Friday, December 30, 2005

paradigm shift


i've always liked to type when i'm drunk.

like tonight for example.

or that night, many, many years ago...i'll try to keep all my gramatical and spelling errors here. Free typing, typing without correction, that's what tey call it.

Isn't it bliss? ?
as a matter of fact, i'm typing with my eyes closed....those of you who know me will know that i'm really quite capable of that...no big deal it is, just typing away with those lid of yours closed...

so what was the poison of my choice tonight? red wine, white wine and beer.

what's the event? i would rather not say. as a matter of good fact, i'm enjoying myself in this dew of pure bliss right now, alone, by my lonesome... typing alone when drunk, melo songs in the back ground... whitewine in the foregrouund...

i'm having Liquid Tension Experiment's - Hour Glass playing right now... piano solo. something not to be expected from a progressive rock group...

let's take another sip of wine...

so what's first on my mind now? ...London. And JR Inkjet. And Pieter. And Moe. And Ben. And Sarah and James. And Ratcha, Dong Yu, Tomoko. Paula.... the other American girl.

I'm a foreigner. I hate being local. I hate Singapore. I don't want to be a Singaporean.

I'm Jealous.

I'm jealous of all those around me who are able to choose life as they want it. I hate it when i'm to choose a life that i do not want because i'm responsible for those around me.

I can't say that. I love my father. I love my aunties. I would not want to give them up even for my own satisfaction. But there's my own satisfaction, there's my own life. There's my own happiness. I want to settle down in the place i want, with the girl i love, with the life i like. NOT WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO BE GIVEN! I want to live in London, in New York, in Tokyo!! I want to live life alone with the one I love, my own partner... not my family. And yet i can't forsake my family. I can't do that.

I ddidn't want to leave London. I didn't want to leave England. I didn't want to. I've had a chance. I gave it up. Willingly. I had the capabilities. I had what it takes.

I couldn't do it, i had to give it up. Willingly.

I had to return to singapore.

I don't have someone i could i love... i don't know how to love. I've given up on Church, though I still belive in God. Life's unfair, really...to me at least, but at least that's all that matters.

Many, many times i wonder. Why? Why do pepple who don't belive in You live a much better life than I do? Why do people who belive in you live a more harsh life than they should? Why? Why ? Why?

Leaving London was like leaving a girlfriend, albeit this time, I did it willingly. Prospect Road, Essex, Rainham, Woodford Green, Ipswich, Russell Square...these are places i cannot easily forget. The train delays, the bomb scares, the stench of stink, the robbers... who gives a shit? London is beautiful...a beautiful, beautiful rose.... the English rose.... the rose of hope and glory....and yet i've go return to Singapore.

Yet Singapore...singapoe....i don't know... i'm proud to be an Asian. But not a Singaporean. Singapore's a large baby-care centre. The people are rude...boring... selfish...

i'm drunk,

ui can't rite anymore.

good nite.
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Monday, December 12, 2005

To hang or not to hang?



Heard about the execution of the Australian drug smuggler? Shrewed businessman he is, a bit of a risk taker, even knowing full well the consequences of importing happy medicine into Singapore, he goes ahead and does it anyway!

It's all about managing risk; You eat left over curry, you may get diahorrea. You play golf, you may get struck by lightning. You cross a road, you may get hit by a car. So everyone knows that if you try to bring in drugs to Singapore (or most parts of Asia for that fact), you will be sentenced to hang if you're caught.

And our good 'ol mate got caught.

Poor chap, but don't miss him yet, he's probably making more money than a whole year's salary of you and me put together in just one deal. He's probably laying more chicks than you and me too!

Well, some people think that execution is barbaric (but don't tell that to the steak you had for lunch). I think it's swift punishment. And effective. And saves us money.

A personal point of view: If i knew that bringing in marijuana, or any sort of drug would result in only a prison term or death sentence, i would take a risk! Imagine the sort of money you can make! Then again, the street value of the drugs would probably be lowered anyway cause a million other likeminded businessmen would be thinking the same way too. Everyone would be high on crack every nite...well, that may not be such a bad thing would it now?

Execution, i believe, is also a sympathetic way of sentencing a criminal. Let me explain: Imagine... having to have to spend the rest of your life in a prison cell, washing dirty garments and getting violated by horny cellmates. How would you like that? Wouldn't you pray for an early death instead?

But in the case of Singapore, I believe is merely a case of cutting costs. Why should tax payers money be used to support a criminal for the rest of his life? You've got to pay wardens to look after him, councillors to keep him sane, feed him, clothe him, pay for his medical needs, care for him... All that when a rope would do the trick!

And then Mr. Mark Hilder from New South Wales think's it's wrong for us to dish out punishment.

He's probably the same guy who will be complaining of stoned kids vandalising his car and molesting his girlfriend. Sod it, maybe he's a crack head himself!

Hey Markey, you can boycott all products made or associated with our country you want...you're just a little prick in a large world of jack hammers.

But, hey, while you're at it, why not boycott goods from other nations that supports the death sentence too? Let's see, last on my list was China, America, Japan, Malaysia....

Singapore has harsh penalties. We've flogged naughty American vandals, hanged a Fillipino murderess, hanged a Malaysian pedophile...and if you think the laws will be relaxed on a drug trafficking Australian, think again.

It's ugly, it's a boring country. But it's a system that works.

If anyone wants to protest, it will be Singaporeans. Not a foreigner writing in from miles away.

And until now, few Singaporeans object the death penalty.

Especially not for one that makes more money than me.