Punggol?

_ I was there but I still don't know where it is.

Squarish Blocks

_ I was searching for directions to The Singapore Mint at streetdirectory.com.


_ Then I was asked to click for the satellite image.


_ Sure, this has made me a bit clearer on how the roof of The Singapore Mint looks like but how much better it is compared to the squarish blocks from the first image? Ah ha!

Punctuality = Responsible = Coolness

_ I love being punctual. Being punctual has a lot of perks. For example, you will have plenty of time to check yourself before you meet people. It pleases people too when you are punctual or, even better, early. And, I love it when people are pleased.

_ Men has to be punctual. Otherwise, one could easily be interpreted as unreliable, clumsy and lazy. Especially, when it is work-related. If you managed to incorporate your timeliness to your daily life, you will get no problem at work. It works both ways nicely.

_ Women are okay. They are not expected to be punctual as much. That is under the conditions that A) they not feminists and B) don't demand "equal rights" from men who are mostly on time. Otherwise, they're just A) plain old hypocrites and B) deserves to be old maids.

_ It's like the opening door for the ladies rule or giving up your seats rule. If they expect something like that, don't give us the sexist bullshit. The bottomline is: Equal Rights means Equal Everything otherwise Shut the Fuck Up.

_ Back to punctuality.

_ I have friends who are notorious for lateness. I have been advised to plan my time around their notoriousness. But, I can't. I am a responsible person. And being responsible is cool.

_ If everyone is as responsible as me, there will not be as much unwanted babies, STDs, wars, suicides, global warming, baby seal bashings, military coups, missing open goals and many many more other devastating consequences.

_ Therefore, punctuality equals responsible equals Coolness. I rest my case.

TA MA DE SI JENAS!

_ 'Nuff said.

Singapore Got Culture One, Okay?

_ We, Singaporeans, are very strange.

_ We'll never know where to stand on the escalator even though we've been informed. The authorities must have relented since I don't see the stickers, which gave clear instructions to stand on the left, anymore.

_ For me, I tend to follow the person infront of me. This is to allow the person standing behind me to go ahead.

_ Unless he/she is an asshole who loves to stand in the middle and don't you just want to mentally eviscerate them and those couples who block everyone behind them by putting on their cute show of sweet lovin'.

_ But, I digress.

_ Now, normally, the person standing infront will stay still however there are people who will, seemingly considerate, sense me at the back, side step and allow me to pass.

_ The thing is I am not the one who is in a hurry to up/down the escalator, it is those at the back. Hence, we will begin a dance of awkwardness, not very dissimilar to Cha Cha, stepping from one side to another and back.

_ Another funny behaviour of Singaporeans is that we never know how to position ourselves in the train. It is not just about people not moving into the centre of the cabin. By not being told, we are confused on which direction to face.
Camera shy Singaporeans nowhere to be found.

_ The handles and poles clearly are positioned in the centre, between the seats. So, obviously, we have to face the handles so as to hold on to it. But, people, strangely tries to defy logic and safety, prefers to face away from them and stand anchored to nothing.

_ Maybe, by not directing our gluteus maximus at the seated passengers, it is another strange way of being considerate. Of course, the seated ones have to contend with starring straight at your private part - or private parts, who knows these days.

So there, Singaporeans are strange. By strange I mean that's our unique culture. Uniquely Singapore.

The Why Of Will

_ Why are there only 24 fucking hours in a day?

_ Why does one (ie ME) always feel fucking exhausted?

_ Why can one only be at a fucking location at a time?

_ Why is everything a fucking commodity?

_ Why does Starhub never have any cool promotions at the very moment when my contract for Maxonline expired?

_ Why, son of a bitch.

Will Lee?

_ I have been playing around with the idea of having an english name since I was 9 years old.

_ It seems to me, nowadays, every mother's child have an english name don't matter if they have an angmoh religon or what. Furthermore, now people are inconsiderate enough to ask if you have an english name despite the fact you already introduced to them your given dialect or mandarin name.

_ Here are some of the options I have contemplated before - and, in fact, used, occasionally, when ordering beverages at those fancy coffee shop such as Starbucks - but never really felt comfortable with:

● Ron Lee- I can't remember why did I used to like this name. It was when I was in Primary school. I have met a couple of Ron since then and I don't remember liking any one of them.

● Keith Lee- Taken by Keith of Kiefty.

● Chris Lee- I can't remember I why did I used to like this name either. That will put me in danger of copying Christopher Lee. Maybe Topher Lee?

● William Lee- Yeah, Wee Leong, William how original can you get, man? Somehow some people will just automatically coin me "William" at their own convenience.

● Guy Lee- This is actually pretty philosophical. I always thought that I am neither a man nor a boy nor a gay, therefore a Guy lah! LOLX

_ In one of my entries, I mentioned that my actual name, not Ichibutt or Hata, lacks the element of Fire. Even though when I asked the Fortune Teller if an english name would add the said missing element he replied hell no, I think I would still give a try anyway.

_ Some of you might have already started thinking of names that rhymnes with the word "fire", but no, I don't think it is that simple. It needs to have the "Omph!" factor.

_ I know those name I have considered are nice names but, no disrespect intended, they ain't as unique or cool like Kwame, LeBron, Tiger, Takashi, Antwan, Brooklyn, Beckham, Socket, etc. But, then again, probably, you need to explain why you chose those cool names.

_ I wanted Jack because I am in love with Jack Nicholson. But, people will probably think of Jack Neo first. So, I am thinking "Will". Not as obiang as William - no offense intended to all the Williams out there -, it's something need no explanation and I will need Will power if I don't have Fire (Passion).

_ Hmmm... Will Lee. It's growing on me already.

Sylvester Sim

Sly rawks'x all da way! Or, rather, rawked.

_ Saw an article about 2004's Singapore Idol runner-up Sylvester Sim in the papers today.

_ Well, he is out of job now and that's really sad for all Singaporean. I bet we all loved his last release... erm what was it?

_ In any case, what will our talented singer-songwriter do now?

Basking In 80's Music Heaven

_ I have just downlo.. ops, I mean I have somehow found a 4 CDs collection of Best Of The 80's somewhere. Wonderful, wonderful era of music the 80s was. Probably the best for Pop. You gotta love the sound of the synthesizers playing. It was the fucking New Wave, baby.

_ Although, most of the bands are gone now but their music is still extremely prevalent now. Artistes like Kool and The Gang, Pink Floyd and Katrina and The Waves etc are probably sitting on a pile of royalties at this very moment. Oh yeah, they have really funky names as well.

_ As for me, all the songs I heard on Class 95, which then proceed to continue spinning in my freaking head whole day long, finally have names now. Also, I can start my own station to rival Class 95 since I can simply put these songs on repeat mode and that will last me for at least a year. That's what Class 95 does anyway, right?

Paris Hilton's Paris

Notice how well the "R" and "I" are stragetically placed?

_ When I heard Paris Hilton was coming out with an album, I was like.. whoa, why would anyone allow her to sing?

_ Although, I know it was well manufactured but it is really starting to grow on me.

After the Transfer Deadline

_ In the office of Manchester United boss, Alex Ferguson, it was just after 12 midnight. Ferguson was just placing a call to Tottenham's Chairman, Daniel Levy.

Alex Ferguson: Hallo. Mr Daniel Levy, please.

Daniel Levy: Yes, Daniel here.

AF: Brillant, bloke. You little cunt. I read on soccernet.com that you pull off a freakin' major coup by bringing those Argentinian bollocks to Tottenham behind my back!

DL: No, you stupid naff. That's West HAM! Not TottenHAM!

AF: WOOT? Those lil'buggers got them. What the fuck!?

_ Later, Arsene Wenger, Arsenal manager, called Alex Ferguson.

Arsene Wenger: Fergie? Salut! Your buddy Wenger. Oulàlà! I was reading skysports.com and I can't believe you manage to steal Tevez from us. You fis a putain!

Alex Ferguson: No, you wanker! It's West Ham UTD and NOT Man UTD who got 'em! Arsehole!

AW: Par bleu! Oh, by the way, I need my Paris Hilton CD back.

AF: Alrighty. I say, she is hot!

AW: Shut up! I know! And, what about that Stars Are Blind song. Isn't it so cool?

AF: Like, duh. Oh, the missus is calling me. Talk you some other time. Bye.

AW: Au Revoir.

_ Finally, the excitment of the transfer window is over. COYS!