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ah.. ok..

me back. me blog now. me got whinings about the world.

As usual lor..

ok.. firstly.. I would have to say that whatever that I blog, came off the top of my head..

so, please.. when I come up with my own opinions, dont ask for statistics..

when I come up with my own statistics, dont take it for real..

THEY ARE JUST FUCKING WHININGS.

*ahem*

kan abang dah marah tu..

coz I was suddenly reminded abt a silly girl who asked me for statistics when I talked abt women and feminism..

if u wanna get real facts, go read the Encyclopedia.. dont even Wiki.. silly girl..

and yeah..

I blog whatever that comes to mind.. so thatz another reason why I always jump from one topic to another.. and whatever that I write, is how I feel.. so for those who wants to get hurt, then too bad lor..

I used to hide things so that ppl dont get hurt.. but since I'm back to my carefree days again.. I dont have such obligations..

ok dah..

letz whine abt other things..

Was reading an article in the papers.. abt the volunteer group, Crime Library, being allowed to pin up their posters at MRT stations and some bus interchanges..

LTA approached SMRT, NEL and SBS to ask them to allow these nice ppl who wants to help families with missing persons, especially kids.. to put up the posters so that more families can have their loved ones back..

SMRT said OK..

NEL said OK..

SBS said NO.

WTF?

They said that they would rather work with the Police to find missing ppl..

In the first place.. how the fuck does a bus company work with the Police to find missing ppl?

Now their Bus Inspectors go around looking for missing ppl? then what? Report to Bus Captains?

Or they call the Police every week to find out whether can they help to locate some missing ppl?

So basically, itz hypocrisy.. they just dont want to help..

so hopefully, the next missing person would be from one of their families, if it was to happen again in Singapore..

But then again.. Singapore is so safe anyway.. no missing Singaporeans get killed..

Maybe some ppl just dont realise this.. our good Police Officers can't do much abt missing ppl.. unless there had been a crime committed and some evidence had been lifted from the scene or some witnesses came up with information, or the missing person is a child..

If u have a sister who is 16 yrz old, and she left home just like that.. therez nothing that the Police Force can do for u except for the fact that they inform u the last whereabouts that she was seen in.. and if she's above 17, TFB.. they dont have the rights to tell u that..

If ur old grandfather lost his way home and ended up in a ditch.. therez nothing that they can do except to cordon the scene while waiting for the hearse to come to send him for autopsy for the cause of death..

Crime Library was trying out to do something good for everyone with someone to love.. then again.. some ppl just have to be assholes..

ok..

next whining..

was watching Miss Vasantham yesterday.. and the question posed to individual contestants was..

Name 2 other contestants that you think should be eliminated..

another WTF..

Obviously.. some of them refused to name names..

Some did.. and basically.. thatz the first step to backstabbing in the media world..

The judges seemed to provoke them further.. and humiliated them further by asking them, why they think they are so good that they dont have the poor traits reflected by the 2 they named..

Some contestants got defensive.. and even one of the judges got defensive..

And one particular girl refused to name any, so one of the judges named 2 contestants that had named her, putting it in a way that it was said with malice and basically, tried to fire up a sense of anger and hatred..

Must do that meh?

Just coz we Indians are nice ppl have to do that to our race ah?

But then again.. 3 of the 4 judges were Indians..

the other is Najib..

I'd rather hear meaningless comments from Jacintha..

ok.. btw... in the last posting.. I forgot to upload 2 pics from a nice place that I stopped by on the drive back from Whistlers Mountain..

We stopped over at a rather deserted, but well maintained lake within a forest area, called Alice Lake..

So somehow.. with the darkness that was falling within the woods.. it looks kinda creepy.. though the serenity made it beautiful..



Alice Lake..

Alice was supposed to be the first White Woman that was there or something.. the lake reminds me of the show Friday The 13th.. where Jason jumped out of the water.. rather a stupid show.. but I was a kid when I watched it so it was scary back then..

And how come they didnt name the lake after the first Native woman eh?



The Woods.. creepy rite?

my tagboard had been changed coz tag-board.com fucked up on me..

and my new roster is out..

the YEYness of the new roster would be MANCHESTER!

hopefully can catch some games from the BEST FOOTBALL TEAM IN THE WORLD..

*NOT* Manchester City k..

ok.. now.. for the ultimate point of blogging today..

I got back from Melbourne yesterday.. and spent time with my brother, sis-in-law.. AND THE KIDSSSS..

YEY!

and of course.. not to forget, my goodest friend.. Radiah Alsagoff..

YEY!

goodest sey..

My bro traded phones with me since he have an extra phone.. he took my O2 XDA II Mini and gave me a brand new $1.4k O2 Atom..

YEYYYYYY..

with built-in wireless and loads of other functions..

and itz nicer to look at.. sleek and black..

just that Atom crashes more than XDAs, but that is expected of Windows anyway.. DOPODs crashes often too.. but I need this platform to write programs for the Windows Mobile..

but the worst thing abt the Atom is the battery life.. itz really draining even though I switched off all unnecessary functions.. just the usage of the PDA will suck out the electrons like.. like dunno what lar..

my beautiful favourite-gadget-of-the-moment..



but of course.. since itz given by my brother.. itz always gonna be my fav..

orait.. Picture Time..

hereeeeeeee..

Miss Radiah and Shasha!



YEY..

Here are the Gap Boys..



My precious nephews..

Yayat, Nain, Mukmin and Wawa..

fitting nicely into the Gap sweaters that I got for them from Seattle..

*phew*

and they fit nicely into the Baju Raya that we bought for them from Singapore.. kalau tak muat macam mana nak tukar eh Zainah eh.. lepas raya boleh?



but they did..

My precious first nephew.. Yayat..



Me and Nain



The two Zulkarnain..

Dedek time bangun sahur..



Wawa



this is Wawa Saifullah..

but of course.. as usual.. my Princess always get more pics.. coz she girl mah..

and so I put her thru a rigorous modelling session..



Shasha with her Gap dress that I bought from Seattle.. and a tweety handbag given by Zainah and Radiah..



Shasha with a white dress, cardigan and even a scrunchie..

for now itz a lil bit big.. so I think they will wait for abt 6 more months for her to fit nicely into it..

but takpe.. to me my Princess is the most beautiful girl in the world..



Shasha with yet another dress.. ShaSha's Spring Collection..



Shasha as Anak Makcik.. siapa bilang gadis Pakistani tak menawan? tak menarik hati? tiada memikat?



my beautiful Shasha with her tudung..



and Shasha with her ice-cream

but of course..

the ultimate pic..

Harimau Shasha



Takut tak?

Bowling For Soup

Was in the crew bus just now heading to the airport in Seoul, and was listening to the song Girl All The Bad Guys Want.. and one line caught my attention..

I normally think that the line is funny..

but for now it makes sense..

[snip]

She broke my heart
I wanna be sedated
All I wanted was to see her naked

[end snip]

for the benefit of those of u who have not heard of that song that came out several years back..

Itz a funny song abt this guy who likes this rocker chic who likes tough guys.. and she dont even recognizes his existence and that basically pissed him off coz he's supposedly a goody lil idiot and he tried to change his ways to make her notice him..

and what does he wants out of it?

LOVE?

wahahhaa... hell no..

He just wanted to screw her..

The Girl All The Bad Guys Want..

Some of my friends falls for girls according to seasonal change.. and they will fall badly..

the girl gives him the attention.. the girl demands attention.. the girl decides that she dont want his attention.. he gets heartbroken.. he sulk.. he gets depressed.. he meet another nice sweet girl and that girl turns to do the exact same thing as her Predecessor..

for girls that complains that guys are Bastards..

Sometimes u have to realize that some guys turned that way coz of the previous girls in his lives..

If girls have the options to choose from the guys that bid their attention and love.. well.. the same goes to guys..

We have the options of remaining after we get THE screw.

We love the chase.. not knowing whether we would get the girl or not..

And some girls, I dare not say MOST coz obviously I had never been a girl.. some girls love the chase coz of the attention that they received..

So from the suitors that she has, she chooses the best man for her and dumps the rest..

The rest of the guys that had wanted to shower her with love (this happens at the naive stage of their life) will get heartbroken and therefore goes thru the cycle one more time.. putting their head into another lioness mouth just to realise that he'll be eaten alive again..

Some guys at certain point will be *THE* Best Man and live happily ever after..

Some dont.. and they goes into a pool in which the female society labelled them as Players/Playboys, Tryers, Casanova and whatever else coz they end up being the ones that had their head being eaten a lil bit too many times..

Of course some of them are like that coz they are damn good looking and therefore they can have a reversed role being the chased ones by the females.. but for most of us.. we are not that lucky..

I grew up being ugly.

I was the ugliest fella in school and no girls would even give me the time of day unless she tells me coz she's in my class and I pestered her coz I dont have a watch at that time..

I used to wonder why the other guys have it so lucky.. they are so stylo milo and here I am.. a nerd.. and having a brother that was good looking didnt help too.. coz he was in the same school as I was and he was so popular among the girls..

The girls that I used to like, have crushes on him..

I had such low self-esteem and walked with my head down.. as in REALLY walked with my head down..

When I was in sec 3, got to know this girl from a friend.. so we chatted on the fone every night and she told me that she loved me...

wahahhaa... now.. that was funny..

But of course at that time I was elated.. we had never met.. just talked on the phone.. and I got a pic of her from a mutual friend, her schoolmate who so happened to go mengaji with me..

And she was beautiful..

And I was CRAZY about her..

One day, she came down to my school for a netball tournament.. and we were excited to get to meet for the first time..

Saw her from far, but after a while, she disappeared.. and we didnt meet at all thru the day..

Got to know from that mutual friend of ours that she said that I was ugly..

ok lor.. another ugly comment.. I just added that to my collection of insults..

When I was in Sec 4.. I started to talk to this schoolmate of mine.. a year younger.. and we chatted on the phone.. and obviously she knows how I look like.. and we got closer every day for the months that we talked daily on the fone..

now I wonder how the hell did I get so much things to talk abt on the fone..

We talked till we both fell asleep so many times..

and finally.. after abt 5 months, I told her that I like her..

And that was the last time she ever talked to me..

ok lor. another one..

So it goes on and on and on..

And finally.. I grew out of that shell.. and became more confident and then over confident..

And therefore was recruited to the pool of Bastards like any other guys..

Subsequently.. thru my life, I dont have much patience for The Chase.

I'd say that I truly had Chased someone since then, only once.. to this girl who subsequently became my gf.. who used to be schooling in Yishun.. *name undisclosed to protect the identity*

so basically.. that was the only real Chase I had done for a girl after my secondary school life..

I had another girl who was schooling in SIM after that.. and she had told me that she had crush on me for ages.. and that started the courting.. but after 2 months, she posed so much problems for me coz of her ex and her parents and all that I lost interest in the relationship and followed thru the course till The Breakup.

And now, I had been dating a girl from RP for a year.. and she didnt seem to plan to give me headaches from the beginning, so I'm happy with that.. coz I dont feel the need to give her headaches too..

I hate The Chase.. when itz unwarranted..

The Yishun Girl got it coz she was L'Oréal.. She's Worth It..

RP Girl didnt give me time to chase coz we like each other already liao..

but for most of all.. I hate The Chase.. so I have a very very very short attention span with girls..

If I ask a girl out, and she said no, that will be the end of it..

If she said.. sorry.. I cant go out with u at this day blablabla.. that will be the end of it..

If she said.. sorry I cant go out with u at this day blablabla.. but maybe we could meet up next week?

then next week it shall be..

I dont spend more than 2 days courting.. and if I dont see signals by then, I move on to the next girl that I intend to ask out..

I dont chase.. coz it think itz a waste of time.. so if u dont mind going out with me, then ok.. if u want a chase.. go get it from someone who hasnt been thru the lioness mouth..

If a girl shows that she wants attention and take it away soon after.. I'll chase for as soon as I get to sleep with her, I'll delete her number..

And if she's a nice girl, I'll call her the next day.. and prolly the next. and prolly the next.

So basically.. we in the Pool of Bastards were not really bad ppl to start off with.. just that it so happened that u girls got it a lil bit too late after ur predecessors had jilted us..

Not so much of being a Payback to the female society.. but just that it had been an evolution of character..

I think I was a really sweet guy when I was 16..*ahem*

but too bad.. time had changed and taught me lessons and therefore I dont intend to be made a fool of anymore.. and my patience level for girls dropped to being close to zero.

if I had asked u out several times before and got rejected, and still asked again, it might mean that I just want to see u naked.

itz a challenge to get the Girl All The Bad Guys Want..

ok.. anyway.. got back from Seoul 6 hours ago..

basically.. went for a 9 days trip to Seoul and Vancouver..

itz a holiday season in Korea now, called the Chusok Festival, or the Korean Thanksgiving.. so most of the shops were preparing to close for several days..

therez a celebration though before the actual holiday-weekend.. and there were lots of ppl flocking to the shopping areas of Seoul..



at Myung Dong..



and the view at night..



at Itaewon, prior going down to Myung Dong..

somehow, according to my Korean friend, local girls dont go to Itaewon coz the place is shit..

therez too many American soldiers there that cause problems, and there had been cases of the local girls being sexually attacked by them..

So only us foreigners go there coz we dont know any better..

Anyway.. so far no one wants to sexually assault me leh..



I hate poverty..

I really do..

Maybe coz it stemmed from the fact that I had gone thru it during my childhood days.. we didnt beg, but we had gone thru days without food..

Somehow, the beggars in Seoul seems to be the worst that I had seen.. in terms of their conditions.. coz a lot of them are limbless and they move around like the poor man in this pic..

One of the non-professional opinions of some of my friends were that these poor souls might have been kidnapped when they were kids and had their limbs cut off so they look more pathetic and can beg.. and a huge number of these kids were killed after they had passed their dues..

Sad isnt it..

Somehow, even in Singapore, we get ppl living in poverty..

not talking abt ppl living below poverty lines like what the National Census states.. but like those old folks who had to go around the hawker centres collecting empty cans from tables.. and some of them are definitely above the age of 80..

like the old lady who collects the cans at Bedok North St 3 hawker centre..

or the old man on a wheelchair at Bukit Merah View hawker centre..

Somehow these ppl were missed by the Census ppl.. and what kinda society will make them work till they are so close to their expired age?

hmm.. the more we look around, the more we can find.. and it seems that therez nothing that we can do about it..

Unless u ppl got ideas lor..

ok.. anyway.. back to the flight..



My Lonely Maple Leaf, pic taken at Whistlers..

went up to Vancouver, Canada 2 days after arriving in Seoul.. and spent 3 days there..

and somehow, now I prefer the Americans compared to the Canadians..

Dunno why.. but they look more genuine.. even when they dont like u they are more genuine in that.. but they try not to like everyone else too..

maybe coz I dunno much Canadians and those that I met in Vancouver the past days wasnt impressive.. which is surprising, considering the fact that Vancouver had been voted for years to be The Most Liveable City In The World, till last yr when they lost to Melbourne, Australia..

Rented 2 cars for us to drive up to Seattle, across the border in United States.. to go to the Boeing plant, at Everette..

For those who doesnt know.. Boeing is the biggest aircraft manufacturer in the world.. the ones that made the 747 Jumbo jet planes..

The other one would be the European one, Airbus, which is making the A380.. the biggest plane in the world, when it finally come out..

wasnt my luck at the beginning of that day though when I got into a stupid minor accident, which in the end, left me with S$360 poorer and a broken side mirror..

And my camera dropped and the lens was totally unretractable and I was so devastated coz it had been my handy companion for so long..



The new 777-300 Extended Range, 2 of them.. painted with the beautiful White Blue and Gold colors of the Best Airline In The World.. for real u know..

*MY* company tau..



Outside the Boeing company.. this is the last pic that I took before my camera fell and went KAPOOOOOOOOT..

damn..



inside Boeing.. pic now taken with my O2 phone..

sad rite..

Anyway, we couldnt take any pics inside the manufacturing plant anyway coz all electronic equipments are banned from there.. so no camera then wasnt that bad after all..

I didnt go thru cold turkey at that time..

Saw how they made aeroplanes there.. can see development stages from the beginning till the end.. and they are preparing to build the B787 Dreamliner.. another impressive plane when it finally gets built..

yadayadayada..

After the tour, drove down several miles back to a factory outlet at a place called Marysville.. called Tulalip..

One word to describe it

FANTASTIC..

damn.. the outlets were really GODDAMNED CHEAP..

a pair of GAP jeans that I got there cost abt S$30, while the same one cost abt S$80 in downtown Vancouver..

I bought 3 .NET books from Borders at US$15.. thatz US$5 per book.

And the amount of shops they have there.. goodness..

therez Gap, Calvin Klein, Coach, Burberry, blablablablablablabla..

except Abercrombie..



Tulalip.. pic taken with O2.. :(

but ok lar.. luckily still got my trusty handphone..

ok.. anyway.. got back to the hotel at abt 11pm that nite.. coz the distance between Vancouver to Seattle is like from here to KL.. so we drove up and down the same day..

Set off early the next morning to go to the mountains..

My favourite place in the world.. Whistlers Mountain..

This is the place that when I first came here several years back.. I felt like giving up everything I have and just live there..

And seriously.. given a chance, I might just do that someday..

beautiful Whistlers.. on an Autumn day..









The view of the mountain from across..









The river that cuts in between the two mountains.. Whistlers and Blackcomb.. from the Lost Lake..



Maple Trees.. BEAUTIFUL RITE??



my 3 Kimchi friends..

heh..

Korean stewardesses on my flight.. very very pleasant girls..

Iris, Yvette and Kylie..

Kylie is pretty lar.. just that she was hungry..

Got back to the hotel at abt 9pm.. and the drive was like 2 hrz each way..

And went off to Seoul the next day..

Didnt do much on the way back.. coz I changed my plans from going to the theme park Everland coz of the overspending due to the stupid accident.. but ok lar.. I spent another $300 for stuffs for the kids in Melbourne.. when I was in Vancouver.. including a dress for the Princess... yey..

Melbourne..

just a few days away..

and I'll get some kids to bite.. yey..

Billionaire Taximan

Hello.. I'm Sgt Zulkarnain.

This blog entry is not gonna be funny..

itz a Tribute..

I'm back from 2 weeks of Reservist duties.. for the IMF/World Bank event..

for that 2 weeks, I forgot that I'm actually a Flight Steward..

It was a non-stop work for 12 days straight.. practically without any off-days.. and 12 hrz each day.. except for the first day.. which was 18 hrz..

and I'd crash on my bed in exhaustion every night.. dreaming of basements and carparks and having to rush through this and that..

and on the first nite.. I couldnt even lift up my hand to eat the nasi briyani that my mom bought for me..

Ammalia said that Police Reservists are lazy..

yepz.. normally we are.. and we take pride in being lazy..

but not this time tauuu.. I think whatever laziness we have are being paid back with the IMF duties..

itz like this..

when we get enlisted as a National Service Policeman.. we are si-beh on..

when we ROD (or ORD as u guys call it now).. we come back for Reservist.. thinking that we will be Super Damn-On still..

then u join the old fellas coz u aint got no choice..

and if u are Super On.. u kana bilis.. nobody wants to talk or work with u..

coz Police Reservist is supposed to be a holiday..

so u end up Relek Slowjack..

then u get old.. become laochao..

the newbies come in oso want to try to be Super On..

u tell them.. relek lar brudder.. apa mau On.. lu Reservist siak..

ok.. and so the cycle goes on.. the new fella gets old and he becomes like that too..

but not this time man..

itz Police Payback time..

everyone become Super Damn On..

and come to think of it.. I like it much better this way..

everyone who came in did their part.. and more..

one of my Reservist mates said to me just now.. it feels weird not having to Fall-in and withdraw arms..

and I felt weird just now walking ard without a gun at my side..

not that I like guns though.. thatz one of those things abt being a policeman that I hated most..

I started the Reservist being in a bad mood.. coz of something that screwed up and I ended up not doing what I was trained for..

put it this way.. I was overtrained for the duties..

so I was pissed coz my time and money was wasted coz of the extra trainings..

then came the deployment..

and we went to our locations and the troop started working..

and the more I saw the way they worked.. the more pride I had to be able to work with them..

and especially coz I started off the duties being so so extremely freaking negative.. I have to say that this is the best Reservist that I had done.. and the men were the best I came across with..

and the working relationships between the Reservist officers and the Regulars were fantastic..

Here are the guys (and a girl)



Clockwise.. from top-left.. the fellas that, to me, are the best of Reservist officers..

Including 4 fantastic regular Police Officers..

my tribute to them..

ASP Mustafa, Insp Patrick, Sgt Lam, Cpl Chin, Cpl Foo, Cpl Jeffry, Sgt Taufick, Cpl Azman, SC Jerry Boy, Cpl Muliadi, Cpl Shamsir, WSgt Fionie, SC Benneth, Sgt Tew, SC Gafur, Insp Leslie, Sgt Weihan, SC Benjamin, Sgt Wee, SC Ng, me, Cpl Peter, Sgt Weiliang, Sgt Ali, SC Faruk..

Middle from left.. Cpl Chong, Sgt Amin..



Clockwise, from left..

Taufick, Foo, Ali, Me, Weiliang, Insp Leslie..

and so.. yesterday.. even though we were looking forward to the end of the stint.. I think all of us were sad that the event ended and we dont get to work with each other anymore..

and to the best Senior Officer I had ever had the chance to work with.. I salute ASP Mustafa.. with all his thoughts and care and concern for his men.. and the tremendous workload that I saw him doing personally.. and still diligently doing all other policing duties.. and I know that for a fact, on his watch.. the place where we were guarding were one of the safest place u could ever be in..

went for coffee and supper after the end of the final duty yesterday at Adam Rd with most of the troop..

and left at 2am..

and got home at 4am..

it took me 2 hours to get home.. in a cab..

I didnt fall asleep.. at least.. not during the journey..

and the taxi driver didnt lose his way..

but it took 2 freaking long hours..

coz the Taximan talked and talked and talked and talked non-stop..

We said goodbyes and shook hands 3 times..

and a second later, he continued talking..

He told me.. he's going to be a Billionaire..

yep yep.. that was what he said..

and I made the mistake of asking him of his plans..

He told me he wanna write a book.. abt driving..

the techniques of proper driving..

And he explained to me things that I had known..

and even drew diagrams..

I prevented myself from falling asleep by biting my tongue..

on and on and on and on..

And he told me that I'm the second best driver he had seen..

and he had never even seen me driving..

and I told him that he was wrong.. even so to prove to him by telling him that I had been charged in court before and was given 12 demerit points..

but still.. I'm the second best..

He said that he can teach a person driving better than Schumacher..

and he kept on saying that he's the best in this and that..

no wonder I'm the second best..

that should make Schumacher the 3rd best driver..

I didnt hear most of the stuffs he said coz my mind was already asleep by then.. just that my eyes were open and my head went on auto-agreeing nodding mode..

I couldnt even cut thru his sentences to tell him that I'm gonna go off..

then again, I didnt want to be demoralising coz he was so excited abt what he's gonna do.. and he was actually a nice person.. just that my sleep means to me more than nice ppl do..

2 freaking hours..

He could have started making the first forty of his billions of dollars if he had taken other passengers to their destinations..

But then again.. what is forty bucks from the 2 hrz he wasted compared to the billions he's gonna make anyway..

I'd be happy for him though if he make it through.. and I do hope that he makes at least a hundred grand with his plans..

even Kiyosaki was broke and slept in his car before he started making his millions..

my new roster is out.. and yeyyyyyy.. I have a Melbourne coming up..

time to see the 4 boys and the Princess!

and so.. I'm gonna be back flying from Sunday onwards..

Signing Off..

Flight Steward Zulkarnain.

Of Ghosts and Other Ghastly Stories..

Kum Kum..

boleh tumpang sembahyang?

ok.. had a chat with Nur abt ghosts recently.. and as promised, Nur.. my opinions abt it..

anyway.. as far as I remember.. Kum Kum stories circulated wayyyyy back... when I was in secondary school..

so my personal opinion is.. Kum Kum was the creation of some parents..

so.. as the urban legends go.. She's supposed to be a woman who was so conscious of her looks..

but then again.. that sounds like any other women..

ok.. anyway.. in her pursuit of better looks, she and Anakin Skywalker had turned to the Dark Side.. and things had turned horribly wrong.. and both of them had turned ugly..

for Kum Kum.. there was salvation.. if she could suck the blood of young virgins.. and since she was cursed, she cant say the full Islamic greeting.. Assalamualaikum.. and ended up just by pretending to greet in a rhyme.. Kum Kum..

not much of a poet, I must say..

anywayyyyyyy.. so far no one that I had ever known had seen Kum Kum personally.. not that anyone wanted to..

and no virgins that I know.. had gone missing or died mysteriously..

Kum Kum's legends had started in Malaysia.. and brought over to Singapore in 1987.. before the introduction of Biometrics passport..

I wonder how she crossed the Causeway still..

If she had taken her picture before she turned ugly.. wouldnt she had been arrested by the Immigration authorities?

so.. my opinion remains..

the ideas of some Parents..

or prolly it was even the Police..

some Parents might have been pissed with their daughter's late nite activities.. back in the Disco era.. the 80s.. and so they created a myth..

There is a cursed ugly woman who goes around sucking the blood of Virgins..

so then.. the Virgins stayed at home coz they were too scared to take the risk of getting their blood sucked..

and the Non-Virgins stayed at home coz they didnt want anyone to know that they are not virgins..

so the guys stayed at home coz therez no girls to go out with..

no late night activities..

crime rate dropped..

sale of alcohol went down..

cigarette taxes went up..

simple economics..

not that I dont believe in spirits and ghosts..

I do..

not many of us guys can go thru 2 1/2 yrz of National Service without having to experience it at least once..

I was in the Police Force.. so we had to go out at nite patrolling while most of u were asleep.. so we definitely would have stories to tell..

my mom saw a Penanggal when she was living in her old kampung in Changi..

thatz the fella who had black magic and could dislodge his head and intestines from his body.. for whatever reasons, I wouldnt know..

that happened a lot in the old kampung days, where therez no cable TV and no Internet.. so my theory would be that these fellas were really damn bored to do such a thing..

last yr.. in Melbourne, when I was outside the house smoking.. at abt 10pm.. my then-4-yr-old nephew, Wawa came out to me and asked me why do I go out of the house when there's a hantu looking at us..

he pointed to some shrubs and even mimicked the outstretched hands of the hantu.. like Jiang-Shi.. the Chinese Vampire..

I dunno whether he really saw it or prolly just replaying what he saw on TV.. but it did freaked me out and I had quit smoking ever since..

yeah rite..

Toyols are famous in Malaysia especially.. but itz sometimes hard to distinct whether u lose money coz of Toyol or coz ur brother is high on crack..

the Pontianak is a Vampire.. the only Malay one made by Lestat..

in Islam.. there are Jins and Shaithans..

Ghosts are basically made up of these fellas.. and not some souls of dead ppl.. coz Islam does not support the theory of purgatory.. once u are dead, u remain in barzakh till Judgement Day.. and there's no way u can come out of the other world to haunt ur former mates..

why would a former human want to come back to haunt anyway.. if they could come back again, shouldnt they be chilling out at some cafes like the rest of us?

so basically.. ghosts do exist.. just that itz best not to bother them.. and just hope that they stay out of ur way..

let the unseen and unheard remain that way..

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named..

anyway.. I just moved in to my brother's place.. and this house is known to be haunted.. and I had personally experienced some things here..

and the entire area around this blocks are known to be haunted..

and this blog was written in the same room that I was teased by HWMNBN.

The opinions expressed here are my own and in no way whatsoever represents the opinion of anyone else..

No ghosts or souls were harmed in the production of this blog..

Just got back from Taipei just now.. and while I was there, caught a show on Star Movies.. called Murder in the Hamptons..

A True Story..

It was abt this fella.. good looking, young and filthy rich.. got involved with this ordinary (meaning.. not rich.. like the rest of us) woman who was a real estate agent..

They fell in love and got married.. and she basically moved from being a housing agent to being a tai-tai..

He was handsome.. she was beautiful.. (or at least, the actress who portrayed her, was)

She was a perfectionist.. and so totally OBSESSED.. so badly that she restricts her husband from doing everything else.. even to have business makan meetings.. and dictated things that she wants him to do at home at at work..

so this poor soul.. who was a happily divorced FUCKING RICH (est at US$150 million) born-again bachelor had to go thru years and years of having a woman dictating him..

What I dont understand is..

why cant the women dictate just themselves? set on ur own goals and work towards ur own goal..

why impose it on the men?

Especially when u cross over to their lives.. and they dont control u.. so whatz the big fuss abt u wanting them to do things that YOU think is appropriate?

this poor idiot.. Ted Ammon.. was filthy rich.. so the wife got no reason to say that she wants him to do things perfectly so that he can be successful..

He was already successful..

And she was spending HIS money..

so basically.. the wife was a psycho..

Unfortunately.. therez a lot of girls who are like that.. and they dont realise it that they want the guys to do things that THEY want.. not what HE wants..

Some guys like to be dominated.. God bless their souls..

so be it..

but for most of us.. I think we guys have our own things to plan out.. and things to do.. and mistakes to make so we can learn from it on our own and not coz someone had cautioned us of the repercussions and therefore steer us away from doing it..

Girls.. live ur own life.. there are a lot of other ways to show care and concern rather than to try to dominate someone else's..

I'd rather die alone than live with a control freak..

That, by far.. is scarier than any ghosts..

and btw.. I didnt quit smoking..

and Ted Ammon was murdered.. by the new boyfriend of his wife after he filed for divorce..

and the Bitch died of cancer soon after..

Bad Hair Day

I have a problem with hairdressers..

or hairstylists as they would rather be called..

I'm very particular abt choosing hairstylists and when I come across a good one.. I'll patronize them regularly..

I get for them gifts from my flights.. coz itz hard to get a good hairstylist..

Abt 7 yrz back.. when I was in Far East Plaza.. and needed a haircut.. and when most of the hairdressers were full.. there was one which was empty..

Totally no customer.. and the place was hidden right at the 5th floor, at a corner where no one would see..

and the place was called Hair Explosion..

WTF?

Whoz hair exploded?

ok.. anyway.. I went in since there wasnt anyone there and I'm not patient enough to wait for a hairdresser anywhere else..

There was this Kakak, sitting.. looking bored, inside.. reading magazines..

and so.. she cut my hair..

and dammit.. my first favourite hairstylist!

yey..

Ok.. anyway.. out of a sudden.. after 2 yrz.. she closed shop.. and I had never seen her anywhere else after that..

So I went around looking for another hairstylist..

and came across one fella from Reds at Tampines.. Ivan..

so for 2 yrz i looked for Ivan.. who become my kaki in discussing about modified cars.. he got his VTi installed with a CR-V engine.. a rear wheel drive with a 4-wheel shaft..

ok.. nvm..

and one day.. Ivan left Reds..

dammit..

lost without a hairdresser again..

and I found Winnie at Reds at Plaza Singapura..

and for almost a year.. till Winnie left recently..

dammit..

I think I have this bad luck for Hairstylists.. they always leave the place..

but then again.. I have her number this time.. hehe.. so I can stalk my hairdresser at whichever salon she's at now and get her to cut my hair...

We became friends already anyway..

yeyyyyy..

ok ok.. so.. I didnt really have a bad hair day..

I just hate bad service at hair Salons..

was at Far East Plaza just now..

I went in to the first salon I saw.. SuperCuts..

whatever lar.. I thought if Hair Explosion can be good... so can this one..

asked the Malay girl at the counter whether would I have to wait or do they have a hairstylist free..

she told me that I didnt have to wait.. so I went inside and had my hair washed.. and waited..

and waited..

and waited..

for 45 mins..

coz the hairstylist is busy cutting another SEVERAL customer's hair at the same time..

MIGHT AS WELL TELL ME TO COME BACK IN 45 MINS RIGHT????

luckily the hairstylist was apologetic enough and did quite a good job lar.. old woman mah.. so I guess she have a lot of experience..

so after my hair was snipped to an extremely short hairstyle fit for a police officer.. I went to the counter to pay..

and the Malay girl was on the fone.. looking down on the table as she was talking.. prolly for some enquiries or something lar..

but dont tell me that she cant notice someone standing in front of her?

I timed her this time.. it took 7 mins of waiting.. just standing at the counter waiting for her to finish her call or for her to look up..

and several minutes later, another customer stood beside me.. waiting for her too..

so after 7 mins of my time wasted in front of the counter, the same hairstylist came.. and told her off.. quite sarcastically, I must say..

WTF?

You on the fone with someone that requires all ur brain power that you cant even do simple transactions meh?

and I thought girls pride themselves as being able to multitask?

of course.. we are talking abt hardworking girls lar..

*sigh*

Itz hard to get nice hair salons..

Reds is good..

but itz always full..

and I'm not awake early enough to go for a haircut during the non peak period..

there was once.. in Tampines Mall.. Reds was full.. so I went a few doors away to Hair Mechanics..

I swear.. the next time I'll visit the mechanics would be for my car engine.. not for my hair..

dammit..

there wasnt much customers inside.. so I thought.. ok lar..

while cutting my hair.. the hairstylist told me that my hair could do some treatment with some tonic..

I said.. ermz.. ok.. noted.. but I dont have time to do it..

and dunno what he did.. it took so long..

when I was about to pay.. I was shocked to see that the bill came up to $120

for a $30 haircut?

WTF?

I enquired.. and apparently this fella had given me the hair tonic treatment..

WTFTFTFTF?

I didnt say YES to *THAT*

wasted my bloody time and money.. I didnt even want ur tonic.. and till now I dont see a difference in my hair..

And the tonic was $80..

and that means that the haircut was $40??

He told me coz that he's the director of the place.. I received a DIRECTOR'S CUT..

oh wow.. like I'm soooooooooo fucking impressed..

I paid and left.. and never will go there again..

another place where I wont go to anymore even if itz the last salon in Singapore.. and I'd rather go to Sri Dewa..

The salon at the 3rd floor at Eastpoint..

the hairstylist is an old gay man..

not that I have problems with gay ppl.. just that it makes him outstands a lil bit lar.. I thought gay ppl should be better in these kinda thing.. and old means experienced mah..

dammit.. he turned my head left right centre like as if I am on anesthetics and got no feelings in my neck one..

felt like I'm in those 70s mamak barber shops where they would even shave ur moustache for u..

rough..

and those places are better.. coz they give u a back massage after the haircut tau..

*sigh*

gone are the days of the mamak barbers..

but back to the story.. the fella was so rough.. I'm thankful that I'm not gay and had to be *HIS* partner..

erkz..

and after the haircut..

I ended up looking like an alien..

so.. never again..

SuperCuts weren't that bad lar.. just that the Malay receptionist girl was so incompetent..

so for that I shall avoid that place..

anyway.. I'm back from Amsterdam...

didnt do much on that flight..

and chatted with Desmond, the other steward.. till abt 4am.. abt nerdy stuffs..

itz nice to have a nerd on the flight too.. when u can talk abt processors and logic gates and transistors and memory allocations..

I'll be doing one more flight to Taipei on Wednesday, then off for Reservist for 2 weeks..

I'm looking forward for that though.. to slack ard for 2 weeks..

just that I think I'm allergic to Police uniform coz I get sleepy whenever I don it..

To Serve and To Protect..

cheh.. like real..

was at Riaz yesterday with Wily.. and at the next table, there was this family with some family friends..

they looked depressed..

I dont think they are depressed.. just that they have that kinda look..

Even the friend who was with them.. a girl in her late teens or early 20s.. looked bored and depressed.. and they were sitting down staring at each other, smoking and looking depressed..

even the baby looked depressed..

some ppl just have that kinda look..

I have a stern look if I dont smile..

but if I do, I look fat..

so I'd rather look stern..

anyway.. was at Riaz with Wily again just now.. nerd talks again..

and anyone here have experience with DMA on UART chips?

any hackers and nerds around?

if u do.. call me.. let'z make lots of money.. legally..