Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I'll be in Bangkok for a couple of days... not really for work this time, though He is. I'm just gonna do some shopping... hehehe...
Dun miss me too much (ya right!)
See you guys in a few days!
I've to finish packing... and check out who's been buying my 'properties' on fb.. lol, I'm hooked.
Dun miss me too much (ya right!)
See you guys in a few days!
I've to finish packing... and check out who's been buying my 'properties' on fb.. lol, I'm hooked.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
After much thought over whether it was just a corny love story, a shitty local production, or just a tear-generator I didn’t wanna know, I went to watch ‘The Leap Years’ with my godsis on Saturday.
It is THE best local film production I’ve seen.
‘Singapore Dreaming’ was good, so was ‘The Maid’.. and who can forget ’12 Storeys’ – these were wonderful films with depth. (notice I’m not even talking about Jack Neo’s movies here)
But ‘The Leap Years’… man oh man oh man..
Firstly, the cinematography was beautiful… portraying Singapore in a very sensitive manner… like it’s a place one could actually have a life in, minus all the stressful hustle and bustle. Even the famous CBD skyscraper shot was very soft, very gentle.
It showed that Singapore has some culture, history… real people.
Ananda Mathew Everingham was like, the Greek god I’ll gladly present my body to. He’s not handsome, but he is charming in a rugged way… of course him showing off half his hard chest most of the time he appeared in the movie helped, lol. After all the drooling, he acted rather well the part of the tortured lover.
Wong Li-Lin’s an excellent actress… she’s never really had the opportunity to show what she’s really made of, til now. It’s so difficult to manage a role like hers without appearing silly and naïve, and desperate.
Which brings me to the plot itself.
At first glance, it seems kinda corny, doesn it? Boy and girl make a promise to meet every leap year, aka once every four years. Which in itself is kinda pathetic… especially when they’re in love and blah blah blah.
But the characters have such depth, it’s believable that such a thing can happen. That people can love in such a manner, have what Li-Ann (Wong Li-Lin’s character) called ‘a rare connection’.
Take Li-Ann for example: she’s an intelligent, strong-minded individual, successful in her own right. You wouldn’t think that a woman like her could allow herself to be in a situation that has her effectively pinning after a man she knows little of… she tells herself, the next leap year, she wun see him, but then in the end, she goes to wait for him all the same. This internal struggle within her to balance practicality and her heart’s longings was played out so well by Wong Li-Lin. In the end, I didn’t think she was silly, but rather, I found myself actually relating to her, understanding her, sympathizing with her.
Because really, at the end of the day, all of us want to find that someone we can have that ‘rare connection’ with, and I’m not talking about sex here. Her character was so real because she also had all the human fears that we have, yet she wants to have her heart’s desires too.
In the end, I found myself applauding her.
I think I spent about one-third of the movie in tears… I was desperately trying not to let my god-sis see the big fat tears rolling down my cheeks. It wasn’t just because the movie was sad (I’m not gonna tell you what the ending is, but it’s good), but also because it was so touching, of the ‘awwwww’ variety. In the last few minutes, someone in the cinema sniffed very loudly – that was like the green light for all the females to cry without restraint. When my god-sis asked for tissue, I was like, “ok lah, can freely cry liao”.
Lol… I had to do some serious make-up touching up after the movie. And my eyes still hurt an hour after it from the crying.
It’s a really good movie, and I urge all of you to watch it… if you had to spend your money on one really meaningful thing this year, this is it.
***
I’ve also been doing some crying of a different kind. During the follow-up check-up at the vet, results showed that the bone had ‘popped’ out. Now the only option left is surgery.
But that costs about $2k… and as 'great' as I may be in my career, I dun have that kind of money…
So now my dog’s hopping around the house… she can still manage like that for a while, just that it’s inconvenient for her, and we’ve to help her scratch behind her ears since she can’t use her leg for that anymore. But that’ll only last for a while… then it’ll start hurting like mad for her, and she’ll need that surgery.
If my dog had some terrible disease and needed to be put to sleep to ease her suffering, fine, so be it. But for something like this, there is a solution… I can’t possibly put her to sleep.
When I return home every night, I make sure I spend some time with her… cuddling her, petting her… so she’ll feel my love… but it really pains me to see her hopping around (even though she’s not in pain now – she even jumped up the steps at home lor)… it’s like a reminder to me that I’m a failure as an owner.
Urgh!
Anyone wanna pay me money?
It is THE best local film production I’ve seen.
‘Singapore Dreaming’ was good, so was ‘The Maid’.. and who can forget ’12 Storeys’ – these were wonderful films with depth. (notice I’m not even talking about Jack Neo’s movies here)
But ‘The Leap Years’… man oh man oh man..
Firstly, the cinematography was beautiful… portraying Singapore in a very sensitive manner… like it’s a place one could actually have a life in, minus all the stressful hustle and bustle. Even the famous CBD skyscraper shot was very soft, very gentle.
It showed that Singapore has some culture, history… real people.
Ananda Mathew Everingham was like, the Greek god I’ll gladly present my body to. He’s not handsome, but he is charming in a rugged way… of course him showing off half his hard chest most of the time he appeared in the movie helped, lol. After all the drooling, he acted rather well the part of the tortured lover.
Wong Li-Lin’s an excellent actress… she’s never really had the opportunity to show what she’s really made of, til now. It’s so difficult to manage a role like hers without appearing silly and naïve, and desperate.
Which brings me to the plot itself.
At first glance, it seems kinda corny, doesn it? Boy and girl make a promise to meet every leap year, aka once every four years. Which in itself is kinda pathetic… especially when they’re in love and blah blah blah.
But the characters have such depth, it’s believable that such a thing can happen. That people can love in such a manner, have what Li-Ann (Wong Li-Lin’s character) called ‘a rare connection’.
Take Li-Ann for example: she’s an intelligent, strong-minded individual, successful in her own right. You wouldn’t think that a woman like her could allow herself to be in a situation that has her effectively pinning after a man she knows little of… she tells herself, the next leap year, she wun see him, but then in the end, she goes to wait for him all the same. This internal struggle within her to balance practicality and her heart’s longings was played out so well by Wong Li-Lin. In the end, I didn’t think she was silly, but rather, I found myself actually relating to her, understanding her, sympathizing with her.
Because really, at the end of the day, all of us want to find that someone we can have that ‘rare connection’ with, and I’m not talking about sex here. Her character was so real because she also had all the human fears that we have, yet she wants to have her heart’s desires too.
In the end, I found myself applauding her.
I think I spent about one-third of the movie in tears… I was desperately trying not to let my god-sis see the big fat tears rolling down my cheeks. It wasn’t just because the movie was sad (I’m not gonna tell you what the ending is, but it’s good), but also because it was so touching, of the ‘awwwww’ variety. In the last few minutes, someone in the cinema sniffed very loudly – that was like the green light for all the females to cry without restraint. When my god-sis asked for tissue, I was like, “ok lah, can freely cry liao”.
Lol… I had to do some serious make-up touching up after the movie. And my eyes still hurt an hour after it from the crying.
It’s a really good movie, and I urge all of you to watch it… if you had to spend your money on one really meaningful thing this year, this is it.
***
I’ve also been doing some crying of a different kind. During the follow-up check-up at the vet, results showed that the bone had ‘popped’ out. Now the only option left is surgery.
But that costs about $2k… and as 'great' as I may be in my career, I dun have that kind of money…
So now my dog’s hopping around the house… she can still manage like that for a while, just that it’s inconvenient for her, and we’ve to help her scratch behind her ears since she can’t use her leg for that anymore. But that’ll only last for a while… then it’ll start hurting like mad for her, and she’ll need that surgery.
If my dog had some terrible disease and needed to be put to sleep to ease her suffering, fine, so be it. But for something like this, there is a solution… I can’t possibly put her to sleep.
When I return home every night, I make sure I spend some time with her… cuddling her, petting her… so she’ll feel my love… but it really pains me to see her hopping around (even though she’s not in pain now – she even jumped up the steps at home lor)… it’s like a reminder to me that I’m a failure as an owner.
Urgh!
Anyone wanna pay me money?
Friday, March 14, 2008
It's a sign...
I got an article published in a foreign trade mag… the editor gave me an entire page in the first few pages of the magazine and also gave me a byline!
(Nb: Byline is the ‘Written by:YYY’ thingy)
It’s like a sign, you know, that I’m getting there. Of course, I’ve done many articles for my publication which has readers all over the world… but this one is special, coz it’s not OUR publication, it’s foreign (local trade mags are shit) and it has worldwide distribution.
OMIGOSH… I’ve really got to savour this… I’m getting that… at such a young age too!
I’m glad he gave me the opportunity, and sent my article to that mag… :X
And it wasn’t even heavily edited!
Lalalala…
This’ll show my parents… see, I’ve done it! I made the right career choice! If I had listened to you, I’ll still be stuck in some shit admin role in SPH or some other local newspaper/magazine, where I’ll be busy doing nothing but making coffee for my superiors.
So trade magazines dun get displayed at newsstands… it’s not all that visible, but so what? It’s the substance that counts.
I’m gonna sleep with that mag under my pillow tonight.
(Nb: Byline is the ‘Written by:YYY’ thingy)
It’s like a sign, you know, that I’m getting there. Of course, I’ve done many articles for my publication which has readers all over the world… but this one is special, coz it’s not OUR publication, it’s foreign (local trade mags are shit) and it has worldwide distribution.
OMIGOSH… I’ve really got to savour this… I’m getting that… at such a young age too!
I’m glad he gave me the opportunity, and sent my article to that mag… :X
And it wasn’t even heavily edited!
Lalalala…
This’ll show my parents… see, I’ve done it! I made the right career choice! If I had listened to you, I’ll still be stuck in some shit admin role in SPH or some other local newspaper/magazine, where I’ll be busy doing nothing but making coffee for my superiors.
So trade magazines dun get displayed at newsstands… it’s not all that visible, but so what? It’s the substance that counts.
I’m gonna sleep with that mag under my pillow tonight.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Had a rather stressful day yesterday…
For those of you who do not know, I’ve three wonderful dogs. And one of them started limping on Sunday… she wasn’t resting her weight on one of her hind legs.
Monday was terrible, coz I couldn’t get transport to a vet. I was apprehensive about booking a cab coz I felt cab drivers wun be keen to have a doggie passenger. My dad’s not in town, and I dun drive, so even though there’s my dad car, it’s effectively useless.
Spent all Monday worrying, feeling utterly useless, and that I had let my pet, who entrusted herself to my family, down (I know, drama-mama, but that’s how I really felt) – I mean, if you’re gonna have a pet, you damn well take excellent care of it, otherwise, forget it.
Finally, he offered to pick me and my dog up Tuesday morning and send us to the vet… there’s a whole bunch of logistic details here that I wun bore you with… but on Tuesday morning, I found myself registering my dog at the vet clinic.
I was happy to see she hadn’t lost her gungho-ness… she was limping around to sniff other dogs’ butts, sniff the legs of the other owners there waiting for their turn… I was like, “hey, stop moving, limping dog!” But still, she persisted to sniff every doggie butt in the waiting area.
When she had completed her mission, she went under a chair and rested there.
Coz this was a walk-in thing… I ended up having to wait for 2-plus hours before I could see the doc. After all the physical examinations, x-rays etc, I was told that she had dislocated her hip bone-thingy.
I’m gonna save you guys the details, but essentially, the vet had to make her fall asleep so they could try to ‘pop’ the bone back in. I guess she was just doing her job and covering her ass, but when she warned me that doing so has its risk, and that, I quote, “some dogs never wake up”, it really hit me and I realised just how serious the matter was.
I mean, you’re thinking… ok, so she’s not immediately dying… it’s a bone thing… yes, I’ve read of old humans who dislocate their hips, suffer in great agony, then die, but I’m just gonna try to not think about that for the moment. Chant: “dogs and humans are different, dogs and humans are different…”
And then when you hear about how there might be a better solution than surgery, you’re relieved. You think, “oh, just pop it back. Yeah, that sounds simple enough!”
THEN, you are told that she may not wake up.
I was so freaked, I’m ashamed to admit this: I cried.
Yes, right in the frigging vet’s office, I cried. Well ok, not really cried lah, but got lots of big fat drops of tears rolling down my cheeks. (that's NOT crying!)
And I clumsily tried to explain to the vet, “I’m sorry, it’s just a big thing.. you’re asking me to make a decision.”
The worst thing, I thought, was that if I screw this decision up, then my mum will kill me. I loved this dog, but my absolute favourite was another one we have. This limping one was my mum’s favourite.
And to top it all off, the limping dog was sitting there, on the vet’s examination table, looking at me with adoring, trusting eyes… it was soooo terrible.
Anyway, end result: bone was willing to be ‘popped’ in, dog’s bandaged up, need to bring her back in a couple of days for check up.
Bill was huge.
I guess I got to reconcile myself to the fact that my dogs will die in a few years… that’s the law of nature.
But I’ll be damned if I dun at least try to fight it off for as long as possible.
For those of you who do not know, I’ve three wonderful dogs. And one of them started limping on Sunday… she wasn’t resting her weight on one of her hind legs.
Monday was terrible, coz I couldn’t get transport to a vet. I was apprehensive about booking a cab coz I felt cab drivers wun be keen to have a doggie passenger. My dad’s not in town, and I dun drive, so even though there’s my dad car, it’s effectively useless.
Spent all Monday worrying, feeling utterly useless, and that I had let my pet, who entrusted herself to my family, down (I know, drama-mama, but that’s how I really felt) – I mean, if you’re gonna have a pet, you damn well take excellent care of it, otherwise, forget it.
Finally, he offered to pick me and my dog up Tuesday morning and send us to the vet… there’s a whole bunch of logistic details here that I wun bore you with… but on Tuesday morning, I found myself registering my dog at the vet clinic.
I was happy to see she hadn’t lost her gungho-ness… she was limping around to sniff other dogs’ butts, sniff the legs of the other owners there waiting for their turn… I was like, “hey, stop moving, limping dog!” But still, she persisted to sniff every doggie butt in the waiting area.
When she had completed her mission, she went under a chair and rested there.
Coz this was a walk-in thing… I ended up having to wait for 2-plus hours before I could see the doc. After all the physical examinations, x-rays etc, I was told that she had dislocated her hip bone-thingy.
I’m gonna save you guys the details, but essentially, the vet had to make her fall asleep so they could try to ‘pop’ the bone back in. I guess she was just doing her job and covering her ass, but when she warned me that doing so has its risk, and that, I quote, “some dogs never wake up”, it really hit me and I realised just how serious the matter was.
I mean, you’re thinking… ok, so she’s not immediately dying… it’s a bone thing… yes, I’ve read of old humans who dislocate their hips, suffer in great agony, then die, but I’m just gonna try to not think about that for the moment. Chant: “dogs and humans are different, dogs and humans are different…”
And then when you hear about how there might be a better solution than surgery, you’re relieved. You think, “oh, just pop it back. Yeah, that sounds simple enough!”
THEN, you are told that she may not wake up.
I was so freaked, I’m ashamed to admit this: I cried.
Yes, right in the frigging vet’s office, I cried. Well ok, not really cried lah, but got lots of big fat drops of tears rolling down my cheeks. (that's NOT crying!)
And I clumsily tried to explain to the vet, “I’m sorry, it’s just a big thing.. you’re asking me to make a decision.”
The worst thing, I thought, was that if I screw this decision up, then my mum will kill me. I loved this dog, but my absolute favourite was another one we have. This limping one was my mum’s favourite.
And to top it all off, the limping dog was sitting there, on the vet’s examination table, looking at me with adoring, trusting eyes… it was soooo terrible.
Anyway, end result: bone was willing to be ‘popped’ in, dog’s bandaged up, need to bring her back in a couple of days for check up.
Bill was huge.
I guess I got to reconcile myself to the fact that my dogs will die in a few years… that’s the law of nature.
But I’ll be damned if I dun at least try to fight it off for as long as possible.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
So today's is International Women's Day..
Which is all well and good, though we'll only see real success in women's rights when there is NO International Women's Day.
Which is all well and good, though we'll only see real success in women's rights when there is NO International Women's Day.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
If it wasn’t 2-plus in the morning and I wasn’t feeling so sian, I would have had a whole bunch of stuff to tell you.
About how I’m so glad Clinton won Texas and Ohio… she’s back in, baby, she’s back in.
As much as I support Clinton, I would have liked to find the music video on YouTube – the one put together by Will.I.Am…. a song with lyrics made up of sentences from Obama’s speeches…. And post it up here to share with my few pathetic readers coz it really was quite well done.
But I wanna go find the advertisement Jack Nicholson made for Clinton using clips from some of his movies… and I can’t do that if I’m spending the time blogging, right?
And oh, if I wasn’t interested in checking out how my FB’s account has been doing for the past 2 weeks (ya, I last logged in that long ago), I would have told you how I would love to tell the AVA spokesperson who responded to a letter in the papers about pedigree dogs getting abandoned by saying that AVA will not control the imports and believes more in letting the market forces of demand/supply dictate things… to stick it up his hole…
It’s PRECISELY coz you’re letting demand/supply rule that dogs are getting abandoned… so get your blardy lazy fat ass off your seat and DO something… like, oh, CONTROL imports… screen owners… make sure every single dog is microchipped with the owners’ details in some part of the body not revealed to the owner… so if the dog’s abandoned, you can drag the owner’s ass to jail (yes, not merely a court fine, but JAIL) where he can get caned a zillion times til his butt splits wide open… before the prison warden pours salt over the wounds…
Oh sorry, I’m mixing Guantanamo up with SG…
Ya, so you’ve figured it out… I DETEST people who abandon their pets.
Coz I haven’t been reading Kenny Sia for a looonnnggg while… I would like to spend my time reading his blog, instead of putting something up on my own blog… where I’ll tell you how I feel about the Malaysian elections happening in a mere few hours…. Coz there’s always so much to talk about when it comes to neighbor, Malaysia…
And if I wasn’t going to file my toenails, I would talk to you about Mas Selamat… Singapore’s most popular terrorist… He’s in such high demand, posters are up everywhere and even the usually apathetic public is keeping an eye out for him… that is, if they know what they’re supposed to be looking out for.
Limp or no limp? Ohhh… he doesn’t really walk with a limp… that’s only evident when he walks damn fast or runs. And oh, so err, I’m supposed to look for beige tee and brown pants now is it? But newspaper printed the tee green in color leh.. so which is which? And err… after so many days then you tell me to look out for the discarded clothes in a city where rubbish is collected every single day???
I wonder how many guards at the Detention Centre have been murdered by the Home Affairs Minister already.
I also need to check on my new ear piercing… I realized today, while fiddling with it, that coz it’s quite close to, how do you describe it, the side/edge/end/whatever… and a metal stud’s now been introduced into the flesh, you can actually feel a bit of a lump when you run your finger along the side… your finger goes over this sorta bump, and you go, ‘ah, so that’s where the piercing is!’
I think that’s very very cool… as grossed out as some of you might be.
It’s just like the piercing at the top side of my right ear… the bit where there’s soft bone… when I take my piercing out, you can actually SEE through the hole, look at the stuff behind you… that’s not very cool… that’s DAMN cool… if I stand in front of the mirror and move around, I can see my cupboard, my desk, etc.
But of course, coz I’m taking some time to ogle my ear piercings, I can’t tell you about how my work now requires me to read more Chinese stuff these days. And those of you who know me would also know that I’m a typical ‘kantang’ (English translation: potato, aka the ‘England type’)… and it’s sooooooo frustrating sometimes. As I’ve been telling Him… if I believed in karma, this would be it – karma for all the terrible mean things I’ve said behind the backs of my Chinese teachers back in school, karma for giving them such headaches, karma for laughing when they said I had better learn coz I would need to use the Chinese language as an adult; I thought, ‘heck, then I wun do a job that requires Chinese, so there!’
I’ll bang my head on the table if I’ve to look at another Chinese article… it’s worms on screen, I tell you!
I console myself by thinking… well… at least this is an opportunity to improve my grasp of the language… I think I’m doing better now, or at least that’s what I tell myself.
Oh dear me, look at the time… oh well, too bad for you people… coz it’s now 3 plus, I think I shan’t blog today… I’ll go do all the stuff I’ve said I’ll do now… sorry, guys!
PS: oh, btw, Mr Baba… you know that ‘shoot on sight’ idea of yours?
The polic wish to inform you that they thought it was such a great idea, they decided to carry it out… only they shot dead a murder suspect at Outram MRT station instead of the terrorist.
Blunder again! Strike two!
About how I’m so glad Clinton won Texas and Ohio… she’s back in, baby, she’s back in.
As much as I support Clinton, I would have liked to find the music video on YouTube – the one put together by Will.I.Am…. a song with lyrics made up of sentences from Obama’s speeches…. And post it up here to share with my few pathetic readers coz it really was quite well done.
But I wanna go find the advertisement Jack Nicholson made for Clinton using clips from some of his movies… and I can’t do that if I’m spending the time blogging, right?
And oh, if I wasn’t interested in checking out how my FB’s account has been doing for the past 2 weeks (ya, I last logged in that long ago), I would have told you how I would love to tell the AVA spokesperson who responded to a letter in the papers about pedigree dogs getting abandoned by saying that AVA will not control the imports and believes more in letting the market forces of demand/supply dictate things… to stick it up his hole…
It’s PRECISELY coz you’re letting demand/supply rule that dogs are getting abandoned… so get your blardy lazy fat ass off your seat and DO something… like, oh, CONTROL imports… screen owners… make sure every single dog is microchipped with the owners’ details in some part of the body not revealed to the owner… so if the dog’s abandoned, you can drag the owner’s ass to jail (yes, not merely a court fine, but JAIL) where he can get caned a zillion times til his butt splits wide open… before the prison warden pours salt over the wounds…
Oh sorry, I’m mixing Guantanamo up with SG…
Ya, so you’ve figured it out… I DETEST people who abandon their pets.
Coz I haven’t been reading Kenny Sia for a looonnnggg while… I would like to spend my time reading his blog, instead of putting something up on my own blog… where I’ll tell you how I feel about the Malaysian elections happening in a mere few hours…. Coz there’s always so much to talk about when it comes to neighbor, Malaysia…
And if I wasn’t going to file my toenails, I would talk to you about Mas Selamat… Singapore’s most popular terrorist… He’s in such high demand, posters are up everywhere and even the usually apathetic public is keeping an eye out for him… that is, if they know what they’re supposed to be looking out for.
Limp or no limp? Ohhh… he doesn’t really walk with a limp… that’s only evident when he walks damn fast or runs. And oh, so err, I’m supposed to look for beige tee and brown pants now is it? But newspaper printed the tee green in color leh.. so which is which? And err… after so many days then you tell me to look out for the discarded clothes in a city where rubbish is collected every single day???
I wonder how many guards at the Detention Centre have been murdered by the Home Affairs Minister already.
I also need to check on my new ear piercing… I realized today, while fiddling with it, that coz it’s quite close to, how do you describe it, the side/edge/end/whatever… and a metal stud’s now been introduced into the flesh, you can actually feel a bit of a lump when you run your finger along the side… your finger goes over this sorta bump, and you go, ‘ah, so that’s where the piercing is!’
I think that’s very very cool… as grossed out as some of you might be.
It’s just like the piercing at the top side of my right ear… the bit where there’s soft bone… when I take my piercing out, you can actually SEE through the hole, look at the stuff behind you… that’s not very cool… that’s DAMN cool… if I stand in front of the mirror and move around, I can see my cupboard, my desk, etc.
But of course, coz I’m taking some time to ogle my ear piercings, I can’t tell you about how my work now requires me to read more Chinese stuff these days. And those of you who know me would also know that I’m a typical ‘kantang’ (English translation: potato, aka the ‘England type’)… and it’s sooooooo frustrating sometimes. As I’ve been telling Him… if I believed in karma, this would be it – karma for all the terrible mean things I’ve said behind the backs of my Chinese teachers back in school, karma for giving them such headaches, karma for laughing when they said I had better learn coz I would need to use the Chinese language as an adult; I thought, ‘heck, then I wun do a job that requires Chinese, so there!’
I’ll bang my head on the table if I’ve to look at another Chinese article… it’s worms on screen, I tell you!
I console myself by thinking… well… at least this is an opportunity to improve my grasp of the language… I think I’m doing better now, or at least that’s what I tell myself.
Oh dear me, look at the time… oh well, too bad for you people… coz it’s now 3 plus, I think I shan’t blog today… I’ll go do all the stuff I’ve said I’ll do now… sorry, guys!
PS: oh, btw, Mr Baba… you know that ‘shoot on sight’ idea of yours?
The polic wish to inform you that they thought it was such a great idea, they decided to carry it out… only they shot dead a murder suspect at Outram MRT station instead of the terrorist.
Blunder again! Strike two!
Thursday, March 06, 2008
I want to highlight this letter from a reader, to Weekend Today (2 March 2008). Apart from the issue the reader addressed, his wacky way of writing is just so funny and witty, a joy to read.
There’s a ‘god’ on the KPE
By Mat Oakley
I would like to report the discovery of a hitherto unknown race of people living in a subterranean cavern not far from the Central Business District.
Like many anthropological discoveries, it was a product of chance – a momentary whimsical diversion from a planned route.
It occurred a few days ago, as I was riding my motorcycle along East Coast Parkway, enjoying as I have for many years the pleasure of trying to stay alive amid reckless speeding, random lane-changing, homicidal tailgating and pathological desires to overtake.
Not being in an urgent frame of mind, I decided to take a previously unexplored route, and thus, was plunged into a strange underground world of people who obeyed the speed limit, didn’t swerve wildly in a desperate bid to get ahead or drive two inches behind my back wheel.
Most disorientating of all, a couple of them even turned on their indicators before changing lanes.
Further study has revealed this netherworld to be known as the “KPE”.
Evidently, the people of the Kallang-Paya Lebar Expressway worships a god they call “Speed Camera Ahead”, who they believe will punish them for dangerous behavior.
The power of this god is such that even the psychopaths who drive cars with spoilers are instantly – but sadly only temporarily – cured by the sight of “him”.
I wonder if the relevant authorities might consider converting the whole island to this life-saving “religion”.
Nice read...
Oh, I've watched Juno already... not too bad... been thinking of watching Leap Years - was going to do so on 29 Feb, but I was too busy looking out for Tay Ping Hui, hehe, so I can ask him out... and he couldn't refuse me then *evil laugh*
I'm hesitant about Leap Years, I'm sure it's a good movie, but it'll also involve lots of crying... a friend's fren watched it already, said the ending's good, but still...
Nvm, also got Persepolis to watch.. and Step Up 2 is coming soon... and the play The Pillowman! I missed it last year... MUST watch it this time.. Nis, hear that?!?!?!?
Apart from that, nothing much's been happening... oh, I pierced another ear-hole... so as of now, the tally is, 3 on left, 5 on right... lalalala
There’s a ‘god’ on the KPE
By Mat Oakley
I would like to report the discovery of a hitherto unknown race of people living in a subterranean cavern not far from the Central Business District.
Like many anthropological discoveries, it was a product of chance – a momentary whimsical diversion from a planned route.
It occurred a few days ago, as I was riding my motorcycle along East Coast Parkway, enjoying as I have for many years the pleasure of trying to stay alive amid reckless speeding, random lane-changing, homicidal tailgating and pathological desires to overtake.
Not being in an urgent frame of mind, I decided to take a previously unexplored route, and thus, was plunged into a strange underground world of people who obeyed the speed limit, didn’t swerve wildly in a desperate bid to get ahead or drive two inches behind my back wheel.
Most disorientating of all, a couple of them even turned on their indicators before changing lanes.
Further study has revealed this netherworld to be known as the “KPE”.
Evidently, the people of the Kallang-Paya Lebar Expressway worships a god they call “Speed Camera Ahead”, who they believe will punish them for dangerous behavior.
The power of this god is such that even the psychopaths who drive cars with spoilers are instantly – but sadly only temporarily – cured by the sight of “him”.
I wonder if the relevant authorities might consider converting the whole island to this life-saving “religion”.
Nice read...
Oh, I've watched Juno already... not too bad... been thinking of watching Leap Years - was going to do so on 29 Feb, but I was too busy looking out for Tay Ping Hui, hehe, so I can ask him out... and he couldn't refuse me then *evil laugh*
I'm hesitant about Leap Years, I'm sure it's a good movie, but it'll also involve lots of crying... a friend's fren watched it already, said the ending's good, but still...
Nvm, also got Persepolis to watch.. and Step Up 2 is coming soon... and the play The Pillowman! I missed it last year... MUST watch it this time.. Nis, hear that?!?!?!?
Apart from that, nothing much's been happening... oh, I pierced another ear-hole... so as of now, the tally is, 3 on left, 5 on right... lalalala
