August 27th, 2010
I WISH… #06
My lungs had better capacity and efficiency… 
August 26th, 2010
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Too angry to put my feelings into words. Been containing the majority of it for too long. Feel a raging tempest inside me. If If I were to unleash it, it will be another episode that happened many years ago. Perhaps I should do something soon. Before I conclude this post, I want to say,
“YOUR A B***** F***HEAD WHO’S AS DEAD AS A PIECE OF CONCRETE! GO F*** YOUR F****ING WHORE WHEN YOU’VE THE CHANCE FOR I AM ABOUT TO PAY SOME PEOPLE TO CASTRATE YOU AND DROWN THAT F****ING WHORE. AFTERWARDS, I WILL KICK YOUR BE-DAMNED BODIES INTO THE SEWER TO ROT! I FEEL CURSED TO THAT I COULDN’T CHOOSE THIS. NOW PISS THE HELL OFF!”
* The author is experiencing blinding rage and will probably be doing (or has done) some hasty things. Do not mourn for the author for the author will not take her own life. The author is in a rage but not stupid.
August 25th, 2010
The Hill
It was about a year ago since being in the Lion city. Always enjoy myself there. Somewhat. International cuisines, quality ingredients, wide array of stores, drop-dead prices during sales, professional salespersons (instead of stalking shadows), etc. Somehow, this trip wasn’t to be like all the others. It would serve me as a reminder and a comparison against all others I have been through.
Dinner parties are swell. Got invited to one atop the hill. The restaurant was good from what I heard and read. Choice cuts and only quality stuff that goes into their plating. I had hoped that the food will justify its labelled price.The place was booked and I was ready to go.
Somehow I felt rather uneasy when I was told the name of the restaurant and that it was on The Hill. A nagging feeling at the back of my head served as my first warning. My gut told me that this place is more than meets the eye; more than what it was advertised to be. The name of The Hill when mention made my gut wretch. I couldn’t back out now since I was expected by all to turn up. I flagged down a taxi and hopped in. The cabbie told me that the place is reknown for restaurants and also its not too far from the hustle and bustle of the central district.
As the taxi approached the locale, I started to see. Started to see ‘life’ that no mortal eyes, with the exception of a few ‘gifted’ or ‘cursed’ mortals, should ever gaze upon. ‘Life’ stuck in a loop. ‘Life’ as it was before these fanciful restaurants came about. ‘Men’ in uniform carrying out drills. Armed ‘Men’ bearing different weapons. ‘Men’ in shackles, being moved, with a forlorn look on their faces. Shackled ‘Men’ looking malnourished and tortured.
Cold sweat started to break out all over. Nauseous gripped me and I felt sick. My head reeled as I struggled to walk straight toward the restaurant from my drop-off point. The hostess opened the door and greeted me. The scent of stale body odours, blood, urine, excrement and burning meat met my nose. I struggled to keep myself from hurling. The floor was sticky and crimson like the abattoir. On the right, I saw Asian-looking men shackled to the wall. Their gouging eyes, filled with fear, looking to me for clemency.
My ears heard their silent cries. Many proclaiming their innocence of the war crimes they’ve been accused of. Many screaming out in dire pain. I could hear the gruesome lashings of the whip breaking the prisoners’ skins. This used to be a torture chamber. I sat at the table which was at the far left corner of the room and started to weep. Sad that I see all this and wasn’t able to help. ‘Men’ with broken limbs crawled toward me, pleading that I aid their escape.
I bolted out of the restaurant and got into the first available taxi I saw. I was only in the restaurant for a few minutes but it was too overwhelming. Back to the hotel, I vomitted the negligible contents of my churning stomach. They were with me, they followed maliciously. They always followed – for a time. I had to keep moving…
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I later found out that The Hill was an old army camp which had been converted to a commercial district. I found out too late…
August 22nd, 2010
Eminem & Rihanna messes up
“Love the way you lie” is the latest song by Eminem featuring Rihanna. Both are big stars in their own right. One an excellent singer from the Barbados. The other a white man who has established himself as a rapper. I always thought that Eminem was a rather flawless and fluent rapper. I also thought that Rihanna was a great entertainer with a big voice.This was until I found this video. See if any of you can spot the spots and also listen out to the quivering/wavering voice of a certain artiste in the video. 
Eminem & Rihanna Perform Live in Los Angeles!
Singers who get caught lip-syncing are labelled as strictly studio artists. They don’t deserve as much respect as singers who are able to perform well in live concerts and studios. If you’re gonna lip-sync, make sure you’re not caught. You wanna fool your audiences, make sure you don’t make a fool outta yourselves.
August 20th, 2010
Old vs New
According to the Chinese calendar, it is a month where the gates of hell open wide. All ethereal creatures are given a valid visa for one month. Incense and offerings are burnt and offered by the living in hopes that the dead will leave them alone. Prayers are made at temples. No one does any sort of shifting or relocation.
Then there is the other issue… The phor thor or the night show. The government here has made an issue about it. There is an issue to be made actually. Most of the performers in the modern por thor are scantily dressed. This does pose to be an issue. If you wish to know more about Phor Thor in detail, just Google the term and there are many articles.
What’s the difference between the old and new? The old style is when the performance is a Chinese Opera where the costumes and make-up are consistent with ancient traditions. The modern or new type is when songs are sung by local singers. These performances are likened to karaoke standards for most as these singers often do not sing well and are clad in little clothing. In the performances of both types, there is often DOM (Dirty Old Men) who will stand near the stage in hopes of getting a glimpse of flesh.
Let me tell you a little about por thor. Phor thor is performed during the 7th month of the Chinese calendar as part of the Hungry Ghost Festival. A stage is set-up by the road side and the performance is made there. The first few rows of seats or the front area of the stage is kept vacant. This space or seats are kept for the VIPs of the month. By VIP, I don’t mean Very Important Persons but Very Invisible People. Some of you may wonder if there are actually VIP attendees or not. So are there?
Let me sum up the whole thing by saying this
“There are more attending the old than the new. Bigger range and more types. The new have less.”