The Man on the Fence

I roaming across the streets of Singapore(I've always wanted to say something like that!) and I came alongside a bus stop which was just next to Commonwealth MRT Station.

This poster was what I came across as it was being pasted all over a nearby fence:


A4-sized poster.

Initially, I thought it was some sort of, ehm, poster for some missing dude. But then, upon closer inspection, this is what it reads:



"ATTENTION! ATTENTION! GIRLS AND LADIES!!! ESPECIALLY MALAY MUSLIM SINGLE LOADED DIVORCED WOMAN!!!IF YOU LOVE TO....."

Ehm, sorry. I know I deserve to be hit in the head, but I simply can't afford to get a camera with a better resolution! The 1.2 megapixel digital camera that came along with my phone was the next best(or at least, closest) thing I could get my hands on!

But to make things simple, the summary of the above was:

This guy(the one in the picture) who the author alleges of to be a cheater who preys on rich women that he had previously hooked up from the internet. He cheats his female victims of their money, love and sex. Thus, the author's alerting every women out there to beware of this guy lest they be cheated too. The author also claims that the cheater is skilled in black magic which he uses to charm his victims. He is also known by the author to have "...many name on chatline..." such as "...Ronnie, Saiful, Rifsky..." Last of all, the author suggests that the cheater and his wrong doings shall soon be made known to the world.


Man on the green fence.

As I was reading the above, there came two strange men standing opposite my direction reading the similar article:


Men trying to get rid of the evidence.

They were strange in a sense that I they were attempting to peel off and destroy one of the poster pasted on the fence. The moment they realized that there was something strang about this young lady across their direction(that is me) trying to do some funny things to them(taking their pictures), they immediately paused their activities and pretended to be reading the poster instead.


Damn old dude blocking my view.


Getting closer.

I tried going to the other side of the fence for their front shot, but they slipped outta my lens(camera lens) when their bus arrived. I suspect that one of them was that guy on the green fence... Hmmm...

For such situation, I wouldn't know what to say. I mean, I don't know. Let's wait and see if this Rifsky or whatever-sky guy is gonna hit the headline. If he's done it, I hope Karma will soon knock on his door for I believe in the belief of retribution. What goes around, comes around. Or simply, you reap what you sow.

Sometimes, I do not understand the workings behind a man's mind. What exactly was he looking out for when he decided to made a fool out of a woman's love and body. Is it that fun?

Sexuality issues, I assume. It's worse in this Asian society. Women could hardly be on par with men.

Or is it that cheating a woman's feelings marks the conquest of obtaining her body. Perhaps, it could even be that men do not run the risk of getting pregnant after countless rounds of sexual intercourse.

However, in my Asian society, the most possible reason lies in the issue of chasity. In most part of Asia, virgin women = good. Non-virgin women = bad. But for the men, it doesn't matter. Thus, nobody would point their finger at a man and say that he's promiscuous just because he has got a colourful sex life. However, it isn't the same if a woman does the same. She's be considered a slut. Thus, men doens't have to be responsible with their sex life. They'd sleep with anyone who they're pleased to as promoted by these Asian values.

Neat.

If I'd get to choose what to be in my next life, I'd be a guy.

The Dawn and Recap

It's Monday again but the blues ain't back this morning. To be frank, I haven't been feeling this great in a dawn since years ago. The reason behind it? I slept at 3am last night.

Don't laugh.

It's been long since I could sleep at 3am, ya know? The rest of nights, my eyes are just all-wide until sunrise. In another word, I'm suffering from serious insomia.

Let's recap what's been cooking since last Friday. On Friday, I met up with me class and had a rehersal for the upcoming play. Then, with the Scripters, went to Holland Village's Party World to get some props and stage make-ups. Did some hushies-hushies(hushing it for now) at Jun Kang's house. Boy, that guy was an ass.

I was told by him that his house was just a stone's throw away from Holland V and all we need is just a little walk to get there. Yet, when we went there on Friday, I found out that that stone was actually thrown by a professional Olympian Shot Put Gold Medalist; it was friggin' far from Holland V. Darn far I tell ya.

Moral of the story: Jun Kang's defination of a distance's far and near varies greatly from ours.

After doing the hushies-hushies with the Scripters, went off with Anthony Leo Fernandes(cool name) to meet-up with the old mates. And before we did, we sat on the ground of a random location.

Ant: See, I've already prepared myself for such occasion.
Me: What occasion?
Ant: Go out with you, comfirm must sit on the floor.
Me: Got meh?
Ant: Then you tell me lah, when was the time that we went out and didn't sit on the floor?
Me: Ehmm...

Then, met up with Ching Fang, Cowen and Hong Kai at Orchard and proceeded to Cineleisure. Ate at that Japanese Restaurant and I never will fail to meet an acquaintance or two while at that place. First, Wencui. Second, Wei Jie. Third, Paul Twohill. o.O



After dining, we did the usual stuffs we did, like stoning, crapping and stoning. Then, we shifted the activities at the front door of Cineleisure, blocking a hell load of people who's rushing and on their way into the buidling. Thus, we again, relocated to the nearby Kopitiam and took up the seats without ordering any food.



Being with my old mates sure makes me forget about the world and assume that we're the only living being in this planet.

Why am I glazing into your glassy eyes all so recently?

Ghostly Encounter @ The Lift

Amitābha, I've had an encounter today, the spiritual ones. And I ain't talking about those spiritual encounters with Virgin Mary on a toast.























I'd be glad if that were to really happen. It'd at least fetch me a SGD5000. But what happened today, ain't gonna worth my celebration.

How it all started:

4pm, lesson dismissal. Classroom situated at the third storey of the block. Chloe and I left before everyone else did(we're always the first to arrive, the first to leave). Then, we headed to the nearest lift situated within this block and took it.

The horror:

Chloe hit the lift button and the door closed while we were happily chatting about random stuffs. Nothing seemed wrong. Not until I've noticed that it's been taking us almost forever to reach the ground floor. Usually, it takes mere 10-15 seconds to get to level 1 from level 3 and that 15 seconds had already passed as we spoke.

Then, I spotted on the screen that we were still at level 3. Chloe noticed that too after I've pointed it out to her. She started hitting on the level 1 button continuously. The lift resumed moving again.

All of a sudden, it stopped with a violent jerk. And the problem is, the lift stopped right at level 2 when it wasn't supposed to! When I say it wasn't supposed to, I don't mean that it stopped at that storey when we didn't hit the number 2 button. The lift wasn't programmed to take at level 2 at all!

After that violent jerk, it remained stationery for a few seconds before it brought us back to level 3 again. Chloe then, dragged me along and walked very swiftly back to the classroom where we had just left.

Guess what? I used to love to joke about re-enacting that particular spine chilling scene from "The Eye(《见鬼》)". The one with the lead actress spotting Grandpy in a lift?

And it turned out that Grandpy wasn't human.



Gosh, it came true to us to a certain extent. Creepy.

As to why would I say that this is a ghost encounter would be, because... Let's say I have my ways with things. The only event which I'm glad to have not happend was that the door of the lift didn't open when it stopped at level 2. If it did, I'm so not wondering and looking forward to know who we shall meet at that level.

Ju-on Boy?



Leatherface?


















Patrick?














Woosh. The third one is true horror.

Temptation

"Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart." - William Shakespeare

Indeed, the scum of my heart had been brought up.

Temptations are indeed, hard to resist. Especially when your predicament provides you the perfect alibi to succumb to it.

Failure of Adam and Eve's resistance against temptation.

My dear, I fear.

My fall, to thy near.

小心有报应！

前几天就做了个恶梦，有了个不祥的预兆。不是我平时不做恶梦。而是此次梦里梦见了我讨厌的人。

今天搭巴士的路途中果然遇见了位我最不想看见的人。

犯贱的女人。

我们在“聊天”的整个过程里，她这贱女人老在我伤口上撒盐。请不要告诉我说她是无意的。近来在我身上所发生的事只有几个人得知。肯定是有人通风报信她才得知这一切。真不明白我到底与你结了什么仇恨。

不过，我还得恭喜你现在过得还那么幸福，那么快乐。我到想看看这老天到底有没有眼，让你嚣张到何时！

幸灾乐祸之者必有报应。

Chong Pang BBQ

Used to be located at the centralized area where all budget seafood restaurants gathered, Chong Pang BBQ Buffet Steamboat had since relocated to 153 Boon Keng Road when that area, Marina Bay, was decentralized(due to I.R project).




Chong Pang BBQ Buffet Steamboat at 153 Boon Keng Road.

On top of that, the prize had increased from the previous $13 per meal, per person to the current $16 per person, per meal. This $16 included free flow of drinks per meal, per person contrary to the $13 charge previously which lacked this offer.




There's even complimentary TV show airing throught your dinind experience.

The environment was okay. But it somehow lacked the ämbēäns which was present during my dining experience at Marina Bay. You know, those of coziness, heatiness and sweatiness.




Halal?

A "no pork, no lard" sign could be sighted below the "Chong Pang" sign. But a "Halal Certified" certificate was definitely not spotted by me.

But there, during my feasting time, I had definitely observed a very damned bloody incident going on:

Being a seafood lover myself, I frequently went back and forth from my seat to the buffet area to top-up my many repeated servings of clams and mussels for my own consumption. I was rather baffled by the many empty mussel shells without fleshes being left on the buffet dish as there wasn't any trace of mussel flesh near in sight. As in, it didn't seem like an unitentional occurance.

Until, I spotted this lady who appeared(superficially, only) to be cultured and well-mannered through her sense of dressing. By the sight of her genuine hand-carried Louis Vuitton bag, I suppose she was rather well-off financially. Little would I expect that the unsolved case of the missing mussel fleshes was a direct result driven by her action.

SHE, was literally using tongs to remove the fleshes away from the mussels themselves. After the removal process, she gluttonously placed every tiny wee bits of the fleshes on her plate, leaving the shells intact within the buffet dish.

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KNNBCCB, YOU FCUKING FATHER-FCUKER. YOUR FUCKING MOTHER NEVER FCUKING TEACH YOU NOT TO FCUKING EAT WHILE BEING FCUKING CONSIDERATE DURING A FCUKING BUFFET AH?!

Besides the disgust her actions had brought, it had also resulted in the many undesirable consequences to other mussels-loving-customers who were unlucky enough to be eating with her under the Chong Pang BBQ Buffet Steamboat roof at the same time.

Firstly, the kitchen crew did not refill the mussels as they thought that there were still plenty consumable amount of them left for the customers. No, I'm not saying it's their fault. I mean, they serve a hell load of customer throughout each day and they will not be able to tell there wasn't any more damn meat inside the damn shells. Because, it had been left there as though they were untouched!

Thus, no mussels for the rest of the day.

Then, while she was doing her pickings and pluckings, she took up all the time in the world. At that time, she was holding onto the only tongs left the vicinity of the seafood section. Me and the other customers had to wait for the bitch to do all her acts before we even get to pick other stuffs.

Most of all, she had caused extreme condemnation towards her existence as a fellow human being by the witnesses of her immorality. And one of the those within the angry mob was namely, ME.

FCUKING BITCH, I HOPE THAT WHENEVER SHE EATS SEAFOOD, SHE WOULD BE CHOKED TO DEATH BY THEM. SHE SHALL, TOO, BE FORCED TO SWALLOW ALL THE EMPTY MUSSEL SHELLS SHE HAD LEFT ON THE BUFFET DISH DURING HER AFTERLIFE IN HELL!

I went there and paid $16 to enjoy my meal in contentment. I bet every single one of them who went Chong Pang did wish the same as me. But your actions had caused every single seafood lover distress during the course of their meal.

Bitch, we all paid for the same amount of money for this meal, no more nor less. So what or who the fcuk gave you the authority to do such self-centered acts in the presence of beings who are of equal status to you. Would it be such killier-task to just bring back the shells of the mussels along with the flesh to your table for your consumption? Are the shells to heavy for you to carry? To make it worse, you and your companies sat so damn fcuking close to the buffet dishes, specifically the one which held the mussels. Will you be crippled to even walk such short distance repeatedly?

No offence. but there was indeed one handicapped man who was present on the day I went for my food. He was sitting on a wheelchair. Yet, he was able to make frequent rountines back and forth to the buffet dishes without any help of others.

YOU DAUGHTER OF A WHORE WHO MAKES FELLOW HUMAN FEELS AHAMED OF BEING A HUMAN!

Notheless, I will still suggest people going to Chong Pang for their steaming sessions, if you know what I mean. Heehee. The service was family like, very. The speed of them "reloading" their food is swift(except for mussels which wasn't their fault), making Seoul Garden ashamed of themself.

Anyways, do try their Sesame Chicken and Pepper Chicken. Don't forget their curry. mussels and clams! They are great! Their variety of buffet dishes has also decreased a damn lot. They left out the Tom Yum Chicken which was one of my favourite which was avaible previously at Marina Bay.

=(



The mussels I've eaten that day stacks up to 2 rolls of toilet paper.

Oh, and by the way, Chong Pang is moving again. I heard that it was because the land that they are situated in is JTC's land and that JTC wants it back. New address with effect from mid July is as follows:

11 Lorong Lew Lian
Singapore 536493

Kissing prawns, aww...

Well, see you there! No, this wasn't a paid ad by them. I simply adore eating at Chong Pang, especially the mussels! ^^

My Miseries

I'm feeling miserable now.

I lost my phone pouch which was given by my Piggy on my Birthday.

I lost my most beloved earpiece which double as a radio antenna for my mobile phone.

I lost 2 days' lesson because I'm sick.

I'm feeling miserable.

Why do I keep losing things?!

To buy back an exact earpiece cost $30. The exact phone pouch $1.20. 2 days' lesson, priceless.

Even if I'm able to buy back that two items, the new items would be inferior in its sentimental value. At least not for the earpiece.

But it costs a whopping $30!

I have already spent $60 on medical bills this week, all thanks to my bronchitis which is acting up again. The bill don't stop there, I have to go back for follow-ups. Don't forget to count in that $325.32 I've spent last week on medical bills too.

I'm fucking depress now. Nothing seems to be working out. I even forgot my point of living. I want my earpiece, I want a new earpiece, I just need an earpiece which comes with radio antenna function.

But I can't afford it.

I knew I saw my handphone puch lurking around the corners of my house. I just can't seems to spot it ever again.

That 2 days' lessson have to be heavily relied on classmates, whom I have difficulty trusting and asking.

I can't seems to concentrate in anything that I'm doing.

Fuck, I'm feeling miserable.

I suspect...

I suspect... she's in love with him...

And I doubt that I could be wrong.

Let's sit back and watch the drama unfold, or not.