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Who's blogging, you ask?
- pronounced KAY-n.
- not to be confused with kelvin.
- the B's: basketball & books.
- singing, photography, movies.
the poook.
- The once in a blue moon contributor
- kein's sis.
- yet another once-in-a-blue-moon blogger.
- more to come eventually?
Listening to:
Mayday 五月天 -
iam tandem - an old story.
read it, download it here.
rainingberry auctions, lotsa stuff for sale. check it out! :O
brother sketch's niche ;)
the leongster's shots.
estee's dreams.
the recluse's pixels.
khelath's boredom.
cher's recipes 'n such.
maddox's best page in the universe.
rich burlew's OOTS comic strips, thrice a week!

CCNA stuff

Recent rants

Mouldy mouthings

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Tuesday, November 30


- kein, posted at 4:08 AM.

Wish I could put on a toothy grin like that :)

Christmas. The usual images one associates with that would be stuff like Christmas trees, Santa Claus and the red-nosed Rudolph, presents, enjoyment, merriment, and the traditional spirit of giving and sharing. Or maybe even the image of free-falling snow and the jolly snowmen.

I've slowly lost that spirit along the years. Constant grinding of reality has eroded my beliefs that were rooted in childhood, till I merely think of it as another public holiday in my calendar of events, a nice day to rest and meet up with my friends.

Have you ever listened to Jay's '你听得到', and wondered why he was seriously mumbling at one point of the song until it didn't even resemble the lyrics? Turned out that part was changed so that you could only hear it if you played that part backwards ;p Check out this page to listen :)

And yeah, here's a gallery of images from his recent Singapore concert.

*yawn* I'm really looking forward to my next few off days; this week's a pretty shitty one as far as work's concerned. I had fun last weekend so it sortof made up the difference I guess, and paying for the fun with slight sunburns and major fatigue.

There's one important reason why I'm still so damn tired though, and I wish I could send it to every single person who knows me. It'll read something like this.

I slept from 0830hrs to 1700hrs yesterday, but got interrupted with one phonecall and around five messages, all separated into roughly one per hour -.-
Thanks but no thanks.

If I was working the previous night, I'll be sleeping like a corpse.
If I wasn't working, I'll be sleeping nonetheless 'cus I stayed up late.
Conclusion: disturb me only after 1500hrs preferably.

Debatable quote of the day from YL, extracted from our conversation in ICQ just now.
"point is everyone needs companion, apart from the sex. someone to fall back upon, someone to trust. can u trust her? or can she trust you? suitability is about frequency; don't force it."

One interesting(?) thing I've never mentioned before though. I've just begun to realise human relations are just about the most interesting mini-game that can be played in our great game of Life. It's like walking along a road and discovering that there are actually so many things to the sides of that road, and even backtracking along the original path would yield some clue or lesson. I'm not sure what the stakes and the prizes are yet though; maybe that differs from person to person? ;p

Last interesting thing for the night: here's a pretty good love story with a sad overtone. But everyone loves sob stories don't they?

It begins like this.. (just to bait more readers.)


It's a cold February night. People are bustling through the streets, either pulling up their coat collars or wrapping scarves around their necks, trying to stay warm.

It's so cold today. I'm standing at my window, looking at the people moving like little dots. Standing in a heated room, I'm beginning to pity those people. Why don't they go home? Do they plan on wandering until morning?

"Almost time to go home! My boyfriend must be going crazy." One of the nurses breathe a sign of relief. "Still needs to work overtime on Valentine's Day. It's so unfair!"

"You are fortunate." Another nurse says. "Some people don't have anyone waiting for them."

"You mean Dr. Shu?"

Like Sherlock Holmes, my ears perk up when I hear my name.

"Do you remember how she lost control on this day last year?"

"Of course I do." A nurse shudders. "I've never seen Dr. Shu like that. Crying and yelling, like she was crazy."

They are talking about how I was last year. They are correct. I was out of control, like they said.

"You can't blame Dr. Shu. If my boyfriend died in front of my eyes, I would probably go crazy as well."


Hooked? Click on the link above :)

Reminds me of my completed 'iam tandem' :( Pathetically low reader base though, hiaks. Not to mention lengthy, boring and stunted use of language.

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Sunday, November 28

question mark.

- kein, posted at 3:40 AM.

Wow, current state of affairs seems to be improving?

How miraculous.

Don't think too much into it, leave things as it is, heck.

*collapses on bed*

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Friday, November 26


- kein, posted at 6:24 AM.

HardwareZone EDMW (Eat-Drink-Man-Woman) forum's simply full of acronyms ;)

Here's a few examples I picked up:
- ASGM: Ai Sio Gan Mai
(translated, "Wanna Fcuk?" crude but still funny)
- FFTL: Fcuk First Talk Later
- NMNHNLM: No Money No Honey Nobody Loves Me
- MKLKHLG: Ma Ka Li Kong Hor Li Gian
(translated literally, "Don't tell you make you tempted")
Think there's a whole list out there I haven't seen though, grinz.

And of course.. the most famous NPNT, laugh. Do visit the forums!

(image link from this particular forum thread)

Almost time to knock off! :D

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- poook, posted at 2:20 AM.

Written by jOhO, and extracted from the SGForums


Part I

Her smile lighted up my day.

She had just walked out of the office tower where she worked but looked like she had just walked out of a make-over. Whereas I, with my Armani tie half-loosened, and God knows what else, was standing there waiting for her with my filthy, half-smoked cigarette. I'll have to quit that habit soon...

"Hi bunny", she smirked. GAWD why is she so happy? Unconsciously I smiled back.

"Hiya baby", I managed, taking her document bag from her. "I didn't manage to collect the car on time, so it's still at the workshop. Let's take a cab, shall we?"

"Can we walk to the Esplanade and skip the peak hour traffic? I haven't been there since the opening and I'd really like to go again to have a look. It's just so beautiful there!"

I tried to hide my wince. But I couldn't disappoint her sweet anticipation. She did have a point though. Catching a cab at this hour would be like would be like catching a fly with a pair of chopsticks.

The journey made her document bag seem to weigh like a tonne of bricks. However, her light-hearted cheeriness and animated chatter made my heart flutter weightlessly. How could someone describing how her boss tripped over the photocopier power cord look like such an angel?

We reached the Esplanade in no time, although not without my tie being taken off and my shirt tucked out, while she still had her suit jacket on and of course, that million dollar smile.


No amount of money could replace that smile.

Feeling slightly peckish, I muttered if we could grab a bite. She said she would prepare something when we got home and I immediately rescinded my request. She made the simplest meals fit for a king, and I thank God everyday that I was her king. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I say even without my stomach she's there to stay.

We seated ourselves on an empty bench. I couldn't help but ask, "Baby, how do you do it?"

"Do what, bunny?"

"Make me so happy..... so effortlessly!"

I thought the smile when she greeted me earlier was flawless. Yet she managed to surprise me with yet another smile that was even more flawless when she heard that, if that was possible. It was a rhetorical question. Yet I was puzzled. Maybe I shouldn't question why. If only she knew how happy I was.

She leaned against me amorously. Since I wondered if I stank like sweat and smokes, I shifted uncomfortably.

As if reading my thoughts: "How much did you smoke today, bunny?", she asked dreamily.

"Too much...." Wrong, but truthful answer. Her frown made me wince the second time since seeing her but what she said made me want to slap myself.

"I love you anyway you know that right?"

Damn, she's good. Ok, I'm quitting.

The rest of the evening was spent in a silence that was soothing, even satisfying. I even wondered what I would do if she ever failed to be part of my life. I shuddered at the thought, and mentally chided myself at my pessimism. Again, as if reading my thoughts, she snuggled up even closer; her thoughts intimated that she would never leave me. I believed her.

When we finally got home I was an absolute wreck. I must be getting old, ten hour days in the office seemed more labourious than a seven day field camp with my old commando buddies. She of course got undressed and promptly went into the kitchen to whip up some goodies for her husband, whom thankfully, was me.

The hot water splashing on my face was the second best thing I felt all day. The best of course, was her gentle touch and mind-boggling smile. My thoughts drifted to when I first met her. She was, and still is, the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on. For the first time that day, I smiled so uninhibitedly that I was thankful I was in the privacy of my bathroom.


Part II

I remember how I met her.

I was shopping for a bath robe for my mother at Robinson's and being the typical male, could not, for the life of me, find where they were. I looked around, found a staff member and asked for help. Goofy was how I sounded.

"Would you mind telling me where I can find the bath robes?"

Her delayed reply rather annoyed me. I was already silently cursing at the screaming kids, irritating Christmas jingles and mindless people that were foraging through the Christmas items on sale. Lucky for her, or me, she was rather good-looking. That helped things a little.

"Why don't I bring you to that department? Maybe I can help you select a suitable one. Is it for your wife?"

Now, I don't remember Singaporean sales staff being that helpful, nor personal. Before I could think of a suitable reply, I found myself following her to a section that I swore I browsed through moments ago. I guess being male makes you blind when buying bath robes.

"Well? Who is it for?" She asked again.

"Er... My mother." I replied.

"Her favourite colour?"


When we (more like she) finally decided on which one to get, I proceeded to the cashier and paid for my purchase. She was still with me, like she was worried I wouldn't pay or something.

"Say, do you want to help me shop for something for my dad now?"

My dumbfounded look was a Kodak moment. I couldn't really find anything intelligent to say so I muttered, "Huh...?"

"I said, I need to get a present for my dad, and I'd like you to help me out. That's why I'm here. I don't work here."

I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself. And plant some cabbage while the soil is still soft. I don't know how long it took me, but when I finally found my voice,

"Then why did you....?"

"Because you're cute!" She cut me off. It's like she anticipated my every move. Are men that predictable? "So are you gonna help me or what?"

I had never experienced the feeling of total elation coupled with extreme embarrassment at the same time. My heart was beating double time and my stomach, triple. I looked at my feet. Damn! My shoes needed cleaning.

She slid her hand under my arm and started to head for the men's section. "Come on, relax, it's not that hard, my dad isn't really fussy."

After we selected a blue pinstripe Aldo Rossini business shirt size 15, and paid for it, I was feeling much more comfortable with her. She showed no hint of remembering my embarrassment from moments before. Instead, by that time, I not only knew her father's shirt size, I also knew that he didn't like green, that his favourite food was fettuccine carbonara, that he called her roly-poly when he wanted to annoy her (she was a fat kid) and that his golf handicap was 18. I was smitten by her through and through. So lively and spontaneous, open and uninhibited, charming and intelligent.

"I want to see you again." I said as we left the department store.

"Why?" I swore that sounded a little cold.

"Because I still have other presents to shop for, and I'll need your help again." Of course, that wasn't the reason.

She raised an eyebrow, and then smiled. It was then that I was taken. The pure, unadulterated smile that is her signature.

As we navigated through the Christmas crowd that evening, I could only sense all things beautiful, the Christmas carols lingering in the festive air, the smiles of little kids eating lollipops, and the joy in my heart that would only grow in time to come.


Part III

Our relationship was just so right. We were attuned to each other in such a poignant way that it was astonishing. Six months had passed, she moved in, and we shared each other's lives in a way that re-wrote the meaning of love.

"Bunny! Let's go to Australia!" She exclaimed one night, looking away from the LCD screen.

"Err, you're talking to me right?" I looked up, beyond the rim of my reading glasses, giving her the most incredulous look I could muster.

"There's no one else in this room, you goondoo! C'mon, let's go, let's go, let's go!" The shine in her eyes near blinded me.

"How? I mean... you remember this little minor detail called "work" don't you?" Sarcasm rippled off my tongue. I shifted slightly under the covers of the bed.

"We'll take leave. We'll quit, whatever!! Look here, I'm at this website and there's this wonder offer from SA Tours for only $888 to any city in Australia...."

Her voice trailed off. Even though my eyes were rolling while I was listening to her, my heart marvelled at her sweet innocence. I instantly remembered why I loved her. Such positivity, such optimism, devoid of gloom. The perfect complement for me. I gazed at her dreamily. The LCD screen seemed to be reflected off her rosy cheeks, as she meticulously read the contents of "this wonderful offer" out loud.

"Hey! Are you listening?" An ever so slight tinge of annoyance rang thru her voice.

"Yes dear, I'm listening." I didn't hesitate. "When shall we leave?"

Her excitement burst with all the vigor I had ever seen. "Really?!! This is great! We're finally going for a holiday together!" She jumped off her chair and flew across the room to give me the most endearing hug a man could ask for. After I found my breath, she propped herself up over me with her elbows and started visualising: "We could go to Brisbane first, and you can show me all the places you grew up at, see your parents, meet your brother, then down to Sydney, can we still make it for the Mardi Gras? Then Melbourne, the penguins, it's winter right?....."

Here we go again. I had my jaw semi-opened, stuck. I swore she said all that with one breath. Women sure are interesting creatures. They don't breathe when they talk. Cool.

"...then Adelaide via the Great Ocean Road.."

I lifted my hand, and slightly brushed her lips with my thumb. Her eyes, filled with joy, found mine, filled with awe. I leaned forward, then hesitated. She was silent now, her lips still, moist, with a half-smile soft and tender. She spoke to me now, not through her lips, but through her eyes, still glistening, this time with coy ardency. Gently, she removed my glasses, and placed them beside me. "I love you", she whispered softly, and transfered her weight off her elbows onto my naked torso. We embraced, united in sweet romance.

My reading glasses broke that night.


Part IV

September was a great time to be in Brisbane. The winds of Spring gently coerced the chills of winter away, making way for a gentle sun that seemed to smile upon our love. She was effervescent. Was she never?

"Dear," I said, as we walked towards the cab stand. "You excited about meeting my parents?"

"Not really, I just wanna get that part out of the way so we can enjoy the rest of the holiday."

I was taken aback. "I thought you were dying to meet them? You should've told me!"

She stared giggling. "You goondoo! I'm joking! Geez, trust you to take that seriously."

Ooooh, she got me that time. My face held the expression of an incredulous loser. I pulled the cabin luggage I was dragging to an upright position before getting in behind her and lifting her up by the waist. She was wearing one of those thin summer dresses with speghetti straps that was most probably lifted up accidentally from the boisterous attack.

"BUNNY! Put me down, you just lifted my skirt! We're in public, you know!"

"Doesn't matter, this is Australia, no one knows you here anyway!" I grinned and put her down. She turned around and gave me a punch in the chest. "That's what you get for bluffing me." She reasoned. She wasn't angry with me, and smiled to show it. I had my arms around her waist, and continued, "Oh and I put you down only because I didn't want to share with everyone what only I could ever have access to." My sly grin exuded enough charm to warm a cup of coffee on a cold winter's day.

"Yeah right, you're still a goondoo though!" Her attempt to hide her blushes was futile.

The ride to my parents place seemed short, only because I couldn't stop telling her about the landmarks as we passed them by in the cab. I felt invigorated, like my life has come one circle, only in this circle I found what I never knew was missing in my life: happiness. All the memories came flooding back when I saw familiar sights, except I couldn't remember the heartaches. She was leaning against me in the cab, the air-conditioning possibly a little cold for her, so I put her cardigan around her, only to find her sleeping sweetly, terribly tired from the flight. I stroked her hair gently, while she murmured something incoherently. Almost everything she does is so angelic. I am indeed a lucky man. I sighed contentedly and succumbed to slumber.

I woke to the voice of our cab driver. "Hey mate, which street in Middle Park?" Arr, the familiar, authentic Aussie accent invoked lukewarm nostalgia within me. I never did think that it was particularly charming.

"Cara Close, you know it?"

"Yeah mate, like the back of my hand. My folks live in Westlake, just down further."

"Fair dinkum!" I sucked at sounding aussie, but what other place do I get to use that phrase? "Might wanna pay them a visit after dropping us off then, hey?"

"Yeah, good one mate, just in time for the scones, I reckon!" His smile shone through the rear-view mirror.

"Rightio, we're here!" said he, as I pointed to a house with cream bricks and a red roof. The paved driveway was long and in yet a deeper red, maroon. A double garage stood at the end of the driveway, while the rest of the house angled out, giving way to a well-kept garden with a numerous palm trees. Rose bushes crowded against the brick wall, but were devoid of flowers since winter had just passed. The lush green grass was basking in the gorgeous sun, while our dog, Pepper, was resting in the cool of the shade provided graciously by the trees. I woke Chloe up, paid the man and proceeded to unload our luggage from the boot.

"Ta, mate," the cabbie almost yelled as he sped off. Even the sound of a Falcon sounded astoundingly familiar!

"Wow, you used to live here?" She rubbed her eyes, as if not believing them, but really from the sweet slumber she had just risen from. "It's so beautiful! I'm not going back to Singapore, I don't care what you say!"

"Well, who says you could live here permanently with me? Unless you wanna marry my brother. But he's already married. Then how?" I teased. "My mum won't let me live with a girl unless I marry her." That was, of course, plain bullShit, since my mum knew she was living with me, and highly encouraged it because "at least there's someone to take care of your lazy bum", in her exact words.

I had hardly finished my sentence when my mum opened the front door. "Boy ar!! You're finally here! Alamak, we've been waiting so long for you to come and visit. You ar, must wait until Chloe suggest then will come right?" My eyes rolled, either due to her Singlish that she never managed to get rid off despite being here 15 years, or her reverence for Chloe, someone whom she'd never met, possibly both.

She looked at Chloe and smiled. "You must be Chloe. Wah so pretty. Boy ar, much better than your other one, what's her name ar? Andree, or something...";

"Mum! Aiyoh can don't mention anot? So long ago already, and the name's Andrea, by the way." My annoyance at my mum's tactlessness was also fueled by the fact that I had to stoop to speaking contrived singlish to bring myself to her level. Thank God I had told Chloe about Andrea, I thought to myself.

Chloe beamed. "Hello Aunty!" She exclaimed. This is where she shone best. The first impression she gives anyone is second to none. I had no qualms about my mum accepting her, but I slightly feared for the contrary. "Thanks for letting us put up here on our holiday!"

"Aiyoh, so hak hei for wat, almost family lar. Come come, let's go inside. Daddy's doing his stock market dunno what thing on the net as usual." My eyes couldn't roll anymore, for goodness' sakes! Although I had to admit, I was smiling inwardly. I did miss my parents terribly.

I needed no directions once I got into the house. Everything was pretty much the same, and I didn't really bother to look around much, as I ushered Chloe up the stairs, through a long landing, and into my room, which was brilliantly clean. The queen-sized bed looked small compared to the rest of the room, like I almost forgot that this used to be where my wonder years were spent. Well, at least now, I thought to myself, this bed would come to good use. I'd always slept on this bed alone.

"Sorry about before dear, my mum's like that."

"Your mum's cute! I think I'm really going to like her."

I laughed. "You better not eat your words!"


Part V

After freshening up it was time for dinner and I couldn't wait to savour my mum's cooking after all those years. My brother had arrived with his wife, and to my greatest surprise she was already 6 months pregnant! Time passes fast, and I felt like I'd lost touch with my family. Yet I never felt alone, and I attributed that to the love that Chloe had shown to me the past months, and instantly felt that there would be no one else in the world that I would ever love again.

Chloe was already downstairs helping my mum with dinner preparations. I was just beside myself with glee. How could she just blend in so well? Chatting with my brother and his wife while fiddling with tongs trying to get little bite-sized appetizers on a large dish seemed like something she’d been doing for years. She obviously needed no introduction to the rest of my family.

“Bunny, you didn’t comb your hair again! It’s so messy!” She exclaimed while I sat myself down on a chair giving my brother a friendly punch on the shoulder.

“You know, I’ve never said this to you before, but while my mum’s still around, you are not to take over her role to nag me.” I smirked back. Ha! Looks like I won that one.

“That’s not funny…” She trailed off, and continued with what she was doing. Oh no, was she upset? I didn’t have time to think before my brother and I started busying ourselves with man talk, which always seemed to divert towards the topic of photography. I guess that was one of the rare things that he and I had in common. Still, I loved and missed him so.

Dinner was, as usual, belt bursting, even though I wasn’t wearing one. Thank God for elastic bands, I thought to myself. However, I wasn’t too worried about my over-eating as I was about Chloe’s silence towards me. She was amiable to the rest of my family but it seemed weird that for once, her attention wasn’t on me. I couldn’t quite figure out if I was just being sensitive, or that she was deliberately ignoring me. Sometimes I hate being male, for we can never tell such things.

After my brother and I did the dishes, I grabbed Dad’s keys and said, “Dad, I need to go out for a sec, taking your car hor?” and didn’t bother waiting for an answer. He probably just grunted anyway. To my surprise, Chloe didn’t bat an eyelid. Didn’t she want to know where I was going? Looks like I’m in the deep end this time, I thought, and left.

When I returned, she was already in bed reading. I entered our room tentatively, and she put her magazine aside and snuggled under the covers, facing away from me. I walked up to her from behind and sat down beside her.

“Dear, I’m back. Can I have a kiss?” I coerced.

“I’m trying to sleep…” She managed. The temperature definitely dropped a few degrees there.

OK, I thought to myself. This wasn’t going to be easy. I left her alone and proceeded to undress myself and got into my pajamas, hoping that she’d break the silence. I knew her well; she just wouldn’t be able to keep mum about her unhappiness for long. And I was right.

“Where did you go?” Her icy-cold voice stung.

I remained silent for a while. “Well?” She demanded.

“When I left the house I knew you were angry at me because you didn’t even bother to ask where I was going. I didn’t have anywhere to go, just wanted to see if you were really angry.”

“I’m not angry what…” She was such a bad liar, it was almost cute.

“Anyway since everything was closed, I drove around aimlessly for a while until I remembered a MacDonald’s restaurant that opened late. So I went there and got a few straws to make you these.” From my pockets, I produced twelve stars made out of folding the straws and showed them to her, hoping she would notice the sores on my fingers from folding the thick plastic. They don’t make them that thin like those found at the kopitiams in Singapore that’s for sure.

Her eyes lighted up.

“I’m sorry dear, I think I have a good idea why you’re pissed off. I just don’t want to start this holiday on a bad note.” I sat next to her while she picked up one of the stars off my hand and threw them childishly back at the rest of the eleven. And repeating that a couple of times. Her sweet innocence was returning, and a hidden smile seemed to slowly reveal itself on her tender lips.

“So you like the stars anot?” I probed. “I haven’t made these in 5 years. Wasn’t easy since these straws are so hard, you know.” The most innocent look of my life adorned my face and I took a great deal of effort to make it stay, since my smile was also oozing out of my lips.

She grabbed a star, and instead of throwing it back at the pile, she threw it in my face playfully. “You’re not off the hook ok?” This time her smile was uncontrolled, and turned away so as not to give me the pleasure of her immaculate beauty.

“Oh yes I am!” I exclaimed. “Yippie! I’m off the hook liow.” I stared jumping up and down on the bed and sprinkled the stars on her head. That was certainly something I did not want anyone else to see. A 30-year-old man treating his bed as a trampoline yelling “Yippie” wouldn’t go down well with society, I figured.

“Hey stop it, you’re making me dizzy!” So I stopped, and asked her, “Do you know why I made twelve stars?”

“Well, I know twelve roses means ‘Be mine’, but I’m already yours mah.” Cheeky grin. “So what does it mean?”

“It means the number of children you’re gonna bear for me!”

“Yeah right, in your dreams!” Now she was really back to her usual self. I was just so happy. I never ever wanted her to be angry with me again. Not that it’s easy though. I moved under the covers so she could snuggle tightly in my arms. Her breathing was light, and I could feel it on my bare chest. She started to speak again.

“Bunny, you know why I was angry right? When you were gone I was thinking that I was over-reacting, but then, did you know I’m under a lot of pressure?”

I was a little shocked. What did she mean by that? Reading my thoughts, she continued. “Meeting your family has been one of the things that I’ve always looked forward to, yet I feel pressured because I didn’t know what they would think of me. Especially when you told me about Audrey and how your mum hated her. That scared me you know. And just now, your stupid comment on how I was taking over your mother’s role wasn’t funny at all. What if she took it the wrong way? I just didn’t like it. Luckily she didn’t seem bothered by it. Obviously she knows your nonsense better than I do!” With that she proceeded to thump my chest. She’s been in the habit of doing that lately. “So that’s why I was all annoyed and scared. I really love you, and your family, and I don’t want them to hate me.”

She sounded so forlorn that it wrenched my heart into the most oddly contorted shape. I was so touched. Here I was thinking it was a little squabble between a couple that I knew I could “fix” while she was introspecting about the future of our relationship. For the first time in my life, impending commitment in a relationship didn’t scare me at all. I knew I was important to her since she felt this way, and felt so idiotic that I hadn’t been able to sense this apprehension in her. ‘Bloody men’, I used that excuse again.

I sighed. “I’m so so so sorry dear. I had no idea you thought that much. I mean I always knew you wouldn’t have problems with my parents. I guess I should’ve reassured you. Why hadn’t you spoken to me about this?”

“Didn’t want to worry you lor. I usually just tell myself that I was thinking too much.”

“Hey, I don’t want you to keep anything from me ok? And stop feeling that you’re not as important to me as my family and all that nonsense, in case you are thinking that way, ok?”

“Ok bunny…” She was sleepy now. All the anxiety about meeting my family and the long periods of traveling seemed to finally culminate in an exhausted and spent body and mind of my beloved Chloe. I was glad she was in my arms. No one in this world would ever fill those arms again.

We slept soundly that night, under the clear star-lit skies of Brisbane, and among the MacDonald’s straw stars scattered over lilac satin sheets.


Part VI

Southbank hadn’t changed.

Man-made and poised by the banks of Brisbane river lay the picturesque esplanade, adorned with places of pasta, lobster and sirloin. A wading pool formed from a rock waterfall could be found at one end of the esplanade where fragrances of charred, barbequed meat lingered.

That evening, we found ourselves patronising one of the bistros situated along the esplanade.

“Bunny, this place is just so peaceful. Do you think we could live here next time?”

I smiled approvingly, since I had every intention to. I didn’t know how serious she was, and whether she thought about her friends and family that she’d be leaving behind in Singapore, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was in front of me, making me the happiest man alive. However, the fact of whether she was also the happiest woman alive was unbeknownst to me.

I took a sip of my red wine gave a nod of approval to the anticipating sommelier. “You’ve indeed chosen an excellent wine, sir. Please allow me to serve your lovely companion so that she may also savour this excellent wine.” He said, with a smile that could probably win more awards than the wine in his hands. Chloe grinned and allowed her glass to be filled.

Beyond her, the bistro was filled with soft jazz, dampened by constant chatter from the guests and their occasional bouts laughter. Teak dining tables with matching table runners stood on matt parqueted flooring. In contrast, the shining silverware that reflected a single tea-light candle on the tables added a touch of class to the ambience of the bistro.

“Bon appétit,” The waiter said as he laid our main courses in front of us. Chloe had ordered the grilled salmon, while I opted for the lamb rack.

“Dear…” I started to speak.

“Yes, bunny?” She replied, taking a bite of her fish. Without letting me continue she commented, “Wow bunny, this salmon is good! You wanna try some?” That smile again. It almost felt like I never had to eat again if I could see that smile for the rest of my life.

“Alright!” I replied as she placed a slice of fish in my mouth. “Hmm, it’s pretty good, huh? But I reckon you could do a better job!” I smiled back. I was telling the truth. Food prepared by her with an extra ingredient called love could not be bettered by the best chef.

“Oh, you’re kidding. Don’t tease me like that. Don’t forget, you’re the one who taught me how to cook, so in other words you are praising yourself lar?” She sniggered playfully.

Dinner continued with playful banter and I felt at the top of the world. She was such great company and even after all these months I felt that everyday with her was like getting to know her again. The excitement, freshness and vitality exuded from her never seemed to fade. In fact, it seemed to grow with time, much the opposite of my previous relationships where the spark seemed to die with the passing months.

“Chlo, I want to ask you something.” I said over dessert. “Are you happy?” I asked apprehensively.

“Of course I am! We’re on holiday bunny, our first holiday ever. And this place is just great! I love the weather, and even the air, it’s so fresh! Then it’s not really crowded like in Singapore, and people here are just so friendly! And oh, your family, they’re just wonderful. I’ll definitely have to learn more dishes to cook from your mum.” Her exuberance never failed to elate me, even though she hadn’t really answered the question.

“And I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to. But I meant to ask, are you really happy?” This time I looked serious. The glint in my eyes surely communicated to her that I meant if she was happy with our relationship.

Her smile faded slightly, and her face turned into an almost confused look. Her arched eyebrows showed concern as she responded, “What do you think? Don’t you have any idea?”

“Well, let’s just say when something perfect in my life presents itself, I would think it was too good to be true. And dear, you’re prefect.” I didn’t know why I was so negative. I had always been a pessimist, and this time was no different. Maybe, for once in my life, I actually feared that someone walking out of it would probably kill me. I took a big gulp of my wine and emptied the glass.

“Bunny…” She spoke softly. “I love you. I know you love me too. That’s enough for me. I hope that answers your question.” She stretched her arm forward and placed her hand gently on mine and stroked reassuringly with her fingertip. She looked at me with contentment in her eyes, something which I was sure I’d seen, but never noticed. Tonight, I certainly noticed it, and was relieved. I leaned forward to give her a peck on the lips, tasting partly of lip gloss and partly of the sweet wine she just had, but mostly the assurance that she too, was happy. I was the reason she was happy.


Part VII

Her squeals of excitement turned quite a few heads, as we approached Circular Quay. We were in Sydney.

“Bunny, look! The Harbour Bridge!! And there, the Opera House! Wow… this is so beautiful!” She put her arms around my waist while walking side-by-side, and I gave her a peck on the forehead.

“Look at you, you’re acting more like my little daughter than my girlfriend! Anyway, you have to make a choice now, do you want to go left to the bridge or right to the Opera House? Cos if we keep walking straight, we’re gonna get wet!”

“OK, let’s do the Opera House!”

Walking hand in hand with her, we were just like a couple out of high school. Swinging our arms, with her skipping every now and again, pointing to this and that and asking me to “Look, dear!” when I was already looking anyway. I was so glad that she was happy.

As we approached the Opera House, the familiar sound of a didgeridoo filled our ears. So we walked up to the aboriginals playing the unique music, which seemed to awe her. Was she never filled with excitement?

“Dear, I want to take a few photos, why don’t you wait for me at the café over there?” I pointed to the numerous white umbrellas sheltering a charming alfresco style café.

“Sure, strong latte for you? Oh no, better not, by the time you come it’ll be cold already. I’ll get you an ice-coffee instead ok?” Big smile. And then off she went like the angel she is.

Out came my camera and before I knew it, three quarters of an hour had passed. Oh no, I thought to myself, she must be bored! I threw my camera into my bag, conveniently forgetting to put my lens cap on, and headed towards the café.

I saw my baby sitting at one of the tables near the thoroughfare, with a very worried look on her face. Next to her, a pretty large built Caucasian man loomed over her small frame spoke animatedly. As I hurried closer, I saw that he was a photographer too, carrying plenty of gear and a very expensive tripod.

“What’s up baby?” I gave her a soft but reassuring peck on the cheek. Immediately she grabbed my hand, a firm grasp would be an understatement. She was obviously very flustered. I looked up at the man.

“Joshua.” I stuck my hand out sincerely.

“Lance. G’day!” and a firm handshake was the reply.

“I see you like to take photos too, hey?”

Slightly taken aback by my thick Aussie accent he responded: “Yeah mate, love it. Ya born here?”

“Almost!” That was the truth. “This is my wife, Chloe.” I looked down on my baby.

“ Fair dinkum! You’ve got yourself a pretty decent sheila there mate! Look man, didn’t mean any harm just now, thought she was a tourist, a good-looker too, and wanted to take photos and send them to her. Honest to God.”

He smiled. I believed him.

I nudged him to the side walk, and spoke in soft whispers to him. He nodded vigorously and beamed. Gave me a pat on the back and waited for my cue.

When I got back to Chloe, she looked at me with the most bewildering eyes. “Bunny…? Why did you call me your wife?” Her voice a little unsteady, either from the scare she got before, or from my remark, or both.

I took my stance on one knee, pulled out from my pocket a 50 point single solitaire diamond ring in white gold and looked at her. Her expression was priceless. And her eyes glazed over. Holding the ring with one hand, and holding hers in the other, I said slowly, thoughtfully:

“Chloe, you’ve only ever brought me joy, joy that I have never experienced. I want to be selfish and keep that joy forever. If you say yes, it means that you’re selfish too, because the joy that I give you is also unfelt of in the whole of your life, and you too want to keep it forever. Marry me, my baby.”

Tears steamed while by-standers looked on expectantly. I looked at her and smiled. I never thought this day would come, that I could propose to the woman I love without a doubt. Without a doubt that she would be the first person that I will see every morning, the only person to share my children with, the only person to come back to Sydney with, to this spot and relive this memory in our old age. She is the only one I have ever truly loved.

I sure was well-prepared. A clean tissue came out of my pocket to wipe her tears away. She wasn’t wearing any make-up for it to smear, as I preferred her without make-up; she was a natural beauty, I kept telling her when we first started going out. A gently sniffle and she smiled.

“Yes, bunny, of course. I love you too much to ever lose you.” Oh no, I think I need more tissues.

I was surprised at the loud applause that ensued. Quite a sizable group of by-standers had gathered, even the didgeridoo player happened to walk by after his performance and decided to see what the gathering was all about! Of course, he started to play some lively tunes to reflect the happiness, according to him when I tipped him afterwards.

I slipped the diamond ring over her finger and kissed her gently. “You’re so beautiful, even when you’re crying. I love you!”

As the crowd dissipated, Lance appeared again. Chloe instinctively grabbed me tighter, as though the embrace we were in wasn’t suffocating enough.

“It’s ok dear, don’t worry, Lance played a great part during my proposal just now!”

“Huh? What do you mean?” That bewildered look again, eyes still moist, slightly red.

Lance congratulated me with a handshake and a slap on the shoulder. “Here you go, mate, your compact flash card!”

“And here you go, for your time!” I passed him a fifty, and he said, “Get outta here, I’m not taking that. It’s your day today! You’re the man!!”

I insisted, we exchanged name cards, and he’s expecting an invitation in the mail.

“How come your CF card is with him bunny?” She asked as Lance left.

“He was taking pictures of the whole event baby. And it’s all here, for us to look at when we are old and wrinkled, to remind you of how you agreed to marry a good man!”

She laughed, “I thought he was some crook! You’re so clever you know that! Oh, I’m so happy, and I want to see the photos can? Put in your camera now, show me on the LCD please please please???”

While I smirked and she giggled at the screen on the camera, seagulls were heard as singing, celebrating our love, the harbour bridge lighted up as the sun set, but our spirits remained high. As we playfully discussed the names of our kids, a waitress came with a slice of mud cake and a lit candle, and we blew the candle off together.

This was the stuff of dreams. The date was September Fifteen, Nineteen Ninety Eight.


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Thursday, November 25


- kein, posted at 8:40 PM.

From my perspective, time seems to literally slow down to a crawl nowadays.

Minutes tick by, and I'm amazed at the amount of leisure time I'm stuck with. I can sleep all I want, sprawl on my bed reading books, check the damn email, go for a swim, and guess what?

Only half a day has passed -.-

I've learnt that having an enormous amount of free time doesn't equate to actually doing a lot of tasks though, hiaks. Instead, quite a bit of it is spent on planning what the fcuk I wanted to do. Expense-free activities are woefully limited of course; either bball, swim, windowshop or simply lazing around in the house with poook.

Speaking of my indolent brudder, he really is a work of art when it comes to rotting ;p His usual practice is to sleep till late morning and roam around the house aimlessly before either:
- settling down infront of the comp, OR
- coagulating into a lump and re-reading the comics in my room.
Of course, there's quite a few other things he can do on the comp i.e. updating the handphone ringtones, reading forums, checking email, or designing the anti-RIAS tee shirt he's thinking of printing lol. Don't know what RIAS is? Look here. He's run out of inspiration for blogging currently, so maybe this explains why the last few posts have been by yours truly ;p

There isn't much to be said for his other activities.

School's reopening in early December though, hiaks. Not much recreational time left for him. Personally, I pity the poly students now that school reopens so early. Sadness, lol.

On another note, it feels like I'm losing my facility with the language. I hadn't really set out to rant about how slowly time crawls by, but it sortof ended up that way somehow -.-

Seriously, it's not the way time seems to slow down, but rather my perception of time. Sleepless, I can lie in bed and count my intake of breath. Each second feels like an eternity. My mind runs into maximum gear thinking of things that could be done. I lie restlessly, waiting for daybreak so that I can go about accomplishing my tasks. I exhale, and nothing seems to change. My mind races ahead, and waits for the rest of the world to catch up. I wait impatiently for the flowering of change, but time moves ever so slowly in its desired patterns. My life is dripping away in uneven spatters while I wait.

I think I've quoted this before, but heck.
"A time and place for every purpose under the heavens." Indeed.

It feels like one of the scenes in 'Big Fish' where Edward Bloom moves through the circus of frozen people, moving towards that girl. But in my context, the world only seems to move back to its usual pace slowly plodding away, and not the dizzying level of activity the movie portrayed.

Are my braincells really deteriorating or something? Maybe I'm suffering from hyperactivity.


I look back, and I remember once again the callow youth of yesterday.
Immature and selfish. Naive, and a weakling who didn't understand his wants.

I look at the present, and I see a narcissistic jerk.
No longer as accomodating, but realistic in ideals.
Confident in self, but wary in love.

Is there a future worth looking at?

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- kein, posted at 6:17 AM.

Well there's too much stuff that I can post here, so I'll just leave the link to the forum thread :)

Enjoy your read yeah? A lot of nice articles inside, but most if not all of 'em are in Chinese, oops? Meant to post it earlier on but kept forgetting, grins. Time to knock off soon.. *whistles* Don't think I'll get much sleep though, since I need to head down to YL's place to check vacancies for the damn BBQ pit.

*heads off to pantry to throw away cup noodles*

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Tuesday, November 23

Do computers have PMS?

- kein, posted at 4:58 PM.

I'm bloody tempted to agree ;p

Computer suddenly began rebooting itself and hanging (i.e. monitor goes black and HDD hangs) whenever it feels like it. Scanned for viruses, spyware, and defragged to no avail ;( It's still acting up. Suggestions of fixes, anyone? I'm thinking it might be the RAM, since my comp's pretty cool (yes, temperature, not attitude..) and not overheating.

I'm woefully awaiting its next ambush as I type this, sigh. Hopefully this 5 year old AMD T-Bird 700 can last me till January at least, 'cus that's when I'll have some spare cash for a new one.

And I just had my second driving lesson in the morning, ugh. Badddd.. I was meandering throughout the roads of Tampines turning left, turning right, struggling with the steering wheel, changing gears and stepping/releasing on the damn clutch/brakes/accelerator respectively ;p Instructor says I'm not ready yet; I'm fully agreeing with him on that one. My leg muscles were aching at the end of the session, heh. Blame it on my lousy runner's knees or a lack of endurance.

Checked out Singapore Idol recently? Despite reading about it and watching the competitors vanish in 8Days every week, I haven't even caught a full episode from the start till now due to my work schedule. Feel free to watch their clips here though ;) (You need to signup as a MySpace user to view; either that or you're a Starhub email user.) Whee, but Taufik's really good with regards to both vocals and flair. Sylvester's way less polished in his performance, but he still sounds good in some of his performances e.g. singing 安静. No matter who wins, I guess the final'll still be a pretty good show nonetheless ;p

Time to publish all these before the damn comp decides it's time to reboot again -.-
*quickly hits the 'Publish Post' button*

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Monday, November 22

When you divorce me, carry me out in your arms

- kein, posted at 4:51 PM.

Found this interesting article posted by BabyLover in SGforums last night; good read IMO :)


On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in
front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the
car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy.
I was a strong and happy bridegroom.

This was the scene of ten years ago.

The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I
went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were
steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a
civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at
the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.

Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more
likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

Dew came into my life.

It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from
behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was
the apartment I bought for her.

Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls. Her words suddenly
reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, Men like you,
once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I
became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn' t
help doing so.

I moved Dew's hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture,
O.K.? I 've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy,
because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea
of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something
impossible to me.

However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter
how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she
was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting
in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together.
Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was
the means of my entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what
will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word.
Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her.
I couldn' t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the
staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something
while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled
at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.

Once again, Dew said to me, Divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I
nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.

When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I 've got something to
tell you, I said.

She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn' t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly.

She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me
softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer
turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are
not a man! .

At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she
wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly
give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that
she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced
at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman
who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But
I could not take back what I had said.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to
see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce
which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.

A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her
writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found
she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.

She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want anything from me,
but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the
month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was
simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn
t want him to see our marriage was broken.

She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, Do you still
remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?

This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me.
I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms , she
continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your
arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you
must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.

I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to
end her marriage with a romantic form.

I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the
result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me
feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I
carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped
behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a
sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I
walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said
softly, Let us start from today, don t tell our son. I nodded, feeling
somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus,
I drove to office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I
realized that I hadn' t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long
time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on
her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being
demolished. Be careful when you pass there.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were
still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The
visualization of Dew became more vague.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where
she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I
nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.

I didn t tell Dew about this.

I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me
stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now.

She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried
quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my
dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was
because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I
was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again,
I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her

Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said.
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential
part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him
tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at
the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through
the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and
naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step.
Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in
your arms until we are old.

I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn t notice that our life
was lack of such intimacy.

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any
delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the
door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.

She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no
fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
can only say sorry to you, I won t divorce. My marriage life was boring
probably because she and I didn t value the details of life, not because we
didn t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her
into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until
I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.

When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife
which was her favourite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words
on the card. I smiled and wrote, I 'll carry you out every morning until
we are old.

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Saturday, November 20


- ReLie, posted at 1:04 AM.

[铃… 铃…]


向来对半夜的电话有种莫名的恐惧… 或许是恐怖电影看太多,

我犹豫了一会儿… 咳,还是听吧! 一定是什么重要的事,不听就糟了。




卦了电话,躺在床上望着天花板,我的心仿佛从高处掉进了深渊… 脑海里一片空白…


想想,我已经很久没见到外婆了,最后一次大概是在两、三年前吧。数数,从小到大,见到外婆的次数应该少过30次。我们婆孙关系说不上很亲密… 接触少了,感情也没那么深… 也许是因为这缘故,我不觉得很难过…只是觉得我的心有个空洞,怪怪的,好象少了什么似的。

开门的声音,在沉默的房子显得特别大声… 啊!哥回来了。不知怎么把这消息跟他说…





泪水不再听我的使唤, 直流了下来…

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Thursday, November 18

vroom vroom!

- kein, posted at 10:28 PM.

Had my first practical lesson today ;p Bit late eh, for a typical Singaporean guy? Most of us clear the license issue during poly days or National Service. All I can say is.. better late than never? Getting a license was never among my priority list of to-do's, until I thought it would be better to have the know-how if I was overseas. Screw SG, it's too small to need a damn car ;p Isn't the government encouraging everyone to go public transport anyway, hiaks.

It was pretty fast though, or so I thought. I was driving among the normal streets on my first lesson, albeit with my instructor's guidance, and busy practising how to depress the damn clutch, change gears, keep my eye on traffic, signal turns and learning how to u-turn yada yada.. all in all it was pretty fun ;p I'd tried to drive the company van in my previous job, but I guess nervousness did me in on that one. This time I felt more detached and rational, fortunately ;p

Next lesson's next week, and I haven't booked my test date anyway. Hopefully I'll be able to clear it within a single pass sigh.

Sidenote: I removed the damn tagboard because it was causing massive lag to the blog loading. Damn, but tagboard sucks sometimes. Comment in the HaloScan if you need to ;p

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Wednesday, November 17

Spend spend spend....

- ReLie, posted at 11:16 PM.

Today is the 17th already?? Oh man…. My U2 voucher expired!! Damn! And forgot about it totally until I was digging my wallet for some notes….

I wanna buy that brown crew neck top from U2!!!!

I would have save $3!!

Ok that’s not a lot savings. But $3 can…
buy me a good lunch…
take me to and fro Tampines on MRT…
buy a cute card for my friend’s birthday…
pay the fines/renewal fees I owe the library…
a pack of my fav Ruffles potatoes chip…
some instant noodles for rainy days…
and the list goes on…

But then again…

What’s $3 when I spend $400+ on 2 pairs of specs yesterday?

Duhz! I’m regretting big time now that I feel the pinch in my pocket… why on earth do I need 3 pairs of specs when I’m wearing contact lenses most of the time??

Damn, I think I should start working out a schedule to rotate the days I wear different spec and contacts. Must make my money worth. Hea hea hea. Will post the pics once I got my specs!

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thinking back.

- kein, posted at 1:26 AM.

Time really flies when you don't notice it :)
All of a sudden, I'm 23 already, and working full-time. Not that I'm complaining yeah, financial freedom has its perks too, hiaks. I still miss the past years with a barely noticeable tinge of regret sometimes. The carefree days, the fun times, all the past memories ;)

So.. what have I got to show for all the past times? Let's take a look all the way back to..
1994: Secondary 1.

The beginning of everything, our first Swim Camp :) Our first lesson learnt: NEVER play with dough ever again. It took us the better part of the evening to wash that gunk out from our hair, and most of us had to throw our clothes away ;p

A shot taken during our swimming training. Everyone looked so young, gee. Then again, it WAS 10 years ago.

1995: Secondary 2.

A trip to Fantasy Island @ Sentosa; younger kids won't remember this place since it's been demolished since ;p Definitely a better place than Escape Theme Park.

1996: Secondary 3.

Happy faces in our 3rd Swim Camp; taken in one of the school classrooms we slept in.

1997: Secondary 4.

Tired and bored people at the end of the annual Swim Camp; not much of us had sleep the night before :)

1998: Alumni mode.

Despite having graduated, we came back for the annual camp nonetheless ;p E getting readied for a swim into the koi pond here.

1999: Star Cruise.

Our one (and only) trip together onboard Star Virgo :)

2000: KTV!

First KTV outing ;p Some of the guys had enlisted by that time, note the botak heads.

2001: Makan?

Dinner out at Seoul Garden before we paid a visit to our old teacher-in-charge :)

2002: Christmas dinner ;(

Definitely one of the more memorable Christmas outings, since SC forgot about festive menu sets, and each of us ended up paying in excess of 60 bucks for our food that night, hiaks.

2003: Send-off.

Sending YF off at Changi Airport. He was heading off to OZ during his NS stint, lucky chap :)

Where's 2004? I didn't find any nice pics ;p Feeling quite tired anyway, time to head off to bed! Past days are but fond memories that'll sustain me throughout the days now, and future. Time to look forward, as always.

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Tuesday, November 16

Easy Money? Where?

- ReLie, posted at 5:35 PM.

My long weekend’s on fire (as Kein put it – kenna burn). Have been pia-ing my assignment for 3 days and I haven’t finish it! What liao…. My head is full of EU EU EU EU …. Argh. (For those who dunno what’s EU… it stands for European Union lah! You really need to read more newspaper.)

It suddenly feels good to be back in the office… with air con, good lighting, lots of tidbits and faster (?) Internet. The office Internet service is supposed to be faster but with 20 people sharing, I’m not sure if it’s any faster then my home connection.

Anyway, was checking my yahoo mail today got a shock… my mailbox was bombed with 100+ emails! Hey, it’s only a mere 3 days I haven’t check my mails leh… what the…

Upon a closer look, nearly 30 or so are virus emails… *delete*

Some marketing emails about some cheap software… dun buy software. *delete*

Five emails on some miraculous way to enlarge your penis…. Sorry I dun have one *delete*

A couple of emails with the subject “If you delete this, you have no heart.” …. Yah yah I dun have a heart. *delete*

My friends have been circulating the same email to me, I’m getting at least 3 copies of the same emails every time I check my email… The funny part is that some of the emails that I sent out a couple of months back are coming back to me… I’m seriously thinking if the world is too small or my circle of friends is shrinking….

This email in particular, has been forwarded to me countless times ….

Subject: PLEEEEEEASE READ!!!! It was on the news!

To all of my friends, I do not usually forward messages, but this is from my good friend Pearlas Sandborn and she really is an attorney. If she says that this will work - It will work. After all, what have you got to lose?

SORRY EVERYBODY.. JUST HAD TO TAKE THE CHANCE!!!I'm an attorney, and I know the law. This thing is for real. Rest assured AOL and Intel will follow through with their promises for fear of facing a multimillion n-dollar class action suit similar to the one filed by PepsiCo against General Electric not too long ago.

Dear Friends,Please do not take this for a junk letter. Bill Gates sharing his fortune. If you ignore this, you will repent later. Microsoft and AOL are now the largest Internet companies and in an effort to make sure that Internet Explorer remains the most widely used program, Microsoft and AOL are running an e-mail beta test.

When you forward this e-mail to friends, Microsoft can and will track it (If you are a Microsoft Windows user) For a two weeks time period. For every person that you forward this e-mail to, Microsoft will pay you $245.00 for every person that you sent it to that forwards it on, Microsoft will pay you $243.00 and for every third person that receives it, You will be paid $241.00. Within two weeks, Microsoft will contact you for your address and then send you a check.

Regards. Charles S Bailey General Manager Field Operations1-800-842-2332 Ext. 1085 or 904-1085 or RNX292-1085 Charles_Bailey@csx.com

I thought this was a scam myself, but two weeks after receiving this e-mail and forwarding it on, Microsoft contacted me for my address and within days, I receive a check for $24,800.00. You need to respond before the beta testing is over. If anyone can afford this, Bill gates is the man. It's all marketing expense to him. Please forward this to as many people as possible. You are bound to get at least $10,000.00. We're not going to help them out with their e-mail beta test without getting a little something for our time. My brother's girlfriend got in on this a few months ago. When I went to visit him for the Baylor/UT game. She showed me her check.

It was for the sum of $4,324.44 and was stamped "Paid in full" Like I said before, I know the law, and this is for real. Intel and AOL are now discussing a merger, which would make them the largest Internet company and in an effort make sure that AOL remains the most widely used program, Intel and AOL are running an e-mail beta test. When you forward this e-mail to friends, Intel can and will track it(If you are a Microsoft Windows user) for a two week time period.

TRY it; what have you got to lose????


If I received this from some secondary school teenager I’d have forgive him for being naïve… but then the one who forwarded me this email is a uncle in his forties and he still believe free cash will fly to his bank just by forwarding emails? Duhz…

Ok maybe he’s not as tech savvy as the younger generation but with his many years of experience in the social world, he would have spot some pretty obvious loopholes in this email what…

Just stop and think: Why would Microsoft pay you for forwarding this chain email when it's Intel and AOL who are supposedly merging and behind this "email beta test?"

And think again, if emails can be tracked, I’m sure there will be a lot of Americans at Microsoft’s heels wanting to sue their pants off for invasion of privacy.

If Microsoft and AOL or Intel are going to merge, I’m sure it’ll be on the headlines. Oh, I forgot to tell you the first time I received this kind of email when I was in my poly years… so that was like 5 years ago… if Microsoft gonna merge with AOL they would have merge YEARS ago…


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- poook, posted at 2:22 PM.

Everytime I see this, I will start laughing like a maniac:

Now that's what I call humour! :D

(Courtesy of the Wolfaro from EDMW)

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Monday, November 15

gradually lost?

- kein, posted at 9:45 PM.

It seems that I'm gradually losing my sense of direction :)

The goals are set, all waiting to be done but somehow there's that nagging feeling in my head, telling me I'm not really heading in the direction I want to. Gee, what do I really want anyway?
- a doghouse of my own to live in,
- being able to pay for all my damn bills,
- enjoy splurging on the various overpriced crap I fancy, and..
- having fun when I'm out with my friends.

There's this FX Creations bag I saw at Isetan the other day.. man is that bag nice or what? But that's a rant for another day, I'd better stop sidetracking. Back to the topic!

With so few needs, life certainly sounds simple eh?

Somehow it gets all complicated when the choice of enjoying my life in two very different roles come along:
- either a swinging single rotting my life away with few cares in the world, OR..
- as a lost puppy combing the sea of humanity for that significant other.

99% of the time, I'm quite convinced that singlehood's the way to go. So long as I have fun when I'm out, why care so much about whether that right one's gonna come along? Life's short after all, and one should enjoy to the fullest and live with few regrets. Being such a uniquely oddball individual, I think the human gene pool's not gonna miss my contributions by too much anyway ;p

The other 1% hits when my long lost friend Mr Depression comes visiting, and brings along his uninvited partner Mr Solitude -.- Talk about unwanted guests. They'll blabber and mutter in my ear all sorts of dreary future scenarios of old age plus loneliness, friends all having families of their own and you being the odd one out yada yada.. which I do my best to ignore. I'm not expecting to live up to a ripe old age anyway ;p

Trust me, the financial factor's really a big difference ;p Like what everyone knows, starting a family and raising even just *two* kids in SG's gonna take a minor fortune off your finances. A world of difference in living standards, when it's living alone with a monthly income of $3000 and feeding a family with that same amount ;p Not to mention the responsibility involved :X

Add the fact that there's an increasing trend in SG men going overseas for prospective brides, and SG ladies whining about how the local guys simply don't match up to their standards (leading in them looking outwards as well?). It's a funny sight, but SG might well become a truly cosmopolitan population if this truly carries on hiaks. That'll be a sight to laugh at :)

Total freedom's really a relative issue when you're suddenly faced with no restraints, and no idea where to start.

Helppp.. I'm lost =
Sidenote: for those people with acne problems like me, you might wanna check this website out. It seems to recommend a fairly effective regiment to deal with those zits.

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Super Mario

- kein, posted at 1:06 AM.

Fond memories of that fat plumber jumping his way through big green pipes in the years of our childhood? Eh.. no? Anyway, good stuff's meant to be shared eh ;p I stumbled across this version of a Super Mario remake last week, and trust me.. the maker of this game is good :) I'm still stuck at World 2-4 though, couldn't jump my way past the damn part with the spring heh.

Here's some screenshots to whet that appetite of yours.

Interested? Head down to Buziol Games now!

Why Mario all of a sudden, you might wonder? It was one of the sorry candidates for LS's 'cute cute games' category -.-

Upon hearing such an ambiguous request, kein did what he did best of course. I rolled my eyes disgustedly and muttered into the phone, "Waliao eh.. WTH is cute cute?!" As you might have guessed, I was given only a few hints in the end. I dug up a RealArcade version of Sonic the Hedgehog, a PacMan clone called PacMania and of course, the game above. Couldn't be bothered to look for more alternatives ;p

Arghh.. my whole body aches! Drinking on Friday, bball on Saturday and swimming this morning, think I've overexerted myself -.- I need restttt..

On another note, I met E for lunch just now near his place. He still looks much the same since our last meet a few months ago, and yep his exams'll be over by next week! Finally :) In between mouthfuls of lor mee, he was busy recounting how screwed up his sister's wedding went; he made me quite relieved that I hadn't gone :X I was updating him on various happenings within our group recently, while he filled me in similarly about stuff on his side. And that was about all, before he went back to mugging at home.

Hmm.. it's the 15th of Nov already :) Happy 23rd birthday to XQ, who's busy mugging away as well.

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Sunday, November 14


- poook, posted at 2:20 PM.

No, it's not some kind of superhero.

HOTMAN is a Japanese drama with Sorimachi Takashi (aka 反町隆史) as the lead actor.

Haven't heard of him? Does Onizuka sensei from GTO ring a bell?

You know..the crazy teacher?

No? Too bad.

I'm lazy to type, so here's the synopsis from JDorama:

Takashi Sorimachi plays school art teacher, Enzo Furiya who takes care of his 5-year-old daughter of whom he has no idea who her mother is. He also lives with his four siblings whose fathers are all different. Enzo’s daughter, Nanami, suffers from severe atopic dermatitis, so he throws himself into managing her diet to alleviate her condition. He is so determined to raise the little daughter well, he doesn’t appear to have any spare time for a girlfriend. And yet Enzo finds himself drawn to Misuzu Kaneko (Akiko Yada) a health teacher at his school. Enzo pursues life passionately for his little girl and his family.

Screenshots from the show:

(Extracted from TBS)

Interested? 爸气十足(also known as 热血男儿 & HOTMAN) is currently showing on SCV, every Monday & Tuesday night.

For those who don't have SCV, you can get it here using BT(Bit torrent).

Please prepare at least 1.67GB of space if you want to download, because this torrent contains all 11 episodes! I wouldn't have realised what a good drama series this was if my brother didn't introduce it to me. Btw, HOTMAN 2 is already out!

For someone like me who doesn't watch drama series, HOTMAN is an exception. Believe me, it's definitely worth watching.

(PS. Don't ask me to send you, because I won't.)

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Saturday, November 13

friday night! :)

- kein, posted at 5:23 AM.

yep, a few pics to share with you all :)

I'd barely caught six hours of sleep before hauling my ass down to Orchard to catch 'The Forgotten' with SC a.k.a the birthday girl. Encumbered with presents (refer to first three images), flowers (yes, I'd left out pics of the damn bouquet 'cus I'd forgotten to take a proper shot, oops) and assorted crap (i.e. camera, book to occupy myself n etc), yesterday was definitely *not* kein's usual mode of handsfree travel -.-

The show was.. alright. It felt like some giant conspiracy plot but with aliens mixed inside, and scenes of humans being sucked away into the horizon like some fcuking typhoon had gotten to them. Be prepared to jump at various points of the show, they're pretty scary =) My recommendation? $6.50 show, no more.

Dinner at Billy Bomber's was fun in contrast :) With XQ, NZ, MS (who came despite being unwell) and HY around, the meal was frequently interrupted by spontaneous humor and sarcastic comments strewn around the table, while I pathetically tried to finish the humongous plate of food infront of me. It's funny how the talk keeps going on when the rest of the guys are around; it feels like we're energizing each other to carry on the chat at times, laugh.

After that? It ended up as a drinking session at O-Bar, and I was definitely king of the hill last night, drinking a lot more than anyone else in the group. I drank as a forfeit in the various games we played, and drank even when I wasn't the loser. Not that we didn't have fun, but something was really wrong with me, and I was downing the drinks like it was plain water or something. We danced (or what passed for dancing in my context) for awhile before leaving, and it felt quite relaxing; it's been quite some time since I've gone clubbing after all. I got really high at some point, but the urge to puke never came as always. I think I can continue to test my alcoholic tolerance till I really vomit my guts out one day, which'll hopefully never arrive. Funny how I detest drinking but yet be able to drink without much ill effect..

NZ and MS went home after that, and the rest of us headed down to the Fisherman's Village for an impromptu supper/breakfast, with beer as the only beverage. Ever since my brief stint in the mess @ Tekong, Tiger beer has been branded IMO as one of the most disgusting alcoholic beverages that has been ever produced; no beer for me if I can help it ;p No one'll ever drink it on a voluntary basis if not for the fact that it's cheap. (Note: IN MY FCUKING OPINION. You're entitled to worship Tiger Beer of course, just don't do it infront of me.) Nevertheless, I sourly downed my own mug and then more, before HY drove us all home.

And yep.. I'm still wide awake despite the disgustingly high alcoholic intake and I've been penning this entry for close to an hour, giving wakeup calls to NZ and MS in between. And I'm supposed to play bball later at 1400 hours? Geez.

In retrospect, the other guys seemed to be plagued by relationship problems as well. NZ have serious spats with his significant other, XQ getting unexpectedly rejected by some girl in school.. hmm what can I say man? The perils of blind love ;p

Another conclusion anyway; it seems like the fifty bucks I threw into the experiment was well worth it ;p At least I know that the idea's not feasible, and so can uphold the time-honored tradition of correct male behaviour i.e. what, not interested? NEXT! Never placed much hope on it anyway ;p

Better to concentrate on my goals while I'm still well and alive; no sense wasting my life over this type of inconsequential stuff. A night of sleeplessness the night before had finally made realise the error of my past ways, and I've pretty much resolved not to waste anymore of my remaining lifespan if I can help it, and never to regret not doing anything again.

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Thursday, November 11

my one night puasa.

- kein, posted at 1:08 AM.

".. cannot take solid foods and liquids after 10pm, only can drink plain water, yada yada.." Monday night, and I bemusedly continued to listen to the stream of instructions issuing forth from my handphone and sipped at my teh oh peng. (a.k.a. iced tea without the damn lemon)

Simply put, it meant that I would literally be fasting all the way from the night before till the actual checkup next morning. -.- As luck would have it, I wokeup at about 5pm that day, and had one meal at 7pm before the checkup. By midnight, I was starving, and ready to crawl out of my skin for food ;(

Fast forward to morning today, and it was a sleepy, tired AND hungry me who cycled half-heartedly to the polyclinic ;(

The medical checkup today was quite simple anyway; got my my veins opened on both arms (I'm beginning to look like some drug addict with so many needle marks) and blood drawn, height/weight and waist/hip measurements taken too, fat %, pee test, drank glucose load to check for diabetes, and watched maybe a quarter of jack neo's movie about 4D. (forgot the damn title, was it 'the best bet'?)

The staff threw two whole questionnaires about me though, whee. I answered queries about my food intake, alcoholic consumption, medical history, exercise routine, work conditions and maybe ten thousand other areas I'd forgotten. I more or less lied my way through the food survey though; how the fcuk was i supposed to remember how often I ate assorted veggies/meats/fruits/other unhealthy crap on a daily/weekly/monthly basis? I gave the answers as honestly as I could anyway ;p IMO surveys are a load of crap, based on past experience at the Dept of Statistics.

Some good did come out of the survey anyway ;p Got $10 NTUC vouchers, just nice to foot the bill for my dumb facial wash hiaks. 3 hours for $10.. hmm. Wonder if I'll get my medical report from them, or is the data simply compiled into statistics?

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Tuesday, November 9

flame on!

- kein, posted at 10:30 PM.

This new blog looks absurdly lonely without all the comments on the post, and feedback was that the blogger.com commenting system wasn't too user-friendly ;(

Conclusion? I changed it back to the old Haloscan system, bleh. So click on that lonely comment link at the bottom of the posts and comment! :X

Just doing a minor highlight of the flame received for poookie's MLM vs pyramid post, incase anyone misses it ;)


Anonymous pondered deeply and yelled..
Hey, Pyramid System is totally has no products, and will keep on asking you to give them money so to earn more, it is totally illegal in Singapore. It is because there is 100% hit-and-run business in Pyramid System. It does not works like a MLM Binary plan okay? Pyramid System works more than a Binary plan, and there is not very much MLM company works in Binary plan. Do Not Compare With The Wrong Stuffs.

About MLM: It is the trend now, don't be stick-to-the-mud. Man can't has only one income from your god-damn job. Every rich men out there are in MLM also, their books writes about having at least 3 type of income; your job, properties and INVESTMENT. People with diploma out there only can earn at most 1K++ to 2K only. Can you repay your parents with earning 2K per month? Can you give the best to your parents with 2K per month? You say that it is an easy way of earning money? Of course, MLM is 100% legal in Singapore, every rich men i know are also in MLM earning extra cash. Some more in MLM is about helping people okay? If we earn money by harming people, we won't be rich and famous = Marborlo's boss. For having this money, we can help all other people out there, even the government people also give us respect. If there is a road out there and is normal, I will never choose that ROAD there, I will choose the road that is EXTRAORDINARY. If there is SEA, if it is peaceful, I WON'T choose it, I WILL choose the SEA with many thunder and storms. Don't you want to repay what your parents' had done to you? If you want, plan and DO SOMETHING about it!!! They're aging already, how long can they wait? 5 years? Come on man, any moment they can die. I got a friend who's mother just pass away but just lying on the bed for the 1 whole week, she just gone very suddenly. He regretted very much that he did not repay his mother's taking care of him. Chance and opportunity is just out there, it is just because of your stick-to-the-mud thinking rejecting it. I'm sorry for the people who DO NOT dare to DREAM and DO NOT DARE TO DO. So do my business friends. You're simply pathetic. Think of your parents. You can show no care and concern to this, you're escaping from your god-damn life. BE REALISTIC. The one who regretted for not going for an extraordinary is you not me. I'll not regret for choosing this extraordinary life.

12:29 PM

Anonymous pondered deeply and yelled..
First thing of all.. dare to write.. dare to reveal. I am Earl, some know as wenming, known as sketch in the flameboard.
MLM is legal... BUT IT SUCKS! Earn 2k a month how to repay parents? If money is the onli way.. then sell your soul to the devil.. that will be the easier way out. If we earn money by harming ppl we won't be rich and famous? Back to the mountains kitaro... thats such a naive way to think. I'm not against all.. but some MLM. What i say applies to the negative players of MLM organisation.Don't say i dun know anything about MLM and how it helps. MY sis is one. my neighbour is one. my best buddy is one. I attended more stamina in MLM then you can ever imagine. I nv join one. Yes you can call me stupid.. commoner.. not taking the extraordinary road. Thats my life .. back off.I'm not taking the route cos everyone is taking.. how EXTRAORDINARY. Lets talk about how successful it is and how many ppl got rich and famous by it. YES~! Its all true! But how many ppl din.... they din try hard enough?? I doubt so. Dun think of those who succeeded ONLY.. think of those who din and y. Even the government ppl also respect? Maybe thats the way some could put it. If systems is doing singapore gd. economy wise.. or what so ever. Why wouldn't they allow and agree to it? Casino also can set up. And ppl say gambling is bad. Parents not neccessary need to earn big bucks then can consider as take care. Time and care is more important. $ cannot be taken of the list but its not the first on list. Stop putting the word parents at the front line of this issue. They are not our shield. We are suppose to shield them cos we are always their burden and we should be happy they do not take it this way. You can be sorry but pls dun use your dog eye see ppl down. another words, despise these ppl. Stop calling them pathetic just becos you wanna live your life in a diff way from them. Don't tell them they regretted for not going for such an extraordinary life. You don't speak for them. They speak for themself. I know you wouldn't regret cos you said it for yourself already. Hope you will succeed one day. And your dreams come true. Meanwhile those who likes the ordinary way of life. You choose your path. Others dun. And they have no right to critise.

1:59 PM

kein pondered deeply and yelled..
eh dumbass, clean your extraordinary vision for once will you? poookie wrote against pyramid schemes, not against MLMs if you noticed?

damn, the kids nowadays are getting more and more myopic. or isit just pure blindness? :)

3:27 PM

poook pondered deeply and yelled..
To the Anonymous fellow:

First of all, you're right about the Pyramid Scheme. It does not involve products, it asks you to keep pumping in the funds, and it is illegal.

But let me ask you: If you wanna cheat your friend of his money, are you going to tell him, "Hey man, I wanna cheat your money!"?

Of course not.

So what makes you think that these companies are so stupid as to openly show that they wanna swindle the participants'money?

The reason they choose to involve products in their companies is to HIDE the fact that they're using the Pyramid Scheme, and at the same time disguise themselves as MLM companies. I was (and still am) pretty shocked that people as naive as you still exist.

Secondly, I think you don't even know how to read.

I have mentioned NOTHING that criticises MLM of being wrong, sinful, Satanic, and all the other crap you stated.

My entry is entirely on WHAT the Pyramid Scheme is all about, HOW it works, WHAT are the characteristics of a Pyramid Scheme, and SOME criticism on NTI Paris that it might be using the Pyramid Scheme, mainly because the details given by my friends match the characteristics of a Pyramid Scheme EXACTLY.

So where the hell did you come up with the idea that I'm being anti-MLM?

Your mom would be so proud to have an illiterate son like you.

"every rich men i know are also in MLM earning extra cash."

- Do you know them personally? Or are they just stories told to you by the people at the seminars?

"Don't you want to repay what your parents' had done to you? If you want, plan and DO SOMETHING about it!!! They're aging already, how long can they wait? 5 years? Come on man, any moment they can die. "

- I respect my parents, I love them, and I give them my care and concern. Isn't that what filial piety is all about? Do you really think that your parents would choose money over your love for them? You're so god dammn materialistic.

"You're simply pathetic."

- Pathetic in the sense that I dare to expose fraud?

"Think of your parents."

- My parents are fine. Thank you.

"You can show no care and concern to this, you're escaping from your god-damn life. BE REALISTIC."

- Escaping in what sense? Not resorting to swindling people of their hard earned money? If that's your idea of realism, I'm sorry about that.

" The one who regretted for not going for an extraordinary is you not me. I'll not regret for choosing this extraordinary life."

- Thank you for your advice. I really regret not being an extraodinary moron like you. Or else we could have been very good friends :(

4:05 PM

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What's in a name?

- ReLie, posted at 3:07 PM.

Phew! Last week was super busy…. Finally know how it feels to work a twelve-hour shift… Super tired. The only thing I feel like doing when I reach home is to concuss on the bed… zzz…

Yesterday during class, we were pressing J.D. for the meaning behind his name. Is it his Chinese name? Dialect name? But he didn’t wanna tell us… Mmm. (Maybe there’s something to do with the JI? :X)

While we were on the topic of unusual names, Rob said he’ll name his future son Docta Koe and the Chinese name 高一生 (医生).

Wah the moment those words came out of his mouth the guys burst out laughing. Just imagine on first day of Primary school, the teacher is taking attendance and call out “Docta Koe! Wow, first time I have a Doctor in my class!”

The Chinese teacher call out 高一生, and the shortest boy in class raises his hand…

On the day the PSLE results are release…
1st in class - Andy; 2nd Bruce; 3rd Calvin… the last in class … Docta Koe!


JD suggested changing the name Docta to Colonel Koe.
Ha, the first day in the army…

Sergeant: Recruit Colonel Koe

Ha, the rest you guys know lah, sure kenna sabo big time....

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Sunday, November 7

MLM? Or Pyramid Scheme?

- poook, posted at 2:21 PM.

- What is a Pyramid Scheme?

It is an illegal scam where large numbers of people at the bottom of the pyramid pay money to a few people at the top. It works somewhat like the MLM Binary plan. Each new participant pays for the chance to advance to the top and profit from payments of others who might join later.


(Diagram extracted from Consumer Online)

With reference to the diagram, we will assume each Level consists of 1 person only.

In this example, $1,000 buys you a position in Level 3. $500 of your money goes to the guy in Level 2 [The person who pulled you in] , and $500 goes to the guy at Level 1 [The promoter]

If every position in Level 3 is filled up, the guy at Level 1 will each earn $2,000. Everyone in Level 3 will be $1,000 poorer.

When Level 1 has earned enough, he will step down and Level 2 will upgrade to become Level 1. Only then will these 2 guys start to profit. [Remember that they are initially from Level 2.]

For the 2 guys at Level 1 to earn their profits, they must each find 4 more people to fill up Level 3. Which means that they now need 8 people to fill up Level 3 in order to keep the profits coming.

As for the people at Level 3, their job now is to find more people to join in. Which means that they have unknowingly been upgraded to Level 2! Once more people have joined in, they will be able to earn their profits from the people at Level 3. And this cycle just keeps repeating itself.

- What are the signs of a Pyramid Scheme?

1) You are required to pay a LARGE amount of money to participate.

They would tell you that the large amount of money is needed because of TRAINING COURSES, PURCHASE OF PRODUCTS, SERVICES, ENTRY FEES, ETC.

This is a clear sign of a scam, because MLM only requires you to pay a SMALL fee to participate. The purpose of MLM is to make it easy and inexpensive for everyone to be able to participate in, and that includes the vegetable auntie at the market.

2) They focus entirely on RECRUITMENT.

This is because the Pyramid Scheme benefits entirely from recruitment fees, like I've just explained earlier. The company will emphasis on this VERY MUCH. They will just encourage you to recruit more people and not to think about it.

3) Products involved are usually not useful and grossly OVERPRICED.

Multi-level marketing (like other methods of retailing) depends on selling to consumers and establishing a market. This requires quality products, competitively priced.

Pyramid schemes, on the other hand, are not concerned with sales to end users of the product. Profits are entirely made from new recruits who are required to buy those products in order to participate.

A common product that the Pyramid Scheme uses is aromatheraphy. The market value for aromatheraphy products is usually unknown because they are uncommon.

So why do they bother to use the products in the first place? It's used to shut the mouths of those who argue about the entry fees. They could tell you that the product alone costs $300. And because you do not know about the market value of the product, you stupidly agree with them.

Plus, if products are involved, then it would make the company less suspicious of using the Pyramid Scheme. Why?

"Because no products are involved in the Pyramid Scheme what! The book says so! And XYZ company got products! So they cannot be using the Pyramid Scheme lor!"

You may laugh, but many do think of it this way.

And think about it; a few hundred dollars for aromatheraphy products? Isn't it a bit suspicious?

4) Nothing is mentioned about their products.

When you question about their products, they will openly REFUSE to answer you. Instead, they will concentrate on how much you can earn monthly by increasing the number of people under you in the pyramid. This is a clever form of brainwashing because people are GREEDY. As long as they can get their money, they don't care where it comes from.

Furthermore, if the company really does depend on the selling of products to survive, why are they not talking about the advertisement and sales of the products? Why are you not required to know about them? Ask yourself.

5) You are required to do almost nothing at all.

MLM is like any other business and needs hard work, perseverance, good service and good products to make money.

Pyramid schemes need little effort to make money because all they need to do is to RECRUIT PEOPLE. That is why it is easy to make money.


This is basic common sense. But because people get blinded by greed so often, they tend to forget this very important advice.

6) You get stuck with products that you CANNOT refund.

Legitimate MLM companies which require inventory purchases will usually "buy back" unsold products if you decide to quit the business.

Pyramid Schemes, on the other hand, will decline to provide a FULL refund even if you request for it. Such companies will promise you that a full refund is possible, but will decline to do so when you request for it.

This entry is written especially for some of my friends who are in NTI Paris currently. Not that I'm against them, but the details my friends have given me about the company matched those of a Pyramid Scheme exactly.

I hope that they will read this and make a decision for themselves.

(Information extracted from: DSA and sgForums)

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