USSR

singapore time 10 am (Russia time 06 am) : wakes up
singapore time 11 am (Russia time 07 am ) : go to work
singapore time 01 pm (Russia time 10 am) : breakfast
singapore time 02 pm (Russia time 11 am ) : back to work
singapore time 08 pm (Russia time 04 pm ) : lunch
singapore time 09 pm (Russia time 05 pm ) : back to work
singapore time 02 am (Russia time 10 pm ) : goes home
singapore time 03 am (Russia time 11 pm ) : dinner
singapore time 04 am (Russia time 12 am ) : sleeps

I'm staying in singapore, living on Russian timing.

Fear

I fear to get drunk, for i may make a fool out of myself,
I fear to stay sober, for i cannot accept reality.

I fear to tell the truth, for people rather listen to lies,
I fear to tell lies, for i have to keep telling more to cover the previous one.

I fear to have fun, for i don't think i deserve to,
I fear to suffer, for i don't want to treat myself badly.

I fear to get into a relationship, for i may get hurt,
I fear to stay single, for i will die alone.

I fear to do badly, for i cannot dissappoint myself,
I fear to do well, for i have to work harder to outdo myself next time.

I fear to go clubbing, for i feel like i don't belong there anymore,
I fear to stay home, for i don't want to be there.

I fear to run the red light, for i may get knock down,
I fear to wait for the green light, for i will be late.

I fear to speak my mind, for i may offend others,
I fear to reserve my thoughts, for doing so offends me.

I fear to work everyday, for i need to rest,
I fear to laze around, it makes me feels useless.

I fear to meet strangers, for i don't want to get judge by people i don't know,
I fear to meet friends, for i feel like i don't know them anymore.

I fear to stay awake, for i have to face the world,
I fear to sleep, for i may not wake up ever again.

I fear commitment, for i want to be free,
I fear diversity, for i need focus in my life.

I fear to stay young, for i want to mature,
I fear to grow old, for its not as easy as it seems.

I fear contradiction, for it messes up my mind,
I fear single mindedness, for it leaves me with no choice.

I fear life, for life is full of uncertainties
I fear death, for death is random.

I fear everything, especially fear itself.

It takes great amount of courage everyday to wake up and face our daily fears. Give yourself a pat on your back, treat yourself nice today. You deserves it :D

Scents of Memories

Sometimes when I'm near others who are smoking, I'll purposely get behind them to take a breathe of second hand smoke. The aroma reminds me of the lunch breaks at Taco bell, the endless nites in Tekong bunks, the clubbing day in Phuture. I could almost hear the music in my head ...

The sense of smell is a tricky one, its hard to remember and replicate in your mind the specify scent of certain things. But once it gets to you , memories will start flooding in , till the wind comes and blow it all away...

The smell of Clinic Happy perfume reminds me of Cpt Phua.... the days of slogging in raven and the times we have road trips in his car, my eye's itchy

The smell of car air con reminds me of Gurdave's little calcutta taxi.... how we couldn't find it at Zouk Out sentosa, the long trip to sungei buloh to catch JB's sun rise, the drifting stuns near Suntec City.

The smell of algea reminds me of tekong toliet..... how i used to hate washing them, then as an instructors force others to wash them, I can still feel the chills going to the toliet at 3am.

The smell of CK one mixed wif Gastby Wax reminds me of zouk..... ladies nite, the taste of long island tea, the blasting music, the gals I met there, "Hi, I'm Rick , Rack, Rex. "

The suffocating smell of room with spoilt air con.... reminds me of raven 4 platoon office.... the stench on SBO, the days struggling to keep awake, teo O peng hanging in the corner, Desmond's guitar strumming Chiristian songs. Can't get enough of that.

The smell of chlorine reminds me of swiming with David and Ren..... the gossips at the swimming pool, the sun burnt skins and the great Ban Mian after that : )

The smell of chivas reminds me of Vincent..... his soft spoken voice, how he never gets drunk , how he finally got drunk, the heart wrenching love story he told one new years night.

The smell of carpet reminds me of the days in Fyspj room.... endless night of slogging , sleeping under the table, having the time of my life.

The smell of beer reminds me of Mr Pandian..... his award winning store room, his dedication to his work. His blood shot eyes after drinking.

The smell of leaves reminds me of my sispec days.... prone down, run, prone down, run...

A certain special scent reminds me of the girl I once love.... the happy times when we were together, the lonely nights when we were apart... I was so near I can breath her, yet we are never meant to be.... so near yet so far....

You wanna piece of me?

If humans are cannibalistic, the dynamics of the world will definately be different. It will be like back to the animal kingdom, anyone will be each other's lunch.

So will the world still be civilised if we are cannibals? The answer is yes. Look at the weird stuff people are doing nowadays, we can take any shit as long as we are used to it. Eating each other doesn't makes us more cruel. Trust me, humans are fuck up enough already.

So in what situation are humans eaten? Well , we could be reared in farms like livestock. Then slaughtered, froze packed and sold at a NTUC near you. In seafood restuarants, humans will be in large fish tanks next to fish and crabs for you to pick. On the walls of cafes, you will see photos of "dishes of the day" like those outside KTV lounge so that you can choose.

It could end it in a more barbaric situation where hungry parents eat their own kids, perverts lurk around dark alley hoping to have a taste of virgins. But in some ways, this could end world hunger. China India and Africa will be damn rich for their human resources, literally.

What if humans are exotic food that only the rich can enjoy? Or has healing qualities that can cure diseases. Maybe you will see couples offering pieces of themself to each other as a token of love?

If the world is really cannibalistic, will there be any laws to guide them? Children below age of 18 are not for consumption? Its illegal to murder but legal to eat? How will our laws decide? How will our moral values steer us?

I hope ugly people taste better. There are definately no advantages in being ugly in our society. Except the self decieving, "ugly ppl are kind" and "fat ppl are funny" sterotypes. How can you be kind when people insult ur fucking look everyday? How can u be humorous when others laught at you every moment?

If ugly people taste better, then they can be on par will good looking people. You will see "So wat if i'm ugly, i taste better!" t shirts all around. Chicks will get turn on by ugly guys cause they "taste" better too.. Woo hooo! Please lets us ugly people taste gooood.

(monotone, after licking himself, found out that he's not ugly after all. Do not question where he lick)

Tua liap

Girls always wonder why guys are so obsessed with boobs. They will complain that we are shallow, horny bastards. Well all guys are bastards. They can't be bitches rite?
From a primitive point of view, boobs provide milk for the child, therefore bigger boobs = more milk (not scientifically proven) = child is better provided = good mother. Its sub consciously inprinted in our mind and we don't really think about it.
Gals with big boobs attract attention easier. If u have a chio and flat chested gal, a plain jane and a ugly busty gal walking down the street, the conversation u are most likely to hear is:
"wah tua liap"
"where?... wah sibeh tua"
After the gals walk pass
"She chio or not ah?"
"Dunno leh didn't notice"
Guys are attracted to shapes and curve and movment.... which is everything in a bouncing boobs. Yeah and we dun really care if its fake or not. We only care how big it is and not how it got big.
Tua liap is the international standard as far as it goes. You can't argue with it. A common conversation most guys will have is:
"wah 3 o clock cute gal in pink mini skirt"
(15 sec later) "Ur 3 o clock or mine?"
(30 sec later)"My 3 o clock ur 9 15"
"The one in pink mini skirt with white t shirt?"
"Ya, cute rite?"
"Wah lao damn ugly, wats wrong wif your taste?"
"Er.... oh i didn't see clearly"

Thats it, some guys refuse to admit that they have poor taste in gals. We simply act blur. So a simple solution is:
"wah tua liap"
(dun even need directions) "ya tua liap"

Conclusion: guys dun like to talk much, a simple conversation is a good conversation