Vodafone Bug

2007-05-26T10:28:00.000+08:00

I'm So Sorry Mum

My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment.

There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed. I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.

The next day at school one of my classmates said, "UUHH, your mom only has one eye!" I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear.

So I confronted her that day and said, " If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?!!!"

My mom did not respond...

I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to come to Singapore to study.

Then, I got married. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts.

Then one day, my mother came to visit me.

She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren. When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, "How dare you come to my house and scare my children!" GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"

And to this, my mother quietly answered, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house in Singapore.

So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbors said that she died.

I did not shed a single tear.

They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

"My dearest son, I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to Singapore and scared your children. I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.

But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you.

I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.

You see........when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye.

As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye.

So I gave you mine.

I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.

With my love to you,

Your mother’’.........

2007-03-23T22:59:00.000+08:00

It has been a long time since i last had an update.Here's a story which i would like to share with all of you.Let's call this girl R.

"She was from no ordinary family. A family of indefinite wealth, status and all. Despite that, she was a really good girl, with no airs around her; with her kind, forgiving and loving nature. She was the one worthy of all praise.

While I was from the average family. Able to afford some luxuries and all but definitely own no lambos nor ferraris. Young and selfish I was, I had no regards for the feelings of others. Being fortunate enough to inherit my parents' not bad looking facial features, I used it to get involved with women, multiple partners at a time.

I was dating someone from high school then. And my ex introduced R to me for R is her best friend. For 2 years, R and I didn't talk much and all - she was in Hawaii. Then she came back to Singapore, we clicked. R fell in love with me and I took the chance and asked her to be with me. I was just messing around.

She caught me cheating many times, but in all willingness and grace.. she forgave. Each time she cried and was hurt, but she forgave me wholeheartedly - never once loved me any less. It was her grace, her forgiveness and her love that touched me. So I decided to change my ways and commit myself, it was the one thing that I did right in my life.

But fairytale endings are a myth; life isn't as kind as you would wish. We had an obstacle which is her mother. R's mother had no empathy, the mother detested the fact that I wasn't as rich. So she always tried to come between us, even to the extent of sending her daughter back to Hawaii.

We held on tightly together in the storm, never giving up. Then she got pregnant, and forced into an abortion. She was full of sorrow, I was full of anger. We were sad.

Then I tried to set up my own business, to make my mark in the world. And I guess while I was doing that, I neglected her a lot. She grew weary fighting the battle alone, but tried so hard to hold on.

Each passing day, she grew sadder. Finally letting go when the mother threatened to send her away forever.. too tired, too hurt and too lonely to put up another fight.. no one could blame her.. so she said her final goodbye to me near her neighbourhood, leaving me with the last hug and kiss.. We parted

I wasn't about to give up though.. I worked really hard in school and in my business.. "I cant dedicate an unworthy life to her" I'd always tell my friends.. and always believe that in the future when I make my mark in the world.. then I will have a chance to be with her again..

But life was harsh and unkind. She died close to a month after we said goodbye.. in an accident.. I died in another way that night too.. I thought I will never forgive myself"

After she died, I spent half a year binge drinking. I was drinking so much, my left hand was shaking badly. I left school, got drunk and wasted half a year in self-punishment.

Self-hate is a zero-sum game, there can be no winners. I didn't see it that way then, I was totally frustrated with myself. I lost my cool, my confidence and became very reserved. Often the days passed me by, with me in the room drinking. Often, I just laid on the bed not speaking to anyone for the entire day.

I spent another 6 months in rehab and counselling. I'm not afraid to admit that my depression then was eating into my life, I wasn't able to function as a normal person - not even eating most of the time. I spent my days in tears, anger and alcohol. 9 months of being a hermit and closing myself up from the rest of the world, I even had problems with my speech. I couldn't stop stammering and all.

I thought I would never make it through rehab then. And I began to observe the people around me who love me. My mother was totally distressed and upset with herself, and my father was in constant pressure because I just lost myself. Self-forgiveness doesn't come easy nor cheap, it was gradual for me. Bit by bit, I forgave myself slowly. And I know I can't dedicate an unworthy life to her, so I must strive to be the best.

Today, I am no longer the casanova I was in the past. A more mature and motivated young adult, I hope. Do I still love her? Yes, I do still love her and never any less than when I first began.

The gratitude of loving her has conquered the loss. One of the wise friends told me "If the bitterness is from our selfish foolishness, repent and let it go. If the bitterness is from someone's mistake. we learn grace and forgive" How true....

2006-12-24T09:26:00.000+08:00

Voda Voda

here's my xmas present.haha.

Meet up with exotic users

Virgins

Unlocking In Progress

2006-11-23T11:04:00.000+08:00

HOW COULD YOU?

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.

You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad", you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person".Still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch because your touch was now so infrequent and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.

These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter.

It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him,and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home.

They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first,whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind.This was all a bad dream ... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself.A place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.

It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

2006-08-18T16:47:00.000+08:00

WTS VODAFONE 902SH.

As above,selling my 1 month old Sharp 902sh.Phone is in pristine condition 10/10.Orange in colour.HK firmware with chinese.Letting go at $340.Price is neg.Sms or call me at 91264594.Thanks for viewing. PHONE SOLD!THANKS FOR ALL INTEREST AND SUPPORT.

2006-08-16T11:59:00.000+08:00

Toshiba Ts921

Fresh from Vodafone Japan.The lucky owner will be none other than my father.haha.

2006-08-14T18:43:00.000+08:00

Vodafone Galore 5

Sharp 904sh

2006-08-13T22:28:00.000+08:00

BEGGAR

Just now after meeting a satisfied buyer and while messaging to sandy,someone called out to me from my right.

"Excuse me brother, do you have any money to spare me......"

He was an unshaven Muslim man in his 30s.Though unkempt, his clothes were reasonably clean. He didn't look miserable enough to be a beggar.

A straight "NO" was directed at him.

I walked away, and continued typing my sms on my handphone. As I walked away for a distance, I heard someone grumbling something unintelligible in Malay.Even though it wasn't loud, there was a certain tone of displeasure to it.Feeling that it was that man, I turned my head and realised that he had been following me, by then glaring at me with his hateful stare.

Slighty offended, I told him politely that i did not have any money with me.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU TAKE ME FOR? ASK YOU FOR MONEY YOU THINK I AM A FUCKING BEGGAR IS IT!!!!" the man yelled, infuriated at my lack of charity towards lowlife bummers like him.This commotion caught the attention of several onlookers,i could feel my blood pressure pumping like a fighter jet.

I rebuked,"So you have a problem with that?"

"I ASK YOU FOR MONEY YOU THINK I AM FUCKING CHEAP IS IT?!! YOU GET OUT!!!" he hollered, deeply antagonized as he walked towards me.

By then he was already too close to me for comfort. Any further verbal engagement with this loonatic proved extremely hazardous, putting myself in the prospect of physical harm. There was no point in quarrelling with a mad man either, nothing good could come out of it. There was no chance that he would turn into Mahatma Ghandi if I persisted in retaliating his verbal abuse.

My last words for him was to send in a resume of himself to JIHAD.They will be most willing to crash a few more planes and rob innocent civilians of their hard-earned cash to feed his subutex addiction.

He continued hurling vulgarities at me as I focused my attention at my handphone.

My beautiful afternoon was just ruined over this incident.And this is not the first time I encountered rude "beggars".A few weeks back, I encountered this obese girl in her teens who seemed slightly autistic asking for $20 to eat lunch(DOES A LUNCH COST A HEFTY $20?) .Thinking that she could lose some weight, I swiftly declined.She shouted "YOU SELFISH !!!" as I walked away from her......

What's with all the beggars nowadays?I thought the government has done a splendid job in catering to the lower end hommies?Lao lee and small dragon lee deserved to be questioned.

I do not detest or look down on beggars. Obviously there are some of us out there who are not as fortunate as the average Singaporean. My sympathies go out to those who are either old and alone or those who are physically handicapped. They have a better excuse to beg. But if you are a healthy able-bodied individual asking me for money on the streets, I'm sorry, I'd rather invest it on a more worthy cause, like my next porn dvd featuring Yua Aida.HAHAHA.

I had seen a case of an 80 year old granny collecting old newspapers and cardboard boxes to generate some income.From the few hundred dollars per month,she manages to feed herself and take care of herself.

When financial aid was given to her,she declined stubbornly despite social workers racking their brains to brainwash her to accept the aid.

The reason she gave was that she could still take care of herself and the money from these charities could be used to help other people who were incapable of working and looking after themselves.If she takes that money, she is depriving another person who may need it more than she does.

If that 80 year old granny can look after herself, why should that freaking bummer ask for money from people on the streets?????Whats worse is that he is rude..... I hope he slips and fall on a used condom and impale himself on a blind man's walking stick......

2006-08-09T17:58:00.000+08:00

Local or Exotic?

Recently laid my hands on top range of local phones.Here are some comparison pictures of Nokia N93,N73,Sharp 903

As promised,next update will not be on phones...but a touch on my personal life...

2006-07-28T09:31:00.000+08:00

Sherbet Lime

Vodafone 803T & Toshiba W41T

Too bad the Toshiba W41T is locked,hence it cannot be used in our region.What a pity but surely it is a good collector's edition...

2006-07-21T11:23:00.000+08:00

Vodafone Galore Part IV

Total collections

Doraemon phone

LV

Dumping ground

My storeroom.Fresh from vodafone japan

I am POISONED....

2006-07-01T08:14:00.000+08:00

Vodafone Galore Part III

All the Sharp phones...

Once again,victim of the Vodafone Bug....

2006-06-15T00:01:00.000+08:00

Vodafone Galore Part II

Sharp 902sh & Sharp 903sh

Sharp 903sh & Toshiba 903t

Courtesy pictures of my friend's collections.

Last but not least,i have a fetish for red phones.

2006-06-08T20:05:00.000+08:00

Vodafone Galore Part I

Recently laid my hands on some japanese toys.beauties indeed,will post up some pictures of my collections.

Sharp 905sh

Comparison of sharp 904sh,sharp 905sh and Toshiba 904t

Sharp 903sh-Black

stay tune for more pictures when my new toys arrive in a few days time....

2006-06-05T12:20:00.000+08:00

Why me?

I met a customer to settle a deal on saturday.As I sat on the bus waiting to arrive at my destination, I saw a lady in her 50s walking from the front end of the bus towards me. She stopped in front of me, took out a little green booklet and mumbled something about the Soka centre in Tampines to me.

I asked politely,"madam,what is soka centre?"

She replied saying that the soka centre is a place to worship Buddha and is good for the soul and that I MUST be present during the night to enjoy its benefits.(I strongly emphasize the word MUST) she continued and rambled on...

She spoke incessantly for what seemed like eternity. I nodded my head while replying "ok" in response whenever I thought she was about to go away. I probably did that for no less than 20 times. Eventually, she did go away much to my relief, but that was only when she had reached her stop.

As she walked away, I looked around and surveyed the bus.....

Damn, so many people on the bus and she had to pick me???? She even walked all the way from the front to the back......

And from there I remembered the evangelists who roamed the streets, talking to strangers and trying to convert others to their faith. Never knew that a buddhist would do that as well..... If she had talked to a person who is a firm believer of another religion, she could have deeply offended someone. But then again, I might not be the only one she approached....

I suppose it is a person's good intention to want to share something which one feels is good or is beneficial to others. However, religion is something which is very personal and sensitive. It is like trying to stuff morsels of durian meat down an caucasian's throat. I may find durian to be the tastiest thing to exist in the fruit kingdom but it may not go down well with others. I might just get mauled by a durian shell wielding caucasian.

Therefore, no matter how good one's intention is, one should be careful not to offend someone when sharing their religion with strangers. They might just do more damage by giving their religion a bad name. Hope that I was the only person the old lady ever approached.....

2006-05-21T07:04:00.000+08:00

Bad parents

Was chatting and catching up with my cousin last night on what's new in our lives. I asked him if there was anything new happening in his workplace and suddenly the topic on aunties from hell came up.

He mentioned that the bank he is working at has started putting jars of candy on the service counters and has also started dispensing free drinks from the vending machine to service their customers better.

Apparently there was an auntie who would very often, walk into the bank with a child, linger for a while, serreptitiously creep to the vending machine armed with a huge thermo flask and help herself to all the hot milo. There was another auntie who would walk in with her child, rob the bank of all its candy and walk away nonchalantly leaving nothing behind, as if it was her god who had given her the greenlight to do so,which I doubt religion teaches us such uncouth values.

And then, my cousin recounted another incident which is even more disturbing. Apparently a kid had taken all the candy from a particuler jar and the counter staff told the child not to do so. The mother stomped over, threw up a rage and screamed at the staff for reprimanding her child.

"WHY CAN'T HE TAKE ALL THE CANDY?!! I TAKE ALL THE CANDY WHAT CAN YOU DO!!!" and she proceeded to do just that by emptying all the jars into her bag, and went off like a passing, violent hurricane.

All that in front of an innocent adolescent......

Hearing this makes my blood boil. These are the same aunties who cut your morning queue in food centres and conveniently grab 5 free copies of Today newspapers. They are the ones who quarrel with you and claw you to death over that last piece of Garfield T-shirt at the Robinson's warehouse sale. They are also the ones who wipe out all the prawns at the buffet line as soon as they are served.It is bad enough that they do all these in public, it is even worse if they had to bring along their children as well.I certainly hope my mum is not included as well...

"Come son, mommy teach you how be a fucker by cutting that nice gentlemen's queue who was been standing there for the past 6 hours." *proceeds to nudge her way in*

Some people would say "Aiyah, Singaporeans are like that one lah. So kiasu..."But this kiasu attitude really gives singaporean a bad name to the visiting tourists.Imagine a local cutting the queue or a caucasian?utter disgrace i must say.

However,I do not think that this is a Singaporean behaviour. Bad, obnoxious behaviour is universal.I believe that the majority of us are law abiding, tax paying and line queuing citizens. It is the minority few that gives us a bad name. I am a Singaporean too and so are the fellow locals who deem all forms of bad behaviour Singaporean. So please do not say that Singaporeans are like that, I am not in the same boat as them. I am not like that and so are the majority of us out there. So please just label them as fuckers.

My cousin recounted yet another incident where he saw a boy kicking the vending machine violently. He wanted to correct the boy's behaviour and scolded the boy for doing that. He ended up quarrelling with the mother since she did not like her precious child to be scolded by a stranger.

Come on, bad behaviour is bad behaviour, a good samaritan did something out of good will and he got fucked for doing so? What is the child going to think whenever mommy jumps to his defense everytime he sets a stray cat on fire? Is that being a responsible parent?

I hope that these parents should be banned from spawning. I truely cannot imagine what the child will grow up into. One menace to the society is bad enough and they had to turn their kids into one as well?We are the ones who have to put up with these kids after their parents pass away in a violent accident involving falling anvils!!(I have strong faith in karma) They should make couples do a test to see how obnoxious they are and round up potential bad parents in a cage before setting them on fire....

2006-05-16T16:53:00.000+08:00

Problems

Last week at around 6pm in the evening,I was having dinner at Bishan's Junction 8 food court. I needed the early dinner to rush down for a class nearby. As I was about to finish my bowl of Yong Tau Hu, I heard a loud thud at the entrance of the food court. A strong gust of wind had blown down a metal stand which was holding 2 large signboards and it was by then, blocking the entrance of the foodcourt.

A middle aged women sitting next to the entrance, looked away, seemingly oblivious to the obstruction lying on the floor under her nose.

"Daddy, I go and pick!" A little boy squealed enthusiastically to his father.

"Don't go and pick! Not your problem you go and pick for what?!! You want to invite trouble is it?" admonished the father.

As I finished up my food, I stood up, walked over to the entrance and picked up the metallic stand, so that I could make my way out of the foodcourt. The little boy ran over and picked up the signboard for me.

As I walked away, I thought about the women and that little boy's father. Sometimes, people can be so indifferent to the problems that exist in our world. These problems are not created from their own side and they look away expecting someone else to solve those problems.This in my opinion is the greatest flaw of mankind.

When we litter, that piece of tissue does not vapourize into thin air. When we refuse to flush, that piece of crap does not swim down the pipe on its own. Some of us are programmed to think that we do not have to take responsiblity of these problems because someone else will always be there to claim responsibility and solve it for everyone. I doubt that these 2 people would do anything if a bomb exploded in their neighbour's house.

It is hard to imagine how our society will progress if everyone do not take ownership of the problems evident in front of our very own eyes.

So fuck all these people who are waiting for others to clear the mess that they had created...

"The world is a dangerous place. Not because of the people who are evil; but because of the people who don't do anything about it."-Albert Einstein

2006-04-25T00:13:00.000+08:00

Give Thanks

As many of my peers prepare themselves for a new start of a learning semester,here i am preparing for O levels again.haha.I guess i really have to pull up my socks and get to serious business this year.

Last weekend while i happened to chanced by the KFC at Thomson plaza,i am reminded by the good old times in which my clique used to hang out.There was endless butt of jokes,loud and thunderous laughters were heard however,the good old times had since faded away.The quiet and solemn atmosphere resembles that of a graveyard now.How i wish that the good old times could be ignited again as we hang up our boots to engage into an array of conversations...

Samuel-Time really ticked by faster than i expected,having known this buddy of mine for a good five years,we are like brothers now.Having been through all the disputes,it has indeed strengthen our friendship and i had never regretted knowing him.A good listener and also an adviser who is willing to go the extra mile to lend a helping me.In times of being uncertain about life,your advices had proved to be a guiding signal towards the right path.Supper session anytime?

Eoin-Nicknamed as the boss,blessed is he whom gives and harbours no returns.Although we had known each other for 3 years,this young man's heart is filled with pride and dignity.One's day cannot be missed out with his antics and jokes.His crude jokes are dubbed hillarious and has a tint of sweet and sour humour.This is one aspect which will be etched in my mind.You have helped me out through times of dilemma and anxiety,a thousand thanks to you.Cuppa?Expresso?Milo?My treat...

Scott-First impressions-machop,machoke,machamp.I guess you are clueless to what i have mentioned.Take your time to analyse it.He is a quiet guy from the exterior but there is more about him.I can still remember the good old times in which we sat in class and engaged into conversations of our own.Your title of the strongest fighter in Judo is not attained simply,kudos to you...

Sandy-Hey kenneth arh kenneth,I got something to tell you.I can still vividly remember this phrase although we had graduated.I really enjoyed the times in which you shared with me the hidden secrets and mysteries of...I guess you know who i meant.Thank you for sounding me out when I lost my direction in life,your advices are valuable and i appreciate having a friend like you.Kl or YC?

Shiying-This is the bus stop girl whom i know.A descendant of Allah,her words have proved a thousand pictures in my life.Thank you for all the wonderful quotations as they indeed bring life into my lowly life.I have taken a postive attitude into matters of life now.If I had not known you in the first place,i would not have discovered the beauty of your advices...

Riyani-To the girl sitting at the corner of the class,your artistic talent is recoginsed and your art work never fails to amuse me.Each painting of yours hides a million words in expressing your thoughts and feelings,and your pace in changing electronic gadgets is something which I can never catch up with.Give me a chance to surpass you in mobile phones for once will you?

Jeremy-This quiet guy here does have his own arsenal of agendas which we can never comprehend.The old school times of skating around the estate and causing a disturbance to the neigbourhood is a cheap thrill which money cannot buy.Remember TNT?Let's get down to some burning sensation...

To all my other friends whom i had not mentioned,i had not forgotten about anyone and the footprints of memories that all of you had left behind is priceless.To all,as many of us are going to pursue our field of interests,i certainly hope that there will be a meet-up one day.Till then,all the best to you guys in your future endeavours.God bless.

2006-04-03T18:11:00.000+08:00

The Prodigal son

Once there was a man with two sons.The elder one was obedient while the younger one was a little spoilt.Nevertheless,the man loved both his sons just as much.

One day,the younger son demanded for his share of the land.As the man loved his son so much,he gave his son a portion of his land without any consideration.The younger son,having all that he wanted,set off for the vibrant city to lead a luxurious life.Spending all his money on extravagant gifts and lavish parties,he also drank and had good food and life seemed as an eternity to him.

Time passed and there came a day when he had finished spending all his money.He was so poor that he led a rugged life and had to go around the streets begging for a few tokens of copper coins or a small morsel of food for his survival.To make matters worse,there was a famine and hence,there was very little food.He looked for a job as a pig tender in a farm and fed on pig food to survive.

Throughout his working days,he came to realise that even his father's servants and enough food to eat and clothes to wear but yet he was on the verge of dying from starvation.He decided to return to his father to apologise for his misdeeds and that he does not deserve to be his father's son.He had also wanted to work as one of his father's humble servants.

Although he was afraid that his father might grow into a rage of fury upon seeing him,he decided to head home to apologise against all odds.He did not bothered if his father would accept him again.He was truly repentant of his wrongdoings.As he stepped into the house,his father saw him and ran towards him to welcome him with a hug."I am sorry father as i have sinned against you,i am not worthy of being your son."His father replied"My son,fear no more as you are home.You are always my good son."Upon hearing that,tears started streaming down the son's cheeks as his father wiped it away and called for the servants to prepare a feast and call for a celebration for the return of his long lost son.

Confess and be apologetic from the bottom of the heart and be forgiven...

2006-03-29T22:34:00.000+08:00

Nti-Paris

Time is ticking day by day as i wait anxiously for my appeal to the various polys,and up till now,there still has been no responses from the polys and i guess its high time that i give up.

But as long as i do not receive the rejection letter,i am still in for a shout.i hope that republic poly gives me a chance and not deny me of it.

Anyone heard of Nti-Paris?Recently a friend of mine,Mr X brought me and a few peers down to this company by the name of Nti-Niutrend International.I was rather skeptical about this whole thing but still took the time off to head down for a look.It was located in the midst of the CBD district at shenton way.Mr X told me that this coy was a good opportunity for me to reap some profits and also an alternative to learn more about businesses and would greatly change my life...

As soon as i reached the "OFFICE",i was rather taken aback,the place is not neatly organised as tables and chairs were scathered around the place.To my horror,i found out that the people whom were managing this coy were actually some youngsters dressed as working professionals wearing business suits etc.They were full of poise and confidence and not forgetting charisma.This has indeed made me laugh out loud.

Mr X then introduced us to his "SUPERIOR",Mr W.Dressed in baby blue long sleeves shirt and black pants,this had make him look like a sissy.Mr W started to introduce himself to us and also slowly began his presentation on this "BUSINESS VENTURE".He mentioned stuffs like,do you want to be rich?to drive a BMW 360i?Be able to support your parents so that people will not look down on your family?

After beating about the bush with all these antics,he then introduced us to the "ULTIMATE BUSINESS SCHEME".we were supposed to invest a certain amount of money and gradually the money will grow and regenerate.Do you believe this?We were supposed to open an account that is named as the BRONZE MERCHANT ACCOUNT.This does not come cheap,it costs a hefty 485SGD.There was also the silver merchant,gold merchant and empire merchant.I shall not disclosed the price lest you guys get a shock.

Mr W continued with his speech,although he looked presentable,however his command of the english language has put us off and as an introduction gift,we were treated to his bad breath.As he continued his relentless pursue to convince us to invest our hard earned money into this "BUSINESS VENTURE",there is only one word in my mind.SCAM.

Throughout the 4 hours at the office,Mr W was constantly explaining all the details repeatedly and such to us.A tactic used to brainwash innocent adolescents.He then went on to explain the nature of the work,we only had to recruit a few of our best pals and we could earn the commission.Things were really going out of hand.how can you bear to cheat your friends and sacrifice the friendship?We then took our leave and never turned back.Those people were simply blinded by their greed as such they will resort to doing anything to earn money...

2006-03-08T23:50:00.000+08:00

We regret to inform you that you are unsuccessful in your application. However, if you wish to apply to a particular course, you may approach the institution concerned directly. The institution concerned will inform you of the outcome of your application.....

What the fuck is this?

While many of my friends out there are perhaps anticipating their new found glory of making it through to their desired polytechnics.While people are out there celebrating and rejoicing their success,there is this stale feeling that lingers within my heart.Utter disappointment is how i am feeling right now.First i screwed up my o levels with a D7 in my mathematics,posting was not successful and now my future of appealing in other polys looks bleak.

Will i ever make it to the poly?This question is still in doubt.While other people out there are preparing to start a new chapter of their lives,here i am worrying about the outcome of my appeal.Spoke to the lecturers at the various polys a few days back and their responses were negative.Chances are so slim that i can only hope for the worst and pray for the best.

However,its too late to regret or be remorseful.Since its over,i will just have to handle it with a different approach...

My work contract with Income has gradually come to an end,and i regretted not extending the contract for an additional month as it beats lazing around at home and doing nothing.Today i had experience the first-hand feeling of loneliness,cooping up in my den at home is certainly not the solution to alleviate my blues.Currently being unemployed also meant that i do not have any more income,i wonder when will the next job opportunity come knocking on my door?

2006-02-09T12:01:00.000+08:00

The Disappointment of a Lonely Man

Here's the story,

After work on Friday, we all went down to our favourite water hole and just let our hair down. Everyone had a great time. The food was fantastic. The drinks were free flowing. We drank, laughed, kisses and hugs were given to everyone who were there. Basically, most of us drank ourselves silly while the oppurtunists took the chance and got real close with the chiobus'(meaning babes)in the company.

But like all sexual encounters, its has to end sometime. As many of us were leaving, one of my female colleagues,Mandy requested that I send her a ride back home since it was on the way. I never refuse being a gentleman. Furthermore, it wasn't out of the way either,so i accepted that simple request.

I couldn't help refuse her not because her blouse was unbuttoned two buttons from the top. Not because she had showed me the softest and fairest breasts the human naked eye can see neither because she was wearing a very sexy and slinky bra that I just couldn't take my eyes off nor a great curvy body that many men would want to devour.

Anyways, being the gentleman that I am, I obliged.

I had to hold her tight as we went down to the car park. Her breasts brushed my arm a couple of times and I could feel my hairs on the arm standing up, welcoming the tender flesh as it happened repeatedly.

While making our way to the carpark I asked her, "Do you want me to drive your car or mine? I can take a cab back later from your place."

She held me tighter and whispered in my ear, "Why don't you drive me? Take your car lah. I can always come back and pick up mine."These words have indeed started to build up the tension within me.

I wanted to ask her what she meant by "driving her". My thought were going wild but I thought, better to stay cool and just assume. (I assumed the best in which any man could think of,that is an endless night of hot, heavy salsa passion.)

I drive a Subaru Impreza while she drives a BMW. Perhaps she didn't want to dirty her car if she threw up so she requested that I send her home. I was absolutely sure if she did, I would probably throw up after her too. I'm the type where I just can't stand the smell of freshly thrown up liquor(it stinks totally).

We went to my car and I started the engine. We sat down a while to take a rest. I was still thinking about the comment she had made earlier. Was it an invitation for me? Am I be bold enough to lure the lion out of its den?Within seconds,those thoughts just came flashing into my mind.

I turned aside and asked her, "Need a smoke? I think we need a short rest before we proceed off. I don't want to be caught driving like someone's giving me a blow job."

Haha.I commended myself when I said that. At least if she starts questioning me, I could come out with the intoxication excuse to protect myself.

But what happened next was definitely mind-blowing and earth-shaking.

"Darling" She looked at me. "You really want someone to give you a blow job as you drive meh?"

This time, I'm really going to get laid. I threw the cigerette that I just lit out of the window and leaned over.I gave her a tiny peck on the forehead first, then on the nose and put my arms around her before giving her a warm little hug. She responded by laying her heavy head on my shoulder. I could feel her left hand resting on my already hard crotch area. She was rubbing it using her fingers up and down gently, as if attempting to wake a hibernating bear from its deep sleep.

I moved my hand up and caressed her half exposed breasts. It was as good to the touch as to the eye. Being flawless, it made me wonder how good and firm it was once the bra is removed.I just could not resist the texture of her breasts.We held on for a short while in this position. It was about 1130pm at that time and surprisingly, not many people were around. A few cars passed by, but I didn't care. I bet she didn't even know too.

My heart was pumping out blood faster than it was taking it in. Here I was,embracing one of the better looking women in my company in my arms. I was going to send her home and who knows what lies ahead of this journey are greater adventures is about to unfold.I decided to take it easy. I put her back in her seat, laid it down a little so she can rest and engaged the gears. We're off! It's going to be a great weekend for me.

We drove along Orchard Road heading to the exit to CTE. She was relaxed, laying back on the passenger seat. I was naturally excited as well.We are normally so close while back in the office but the events in the past few hours have been tremendously surprising. I must admit, sometimes I do try to steal a few peeks at her in the office.However,the attempts arn't very successful.Lady luck must be smiling on me,hence I really have to fully exploit these chances.

It was hard to concentrate on driving. Whenever I turn to look at her, I could see half of her breasts pushing against her blouse with every breath she takes. She was looking up and out of the window. I wondered what could be going on in her liquor-filled mind.

I put my hand on her thigh and gave it a small squeeze, "You ok?Why so quiet?I am worried for you."

She laid her hand on mine and said in a dreamy voice,"I'm fine darling. You drive carefully please.

I started to run my hands up and down her thighs a little. The slender, smooth skin was great to caress. She was wearing one of those tight skirts, common amongst office wear. I could not access deep into her thighs but I was trying my hardest to get my hand in where it mattered. I guess subconsciously she knew what I was trying to do and opened up her legs as much as she could. I pressed my hand into her inner thighs, pinching gently at random spots.

Suddenly, she turned to me and laid her head on my shoulder once more. She put her hand on my crotch again and started to rub. It felt so good. I felt as if we have done this sometime before, maybe in our past life. The anticipation was driving me crazy. The urge to stop someplace quiet to have the first round of many with her was overpowering.

She pulled down the zip of my pants and unbuttoned me in one swift motion. Thank goodness I'm not the type to wear a belt! I felt more pumped up as I felt her hand on my tummy, finding it's way down, moving into my pants and caressing my brother,this feeling is heaven.

"Ohh, I love guys who wear boxer shorts." I looked at her and she was staring at me with those mischievious eyes.

I was at stumbed for words. Her hand was holding on my brother and her thumb was giving it soft presses and a nice rubdown. "Umm, you like?", was all I could manage to say.

"Yes darling, later can show me more of it. I find guys who wear boxers very cute." She gave me a small peck on my cheek as she said it, and all this while giving me a fabulous handjob.

We were nearing the turn into Grange Road.Outside Meridian, we slowed and came to a stop at the junction. There was a SBS bus to my right, and I was thinking, here's a free mini-show for those passengers in the bus who cared to look out of their window into this car. I gave her a kiss on her forehead while enjoying the feeling of her soft skin on her hand rubbing me slowly.

The lights turned green and I said to her, "Do you mind doing this until we reach your place? Feels very nice. I want to remember this always."

She didn't say yes, but she kissed me and laid back on my shoulder, hand still in my pants, moving rhythmically, sending me waves of pleasure and comfort.

We reached her place a while later. This has been the best drive I ever had since I passed my drivers' test about 3 years back. The memories of this drive has been etched so deeply in my mind, It could simply be relived everytime I close my eyes and think about it. I parked quickly and pulled the handbrake. She was lying serenely on my shoulder, hand still holding my hard brother.I didn't really want this to end but I was feeling sure things can only become better.

I gently woke her up and told her we're at her place. She opened her sleepy eyes and looked at me, "Can you follow me up? I a bit dizzy."

Of course I can! I reluctantly pulled her hand away from my brother and wore back everything. That was some sweet ride which i will never forget...

She had a nice place for a HDB flat. Everything was surprisingly clean and in it's place. The first thing that caught my roving eyes when I entered her home, while supporting her on my arms, was the big, cute and probably expensive Forever Friends bear on the black leather sofa in the living room.

Her body was soft and warm against mine as I set her down on the sofa. The lights had this adjustable intensity knob and I set it to a very romantic low light. I kneeled in front of her and helped to take off her shoes. At the same time, I could have a sensational view right up her skirt. She was wearing a pair of flowery whitish panties. I yearned to see, touch and experience what lay behind that.

With a lustful mind, as if I was still a teen and having my first sexual encounter, I placed my hands on her thighs and pushed them in under the skirt. She offered no resistance as I slowly fingered her. I hooked my fingers on the top of her undies, slowly drawing them towards myself. She lifted up her butt and allowed me to slip the panties effortlessly off her. A clean shaven pussy stared at me, with moisture on the lips, as though as it wanted me to kiss it lovingly.

I moved my hands around her and unbuttoned her skirt at the back. Again, she allowed me to strip the skirt off and she opened her legs wider, allowing me to have a bird's eye view of her beautiful lower body. I put my fingers where it mattered and rubbed. Sounds of pleasure emitted from her and I could see her breathing more excitedly. I pulled her body towards me so that her butt was just sitting at the edge of the sofa. I kissed her inner thighs and ran my tongue up until her vagina. I could smell the tangy taste of a lovely woman and it made my hormones rage furiously.

I tongued her. Slowly at first, tasting her fluids and feeling her body buck with every motion I make. Her hands came down and held my head in position and her legs lifted up to give me a better access to her smeet smelling, sexual organ. She started to moan a bit and it made me go at it even harder. I've tasted others before, but this is a first time doing it for a shaved vagina. She was mashing my face hard against herself and I found it a little bit hard to breathe. I took deep breaths through my mouth whenever I could and concentrated on eating her. I felt encouraged, a new high with every moan she made, every time she pulled me closer.

We kept at this for what it seemed like a lifetime, when it was only a few minutes before she gave a small shriek. I knew she was going to come as she held me tightly in, deeply and hooked her legs around my head and held me in this position in a while as her body shook and bucked with her orgasm. When it was done, she lay back and looked lovingly me. I could see her lips moving as she whispered, "Thanks dear, I love you."

I moved up towards her and kissed her fully on the lips, our tongues searching each other with a fiery passion. I undied her shirt and placed both my palms on her chest, feeling the softness of both her breasts. Her nipples were pushing against her bra and I could feel them through the lacy material. We hugged a while and I could hear her whisper in my ear, "Your turn. Sit down on the sofa ok?"

We switched positions now. Me laying on the sofa with her standing in front of me, wearing only her bra. She turned around 360 degrees and showed me all of her. I could see her full figure now. Beautiful curves and a very tight, sexy butt is all I can remember before she knelt in front of me and started to deftly undo my pants and take it off together with my boxes in one swift motion. My brother felt as if as it was home once she started to hold it in her hand. She moved up slightly and I closed my eyes, anticipating the warm and wet enclosure that would be her mouth.

I gave out a small cry of half-shock, half-pleasure as soon as she started to take me in her mouth. It had been a long time since I've gotten a blow job, much less by a sporting and fantastic woman like her. I could feel her flicking her tongue around me while her hands took turns to rub me up and down. Her head started to bob up and down sending waves of immense pleasure to my already sexed-up brain.

I couldn't control it anymore. I was on the verge of having my big bang as I pulled her up towards me. We kissed again and she started to rub my brother with her wet crotch. "I want to fuck." I said as I positioned my brother at the entrance to her. She moved away, spoiling my desperate attempt to enter her and said, "Carry me into the room lah. I want you on the bed." as she put her arms around me. Reeling with desire, I carried her up and into the master bedroom.

I set her down on the pink queen sized bed and removed her bra. I started to lick and suck on a nipple while caressing the other with my free hand. I could still smell a faint trace of her perfume as I felt both nipples growing hard. I moved myself into position and wanted to ram it in for what I'm worth. She held my head in her hands and said, "Darling, you go and wash up first ok? Your hair got ciggie smell."

"You leh? Why don't we take a bath together?" I tried my best to look innocent. One round in the shower would be a nice start, I thought.

"No lah, you go wash up. Guys must bathe first. I'll bathe after you come all over me later." She giggled as after I heard her say that, nothing was going to stop me bonking her brains out tonight as I immediately got up and went into the bathroom.

I washed myself thoroughly with her shampoo, facial cleanser and body foam. I wanted to smell good to be eaten, sucked and licked all over. My brother stood up straight as a ramrod throughout the quick shower. I knew tonight would be special and I fought the irresistable urge to masturbate. I took a quick look at myself in the mirror when I was done. Damn, I wish I could have shaved. But maybe the dangerous look could have been one of the factors that turned her on. I dried myself using a Hello Kitty towel laying on the towel rack and stepped out of the bathroom and eased myself under the sheets beside her in a world record time.

I put my hand on her breasts once more, feeling the soft nipple and kissed her forehead. I moved to kiss her mouth when I realised what had happened. I could hear her soft snores and the gentle movement of her chest with every breath. She looked so serene and peaceful when she slept, almost like a princess.

I prepped up a pillow and lay back. Should I wake her up? My hand moved and held my little brother as it started to reduce in size, knowing the worst had happened. How are we going to have the "best night" when she is sleeping?

I laid there, feeling sorry for myself. This is unbelievable! The best chance in a week and this had to happen!?

I got up, picked up my clothes and dressed up. I left her home that night, unsatisfied, feeling stupid and totally disappointed.

When I woke up the next morning, there was an SMS from her

"Thks for sending mi home. So pai seh I slept. Will u forgive mi?"

Damn, I'm not going to have any sex in real life... I went back to bed.
3.00pm

Disclaimer:The above story is written only for pure enjoyment,please do not be offended by its contents.

2006-02-09T11:47:00.000+08:00

Life is getting pretty boring as the release of my o levels results will be tomorrow,my heart is pumping with utmost anxiety,although i have been having hallucinations that i will fare poorly especially for my maths(f9 grades),i still hope that it is only deja-vu and not reality.
Till then,i will keep my fingers crossed till the big day.Hope that god helps me to pull through this calamity.haha.meanwhile,i will be cranking up my some stories till i knock off because having completed all my assignments and having 5 hours left,i will let my imagination juices run wild.stay tune.11.59am

2006-02-06T21:34:00.000+08:00

To Jayla:When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.

It had been a fruitful week once again,having slogged my guts out for the past 2 months,finally there was a class gathering with all my classmates.i had then realised that to organise a gathering takes great pains.It is an uphill task to accomplish,that is to contact each and everyone about the details.The turnout was abit disappointing but nonetheless,i am sure all of us enjoyed the night laying back on the sandy beach and admiring the crimson blue horizon.The barbecue session was also great but instead of gorging down on the food,we related about our experiences at work,all the difficulties and obstacles we encountered in life.Truly an enriching experience as we get to meet different kinds of people with different attitudes at work.

Judgement will be arriving in a few days time and i am really getting uptight and worried.i know that i am not going to do well but i still hope for the worst.god bless me.

2006-01-21T11:09:00.000+08:00

Recently some much things and events have passed,both the good and bad things come and go.Year 2005 did not wrapped up as pleasant as i thought,the arrival of 2006 was more than a bane than a boon.My long lasting relationship with my beloved girlfriend had came to a closure,it was something that struck me real hard and i pondered about the wrongdoings that i inflicted onto her.The hurt and pain that she had gone through throughout her relationship with me is unbearable.I am truly sorry for hurting her so much but its all too late to turn back for a second glance.I did her wrong and this is my just deserts,i deserve what i am today.Just in a nick of time,i lost someone so close and dear to me whom would share with me my sorrows.
Anyways there is no point in harping on past matters,may she find her new found happiness and i would be happy for her too.i still do hope that someday may there be a miracle,till then i will just look ahead.
This blog is also dedicated to all my peers whom helped me through my moments of aniexty and kudos to them.They should know who they are as i do not have to mention names.Last but not least,my apologises to the woman i loved the most and may god bless her with everlasting happiness should she find a new partner.God bless me.

2006-01-21T10:49:00.000+08:00

Hey peeps,i have finally created this blog under some consideration.special thanks to my brother who helped and rendered his assistance into helping me making this a success.Will be back with more updates.