There is this song that I like very much and it was introduced to me during a K session by my girlfriend-to-be many years ago.

It sorta summed up my feelings for her when she constantly rejected me. But that was the past.

Then i saw this video on youtube where this Singaporean, Huang Jinglun, was doing his rendition of this song. I must say he is very good. I have tried for so long to sing this song well but have not succeeded so kudos to Huang.

Decided to put it up here so I can enjoy it for long time to come.

What's up with this people?

I was scouring through the blogs of some people i know, know not too well, and don't know at all.

All was good, talking about their lives, their hopes, their feelings and emotions.

But the one thing i hate about some of these blogs were that they were narcissistic in nature.

You have girls who are not that pretty saying that the blog belongs to a pretty girl, let's make it lagi worse, to a pretty princess.

Guy blogs who talk about their anatomy being 'huge' and 'thick' but the only thing i think is 'thick' is that they are thick in the head.

You have drivers who say they drive a damn good car, wanna drive a damn good car, or will drive a damn good car, when the closest thing they can get to that is in their dreams.

Like me, i dream of anything in my dreams, but do you see me telling people my dreams are reality?

Gosh. People. Get. A. Mirror.

Nightmare: 14 November 2008

Rampage of the Killer Bugs

I walked to the stadium with my friends. We intended to engage in a game of football after our exams. The sun was scorching hot with sparse clouds trying their best to shade us from the merciless rays of the sun.

A sound like that of marching was heard coming from a distance. There he was, standing out from the rest like a sore thumb, with his shiny pate devoid of hair reflecting the sunlight like a glaring mirror. Ass, here comes the irritating discipline master. “Why are you guys here? Aren’t you supposed to go home to study?” he shouted, the noise ringing in our ears.

“Can’t we relax for awhile?” I answered nonchalantly.

“What is this doing here?” The Ass asked, referring to a box of discarded chocolates on the steps of the grandstand. Surprisingly, we have seen that box there for weeks whenever we came here to play footie. No one knew how it got there and why it was still there. It was already discoloured from the constant exposure to the sun and rain. It gave off a foul smell too. “Take it and throw it away!” The Ass demanded, and he kicked the box in our direction.

Thud. The box landed away from us in the wrong direction. I had to stifle a chortle at that lousy kick. The Ass can’t kick for nuts.

“Argh!” Nicholas sounded as he saw bugs scrambling out of the disturbed box. I turned and looked in the direction of the box and I was surprised to see bugs streaming out of the box endlessly. How could a small box of empty chocolates hide so many bugs in them?

A tirade of black, foul-smelling bugs streamed out of the box and in a moment, covered the instant area around the box with a black moving mass. We stood there shell-shocked as the bugs made their way towards The Ass. He tried to stomp those that were reaching him, but it was a futile attempt as his feet could not kill as fast as the bugs were coming out of the box and scuttling towards him. He frailed his arms in panic as the bugs scampered up his feet and onto his body. Soon, his body was covered with the black mass.

“WTF!” I shouted, “Let’s get a move on before they come to us!” I pulled Nicholas’s hand and tugged him to run with me. The bugs were now making a line towards us. It wasn’t funny but rather horrifying as we saw The Ass collapsing onto the floor.

We decided to get to my car as soon as possible and make an escape. As I looked around, I could see the bugs now streaming in all direction and towards the canteen where the majority of the student body was. One of my friend reached the car first and took the driver’s seat as the rest of us jumped into the seats. We managed to close the door and accelerated as the black mass was hot on our heels. The sound of screeching rubber was accompanied by the crunching of the bugs at the wheels. The sound was bone-chilling.

Goodness. Without any idea how, the bugs had moved in front of us and occupied the gateway out of the school. A gigantic bug was standing at the gateway terrorizing the few who had managed to get out of the canteen but was now staring death in the face.

“Get a move on man!” I shouted to Alvin who was at the wheel. “Take the other exit!” I pointed to the pedestrians door at the side.

“But we’ll crash!” screamed Alvin.

“Or you wanna die? Just drive through the door, it’s big enough for the car to get through!” I ordered Alvin.

Alvin slammed on the accelerator and the car skimmed right out of the door with centimetres to spare.

“Hey turn on the air-con man, it’s hot in here,” said Nicholas.

“Freaking idiot” I thought, just thinking about comfort when all everyone was thinking of just now was how to get out of the massacre. I turned around and looked at the campus. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the last inch of the flag pole at the roof got covered by bugs. The whole campus was now engulfed in the black moving mass. How much longer before everything else?

Busy period

Recently, I have been so busy with assignments and exams that I have not been sleeping well and enough. But still, it doesn't stop me from having dreams.


The things preventing me from sharing my dreams are that I don't have the time to write or that my dreams are so haphazard that I don't know how to write them out.


Gosh.


Sometimes my dreams are so porno in nature that I think it will be too grotesque to put them up here. Maybe I should put up a disclaimer stating that only 18 yr olds and older can view the blog. Then i get ppl to verify using their credit-card number, then maybe can earn some money. Whahaha!

Imposing ideals and expectations

Human beings have the tendency to impose their ideals and expectations on people around them. And I'm feeling the brunt of it all. These people expect and even to the extent of demand me to do things that I do not feel like, do not want to, or simply cannot do.

Run an errand, visit, call, message, accompany, sleep, talk, bath, eat, buy, agree, disagree, comment, read, laugh, cry, whatever...the list goes on.

It is not wrong to expect, but do not demand. I will do it if I can and want, and please do not get agitated if I were to refuse. In any way, I always refuse politely.

Do not do unto others, what you do not wish others to do unto you.

Peace to all.

Nightmare: Zombies

It seems like I have a thing for zombies ever since i read this book called World War Z by Max Brooks. World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War (abbreviated WWZ) is a novel by Max Brooks which chronicles a fictional zombie apocalypse, specifically the titular "Zombie World War", as a series of after-the-fact oral history interviews with prominent survivors.

It is thus no wonder that I'll will one day dream of zombies...

The country was overrun in a matter of days. What we thought to be Total Defence turned out to be Total Washout. The government had left us for good, which was expected the day the Chief Minister gave an address to the public that everything was well. He had said the armed forces and local police will be able to protect the country if the outbreak was to turn widespread. He told us to have faith. Screw him. The next day, news was heard that the Cabinet had left on a high-security plane to Tekan Isle, an offshore island previously used as a military training base. The excuse was that the island will serve as an effective and protected central command. Bloody politicians. They were more of a bloodsucker than the zombs. 

My bro and I got hold of an abandoned trawler. It was always easy to get any vehicle we want since the Outbreak. It was either the previous owner was dead or a was now a Zomb. And Zombs don't drive. Owing to my bro's previous job as a mechanic, he was always bale to ignite a vehicle's engine even without the key. 

The mission today was to look for survivors, and if any, to get them out of the shithole they arein. Recent radio emissions were heard over the airwaves, calling for help. We managed to intercept the signals and triangulated the location of the survivors. Once a clubbing haven for youngsters, the hippies and the wannabes, this drinking hole has now deteriorated into a dilapidated mess that I could not even recognize. The facade of this once-proud establishment, the place where I revelled throughout Wednesday nights a decade ago,is now covered with blood, broken neon lights, damaged structures hanging precariously over the entrance. 

As the vibrations of our truck's engine reverberated in the stale midnight air, we saw the hungry faces of the zombs turn in our direction. We steadied ourselves for the impending massacre. I said a prayer and asked for forgiveness from Buddha. It was bad karma to kill, but was it bad karma to kill the already dead? 

Bro turned on the huge headlamps of the truck and it illuminated the way before us. Damn it. There were more zombs than was expected. Maybe it was not a bright idea to switch the lights on. I don't see any reflection from the zombs eye. like how a human eye reflects light, as the pupils of zombs are totally dilated. "Let's get started," I thought to myself, and like telepathy, Bro seem to know my intentions and pressed down hard on the accelerator. 

Once a wo-wo shooter when I was in the army, i had learnt how to be more accurate and precise in my shooting. Nothing beats real 'practice'. When you have a zomb as a target board, instinctively, you get more motivation and adrenaline to become a sharp-shooter. Bro had also turned into a much steadier driver, if you consider recklessness as a virtue. The idea now was not to avoid collision with a pedestrian, but to actually knock down as many as possible. We make a good team, him swerving and colliding, I shooting the brains out of those zombs. 

I was shooting hard and fast as the truck moved and swerved around in the carpark of Zous. My brother had managed to establish a regular circumvention in the carpark. This made it easier for me to aim and blast the brains of those zombs. Blood, brains and bones were minced up on the asphalt floor, constantly adding more meat to the mix as the truck moved like a giant blender on overdrive. I was starting to get dizzy when I felt a bony grip on my shoulder. The stench that came was overpowering and nauseating. I turned around and right away unloaded two rounds into the f*cker's mouth. That's when i heard the sound of my mobile phone ringing away. 

The alarm rang. Time to wake up.

 

Dream: No Dream

I sat at the computer table, furiously typing away on the keyboard.

Writing my assignment seemed to take forever. I needed a respite from all of this.

Hence, I talked to Alvin on the MSN. One MAJOR SERIOUS typo error from him stunned me. As he was watching TV while messaging, he accidentally typed 'i' instead of 'u' and totally changed the subject (head noun) of the sentence:
"She nver screw you then i screw her la" took the place of "She nver screw you then u screw her la".  (Pardon the vugarities here.)

When he realized his mistake, he said he was so dead. I said he had died-ed.

Then I returned to my work. It was time to do up the presentation. Surprisingly, it took only a while to draft up the first version (which was the final one too).
I looked at the time. 0730hrs.




Someone at the window scared me outta my guts! It was a vagrant asking for money. Told him politely to scram.

Time: 0745hrs. I was not asleep. I was still awake. No time to sleep in case I can't wake up for class later. 

No dreams tonight...no worries, I'll be like a sleep walker for the rest of the day, and dream all that had to be dreamt.

My Bro's Big Fat Chinese Wedding

Recently my elder brother got married. Well in fact, it was a week ago (11 Oct 2008) already.

It was a hectic day for me too, being his best man. Make it 2 days as my sister-in-law wanted the wedding to be held over 2 days. Relatives were invited for a wedding banquet on Sat, and friends and colleagues on Sun for a wedding brunch. The wedding was held in Hilton and I must say it was a dandy place to hold a wedding in. The function rooms are actually located on the top floor of the Hilton Hotel so we got a real fantastic view over Orchard Road.

A lot of photos were taken throughout the whole event. This is my favorite one of the newly wedded couple:

Eternal marital bliss Bro!

Narcoleptic Dog

Even animals are not spared from narcolepsy.

Narcolepsy

Narcolepsy is a neurological condition most characterized by Excessive Daytime Sleepiness (EDS), in which a person falls asleep during the day at inappropriate times, such as at work or school.
A narcoleptic will most probably experience disturbed nocturnal sleep, which is often confused with insomnia, and disorder of REM or rapid eye movement sleep.
A narcoleptic may also fall asleep at random.

Characteristics
The main characteristic of narcolepsy is excessive daytime sleepiness (EDS), even after adequate night time sleep.
A person with narcolepsy is likely to become drowsy or fall asleep, often at inappropriate times and places.
Daytime naps may occur without warning and may be physically irresistible.
These naps can occur several times a day.
They are typically refreshing, but only for a few hours.
Drowsiness may persist for prolonged periods of time.
In addition, night time sleep may be fragmented with frequent awakenings.

Sleep paralysis is the temporary inability to talk or move when waking (or less often, falling asleep).
It may last a few seconds to minutes.
This is often frightening but is not dangerous.
Hypnagogic hallucinations are vivid, often frightening, dreamlike experiences that occur while dozing, falling asleep and/or while awakening.
(I have had this experience several times, and it is indeed frightening. Sometimes, it makes mewonder if it's a medical condition, or some supernatural forces acting on me.)

In narcolepsy, the order and length of REM (Rapid Eye Movement) periods are disturbed, with REM sleep occurring at sleep onset instead of after a period of NREM sleep.
Thus, narcolepsy is a disorder in which REM sleep appears at an abnormal time.
Also, some of the aspects of REM sleep that normally occur only during sleep — lack of muscular control, sleep paralysis, and vivid dreams — occur at other times in people with narcolepsy.
For example, the lack of muscular control can occur during wakefulness in a cataplexy episode; it is said that there is intrusion of REM atonia during wakefulness.
Sleep paralysis and vivid dreams can occur while falling asleep or waking up.
Simply put, the brain does not pass through the normal stages of dozing and deep sleep but goes directly into (and out of) rapid eye movement (REM) sleep.

This has several consequences. Night time sleep does not include as much deep sleep, so the brain tries to "catch up" during the day, hence EDS.
People with narcolepsy may visibly fall asleep at unpredicted moments (such motions as head bobbing are common).
People with narcolepsy fall quickly into what appears to be very deep sleep, and they wake up suddenly and can be disoriented when they do (dizziness is a common occurrence).
They have very vivid dreams, which they often remember in great detail.
People with narcolepsy may dream even when they only fall asleep for a few seconds.
(So there my former 'dear' superiors in the 'Force', i wasn't lazy or what. It is my condition!)

Misconceptions
Narcolepsy is often mistaken for depression, epilepsy, or the side effects of medications.
It can also be mistaken for poor sleeping habits, recreational drug use, or laziness.
Narcolepsy can occur in both men and women at any age, although its symptoms are usually first noticed in teenagers or young adults.
(Hopefully, more people can get educated on this uncurable condition and spare a thought for us victims out there. It is really not easy trying to handle this condition with the constant misunderstanding, jokes and jibes, from the public. I always have to tell myself not to bother with these ignorant fools. Haiz)

(abstracted from Wikipedia)

Nightmare: Mutant Lizard's shot into the Mouth

The guys and I found ourselves in a derelict construction yard. The moon was hanging high in the sapphire sky, outshining the myriad of stars sharing the space with Mr Moon. All was quiet except for the constant croaking of the bullfrogs and the chanting of the crickets, like a half-past-6 symphonic orchestra attempting its very best.

Everything in the near horizon were heaps of scrap metals and the occasional crane, with their necks poking out into the sky like robotic brontosaurus' peering out for their mates.
One of my mates lighted a cigarette and drawled nervously on the fag, exhaling a plume of smoke into the stagnant air. I turned to look at him to ask for a puff when I saw the saliva-drenched fag drop out from his quivering mouth. I spun around to look at the direction his widely opened eyes were staring at. To my horror...

A 6 foot tall, muscular mutant lizard loomed out of the darkness and grabbed one of my friends with its scaled hands. It was William who was the target! Before we could resist or offer any semblance of assistance, the Mutant Liz took hold of William's hand and placed them on what seemed to be a penis.
(At this moment, I do not know for sure if male lizards have the same reproduction genitalia like us humans, but what the heck?! It was a Mutant Liz anyway!)

Rapidly, William's hands were stroking the penis vigorously, like how a testosterone-charged teenage boy would masturbate when watching his first porn video, except that now, the boy was William, but the prick belonged to the Liz. Without warning, the lizard shot a load of whit sticky substance (u-know-what) into William's gaping mouth. Subsequently, William collapsed like a heap of potatoes onto the gravel-covered ground, apparently unable to withstand the load or shock during his close encounter with the Mutant Liz.

As the Mutant Liz seemed to be enjoying his premature release of joy, the guys managed to shake themselves out of their shock and started plummeting the disgusting creature with all their might.

I was using all strength I had and pulling no punches when the Mutant Liz's reptilian tail smacked me right in the face!

I opened my eyes...daybreak...I was awake.

Modus Operandi

Intially, this blog was created for the purpose of recording the dreams that I have.

My dreams always seem to be extra vivid, with clear details and usually, albeit amazingly, come in colours.

However, it seems like I have not been very strict with myself in getting these dreams recorded.

Hence, I shall start the ball rolling by recording one of the first vivid dreams that i remember very clearly.

This dream seems to be the one dream that started the ball rolling, signalling an influx of creative and absurd dreams to appear in my crooked mind.

Hokkien-spewing Government Officials

Recently, just last week in fact, i went to St James for a night's out with the boys. It was meant to be a fun night but it was all spoilt by endless sms-ing and a 'routine check' by the CID.

It all happened when the evergreen William Scorpion was singing and then the lights slowly came on. Royston said that the speaker system was defective and got chided by us for being dumb. Scorpion then affirmed our fears.

All of a sudden, this asshole came up to me while i was innocently sipping away on my green tea (i was driving that night) and flashed his smelly wallet with his warrant card at me.

He croaked,"CID. Kia, chuk ke! (CID, let's go out)." Well if it was a blonde bombshell i'll be flattered but it was a pre-PMS man. "Teng Ki gia lai. (give me your IC)"
"Sorry i do not understand what you are talking about," i replied nonchalantly. Of which he repeated that he needed my IC in English. Giving it to him, i told him not to lose it.

The whole saga carried on with us, my table of friends, and a lot more other female-companions-deprived guys herded out to the courtyard by the cops. And they treated us like we were guilty! WHAT happened to the innocent-until-proven-guilty judicial system we have in Singapore? The cops continued barking in Hokkien like their lives depended on it.

There was this particular bespectacled idiot with his backpack on like he was going to school who was the most irritating. He asked Alvin if he had been enlisted before before but it sounded like he was asking if Alvin had been working in a bank before. Lol.

"Aye, cho guey BANK bo?" asked ASS.
"Zhey gak cho bank si mi guan hey? (What has this gotta do with working in a bank)"asked Alvin.

There was this cop who was more polite. After i told him I am a civil servant he started to treat me better. I believed he treated me better when i told him i am a Commissioned Officer and the guys were my specialists. Should have told it straight to their face up front.

Why is it that when the govt is spending our taxpayers' money on promoting Speak Good English and Mandarin Campaign, our govt officials are using Hokkien as their main form of verbal communication? Don't give me the crap that they think all paikias speak Hokkien. They should have talked to me nicely first ok. I'm willing to cooperate but these cops treated us rudely.
In any case, night spoilt by idiots.

Well, it will be a different story if it was like this!

Good women are...

I recently coined a phrase after hearing women constantly moan 'Good men are either married or gay.'

It sounds kinda extreme, but it may be true to a certain degree, as echoed by my friends after i tell them about it.

Here goes, "Good women are either dead, or have one leg in the coffin."

Before people start jumping at me for my throat, let me attempt to explain why I said that. I think of the women of old, especially my grandmother and my mum, a few aunties i know of, Margaret Thatcher and Queen Elizabeth II, when I say it. Maybe i should put it closer to home and just talk about my grandmother and mum.

My grandmother was an amazing woman. I have never hear her complaining about the numerous tasks that she has to undertake while looking after the family. The day starts early in the wee hours of the morning for my grandmother, as she will wake up earlier than my granddad and dad to prepare for their breakfast. As they are eating, she will prepare their stores before they leave for work. After they had left, my grandmother will prepare breakfast for her remaining 10 children. As they wake up one after the other, my granny will have to feed the young ones while telling off the older ones to behave at the dining table. As she sends them off one by one to school, my grandmother, with my youngest uncle in tow, will visit the market for grocery shopping.

I have never seen a woman stronger than my grandmother with my own eyes. She could hold two big plastic bags full of groceries on each of my finger and thumb while her little finger will hold a smaller one. I think of my girlfriend and I laugh…when she can’t even hold a laptop bag properly with her whole arm.

After retuning from the market, granny will go about cleaning up the whole house and preparing for lunch and dinner as the day goes by, slaughtering the chickens, ducks and sometimes crabs. She will also be busy washing the laundry, feeding the poultry and livestock and involving herself in some cottage industries to supplement the household income. She does not go to bed until it is midnight, having to tend to the children and her husband. Repeat 24/7. 365 days a year.

I salute her with both hands, forever endearing her and holding her in the highest regard.

The woman I will always love and love the most till the day I see her again in heaven.

My mum is also like my grandma. Being in a different era, my mum still epitomizes the spirit of the women of yesteryears. She juggles her work and housework admirably, and was always around to instill the high level of discipline in my brother and me, not compromising on her strictness, but compassionate and loving when needed to. She never wastes money on skincare products, excessively and ridiculously expensive and useless fashionwear and jewellery. She saves up for her own holiday and never expects my father to pay for anything that is for her own personal usage. She always believes that money should be hard-earned and one should not overspend, needless to say, credit is intolerable.

I always had high regards for the fairer sex, being brought up by two women who were like god to me. I always thought that women were amazing people, made of a different material than men, favoured by the gods. Until, I grew up and met women of the 21st Century. My, I have never been brought crashing down to Earth as hard as this before, to have a notion imbedded within me so totally demolished and overruled.

Elaborate? Let’s just say that I shan’t waste time on this for the moment. It’s time to go back to work now.