Ripped off

No names shall be mentioned but vivid description is a plenty. If you feel like in the mood for mediocre tasting food with a Hollywood celebrity price, go to this place. This place is crap. The durians that they sell taste like crap. Uncle crappy who serves you comes with a complementary "sialan" face, its on the house yaw'll. And did i mentioned, the durians here are crappy? You can most definitely get better tasting durians in Geylang, which is just a couple of blocks down the road. And its definitely gonna be cheaper. $50 per durian, WTF? What fertilizer did you use for this fruit; steroids? I'd rather spent the money at Prive along Keppel Bay Dr. At least you know where your money is going and the staff that serves you are forever smiling. 2 thumbs down for this place (boo!). Go for it if you got crappy taste.



PS: Lain kali, nak minta tolong biar ikhlas because Mas certainly did it willingly.

Cat Disappointed

Ok, last vid for tonite before i sleep. I dont know if you guys have seen this. Nevertheless, its definitely worth watching again.



Goodnite world

Petition against rape in Singapore

I just read this entry from Holly Jean's blog about how right here in our very own beloved country called Singapore, non-consensual sex between husband and wife are not considered as illegal unless under "extreme limited scenarios", what ever that means. Yes, i just found that out too. You can read more details here.

I believe Holy Jean has done a wonderful job in spreading this piece of news on her blog and i feel that it is only my duty to help her spread the word. Hopefully, only in numbers can we help to influence our lawmakers to reconsider. Also, at the same time we can also help to create awareness within our society. So im calling out to all my readers to help sign the petition here:



It really doesnt take too much time or effort and the best part is that you have the privilege of anonymity when you sign up. So please, do your part and help.

PS: In a country of over 4 million people, i am only number 00849 to have signed up for this petition.

First Person Shooter Disease

Chocolat Frenzy

In the middle of the night, where else could i possible satisfy my sudden craving for chocolat? Besides 7-11, Cheers, Petrol Stations or any other 24hr retails? Yup, you've guessed it. MUSTAFA!! When i got there, a whole array of chocolate greeted me; aisle after aisle worth of sinful pleasure. The initial plan was to grab and go, but i think i took a good 15 minutes to finally decide on one. In the end, i settled for the Creme Brulee. Have yet to taste it, though. Maybe later...

This is about growing old

I recently had this pleasant surprise in the form of an email that ive received from a very, very old friend. Her name is Nathalie and she's from Brussels, Belgium. I'd like to share an excerpt of my reply to her. The topic of conversation was about growing old.

"Well, i have answered my calling. Ive always said that id never want to ever grow up. But then i've realised that Peter Pan dont really exist and Michael Jackson's dead. So thats when the inevitable sets in. Thats when i told myself that the only way that ill ever grow old is to do it in style. I would like to grow old beautifully. You know how some old folks are just so gross (forgive me for being so brusque). But really they are. And there are those selected few who are just so sweet. They exude this natural charm that you can never be able to resist. Im not referring to physical attributes here. Im talking about character, personality, knowledge etc. Not trying to be bias, but i'd certainly like to grow old just like my late grandmother. She was such a charming person breeming with softness and love. But its easier said than done thats for sure. But then, it is a dream nonetheless and this dream dont seem too far-fetched. And it is certainly better than being in denial. I know quite a number of people who are like that unfortunately and like i said, it is kinda gross. To me, to be in denial of oneself is just as good as having no soul, pathetic and weak. These kind of people will never go very far.

So back to the topic, i certainly have yielded, succumbed, gave in. Weekends are not specifically meant for beer binging anymore (i do that everyday these days - kidding). The weekend crowd in Orchard Rd looks disgusting. The weekend crowd in everywhere else in Singapore looks disgusting. My younger cousins have already hit puberty/going for their National Service/gotten married/have their own kids. My baby brother bought his own TV. My ex-teachers have started looking really, really old. And lastly, the biggest spat to my face would be the fact that some of my friends have already started to die on me. That reality screamed in my ears with so much force, beckoning me to accept the truth that i am human afterall. So like i said, thats when the inevitability sets in and the sooner i embrace this notion, the easier it is for me to be able to move on. I think."

The rainy weekend

Perhaps it was the fact that my body was still aching from the last gym session. Perhaps it was the rainy weather. Perhaps, being the pemalas that i am... i almost didnt want to leave the solace of my own room (even though it was the weekends + payday). But knowing me, i could never keep still at a particular place for too long. My choices were quite straightforward thankfully; either Zouk or every other thing in this world. I opt for the latter. Off i went to meet up with boys to bowl. Initially we wanted to bowl at Kallang Leisure Park. But just by driving along the carpark, the crowd was enough to put us off. The entire carpark was full can you imagine? SO Plan B was to go to ECP. Unsurprisingly, there was a long que ahead of us. I gave them my name and number and they said they'd call the moment there is an empty lane. So off we went again; a Plan B for the original Plan B (Would that be Plan C?). So anyways Plan BB/C was to go and play pool. Another EXPECTED turn of event, there was a waiting list for pool too. YAY! Luckily the wait wasnt too long. So we had a couple of games before the nice people from the bowling alley gave me a call. So off we went yet again to the bowling alley. Despite the fact that this place has been around for quite some time and despite the fact that the balls were all bopeng-ed and the lanes were unstable and the pins fall as and when they like, we still had fun playing. The ambience gave a very nostalgic feel and that difference in environment gave me a personal breath of fresh air. Bowling in East Coast Park was nice; and doing it with good friends was just a bonus.

PS: We had a special guest, the drummer from the local band "Merah", Amer, also joined us and he scored the highest, power giler...

Air Pistol Session

I was so late and according to Lewis, everyone had been waiting for me. And my Superstar entrance has been reciprocated with a lot sShhhh.... Like WOT-EF-AH! But all in all, this whole event was refreshing for me. The pistol that they issued to us uses compressed air and the pellets that were to be used are so, so tiny. Surprisingly, there were a lot of chaboh in this event and we, the firefighters were actually the minority. We were seperated into 2 groups and the female group were selected to go first. While waiting, we were busy chatting, commenting on how the girls were doing it all wrong, laughing, gossipping, creating a ruckus... oh riduan wanted to drag 5 plastic chairs which were attached by cable tie across the room; right under the sign which read,

"Silence Please. Shooting in Progress".

And then it was our turn... jeng jeng jeng.

I've fired a .22 before back in my NPCC days. And i've fired an M16 too back in the Army. And i thought to myself, "This is gonna be easy...". That was what WE thought; and WE were so wrong. First up, they didnt allow us to use both hands. Next, 10m seem very near, but this distance is substantial enough to kero-kan my eyes given the size of the target that we were to aim at. And the pistol; initially it felt light, but after the instructor gave us the green light to finish all the ammo (boy did she make a wrong move), and after our trigger happy session, i realised that my left hand started to shiver and it was getting a bit difficult to aim. It was tiring. I dont know how the pros do it but it certainly looks easier when your standing at the sides but thats usually the case and you know that right?

An entry just for you

Stn 11 recently had a visitor; an old friend from the yester-years. Our dear Masrina came back to dekit her PPE. In gangster terms, she has "washed" her hands from the force. Good for you, Mas. I hope, you have learned from us as much as we did from you. Thank you for being the buffer between us and the angry soul. Underneath all the blood and sweat, brute strength and macho bullshit, i have learned that it wouldn't be so bad if they decorated the pumper with some flowers, it'll definitely add a touch of class and a glimmer of serenity. Metaphorically speaking of course. Literally, if we had done that, we'd all look like a bunch of fucking pixies cruising down Orchard Rd. Oh yah, you also thought me how to spell busines, businnes, bussy-ness.

So thank you.

May you succeed in all your future endeavours and may you only look back, not with regret, but to remind yourself of the happy memories and of all the abg² hensem you left behind.

Good luck Mas.

Promise not to laugh