapore authorities discovered plans to crash seven truck filled with bombs at various locations around the island.
Investigations also revealed that he was the mastermind behind a plan to hijack an airplane and crash it into Changi airport.
When he was last arrested in Indonesia, officers found literature on bomb making on the man.
Mas Selamat's deportation to Singapore two years ago was seen as a significant development in the close network of cooperation amongst intelligence officers in the region to share information on terror suspects and to defeat the terror threat.
The islandwide manhunt has fanned out to areas in Beauty World in Upper Bukit Timah and Goldhill Avenue near Barker Road.
Officers are also knocking on homes asking residents if they have seen the escapee.
Police have also formed a formidable blockade around Malcolm Park, near the Singapore Chinese Girls' School. - CNA/ch
They better capture that man soon... this is such an embarrassment to the government; thank goodness we got the Youth Olympics already.
From Channelnewsasia:
JI detainee Mas Selamat Kastari escapes from Singapore detention centre
Posted: 27 February 2008 2045 hrs
JI detainee Mas Selamat Kastari escapes from Singapore detention centre
SINGAPORE : A massive police operation is underway in Singapore after the leader of the Jemaah Islamiyah network here, Mas Selamat Kastari, escaped from detention at 4.05pm on Wednesday.
A statement from the Home Affairs Ministry says Mas Selamat walks with a limp and is presently at large.
He is not known to be armed and is one of Singapore's most wanted men.
Extensive police resources have been deployed to track him down after he escaped from the Whitley Road Detention Centre.
Anyone with information about him can contact the police at 999.
Mas Selamat was arrested by the Indonesian police on Bintan island in January 2006.
He was picked up then for using a fake identity card.
Based on investigations then, Indonesia's elite anti-terror police discovered he was the leader of the Singapore Jemaah Islamiyah network, a terrorist organisation.
They then deported the man to Singapore in 2006.
The 45-year-old father of four was also said to be involved in JI's plans to mount attacks against foreign and local establishments here.
These included the US Embassy and American Club, the Defence Ministry headquarters at Bukit Gombak and the Education Ministry building at North Buona Vista Drive.
Mas Selamat fled Singapore in December 2001 following an Internal Security Department operation against the terrorist organisation.
The militant leader had been on the run after Singapore authorities discovered plans to crash seven truck filled with bombs at various locations around the island.
Investigations also revealed that he was the mastermind behind a plan to hijack an airplane and crash it into Changi airport.
When he was last arrested in Indonesia, officers found literature on bomb making on the man.
Mas Selamat's deportation to Singapore two years ago was seen as a significant development in the close network of cooperation amongst intelligence officers in the region to share information on terror suspects and to defeat the terror threat.
The islandwide manhunt has fanned out to areas in Beauty World in Upper Bukit Timah and Goldhill Avenue near Barker Road.
Officers are also knocking on homes asking residents if they have seen the escapee.
Police have also formed a formidable blockade around Malcolm Park, near the Singapore Chinese Girls' School. - CNA/ch
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
I am so hungry... I blame it on the Crimson Tide…
Let’s see… I had half a sandwich in the morning, then about 2-3 hours ago I had half an egg sandwich, and half a ham-n-cheese sandwich, and some crispy toast with butter and sugar… I’ve just finished the remaining crispy toast…
All carbo, which is supposed to really fill the tummy up… but I’m still hungry!
You know what I’ll really like to have now…. Half a dozen fresh oysters, and chilli crab… no wait, make that black pepper crab… or can I have both?
Ahh… think I’ll go to the supermarket later and check out prices of crab… if it’s worthwhile, I’ll buy myself two and go home and cook black pepper crab…
Can’t wait for the Tide to subside… hungry hungry hungry…
Let’s see… I had half a sandwich in the morning, then about 2-3 hours ago I had half an egg sandwich, and half a ham-n-cheese sandwich, and some crispy toast with butter and sugar… I’ve just finished the remaining crispy toast…
All carbo, which is supposed to really fill the tummy up… but I’m still hungry!
You know what I’ll really like to have now…. Half a dozen fresh oysters, and chilli crab… no wait, make that black pepper crab… or can I have both?
Ahh… think I’ll go to the supermarket later and check out prices of crab… if it’s worthwhile, I’ll buy myself two and go home and cook black pepper crab…
Can’t wait for the Tide to subside… hungry hungry hungry…
Friday, February 22, 2008
Singapore gets the Youth Olympics!
From this:
To this:
As Queens would sing it...
We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world -
Congrats to the Bidding Committee for a job well done!
Now, on with the show!
To this:
As Queens would sing it...
We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world -
Congrats to the Bidding Committee for a job well done!
Now, on with the show!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Jokes time!
New Bush Bumper Stickers...
That's OK, I Wasn't Using My Civil Liberties Anyway...
Let's Fix Democracy in this Country First
If You Can Read This, You're Not Our President
George Bush: Creating the Terrorists Our Kids Will Have to Fight
Impeachment: It's Not Just for Blowjobs Anymore
No, Seriously, Why Did We Invade Iraq?
Bush: God's Way of Proving Intelligent Design is Full Of Crap
The Republican Party: Our Bridge to the 11th Century
A side topic...
Q. What's the height of conceit?
A. Having an orgasm and calling out your own name.
That's OK, I Wasn't Using My Civil Liberties Anyway...
Let's Fix Democracy in this Country First
If You Can Read This, You're Not Our President
George Bush: Creating the Terrorists Our Kids Will Have to Fight
Impeachment: It's Not Just for Blowjobs Anymore
No, Seriously, Why Did We Invade Iraq?
Bush: God's Way of Proving Intelligent Design is Full Of Crap
The Republican Party: Our Bridge to the 11th Century
A side topic...
Q. What's the height of conceit?
A. Having an orgasm and calling out your own name.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Because my dear god-sis bitched again about how my blog is ‘dead’, here I am making the effort to blog… so you better be grateful, YZ.
It’s not that I dun wanna blog… every now and then something which is really interesting and insightful will pop into my mind, and I’ll think, “I should blog about that.” But often time, I’m too tired/stoned/tired/bored/tired/busy/tired to actually get down to it.
Anywayz…
CNY is near its end… hurray! Not that I really mind CNY – I enjoy the meeting-up with relatives, friends, pigging out and, as much as I may bitch about how tiring it is, I enjoy the once-a-year massive baking of nonya kuehs that my mum and I get down to doing. But I realize that over the years, CNy has lost some of the excitement; probably coz of all the additional ‘duties’ I have to do.
And this CNY was, as usual, not without its “where’s the boyfriend?” questions. One grand aunt shouted, and I mean SHOUTED out, as we were leaving her place, “next year I wanna see you come visit me with a boyfriend ah!” – I swear all her neighbors heard that. When I complained to my parents, my mum said, ‘you can solve the problem by bringing a guy back.” Gee, so helpful… but then again, my mum also did her share of ‘encouraging’ me. Didn’t help that a relative my age is getting engaged.
But I’ve developed the art of turning a deaf ear to such nonsense.. so, ha!
Vday was quiet… didn’t come across any people selling flowers so I couldn’t try out my “I’m allergic to flowers… btw, do you have life insurance?” move. A pity. But I had fun smirking at all the boys carrying bouquets of flowers, paper bags of cutesy bears/balloons/other pink lacy crap (not bras or thongs), and the gf’s handbag.
What’s up with carrying your girls’ handbag? It’s not about being gentlemanly… it’s just, well, pathetic. Unless your gf is trying to negotiate tons of stuff, you dun carry the handbag, period. If her bag is very heavy, and she’s also trying to carry all the crap you bought her, ok, so maybe you help her with one or two items. But that’s it. You wanna be gentlemanly? Then do stuff like open the door for her, on days other than Vday.
My parents are away for three weeks… woohoo! But that also means that I’ve loads of housework to do… pros and cons in everything. Still, I’m enjoying the ability to go home late without having to constantly update my parents’ on my whereabouts.
Bro’s a pain though.. as always.
On Friday, my god-sis and I visited an old friend at her home – all of us used to always hang out together in sec sch… pity we lost touch with her after graduation… bad friends we were. I’m very happy we’re back in touch.
That friend, H, is now happily married with a cute baby girl. The daughter was at her mum’s place, and the hubby was away, so it was a good time to visit. She claims we ‘self-invited’ ourselves over…. I maintain that she was the one who suggested it in the first place months ago. :P
Had a good night… we didn’t do much… watched a dvd, drank a bit, chatted… I think as we all get older, stuff like clubbing loses some of its appeal. H and I agreed that pubbing, preferably where there’s a good live band… or just a quiet night somewhere, is more enjoyable. Call us boring old hags if you will, I think we’re just maturing like fine wine.
Chatted about a number of things. It was a interesting mix… one married, one waiting for HDB flat, and one.. well, more happy-go-lucky. (if you actually have to wonder about which one I am, go shoot yourself). We’re all at different stages of our lives even though we’re of the same age.
I commented that I felt like I was still a kid sometimes. Almost all my friends, acquaintances, etc were either married or getting married. They’re planning huge things – how to do the wedding, getting reno on the new home done, how to raise their kids… and as fucked up and busy as my life may feel sometimes, I dun have all these ‘big’ things to consider, unlike them. So I said I feel that it makes me feel like a kid, since I dun have responsibilities like them. And to a certain extent, I feel freer and erm, more fortunate, lol.
My god-sis looked kinda distressed at one point. I get that she worries about me (well, at least she worries a little) and my present state of living… and she wants me to enjoy the happiness she has… but as I kept trying to tell her, I’m very happy with the path I’ve chosen for myself. Different people find happiness in many different things… it just so happened that mine are different from hers.
Make no mistake… I’ll like to have my dream wedding… I’ve fantasized about how my wedding would be, the type of gown I’ll wear, the color theme and flowers (white lilies!)… and I’ll love to organize it… but err, I dun want the piece of paper that comes with it.
(note to self: potential business opportunity here.. let women have the opportunity to have ‘fake’ weddings to live out fantasizes… can throw in a hunk for the pretend-wedding…. The cuter the hunk, the higher the price!)
and I’ll love to have my dream home…. I’ll have a platform bed, a huge kitchen with an island counter, a kick-ass oven… comfortable sofas from ikea… that, at least I know I’ll get when I’m 35… can buy my own HDB flat by then… I’m so looking forward to that. Then I can host dinner parties etc…
And I’ll like a kid… not really have my own kid… but someone to play with and spoil and then when I’m done, hand the kid over to the real parents… lol. I told my god-sis to make me her kid’s godma.. hehehe…
So yes… I know that all makes me sound really childish… to want all the above without the responsibilities, but fuck, the important thing is that at least I KNOW what I want. And the good thing about that is that if I dun get them, I wun get upset. Sure beats being like other people, who just go through the motions because that is what social conventions say life should be like.
I’m a rebel. I’ll be fucked if I let society dictate how I should live my own life.
As long as I’m happy, all else matters little.
It’s not that I dun wanna blog… every now and then something which is really interesting and insightful will pop into my mind, and I’ll think, “I should blog about that.” But often time, I’m too tired/stoned/tired/bored/tired/busy/tired to actually get down to it.
Anywayz…
CNY is near its end… hurray! Not that I really mind CNY – I enjoy the meeting-up with relatives, friends, pigging out and, as much as I may bitch about how tiring it is, I enjoy the once-a-year massive baking of nonya kuehs that my mum and I get down to doing. But I realize that over the years, CNy has lost some of the excitement; probably coz of all the additional ‘duties’ I have to do.
And this CNY was, as usual, not without its “where’s the boyfriend?” questions. One grand aunt shouted, and I mean SHOUTED out, as we were leaving her place, “next year I wanna see you come visit me with a boyfriend ah!” – I swear all her neighbors heard that. When I complained to my parents, my mum said, ‘you can solve the problem by bringing a guy back.” Gee, so helpful… but then again, my mum also did her share of ‘encouraging’ me. Didn’t help that a relative my age is getting engaged.
But I’ve developed the art of turning a deaf ear to such nonsense.. so, ha!
Vday was quiet… didn’t come across any people selling flowers so I couldn’t try out my “I’m allergic to flowers… btw, do you have life insurance?” move. A pity. But I had fun smirking at all the boys carrying bouquets of flowers, paper bags of cutesy bears/balloons/other pink lacy crap (not bras or thongs), and the gf’s handbag.
What’s up with carrying your girls’ handbag? It’s not about being gentlemanly… it’s just, well, pathetic. Unless your gf is trying to negotiate tons of stuff, you dun carry the handbag, period. If her bag is very heavy, and she’s also trying to carry all the crap you bought her, ok, so maybe you help her with one or two items. But that’s it. You wanna be gentlemanly? Then do stuff like open the door for her, on days other than Vday.
My parents are away for three weeks… woohoo! But that also means that I’ve loads of housework to do… pros and cons in everything. Still, I’m enjoying the ability to go home late without having to constantly update my parents’ on my whereabouts.
Bro’s a pain though.. as always.
On Friday, my god-sis and I visited an old friend at her home – all of us used to always hang out together in sec sch… pity we lost touch with her after graduation… bad friends we were. I’m very happy we’re back in touch.
That friend, H, is now happily married with a cute baby girl. The daughter was at her mum’s place, and the hubby was away, so it was a good time to visit. She claims we ‘self-invited’ ourselves over…. I maintain that she was the one who suggested it in the first place months ago. :P
Had a good night… we didn’t do much… watched a dvd, drank a bit, chatted… I think as we all get older, stuff like clubbing loses some of its appeal. H and I agreed that pubbing, preferably where there’s a good live band… or just a quiet night somewhere, is more enjoyable. Call us boring old hags if you will, I think we’re just maturing like fine wine.
Chatted about a number of things. It was a interesting mix… one married, one waiting for HDB flat, and one.. well, more happy-go-lucky. (if you actually have to wonder about which one I am, go shoot yourself). We’re all at different stages of our lives even though we’re of the same age.
I commented that I felt like I was still a kid sometimes. Almost all my friends, acquaintances, etc were either married or getting married. They’re planning huge things – how to do the wedding, getting reno on the new home done, how to raise their kids… and as fucked up and busy as my life may feel sometimes, I dun have all these ‘big’ things to consider, unlike them. So I said I feel that it makes me feel like a kid, since I dun have responsibilities like them. And to a certain extent, I feel freer and erm, more fortunate, lol.
My god-sis looked kinda distressed at one point. I get that she worries about me (well, at least she worries a little) and my present state of living… and she wants me to enjoy the happiness she has… but as I kept trying to tell her, I’m very happy with the path I’ve chosen for myself. Different people find happiness in many different things… it just so happened that mine are different from hers.
Make no mistake… I’ll like to have my dream wedding… I’ve fantasized about how my wedding would be, the type of gown I’ll wear, the color theme and flowers (white lilies!)… and I’ll love to organize it… but err, I dun want the piece of paper that comes with it.
(note to self: potential business opportunity here.. let women have the opportunity to have ‘fake’ weddings to live out fantasizes… can throw in a hunk for the pretend-wedding…. The cuter the hunk, the higher the price!)
and I’ll love to have my dream home…. I’ll have a platform bed, a huge kitchen with an island counter, a kick-ass oven… comfortable sofas from ikea… that, at least I know I’ll get when I’m 35… can buy my own HDB flat by then… I’m so looking forward to that. Then I can host dinner parties etc…
And I’ll like a kid… not really have my own kid… but someone to play with and spoil and then when I’m done, hand the kid over to the real parents… lol. I told my god-sis to make me her kid’s godma.. hehehe…
So yes… I know that all makes me sound really childish… to want all the above without the responsibilities, but fuck, the important thing is that at least I KNOW what I want. And the good thing about that is that if I dun get them, I wun get upset. Sure beats being like other people, who just go through the motions because that is what social conventions say life should be like.
I’m a rebel. I’ll be fucked if I let society dictate how I should live my own life.
As long as I’m happy, all else matters little.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Quiz time!
Sorry, I just couldn't resist...
A fren sent me this quiz on Facebook.. and I found the results so hilarious, and yet, disturbingly accurate.
This is why I'll never find a vanilla boyfriend in SG:
Quiz: What kind of guy would you fall for?
Answer: The Sensitive Guy
You'll find your future man wherever turtlenecks are sold. He will have depth, introspection, and a disturbing knowledge of musical theater. And he may be a little weird. But hey, while your girlfriends cry over broken hearts, you'll be having Shakespeare read to you every night.
What do you mean by 'disturbing knowledge of musical theater'? That's nice, what!
And Shakespeare every night sounds good.
Now if I can just find this guy... oh ya, I forgot, they dun exist :P
About 2-3 weeks ago, my family and I were at this Jap buffet which offered, amongst other things, a whole range of English Tea bags.
Whenever I patronise this outlet, I always have green tea, followed by Camomile tea for dessert, and it was no different this time round.
My mum looked at my choice of camomile tea, and said my tea taste definitely reflected my personality. When I asked her to elaborate, she called me a 'camomile gir', or a 'flower flower sort of person lor'.
Lol, I get what she means, and I do think that being called a camomile person is more interesting than any other term.
But still, one can't help wondering if she likes it, or not...
Oh, I like Earl Grey too... lol.
A fren sent me this quiz on Facebook.. and I found the results so hilarious, and yet, disturbingly accurate.
This is why I'll never find a vanilla boyfriend in SG:
Quiz: What kind of guy would you fall for?
Answer: The Sensitive Guy
You'll find your future man wherever turtlenecks are sold. He will have depth, introspection, and a disturbing knowledge of musical theater. And he may be a little weird. But hey, while your girlfriends cry over broken hearts, you'll be having Shakespeare read to you every night.
What do you mean by 'disturbing knowledge of musical theater'? That's nice, what!
And Shakespeare every night sounds good.
Now if I can just find this guy... oh ya, I forgot, they dun exist :P
About 2-3 weeks ago, my family and I were at this Jap buffet which offered, amongst other things, a whole range of English Tea bags.
Whenever I patronise this outlet, I always have green tea, followed by Camomile tea for dessert, and it was no different this time round.
My mum looked at my choice of camomile tea, and said my tea taste definitely reflected my personality. When I asked her to elaborate, she called me a 'camomile gir', or a 'flower flower sort of person lor'.
Lol, I get what she means, and I do think that being called a camomile person is more interesting than any other term.
But still, one can't help wondering if she likes it, or not...
Oh, I like Earl Grey too... lol.
