change

From now, I shall be part time writing at another little known blog, it is a collaboration between a good friend of mine because we are both getting to lazy to write regularly. This entry in this blog shall be the last one, the past two years maintaining it has been most fun and i have enjoyed your vastly sporadic visits.

allez, au revoir et bon chance.

a new start

Some of my fans have complained about the dearth in writing on this obscure blog ever since.. well… erhm… some time back… and looks like things are not going to change that much…

but recently i have gotten in touch with an old friend of mine and we talked about blogging and such, as it turns out, we both would like to blog more but it is quite an effort. So after a long 5 mins we thought that we do a combined blog thing on a whole new site.

for ardent fans (yes New York has made me fairly delusional), i do urge patience as we work on a new theme and hopefully re-ignite this ‘writing-for-the-sake-of-writing’ passion of ours (admittedly, this friend of mine is a far more accomplished writer than moi; he makes far lesser grammar mistakes).

So do stay tune as i think the first entry will be coming soon.

write more, think less.

streets of america

lau liao

one of the best thing about being all grown up now is yakult. yes, when i was young, mama always stop me from drinking the apple flavoured one, she insists that i should drink the vanilla one as it was healthier (which of course is a mamatifically proven theory). and also, i could never drink more than 1 bottle, even though, the sweet creamy tangy taste always allures me to get another after another after another…

so at the grand old age of do whatever you want, one thing i secretly enjoy now is, not only drinking that green apple infused yakult but also drinking 3 or 4 bottles at a go.. it empowers me, it makes me feel that it is quite fun to be grown up (well working 24/7 not included, which incidentally this article was to mitigate the mundanity of it) and buy whatever poison you want.

until, that is, the next day when you had to go to the toilet 4 or 5 times with particularly smooth passage, you realised that, yeah, sometimes there is a reason why they stop you from doing something.

korean rock!!

too bloody funny… (concentrate on the drummer)

courtesy of mrbrown

heat is on

after some time back here… still cannot stand the damn heat in singapore.. where ever i go, i keep complaining about the sweltering sun that beats so fucking heavily on us… and what makes me even more heated is the most common response i hear is this “wah lau, don’t act lah.. live in algeria two years only.. you were in singapore for 25 man.. sure you must be used to it.”

man.. i tell you… if so, then why do the people in the the cold wear thermal clothing?? why do they insist on wearing 3, 4, 5 layers of jackets and such.. since they have lived in such conditions for such a bloody long time then should they not just wear t shirt and jeans instead??

i mean.. if it is hot, then no matter how you might want to deny, it is still unbearable mah and coupled that i have been in a temperate country for some time, of course i will complain right..

think they should really air con singapore…

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my life now is super decadent sia.. i drink, party and do crazy (stupid) stuff every other day.. wearing me out man.. think i should try to tone down a little.. but then i am going to NY soon and being a student i would probably not have the money to be so ‘tiong’.

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recently, on BBC radio (yeah, BBC is indeed my good friend) there was a program titled “do asians/blacks need to work twice as hard to be half as good as their white counterpart?”

this really strikes a chord with me and prompted me to think about two questions:

“when i go to NY, will this happen to me? am i willing to leave the “equal” standing i have here?” and

“does this happen to the malay and indian community in singapore?”

answers to these two questions are so difficult… and i do not have the access too.. but it remains an intriguing question, especially the latter one. are we singaporeans, after years to communal assimilation, color blind enough to not notice the color of our colleagues? or indeed friends?

woman rights has always (if the word ‘always’ is not politically right, then at least in my time of existence) enjoyed certain sympathies, even in singapore, where such questions are ‘allowed’ to be fielded by the straits times in the recent cabinet reshuffle.

and in that article, the glaring miss point was about the minority representation. why was this not highlighted? nor debated? was it too contentious to do so? by evading this question, we cannot address the drift within our community.

are we truly equal?

felicitation

i would like to give me hearty congratulations to a dear fellow blogger who became a father on saturday.

satire

this site is satire at its best:

http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page

see you in singapore

Malaysian woman has sex with wrong man

KUALA LUMPUR – A MALAYSIAN woman who mistakenly had sex with a houseguest, believing him to be her husband, has complained to police that she was raped, a newspaper said.With her husband away at work, the 40-year-old housewife in Malaysia’s north-eastern state of Terengganu went to bed early on Friday morning, after hectic preparations for celebrations the next day to end the Muslim fasting month of Ramadan.

About an hour later, she felt a man next to her and proceeded to make love to him, although she did not see his face, the New Straits Times newspaper said on Tuesday.

When the woman’s 34-year-old husband walked into the room a short while afterwards, she was surprised to see him in his work clothes, and only realised her error when he questioned her about a man he had seen walking out of the room, the paper said.

Police have arrested the couple’s friend, a 29-year-old labourer who has been staying with them for the past couple of months, and are investigating the case as a rape. — REUTERS

Ripped from the strait times

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seriously how blur can you be??

And is it wrong of the man? maybe he just thought that it was his lucky day??

me thinks more like the woman was caught in an affair and use this incredibly stupid but super original excuse…

“how can you ever forget a girl whose only mistake is to give you her heart.”

If Love’s a Sweet Passion, why does it torment?
If a Bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?
Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,
Or grieve at my Fate, when I know ’tis in vain?
Yet so pleasing the Pain is, so soft is the Dart,
That at once it both wounds me, and Tickles my Heart.

–Henry Purcell’s The Fairy Queen

-ah beng would like to state that he is ashamed that he has no idea what who this Henry dude is until now and finds this prose (?) extremely poignant.

strange but true

i cannot believe that i: 

just scored 141 in an IQ test… (woohoo!! not bad sia.. they say this is better than 99% of the takers)

sprained my wrist because of typing too much.

took a crap on a cockroach who was trying to escape from the hell hole (i was surprisingly accurate).

saw an algerian girl wink lasciviously at me yesterday at the beach.

my men paid for the military escorts to have sex with prostitutes so that they could.

scratched my nether regions vigourously, thinking that no one was watching, until i realised a whole group of girls was giggling disgustedly at me on the second floor balcony of some house.

am treated like a superstar wherever i go: they took pictures of me, together with me also.

drank half a bottle of gao liang and lived to tell.

could kill 3 flies with one smack!

queue ley

every morning, before i enter my office compound, i have to pass this gantry. the workers form a long long line to have their numbers registered.

so i dutifully queued up and wait for my turn to shout out my tag number. however, in the mean time, my office colleagues (supervisory or above) would waltz past everyone and simply halt in front of the post and shout out their numbers.

it makes me furious. not only because they cut my queue but also because that these people would never do that in sg/japan/malaysia, they would be polite and just wait for their turn… how is it that they think that they have the right to jump queue just because they are in a slightly superior position.
and they for all people complain about the algerians having not eitquette at all..

i admit i am tempted because i hate the wait.. but i believe it is precisely because i can do it that i must control my urge to abuse my position.

are you happy?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happy_number

I realised that i always look at the clouds, such formless wonders

Don’t let the sunlight fool you.. it is bloody 3 degrees..

water tank

another one of those drinking nights.. i think i have come to the point where i am actually adverse to drinking.. after 3 beers, 3 patis(45proof), 2 gao liang (53proof), 2 whiskey(40proof) i am really surprised that i am still able to write a fairly coherent article… i think it is really time to cut down.. alcohol should not be the way of my life…

halfway through the session, i sneaked out and wandered to the boundaries of my camp.. then i chanced upon this water tank.. this water tank is about 20 metres high and i remember that i have been up there once when i first reached algeria..

as i stood on top of the water tank, the wind blowing mercilessly, with my open collar chelsea fleece jacket zipped painfully to my neck.. i held on to the railings. breathe in and looked…

such a peaceful night broken only by the distant yam-sengs going on in the open shed.. for the first time in a long time, i felt peace upon my weary body. browed but not beaten yet.. i started to think that i might have a chance of lasting this project..

such a mental challenge this has thus been.. the crushing pressure has certainly made its imprint hard upon me.. “YAAMM Seeenng” i heard again.. perhaps i should allow myself a little pat on my back: inexperienced, no accounting experience, no prolonged overseas outings, no friends: yet only with that fire within that kept me going.. i think i have done quite well so far, have made little enemies, solved countless crisis and assimilated into the local fraternity..

i think perhaps i deserve one little clap.

tong tong tong chiang

Chinese new year: this is my first (probably not the last) one away from singapore.. though it happens world over, it is super quiet here.. as if nothing is going on.

perhaps i am more lucky, there are quite a bit of chinese working here and the company cannot afford to ignore it.

it feels a little weird to be not be rejecting any suggestions going to chinatown or squeezing through throngs at river angbao. i think i would gladly go now.

and being the ex-professional events man here, again i have tasked to organise the CNY bash in my camp. lots of activities have been lined up (we have even prepared a local friendly football match today and brought in 2 commercial sized speakers to blast our ears deaf) which includes me being DJ BBB (haha years of pronouncing that i am one has finally come true)

so.. hectic as i am now, organising every thing makes me feel good.. and having the experience has certainly made me into a very popular man (if not already) around.

stay tune.. i shall be following up with the event..when my head finally clears..

huat ah!