On the 25th of Dec, we exchange holiday experiences.

In the month of Nov, we exchange information during bidding.

On the 25th of Dec, we chat about the upcoming Boxing Day fixtures in the BPL.

In the month of Nov, we chat about the upcoming exam schedules.

On the 25th of Dec, we sing songs about giving, joy and Santa Claus.

In the month of Nov, we sing songs about professors, fallacies and the auntie at Subway.

On the 25th of Dec, power sockets are used to power christmas trees and chocolate fondue fountains.

In the month of Nov, power sockets are used to power laptops, ipods and handphones.

On the 25th of Dec, we talk about how the past year has been wonderful.

In the month of Nov, we talk about how the past night's 3 hours of sleep was wonderful.

On the 25th of Dec, we exchange well-wishes, blessings and gifts.

In the month of Nov, we exchange grievances, readings and shitz.

On the 25th of Dec, we hang glittery balls onto christmas trees.

In the month of Nov, we hang ourselves in group study rooms.


Last but not least,

On the 25th of Dec, SS stands for Super Santa.

In the month of Nov, SS stands for...................







Santa, save us. Christmas cannot come sooner.



Yours Sincerely
Gareth aka Jlo aka Jun Long


p.s. I admit I haven't started mugging intensively yet but I promise you I will soon. While wild boars in Tekong charge before thinking, I charge my batteries before mugging.

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9:11 AM;

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You know why it sucks to lose big matches? Because you have to endure the ribbing and worst of all, I don't even dare to read the newspapers for a couple of days after we've lost.

Newspapers LOVE to whack us whenever we lose. It's as if all the journalists in the world are jealous Liverpool fans. Incredible! I remember the Burnley match. Headlines after the loss read "United in Crisis" "Come back, Ronny" "United Blake-d"

Argh.. And when Liverpool or Chelsea lose?
"Aquilani's will win us the league" (NOT!)
"XXX set to face the wrath of the wounded beasts"
"Returning King (Joe) Cole will lift the gloom"

What happened to the witty headlines you guys could have come up with?
"Dont bother calling 999, the Kop is down!"
"Benitez Agger-vated!"
"Ess-sian!"
"Fergie: 'Cech-mate!'"

But anyway, on to my main point.

Sadly, the liverpool match confirmed what I've feared all along. Despite the wealth of midfield players we have at our disposal, none of them can carry a team like Stevie G or Lampard can.



Michael Carrick?

Benayoun could have been slurping a bowl of laksa and still zipped past him.



Scholes?

He's now so slow that even Titus Bramble can out-sprint him. See-rye-ears!!!



Anderson?

He needs to stop thinking he's Scholes by pinging cross-field passes all the time. Shoot more! Even Evra shoots more than you.



Hargreaves?

A flower vase. So fragile he's perma-crocked. Hopefully his extended holidays have changed that!




Get well soon Fletcher! We need you back.

8:21 AM;

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What's up with Singaporeans?

Firstly, to the dude who sports a mat cap and squints out at the corner of your eye while plonking yourself onto the seat and pretending to sleep, WAKE UP. Blind as a bat, fat as a cat, whatever. I am no noble soul but if I see an old lady's hand trembling just from holding onto the pole, i'd give up my seat without a second thought.

Just because you have two foreign objects stuck in your larger-than-an-elephant ear doesn't give you the right to PRETEND not to hear calls for you to give up your seat. Then again, I hope your earpiece's so dirty (it probably is given your laziness) you get millions of zits and pimples on your ears. Talk about funky ear accessories.



Secondly, to the missys and misters who 'politely' tilt your bodies to allow other and enjoy being grinded upon, provided the feeling's mutual, then by all means go ahead. Otherwise, freaking step out of the train before re-entering. Want to 'bua' go club, please thanks!

And indeed, I chanced upon a certain post and it evoked really poignant emotions. Memories of yesteryear suddenly came flooding back.

Memories of scrambling for the ball on the beach volleyball court, memories of digging up hot sand furiously so that I could seek the cool of the bottom earth , memories of going all out and breaking layers after layers of energy dissapating pads (HAHA), memories of heaving huge tar-po-lines across giant monsters, memories of digging into tupperwares after tupperwares of mongolian lamb, memories of snacking on nestle ice-cream just across the carpark lot, memories of chasing after emus and kangaroos......

And most importantly, memories of our final hurrah.








Be Sure Always!

11:56 PM;

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Now now, the food debate is getting on my nerves. MAAAAAAN, why can't people just realise that food is for our pleasure and consumption? It's not as if Singapore or Malaysia will lose out in any sense if the respective food items do not originate from them?

Why kick up such a big fuss? Given the time they spent on 'research', I do honestly feel they could have spent their time better. I mean, Chilli crab, what in the world is wrong with having two variations?! It spells variation for consumers! If you guys really must bicker about having a unique identity, think of a new dish. For example, we Singaporean-Chinese use crispy mantous as an excuse to wallop even more yummy chilli crab 'zhap'.



Similarly, why don't someone come up with ketupats to dip into chilli crab sauce?! Imagine the overall increase in utility us consumers will enjoy. Sighhh, this is a downright erosion of consumer welfare.


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Next up, I just read an article about Li Jiawei and her baby. Like.. wth?! The baby's just arrived and these people are already giving the whole family flak. Will the baby be a Singaporean? Will the baby grab Olympic gold in the future with the crescent and five stars in the background?

Get a life dudes. Table tennis balls can wait.. First up? Fishballs duh. Who can not like those springy tangible balls. Give the baby a chance to grow up. The issue of citizenship can wait. This family deserves a chance to embrace their new family life!

Anw, since we are on the whole citizenship issue, Coco Lee has become the latest celebrity to express interest in become Singaporean. Woah, we certainly are attracting foreign talent. People may think that our government shouldn't issue pink ICs like 100 plus at Army Half Marathon but a little glitz and glamour to brighten up our landscape wouldn't hurt.

Look at the local scene, the stars are definitely getting fewer while older. Where are the fresh young talent?! We guys demand more Ou Xuans (when she was younger) and Rui Ens! Maybe Coco Lee appearing as Gongli's daughter and Hui Ge's wife on some show called 'Beach Golf Babes' will inspire more acting wannabes. Having Coco as your wife on screen? Guys will kill.



If Hui Ge can hug Coco, so can you.

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In retrospect, maybe the government should have focused on branding Singapore as 'the most westernized country you can ever find in Asia'. Maybe then, it wouldn't be Coco requesting citizenship.

Maybe then, I'll get to catch Ms Emma Watson buying tangyuan at Mr Bean one day. Or even better, tucking in to chilli crab with a mantou in one hand, and a ketupat in the other.



Go figure.

11:45 PM;

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I'm proud as hell to be Singaporean because

1) We are small but pack alot of punch. Dense, in a postive way.
2) We have an enviable public transport system, as in seriously.
3) We have great NDP songs, most of the time.
4) We have an awesome passport.
5) There are so many soccer courts around.
6) There are kopitiams which exude singaporean-ity.
7) The food, people.. The foood.
8) We are so clustered together, its almost impossible to feel lonely.
9) My family and friends are here, for life.
10)It's where I belong.

Anw, besides feeling slightly patriotic, I am really thankful for the past couple of months. Had the time and luxury to slowly consolidate and rethink about lots of stuff. I guess I can safely say that I am ready to step into this next phase of life with reasonable assurance and sense of anticipation.

Here's to uni!

But first, Boss, you have to let me beat the bids. =(

9:23 AM;

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It takes two hands to clap. Ah whatever, I guess bonds and ties have to be maintained by both sides. One can only do so much. If the other hand's going to stay stationary, one hand's going to be exhausted doing all the moving and clapping.

Oh, on Saturday, I had a good taste of the benefits of being able to drive, although I was not driving lah sigh.. Although it was only me and hongwei, STILL, it was quite interesting travelling to Jalan Kayu to eat the revered 'Guan Yin' of all Pratas.



We had cheese pratas, plaster pratas, garlic pratas and this humongous one called mushroom cheese prata. After that we went for an extended aimless spin around the sleepy Punggol neighbourhood. To be honest, I felt damn surprised to see it being so 'undeveloped' or 'rustic' since it sounds better. I'm not damning the place but I really expected roads in Singapore to be all barricaded if there's even such a term! Ahh but that's besides the point, what I want to say is that sometimes the best plan is still, to have no plan. Impromptu's the way to go, Period. Sometimes.

Aiya, and I really really want to start picking up the guitar. I'm going to do so this week I promise. I've had the privillege of being in bands in secondary school and jc but I believe a top attraction of music is it supposedly being mobile and impromptu. That sadly, is difficult to achieve in a band because numbers matter.

However, imagine taking a stroll along a cool breezy stretch of coastal path before just deciding to settle down at some cosy nicely-lighted corner and 'chill' (convenient word). Then, someone whips out a guitar and starts to strum a familiar tune as the others start to hum and sing along. At that moment, everybody's totally immersed and lost in their own unque world. That's mobile and impromptu-ness epitomised for you right there.

And that, is a stage I like to call musical......



Weird random post but yeah, music makes the world go round. Really.

6:13 AM;

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The following definition of Karma's what I found online.

In Buddhist teaching, the law of karma, says only this: `for every event that occurs, there will follow another event whose existence was caused by the first, and this second event will be pleasant or unpleasant according to if its cause was skillful or unskillful.'

A skillful event is one that is not accompanied by craving, resistance or delusions; an unskillful event is one that is accompanied by any one of those things. (Events are not skillful in themselves, but are so called only in virtue of the mental events that occur with them.)

Therefore, the law of Karma teaches that responsibility for unskillful actions is born by the person who commits them.



Chim? You bet! But basically, I personally just summarise all those into that all-too-familiar saying "You Reap What You Sow."



Karma nowadays is something over-used as a convenient excuse to explain something that's vaguely diffcult to explain. Everything can be attributed to Karma. Why so? Karma preaches the significance of cause and effect. People, however, abuse this idealogy and use Karma as the reasons ('cause') for events ('effects') that happen for convenience sake.

For example, if this woman's abused by a horrible stepfather and equally abusive mother since young, and she eventually turns to Buddhism because Karma is in fact, a logical reason to explain the brutal unfair unreasonable attacks she has suffered since infancy.

To me, it's perhaps denial at its most extreme. Refusal to accept fundamentally flawed families. Refusal to accept reality. Others may go as far as to say it's dangerous brainwashing because in such cases, victims find a way to forgive their abusers and these criminals get away scot-free, ready to inflict pain and suffering on hapless others.



And then there is the beginning. Somehow, Karma has to start at some stage doesn't it?

Do we start off as humans or animals? Is it like some roulette of destiny whereby it's by luck which 'body' you first inhabit?

Are there a limited amount of entities in the world since we all technically, have lived once or more?
If so, as the global population continues to expand, does it mean more animals are being reincarnated to be reborn as human beings? Or is the situation like a factory, churning out more new unique entities second after second?



Chicken...? Or egg?

9:39 AM;

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