I made SO cry!

We were watching having dinner in front of the TV and I was telling SO about my phone call with my mother this afternoon.

Mother had this Indian lady friend who was being evicted from her home cos her husband squandered away money instead of paying for their housing loan. And as such, they had to move to a smaller flat.

And she had these 2 dogs. A partially blind poodle, which my mother gave her many years ago. The poodle wasn't blind then. It developed catarats due to old age.

And then the friend also had this 3 year old shi tzu bitch .

Well, this dog has some skin problems and her owner has never brought her down for walks. NEVER.

And as this indian friend was not that well off, she could not afford to bring the dog to the vet for its skin problems. And she fed her dogs rice and vegetables.

So I asked if SO wanted to adopt her. The shi tzu. She was obedient and she peed on papers. And she's not naughty or mischievous!

And then there was this silence when I was telling SO this.

I turned around and saw that his eyes were red and he was tearing!!

Somehow, he was sadden by this information!

But the thing is....well, this was NOT the first time I was telling him about the Shi Tzu!

I told him about the dog a few times last year and this time he was crying?

He said it was so sad.

So I asked him, what's so sad about the dog? I told him about the dog before .....many times.

He said it was sad that the shi tzu is going to be homeless after the family is evicted.

I asked him...So? What's there to cry about?

And he called me a cold, heartless BITCH!!!

Frankly, what's there to cry about? If he had cried or tear up during the very first time I told him about the dog, I wouldn't be surprised. But this is the countless time!

So, yeah, we are adopting the Shi Tzu.

Why not? We got the space and we can afford to feed her well and bring her to the vet for her skin problems.

And so yeah....a new bitch is coming to this home soon.

Remembering Daniel

It has been about 6 years (2003?) since Daniel passed on.

As usual, I was looking forward to the obituary page for his death anniversary notice.

Frankly, I am not sure it would be there this year.

I saw it in the papers on the 1st 3 or 4 years after his death. And then when the death anniversay fell on weekends during the past few years, there wasn't any memorial notices.

This year, the day fell on a weekday.

I opened the papers. It wasn't there.

Had Daniel loved one forgottten him after so many years?

Hmmmm....I am sure I am not the only one who remembered Daniel. He got friends!

SO said that he dun believed in placing all these memorial notices in the papers during all these death anniversaries. He said there is no point in doing so cos he felt that remembering some one so openly and publicly is a bit fake and hypocritical.

He said that remembering someone did not need putting an ad in the papers, you just remember them in your heart.

Frankly, I think it's his crap. That bitch is just too lazy to do so.

It is easy to talk and pay lip service. The time, effort and money spent in putting an death memorial ad in the papers cannot simply be dismissed or denied.

So I can forget about an anniversary ad in the papers after I died.

Oh well!

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This song, Daniel by Wilson Philips reminded me of Daniel everything I hear it,

A must watch move about Death

Went to watch the Japanese movie "Departures" today at GV.

I had heard some rather good reviews about this "death" movie. About how it was almost full house on weekdays afternoons when most movies play to empty halls. Heard about the laughter in the first part of the movie and the tears of the audience that flowed towards the end of the movie.

And I was truly intrigued! I really wanted to see people walking out of cinemas, eyes red, crying after a movie. That I have never seen!

So I dragged SO, who normally dun like foreign films, to the cinemas. Not our usual chain of movie theatres, which offered a 50% discount on the 2nd movie ticket on Sunday, simply by flashing our handphone operator logo.

We paid for 2 full price weekend tickets! And that's a rarity! That's how much we wanted to watch this movie!



"Departures" was truly one of the best shows I have seen this year ...so far. Even better than "Push" of 2 weeks ago or even "Watchmen" last week. Those were 2 truly boring movies!

Frankly, the story of the "Departures" was so simple and there were no great special effects or drama. The movie captured the audience with the subject of death.

This musician, Daigo Kobayashi (Masahiro Motoki) became unemployed after the symphony orchestra he was working for, disbanded. So he moved back to his hometown with his wife.

There he cluelessly took on the job of that of the ceremonial “encoffination” (is there even such a word?) of corpses prior to cremation.

And from there and then Daigo developed "a deep respect for life in all its variations, and a profound empathy for people trying to make peace with the finality of death". (as quoted from the official movie website)

There was this scene in the movie where an old lady was about to be cremated and her adult son wanted to watch his mother's cremation. And as she was cremated in the furnace (not actually shown), the son was crying and calling out to his mother.

I turned to my side and I saw SO crying. Softly. Eyes red, trying to control his tears. And I am sure that quite a few audience in the cinema were tearing softly too. That's how emotional it was.

Well, as for me, yeah, I did felt the sadness and there were times when I was very near to tears. Especially when the living bade farewell to the dead. But I held myself back. It was difficult.

It was a really touching movie, worthy of the Oscar foreign film award 2009. The show had its great moments of brilliance, comic and sadness and at about 2 hours and 30 mins (150 mins total) felt just right.

And when the movie finally ended, well, the audience seemed reluctant to leave.

Normally when movies ended, audience would just rushed out. But not for this movie.

We were only of those who left after the end credits rolled for about 3 minutes. I think that quite a few of the audience were too embarrassed to be seen with red eyes and eyes tearing. So as the final credits rolled, they just sat there, trying to get over a hold over themselves.

After the movie, I confronted SO about his tears and that Bitch simply denied it. He simply refused to talk about it. He said it never happened. He claimed that he never cried. And then he gave a sheepish, guilty laugh.

Well, I am sure the movie touched quite a few people.

To me, it's sad, but not that sad. But yet, this is one of the sadder movies I have watched so far. I think few movies are this sad. But for a movie, dealing with the sensitive subject of death, sadness and tears are to be expected. All of us can identified with Death.

After all, all of us have to die some time or another. No one is truly immortal. And I am sure, we all knew someone who had passed away, be it a friend, a family, a relative or someone we know etc.

I rate this movie a 8.5 out of 10! A must watch! Especially when there is this surge of stupid movies this time of the year like "Street fighter - Chun li" and "Dragon ball revolution".

And when "Departures" the VCD or DVD comes out, I am going to get my hands on a copy.

3 months performance bonus!

Hurray!

SO announced that he has received news that he would received about 3 months performance bonus on the 24 of March!

And since I am working as his Ministry of Home Affairs, I would get the same pro-rated bonus as him.

His grade this year is B, I think.

Last year, his grade was A, and he got about 4 months bonus.

And then some time last year, his boss called him in. He was told that for his ranking, he was the 2nd highest paid.

He was given a grade A for his appraisal cos he was in charge of an important project last year. And this year, he just had to maintain that project, hence no grade A.

His boss said that they could not give him a grade A every year though there was he did not slack in his job performance. His boss said the organisation would not afford to give him A every year. He also said that it would not be fair to the other staff.

Well, SO was a bit pissed about it when he was told that. He felt that then this would not be a true reflection appraisal of his work performance for the past year.

But then, 3 months performance is better than 2 months or even one month. Or nothing!
Frankly, in these times of recession, I am just glad that he is even getting more than 2 months performance bonus.

And we are going to save most of that bonus!

Oh yeah, SO just said he would give me only 2 months bonus, cos I overspend at the IT fair.

Oh well!

Honours grad supervise grass cutting

Read this from a forum I frequent sometimes. Not linking to the actual posts in the forum cos I am not promoting the forum and also cos I dun really like that forum.

The thread starter is some one with a honors degree whose core job responsibilities is supervising grass cutting.

Frankly, SO was in a similar position. And now he is senior management! So he's probably the boss of the boss of the boss of someone like thread starter.

And SO has been in the job for over 14 years. And he has only low class honors. Oops! Lower class honors.

Frankly, the TS is a bit pathetic.

Sometimes it depends on one's perspectives. Whether one sees the job as a challenge or a chore. For example, if the boss gives you a project, do you whine "Gosh, more work, more overtime!!" or do you see it as a opportunity to learn something new or that the project is given to you cos the boss thinks you can do it well?

Figure it out.



I got more to say about this when I am not sick, so come back a few days later....


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Wetcalamari

Mar 4 2009, 07:43 AM

I graduated from NUS with an honors degree in 2003, and did some early work in a ministry. It was a typical admin job, preparing reports, writing minutes, etc. that didn't develop really useful professional skills.

Currently for the past 3 years I have been working in a stat board, where I .... supervise grasscutting everyday. It's a core duty. I make sure grasscutters leave grass no longer than 2 cm tall, and also ensure they empty rubbish bins daily. Needless to say, you don't need an honors degree for this. So for the past 3 years I haven't developed useful skills that are sought after in any company at all.

The thing is, I'm getting old, and with this lack of professional skills (i only have admin experience) it is very very hard to get a job that is not entry level. Most of my friends are already managers and directors, and I'm still supervising grasscutting.

What is the way out?

And do private sector jobs place more emphasis on developing useful skills in people? In my jobs so far the courses I get sent for are very generic, like 'handling difficult people', 'speed reading', 'national education', 'being a good wits suggestor', etc.

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Mar 4 2009, 07:04 PM

That's the problem. Whenever I tell people I supervise grasscutting the immediate reaction is to laugh at me, thinking I'm joking. But when they realize I'm serious they cannot believe it.

The thing is, I'm also not being developed in any useful way here,. so I don't have skills that other companies want. I was recently sent for a course in.. operating a crane! This kind of stuff is done by foreign workers and I, with an honors degree, am doing it now. It's not those PSA-type cranes. It's that small bucket thing behind a truck.

So some might say, at least it's a useful skill. Yes, if I want to be a laborer. But which company wants to pay honors degree holder pay to a laborer?

And so we have an incredible paradox here.

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Mar 5 2009, 08:14 AM

Actually, I had been looking for a new job since my 2nd week there. I sent out more than 30 applications in 2008 and only got called for 2 interviews. I realized the job sucked when on day 1 I was in the blazing sun for 5 hours. 1 month later it was still the same... 1 year later too. And it's been the same almost everyday since.

So far for 2009 I've sent out 10 applications so far, only 1 interview as of now.

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Mar 5 2009, 08:20 AM

Anyway my degree is in biology. 2nd class upper.

The rest of the people in my workplace all have diplomas in horticulture.
But the bosses didn't tell me that when I applied.

In fact the interview for my job was so difficult, you'd think it was some kind of elite position. Did 2 interviews for other positions in the same organization, didn't get past the first interview. Then months later got this interview, was interrogated about all my skills for more than an hour, spoke about my IT project management, my background in the quasi-medical field from my previous jobs, etc.

And now I supervise grasscutting and listen to complaints about leaves falling into peoples houses, cats from the wild going into their house, this tree too tall, grass too long, that tree ugly, "i don't like the color of this tree you planted", etc.

Naturally this is not my place.

SO bitten by an insect!

I just received an sms from SO that he is bitten by an insect and that he is presently in hospital.

The doc gave him a jab and asked him to be warded overnight.

My heart skipped a beat. Oh no....Not again.

This is not the first time that he was bitten by some insect and warded in hospital.

I think it happened twice already, or thrice? The last time was about 10 years ago when he was living at home. He was bitten by some creepy crawly and his father sent him to the hospital.

Anyway, this time he told the doctor that he refused to stay overnight.

I offered to go down to the hospital to meet him but the bitch simply refused, saying the doctor would review him in 2 hours time. And then he would come back.

And he asked me not to sms him anymore, cos he wanted to sleep!

I couldn't breath. My heart was heavy with worry. I wondered if the insect bite could lead to some severe allergy.

Hmmm...wondering if I should go down and surprise him at the hospital. But his colleagues are there......and he did not want me there.

I was drugged!

I think I was drugged by SO.

I have asked him but he simply denied it.

I have been sleeping more than usual. On Saturday night, I slept at about 3am and woke up on Sunday at 9am.

After breakfast, I went back to sleep from 11am to 5pm!

And all our plans for Sunday was ruined. I had planned to go to a movie but I was simply too tired.

That Sunday night, I slept at 11pm till Monday morning 6am.

And I still felt so tired.

I dun know what SO fed me but I have slept too much.

A dream of 2 doggies

Last night I had a dream of my 2 dogs.

SO and I were in this cafe and there were these 2 dogs caged right outside the cafe.

I recognise the dogs as Gin and Bell, whom in my dream, had gone missing.

A staff of the cafe was grooming the dogs, trimming their fur, bathing them etc.

So I asked SO to go over and ask how much they cost.

The response was $60 and $70. And I was thinking in my dream, so cheap.

However, SO was like this miser, saying that they are our dogs in the first place so why should we pay?

I was like, just pay for Gin. It's only 70 bucks.

So we got back Gin. She had gone from a silvery ashy silky to a poofy poodle. Well, in my dream, I know it was absurd and I remembered thinking, she turned white out of fear.

We were going to leave Bell in the cafe but after thinking over, decided to buy him also.

He got epilepsy and I dun think he would last long with any new owners. They would probably put him to sleep once he started foaming and twitching.

End of dream.

During the duration of the dream, I was turning and tossing in bed, moaning. Yeah, I was aware it was a dream and yet it felt so real. I woke up at about 4 am this morning and could not go back to sleep any more.

Manila virus

SO spread the Manila virus to me.

I shared a moon cake with SO on sunday and we both used the same knife to eat the mooncake.

And by evening, my throat was all raw and dry and scratchy!

I thought that the bitch had recovered from his bout of flu virus he contacted in Manila and now he had spread the virus to me.

I was so tired these few days, sleeping more than usual.And after these few days of sore throat, I have been feeling better.

Now I would think twice before I share food with the bitch.

He is so contagious. Some weeks back, he spread this high fever to me. I had laid in bed for days, too sick even to move.

Do you want to scatter your ashes into the sea?

SO and I had a discussion about this a few months before this article was published.

We were talking about how we wanted our remains to be disposed of when we die.

He wanted his ashes somewhere where there is greenery and plants. He said that he definitely did not want his ashes scattered to the sea.

To him, the sea is this dark deep place.

We seldom go out to the beach or somewhere near the sea. The sea to us is this deep, vast place. A great unknown.

I told him that he wouldn't be conscious or aware by then and that the body then is just a cast off shell.

He refused, saying that he just did not like the idea. He was terrified of his ashes being scattered at the sea.

I have threatened to scatter his ashes to the sea when he died. And he countered threatened me that he would haunt me forever, if I did so.

Frankly, I also did not want my ashes to be scattered to the sea. I would preferred my ashes to be scattered or buried beneath some tree or plant.

I did not know if that is possible here.

Otherwise, I would like my ashes in a Columbarium, facing some greenery, with SO' s ashes by my side.

I wonder if any one would visit?

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The Straits Times
25 Aug 2008

More opting to scatter ashes at sea

Numbers growing in last two years; pragmatic reasons cited for practice

By Diana Othman & Kimberly Spykerman

MR RONNIE Ho arrives at the Changi Ferry Point bearing a simple white urn. In it are the ashes of his aunt, Madam Fang Lun, who died in 1987 and whose cremated remains had thus far been stored at Mount Vernon Columbarium.

When her only son Ricky Gah died recently and had his ashes scattered off the Changi coast, Mr Ho decided to do the same for her to reunite her with him. He is among a growing number of Christians and followers of Chinese religions here who are giving this kind of final resting place to their kin.

The numbers are not known but funeral service companies say the number of requests for ash-scattering at sea has gone up in the last two years.

In Singapore, this has long been practised by Hindus such as the Kandiahs, who allowed The Straits Times to accompany them out to sea. They were on their way to scatter the remains of their father Subapathy Kandiah, who died at 101. The family's youngest son S. K. Singam, 54, said: 'This is the traditional Hindu last rite we want to do for our father.'

Muslims bury their dead.

Mr Ho, when asked why he was not moving his aunt's ashes to another columbarium or keeping it at home instead, was realistic. He said doing either obliges descendants to visit during Qing Ming, the Chinese festival to honour the dead, and future generations may not do so.

He said: 'Relatives may visit the first, second, third or fourth years, but after the fifth and sixth, no more... What's the point of troubling people?'

As a Christian, he believes the body is just a shell for the soul, which returns to God upon death. He has decided that he too, will have his ashes scattered at sea. He and his wife have no children. He also had a pragmatic reason for his choice: 'There's no point for the dead to fight for space with the living. It's a waste of land and resources.'

Singapore Casket told The Straits Times that, where requests for ash- scattering at sea came once to thrice a month two years ago, it was now arranging for this rite more than 10 times a month.

A spokesman said: 'People choose ash-scattering mainly to make it convenient for the next generation. When the ashes are scattered, they do not have to keep visiting to offer prayers.'

Another funeral service company, Funeral Solutions, now does six or seven ash-scattering rites every month, which contribute to about a third of its business, said its owner Teo Chin Li who, at 20, is reportedly the youngest funeral director here.

It did just nine sea services in 2006, its first year, and 40 last year. It did 40 in the first seven months of this year alone.

Marketing agency owner Angela Sim, 32, fulfilled her cancer-stricken mother's wish to have her ashes scattered. She said her mother had felt it was a waste of time for her family to have to visit the columbarium: 'She said to just put up a photo of her at home and think of her because, at the end of the day, it does not matter if we are in an urn or a coffin. What matters is how people remember us and the memories of the life we make.'

Others who take the option of ash- scattering also see the rite as symbolic of 'freeing' the spirit of the deceased, and that it helps bring closure to the death.

Families will not have tangible remains of their loved ones, but some do head out to the spot on, say, the anniversary of the death to toss flowers into the sea.

Funeral companies' packages, which include collecting the ashes from the crematorium, prayers and a boat charter, cost about $300; if a meal is catered on board a more luxurious vessel, the bill can run into the thousands.

Most people stick to smaller boats berthed in Changi and Sembawang. Boatmen who used to ferry sun-seekers to Pulau Ubin and Pengerang in Johor now get the bulk of their business from taking people to their final resting places. For between $60 and $100, they ferry families of up to 12 to places up to 1 km from shore, near Pulau Ubin and Pulau Tekong.

Boat-charter company CKL Motor Boat takes families to waters off Katong and Tanjong Rhu from Marina South Pier.

But the Maritime and Port Authority of Singapore, which regulates the disposal of ashes at sea here, has some rules - even if they are usually not enforced:

# Ashes should only be disposed 2.8km south of Pulau Semakau;

# Only the ashes should be cast into the water. Urns or containers should not, because the piling up of urns on the sea bed will reduce water depth; also, urns have been known to float to the surface and be washed ashore.

Good bye my friend

Some days back, I rediscovered the re-surfacing of the profile of Is.

Is had been a friend for over 10 years. In fact, in the beginning, he was some sort of my hmm...suitor? We were sort of heading that way soon after we met, cos I suppose we really did like each other and had similar intentions then.

But things did not quite work out as he often worked late on weekdays and he worked full days on weekends. We seldom had the chance to meet then. On weekends, after his work was over, he hang out with his cousins.

He was rather slow in going after me and by that time, I had knew SO. SO was faster and more attention giving, not to mention more aggressive. In the end, I chose SO over Is.

Is and I drifted aparted over time. And he got himself a steady partner.

Some years back, we met in a music store and sort of reconnected. He knew I was attached and I knew he was attached. We were friends after that.

He used to call me a few times a day some years back. That was the peak. He would called me over the slightest thing. However, there were no romantic feelings between us.

In fact, we even discussed opening a business together.

Over time, he was consumed with work and gymming. He had taken up gymming as a sport and was soon going there everyday.

And one day, the daily phone calls just stopped. But we still exchanged sms on birthdays and festive holidays.

The last time I met him was 2 years ago. Just after my eyelid surgery. We had a nice short chat and that was the last time I saw him.

I still sms him on his birthdays and christmas. In fact, I even send him cards on those occasions.

But last year, he stopped smsing me. I sort waited all day on christmas, expecting him to sms me.And he didn't. I had to sms him to get a response.

A few days ago, I chanced upon his profile, which he had deleted some months back. Immediately I send him a message saying,"How's you, boss?"

And his response was just "????"

What the fuck do you mean by ???

So I sent him another message online, So do you remember me?

And he never responded back. Not after 4 days. Even when he logged in a few times since then.

THAT bitch totally ignored my message!

I was fucking hurt! Really really hurt...

So today, I just sent him this message. Signed off with my real name.

Hmm.I must have offended you somehow for you to ignore my messages. I really thot you were my friend.

Never mind. I would not waste your time any longer. I would NOT contact you again.
Cheers and have a good life and all the best to your business and life.
XXXX


Well, I did not know if he had really failed to recognise me or that he had already given up on me as a friend.

If he had given up on me as a friend, I also did not want to hold on to something that was no longer there.

If he had, I do not know what to say except good bye my friend. It has been nice knowing you all these years.

Coughing SO

SO had been coughing and coughing since he had returned from the Philippines.

He started with a bad cough on the first day there, after consuming heaty food there like beef and fried stuff.

He recovered on the 2nd day after taking some cough drops. But then on the 3rd day, he started coughing again. And it was raining quite heavily on the last day he was there. In fact, there was even talks of a typhoon passing through.

And now that he's back, he has lost his voice and started coughing again.

That bitch has refused to see a doctor and he dun think it was dengue fever or whatever.

Airport to send SO off

Lights out!

I woke out this morning in darkness. It was about 6 am plus.

I slept with the lights on since a few years ago. SO dun mind cos he can sleep anywhere, through anything. Lights on or not.

And so every night, we slept with the lights on. Not bright white lights but cosy yellow lights.

And this morning, I woke up in darkness, terrified.

I barked and kicked at SO in panic. Where's the lights? On the lights, now!

He grumbled and rolled out of bed, saying, it's about 6 am plus, the day is dawning and daylight is streaming in soon.

I said I dun care, just on the lights! NOW!

I am terrified of sleeping without lights. Ever since a few years ago.

I was then renting a place with SO. The place was a 2 room apartment and the owner would come back and prayed on the 1st and 15th of every month. To his ancestors.

One night as I was sleeping alone, (SO had gone home), I felt a presence on top of me. It had the form of a man. I was terrified. I thought there was a break-in.

The whole place was in darkness, and I felt the man on top pressing hard on me. I couldn't breathe or move. I was paralysed with fear. I thought the guy was going to kill me. I tried to scream but no words came out of my mouth.

Finally, I started to pray and I was overcome with anger! And finally with a shout, I broke free and rushed to on the lights.

There was no one there. It was NOT nightmare, it was sleep paralysis.

But the fear felt so real. The presence on top of me felt so real. So heavy.

A friend who had a similar experience said he believed it was ghosts or spirits. He said he was haunted by a guy, who regularly climbed on top of him while he was sleeping.

It was creepy.

Before the incident, I did not quite believe in such things. But now I do.

From then on, I slept with the lights on. Every night. Every single night since then.

SO new hair

SO colored his hair on Monday.

His old hair color was this light brown blondish parts with lots of white stray hairs sticking out. Frankly, it looked more like stiff barbed light brown copper wires. Really awful, really fake and well ugly.

And his mother thought so too and told him over the weekend when he went home.

I have been telling him that for weeks and he has been practically ignoring what I said. But when his mama said so, it's suddenly golden advice. From trash to gold.

Now his hair is dark brownish that it is almost black. The new color took 5 years off and he looked much younger. The color he used was a new brand, Palette. And color was Middle Brown, 4-0.

Normally, we would share a bottle of hair color and color our hair together. My color always turned out better and more lasting. And his would after a few weeks, turned out to be like brown copper wires with fine white wires in between. Always.

But this time, he colored it by himself. Without even blinking. Even when I said I was tired and suggested coloring it another day. He just wanted to color it that very day and he couldn't wait.

I went for my nap and when I woke up 2 hours later, his hair was darker. Very much darker.

He went to work with a new hair color the next day. The first day, no one noticed. But today, the 2nd day, he messaged me to say that his colleagues said they preferred his old hair color. The copper wires.

So I asked him, Are your colleagues flaming transvestites? Why else would they prefer really fake looking copper hair?

I still think this new dark color is more suitable and compatible to him. It is more natural and made him looked younger. The old color made him looked like a old faggot or auntie.

That bitch is still not that used to the new color. He preferred his old copper wires.

I told him to wait till his mama sees it next week. She would be elated and jumped for joy!

Bitten by the SOB

The son of the bitch(SO), Bell bit me on my foot today.

Bell was not in a good mood. He was snappish. SO had carried him earlier and he tried to bite the bitch!

And we were all watching TV. And I was stroking Bell with my feet, as usual, when that son of the bitch bit me! On the foot.

The mouth of a maltese is not very big but it was big enough to bite me. I felt the teeth marks on both sides of my feet!

That SOB! He has been getting from bad to worse. Ever since Gin died about 2 months back more, Bell has been getting more naughty. He has been following me around more, like my shadow.

And today he bit me, although he had not drawn blood.

And that BITCH was laughing away!

SO family going places

SO's mother is going for her eye consultation today morning at Tan Tock Seng and SO is accompanying her there.

I think she got cataracts or something. In fact, SO is not even sure what sort of problems she is having.

And SO's brother is going to Paris today! That lucky bastard!

He is a financial adviser with an insurance company and he gets to travel to Paris.

SO is so envious. He has not travelled anywhere in an airplane. Just like me.

But next week, he is going Philippines for work! And he would be gone for 4 days.

I have asked him to take loads of photos!

About CC

CC is a close friend of SO. And this is his revelation on life as indicated online.

Frankly,what can I say but wished him the best in his choice of pursue of happiness. We just didn't quite expect it, though we were suspecting it.

And did I forget to mention that CC is fugly? (fugly means fucking ugly)

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2006-01-18 23:33:57

about life...

hv u ever thought of why u r in this planet? for whatever reason it is, according to yr religion and beliefs, u hv to continue yr life...

life is a matter of choices... u can choose to b happy or unhappy... so choose to b happy... to b happy, follow yr heart and do what u like n love to do... only when u r happy, yr life is worth living...

why m i saying all these? it is becos i hv experienced it and i know better what i want to do in life...

i m actually living in a closet in the straight society... i m absolutely straight looking and is quite easy to get along with... all this while, i shared with many ppl about anything in life, but i always regret that i cant share with them abt my sex orientation... becos i dont want to affect my life out there... i believe u know what i mean...

all this while, i like guys but i can only take a glance or a discreet look at them... i dont feel good abt it... recently, i unintentionally came into this gay/bisexual circle through a website and felt excited abt it... i got hooked onto the site and subsequently more involvement in other sites too, including fridae.

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SO is a potential killer litterer

SO just came back from walking Bell. He had just received a letter from town council, stating that their officers had conducted a routine check and found out that some of his potted plants placed on the parapet wall were potential killer litter. Gasp!

The letter also asked him to remove the plants immediately.

The offending plant, which I thought was placed too high on the parapet wall and that it could topple over when the wind blows.

Frankly, SO was not pleased. He said that he dun think the plants placed there are potential killer litter. He also said that some of the neighbours 's objects are more potential killer.

So the bitch said that he is going to call them and complain.

Frankly, I normally dun care what he did with his plants. Eh, I am not the type who is into greenery. I dun even give a second look at all the plants he placed outside the corridor.

Well, what can I say? This is not the first time, he got such a warning letter from town council. The previous time he got a similar letter, his plants were hanging in the ceiling along the corridor.

Yeah....I would make him remove them. The penalties of killer litter are too heavy to bear.

• If they fail to comply with a written notice to remove objects placed in a dangerous manner. If convicted, they are liable to a maximum fine of $2,000. If they do not remove the object after the conviction, they are liable to a further fine of $100 per day for as long as the offence continues.

• Residents who are convicted under the Penal Code for an offence relating to throwing of killer litter are liable to a maximum fine of $1,000/- or a maximum jail term of 2 years, or both.

• HDB may also compulsorily acquire the Home Ownership flat or terminate the tenancy of the rental flat.

Below are some photos taken by SO on what he thought was dangerous killer litter. In fact, he thought that these were even more dangerous than his plants.


The alter was fixed to the metal piece on the wall. The offerings were not. So when the wind blows......






Pots and pots of plants placed dangerously near the parapet wall.


More plants near the parapet wall.

Oh yah, I thought my neighbours' plants looked so ugly! They blocked the footpath, and were simply an eyesore! And they just looked so cluttered! Yucks!

Hmmm.....wondering if all these residents also did received the letter from town council asking them to remove their plants near the wall. Or was SO the only one?

And SO has removed his offending plants but he said he is calling town council cos he wanted to know how different was his situation from the other residents killer litter.

SO's dinner - fish and veggie

This was SO's dinner as cooked by his mama.

Home cooked meal but frankly, it looked simply unappetising!

Personally, it's not quite my standard. Looking at it made me lose my appetite.

And she liked to cook using metal plates cos it's easy. And look at her taste of plastic table cloth.
So cheesy! So retro!

Anyway, SO dun like fish. Just like my father.

My mother told me recently that my own father dun like to eat fish. A fact that I didn't know until recently.

Fancy choosing a fellow like my dad who does not like fish. What are the odds?

Anyway, SO only ate half the fish and implored his mother never to cook fish again. His mother is now perplexed as to what to cook for dinner next few weeks.

SO's phobia for fish originated from his grandparents who were fish mongers. He developed the fear since childhood cos his grandparents and their home always smelled so fishy!