The Politics of Fear

For reasons which are unreasonable considering that I'm in the midst of a work crisis, my thoughts shifted to the French and Bolshevik revolutions and the politics of this country which is dominated by one party. Then I thought I shouldnt drink too much as my mental faculties are on sick leave.

Behind this randomness, I've discovered I've been manipulated by fear. Politically, socially and spiritually, the basic tenet of human behaviour is driven by fear. But is fear bad? In some context, fear is a virtue. Fear God for he is the Almighty and fear the powerful forces of nature. Its also fear that stop us from coveting our neighbours' spouses.

While we allow these sort of fears to heighten our appreciation of life, its also fear that incapacitate us, casting a shadow over our ability to trust our instints to survive and flourish. Browsing over some Macchiavelli articles, this culture of fear is embedded in politics, media and religion.

I suppose the answer to our fear must lie in the opposite definition of fear. Courage is more exhilarating than fear apparently.

A DAMN Football Match

Something's amiss when your PM is involved in a reality TV programme. Surely, there are more pressing matters at hand than an inconsequential football match. By attending the match, he put himself in a DAMN DAMN situation. Damn, if you showed allegiance to the national team (and incur the wrath of 50k oddballs) and Damn, if you supported your son in law's MyTeam (which he did by showing up).

I'm with FAM (the football association) on this. Why risk the non existant reputation of the national team further when they are already doing a fine job themselves?

I feel nausea just thinking about the whole thing.

Screwing Around

The little experiment is over and I feel liberated!

Since last Tuesday I've blogged daily excluding the weekends (even God rests) to test a theory of mine.

"Daily grinders make better whores"

Apart from loosening up, I've become more intuitive with the things that makes this experience gratifying. Anyway, I've got a plane to catch.

Daily service will resume next week. Muah!

Seeing is Believing

The first time I met the Prime Minister, I had the audacity to laugh at his high waisted pants covering his ample midriff. I've also had the pleasure of watching the CEO of a local conglomerate devouring nostril pickings. Another time, an unattainable luscious spread of a rather delightful dish slithering across the room had the bouquet of a constipated camel.

The people I met, but the rest were fabricated in my mind so that they become approachable, weak or undesirable.

The next time I look into your eyes like I'm all ears when I'm all mind, I'm trying to contain myself from getting into your pants. And dont mind that hint of a grin either.

Enola is not a Gay song

Mummy is no bombshell.


Enola Gay, you should have stayed at home yesterday
Oho it can't describe the feeling and the way you lied

These games you play, they're gonna end it all in tears someday
Oho Enola Gay, it shouldn't ever have to end this way

It's 8:15, that's the time that it's always been

We got your message on the radio, condition's normal and you're coming home
Enola Gay, is mother proud of little boy today
Oho, this kiss you give, it's never ever gonna fade away

Enola Gay, it shouldn't ever have to end this way
Oho Enola Gay, it should've faded our dreams away

It's 8:15, oh that's the time that it's always been

We got your message on the radio, condition's normal and you're coming home
Enola Gay, is mother proud of little boy today
Oho, this you give, it's never ever gonna fade away

I love this song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark (OMD). 20 odd years on, its still ringing in my head, and then, it occurred to me .......IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE!

Enola Gay is the B 29 bomber which dropped the first atomic bomb at Hiroshima. Through some extensive research (google no less), I found out that the plane was named by the pilot, Paul Tibetts, in memory of his mother.

Sweet but if you're going to kill 40,000 civilians, surely mummy wouldn't approve let alone unload her booty.

Dangerous Ideas from An Idle Mind

I love the idea of rebadgeing cars and calling it our own. It sure saves you lots of money from unnecessary research, marketing and other important stuff that makes a business tick. This killer idea should have been incorporated into the 9MP and the Vision 2020.

Some would claim that this idea is not new as it has been implemented previously in trying to reverse the brain drain. This was an astounding success apparently, as shiploads of Indonesian immigrants were given citizenship to arrest this disturbing outflow. It was so successful that other peripheral industries benefitted. Construction of police beats and the security business saw an exponential growth in revenue.

On a personal note, I wonder if I can borrow someone else's blog and rename it. I like this person.

Da Vinci Demystified

because I'm a trend setter, i stopped reading Da Vinci Code and ignored everything about it when it became fashionable And because I set trends, and since the movie is out And since it has become fashionable to dismiss it, I'm going to watch it because I think its fashionable to set the trend of liking it.

I hope its a romantic comedy because I need a laugh.

Bird in Hand

I'm shedding skin and my Liverbird tattoo looks diseased and pink.


*big frown*

flamingo jokes would not amuse.

Mouthpiece

The perversion of power from getting a fellatio exceeds the derived pleasure.
The perversion of power from giving a fellatio exceeds the derived pleasure.

This heady exchanges are about the continuous transfer of power and sharing a common ground. Its a win win situation.

I share Vic's sentiments about the political and economic climate devouring this country. But there are changes, subtle it may be. A perceptive friend told me recently that NST, the beleaguered government mouthpiece, is gaining credibility with contributing columnists such as Yasmin Ahmad, Imtiaz Bakhtiar and the like. Sacred cows and left field ideas once censored are being debated.

I read Paddy Schubert's Mother's Day article in the NST. She wrote that at her son's funeral, a Malay friend sang Amazing Grace at the church ceremony. Editorial would have intervened 12 months back.

By giving back the freedom of expression and power, true governance and care will take place. You'll less likely get bitten,

A Virgin Whore Test

di·chot·o·my ( P ) Pronunciation Key (d-kt-m)n. pl. di·chot·o·mies
Division into two usually contradictory parts or opinions: “the dichotomy of the one and the many” (Louis Auchincloss).

If the dichotomy of gay men is Top and Bottom,
gay women must be ................?

A quiz that might interest all virgin-whores out there.

Indelible Love

For almost 90 minutes, I thought I had jinxed Liverpool by ingraining an indelible design of absolute love on matchday itself. Thankfully, the love was reciprocated.

The tattooist said I was the most excitable customer she had the pleasure of torturing. Perhaps it was my stupid little grin but I blame it on the fluttering butterflies in my stomach. To cut a long story short, the first cut is the deepest, cutting it close and cutting corners, I didnt faint nor did I cry. I was stoned silent.

Its still sore today and it doesnt help when friends slap you in the arm. I would be happier with a slap across the face.

The tattoo itself.

* Its a Liverbird and not the logo of The Chicken Rice Shop!

The Inconspicuous Benefits of Black and White

Watching the 1962 World Cup programme in black and white gave me goosebumps. Joanna Lumley remains my greatest perversion, World War II was the most romantic of wars and Alfred Hitchcock's warped films was the most unnerving.

There's nothing quite like the magnificence of colours and the stories they tell. But its the untold stories that piqued the senses. Imagine a spot of dampness in Joanna's red underwear. Colour will brush that accurately whereas the magnitude of the dampness and redness are left to your own in black and white. And mum will tell you that if your're left to your own devices, you're capable of the most heinous of crimes.

Even books should be read in black and white. Try reading the benchmark spy novel, 'The Spy who Came in from the Cold' by Le Carre uncoloured. The plotting and counterplotting, the cold and the barren landscape leaves everything to the imagination.

Grey matters in black and white.

Designer Love

I'm PUMPED

I'm taking the PLUNGE!

I'm ingraining an indelible design of absolute love. Right or left arm?

Shifting Sand, Hot Air and the Great Divide

The conspiracists are having a field day deciphering this stupendous curveball thrown by the Malaysian government on closing the negotiations on the crooked bridge. Needless to say, the Singaporeans are perplexed and stumped by this discontinuation of talks; that they probably suspect behind this preposterousness, there must be some kind of genius. I think people think too hard and try to see what's not there. The facts are there.

1. The announcement to end negotiations on the issue.
We've so many bilateral issues which has remained unresolved since the split. We could have KIVed the issue and revive it at a more opportune time.

2. The intervention of The International Court of Law or Arbitration (or whatever you call it, cant be eff to research).
Excuse me, the dispute hasnt arised yet and noone has brought the matter up to the concerned judiciary bodies. Why the speculation on the possible outcome of justice before deliberations on the negotiations are conducted?

3. Selling sand and airspace.
One is a red herring and one is a commercial matter to benefit a few. Airspace is the sovereign asset owned by the country and any revenue collected from it, directly goes to the coffers of the governement. Sand is different in that there are private stakeholders who own land and concessions who will benefit directly from it. Since sand is a strategic commodity, APs would have to be issued. We all know the rest of the scheme.

4. Negotiations to be called off because of legal implications.
The legal implication at this juncture is that someone has possibly made overtures to Singapore to include the sand and airspace in the negotiations. The plot was on the verge of falling apart, thus the need to close the negotiations before it unravels.

Of course, this whole conspiracy put forth is purely speculative and totally baseless. I kid you not.

A poem by the Scottish poet Robert Burns (1759 - 96):
The best laid schemes o' mice and men
Gang aft agley [often go awry]
And leave us nought but grief and pain
For promised joy!