Sinfest

Check this out, its called Sinfest.

Breaking News!

From the newsroom:

Crawford, Texas (not AP) -

A tragic fire this morning destroyed the personal library of President George W. Bush. The fire began in the presidential bathroom where the books were kept.

Both of his books have been lost.

A presidential spokesman said the President was devastated, as he had almost finished coloring the second one.

Infantile Behaviour

For the child in us.

Maybe Singabloodypore was right. We, Singapore bloggers are infantile. Not in our writings - we are the most proficient users of the English language in Asia (really? well, according to CNA). But rather, in our understanding of the use of the blog and consquently the reading of the views of others with an open mind.

In recent weeks, we have all heard and felt sorry for the plight of Acidflask and that other PSC Scholar. But today I read about this. The poor boy was flamed about his views on NUS girls after FF wrote out against it.

I'm not saying we need to agree with all the things people say. But isn't it more mature to read it with an open mind, understand the other point of view, and perhaps agree to disagree?

We have waxed lyrical about the censorship laws of Singapore and how we fear Big Brother's watching what we say on our Blogs. But how is this different? We are effectively condemning ourselves as a community of bloggers by demanding self-censorship and the checking of our tongues. This is in the fear of getting flamed.

I agree with Miyagi-san that it's about writing responsibly. Hence you don't go around calling people names. But isn't it also about having a sense of humour too? What next? Mr Brown being labelled unpatriotic because he took the mickey at our Low Cost Terminal? Well, that might never happen because he is too popular- and in a sense powerful in Blogworld. He can make or break you, and we, as citizens have been conditioned never to go against the party in power (Well, also because Mr Brown is a nice guy).

So I say Singapore bloggers, it is not enough that we are advanced enough to have Tomorrow, our very own BoingBoing. We need to unite as a community and develop a sense of humour. To be able to laugh at ourselves and not take things too seriously nor personally.

We have a long way to grow, out of our infancy.

P.S> Ever wonder what is the point of flaming? Is it to get anger of your chest? Or is it to take it out on an online person - a non-metaphysical being - like a shadow? Or are we that vindictive that we want anything we do not like off the web? Its sad, really.

P.S2> FF has said that she wrote her post in jest too, but was taken wrongly by the readers. Apparently she stepped in to defend the poor boy not once, not twice but three times when he got flamed. Sorry, FF, I didn't read ALL the comments. You see, readers, you must apologise when you get the facts wrong, but not when you are just cracking a joke.

More Cartoons

What did I just eat?

Cartoon taken off this site called explodingdog. A collection of inane but slightly addictive cartoons.

Bunny Suicides

A very funny website with rabbits who find ingenious ways to end their lives. This is one of them.

Link here.

AcidFlask Strikes Back

The past few weeks in Blogsphere-Singapore has been abuzz with the talk of AcidFlask and his brush with A*Star and wonder aloud whether we can say anything at all anymore.

Redder has said something about it. And finds it ironical that our PM wants a more inclusive, discussive society.

And now, Acidflask has struck back. Eh, don't take silence as compliance alright? He was in the midst of his exams. To no surprise, he writes about some inaccurate news reporting and how words were used to lower his standing in the eyes of the reader (that is libel). For example, he is Chua, and not Mr Chua...

Read it. Acidflask will not go silently into the night.

Viva La Revolution!

Link Courtesy of Tomorrow.

Goodnight and Farewell

My Way - Frank Sinatra

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I’ll say it clear,
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.

I’ve lived a life that’s full.
I’ve traveled each and ev’ry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I’ve had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.
I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!

I've finally taken down Eddy Neo's link from my blog. Finally come to terms that after a week, he will not be coming back and this was not a joke. Sigh... Oh well.

Coach Carter

There is something I really like about movies with the tagline, "Inspired by a true story." Coach Carter is one of them. I caught it this morning, when Ed called my 15mins before the movie to ask if I wanted to rush down.

It was an inspiring movie which gave me goosebumps at several parts whenever there was a good line or something life-changing happened to one of the characters in the movie. Somehow, because I constantly remind myself that this actually happened (albeit we are never told how much adaptation and how much Hollywood was added to a real story), it became less of a movie, but rather as if I was there, being one of the characters.

A friend of mine used to watch movies like that. Being one of the characters I mean. So somehow or other, she always cried in movies, even romantic comedies. That was quite a bitch if you know what I mean... always walking out of the cinema as if we've had a tiff or something.

So, anyway, its a good movie, great to watch if you are feeling lost in your life, or if you want to just feel good. Go catch it.

P.S 1> There is an Oriental in the Richmond team in the movie. He never plays and all he does is sit on the bench as a reserve and go, "Yo! Yo! Yo!" like a Black man whenever his team scores. Weird.

P.S 2> The post below is a line from the movie.

What is Your Greatest Fear?

By Marianne Williamson from her book A Return to Love

Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,but that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us. It is not just in some; it is in everyone. And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Inspiring. Courtesy of the Rench.

Afterglow

A creative piece, don't think too much...

She lies on her side, her head propped up by the pillow, her back arched. Her eyes are closed and there is a hint of a smile on her face. She is reliving the moment, her breath still raggered and her body is still shuddering from the throes of passion.

I rest my head on my arm. Looking at her fondly, I tell myself how beautiful she looks. I trace a finger across her curves. From her shoulders to the roundness of her breasts to the arch of her hips, right down to the giobes of her pert bum.

Spent, I have difficulty keeping my consciousness. I collapse... my eyes slowly close...

Top 10 Movies

These are the top 10 movies I should have watched but never got a chance to.

Link here. (NSFW)

Courtesy of CowboyCaleb.

Anyone Know?

Anyone knows what happened with Bubblemunche? He committed blogicide for some reason.

Somehow, I can't help but feel like I've lost a friend. I'm in denial. I'm like a dog scratching on its owner's grave, hoping he'll come back to life...

Ok, so I'm not scratching my computer screen, but I'm doing it by keeping his link on my blog, refreshing every now and then, hoping that all of this is a bad joke.

So, as the song goes, "Why, why tell me why..."

Anyone knows?

Currently Listening To...

Currently listening to an old Frank album I stumbled across...

He Wonders...

My friend, Rench mourns the death of Dr Wee as well. But he also wonders aloud what will happen when the Father of Singapore moves on, as sure as we are mortal.

Read about it here.

Just make sure you don't quote him out of context k? He loves respects MM.

Run. Sweat. Run.

For some reason, I woke up at 7 this morning. As I sat in the local coffeeshop, having my kopi, eggs and toast, I looked up and saw my first sun rise in many months. It was beautiful, a reminder of how glorious a new day can be. For certain reasons my life had been covered by a dark pall over the past few months, but now that I've met Lisa, it seems as if the dark shroud has been removed.

So it was quite apt that she was sitting next to me at the coffeeshop, squinting and making comments about how the sun was getting in her eyes. Haha. =(

Anyway, after the breakfast had settled somewhat, I went for a good run. It was a good run because I ended up drenched in my own sweat. Fitness buffs would agree that there is nothing more rewarding that taking your top off and being about to wring your sweat into a puddle on the ground. Yes, disgusting as that might sound, it is oddly therapeutic.

Sunrise, good run, good start to the day. Off to do my chores now. Before Gavin comes over. =)

Citizen Wee 1915 - 2005

"Take away the word President and I'm just Wee Kim Wee. An old man, like the next."

This is how Dr Wee should be remembered. Warm, real, and always having the time for the common man. The People's President.

As you said Sir, "Go with God". May you rest in peace.

Bored

I was bored in the afternoon and decided to do a few personality tests from Blogthings.

I know they are inaccurate and ridiculous, mainly because these tests do not tell you who you are, but who you think you are. Plus, on this site, the test is too short to be accurate. You need more control questions.

But hey, what to do? Bored mah.

Rubbish I

Your #1 Match: ESTJ

The Guardian You're a natural leader and quick, logical decision maker. Goals are important in your life, and you take many steps to achieve them. You enjoy interacting with others, mostly through work related activities. Your high energy level means you are great at getting things done! You would make a great teacher, judge, or police detective.

Or a revolutionary, a terrorist or a despot.

What's Your Personality Type?

Rubbish II

Your Seduction Style: The Coquette

You are a pro at playing the age old game of hard to get. Your flirting style runs hot and cold, giving just enough to keep them chasing you. Independent and self-sufficient, you don't need any one person to make you compelte. And that independence is exactly what makes people pursue you.

What Is Your Seduction Style?

The Ideal Man

Courtesy of Kim, who had a conversation with a wise old friend of ours.

From a conversation with Warden:

A woman's ideal man is not one who is the new-age sensitive man nor the one oozing of sheer manliness and testosterone. The new-age sensitive man might be too soft while a woman can sometimes only put up for so long as the mother figure in a patriach family.

Her ideal would be a man who would hold her hand, be sensitive and listen to her when she has problems. However, he would have to be able to stand up and protect her. He would be gentle and loving and attend to her every whim. But he must be able to firmly point out her mistakes when she has made one. Correcting her and yet making it gentle and constructive rather than being overly critical. He will make love to her rather than have sex unless she wants to be taken and ravished almost senseless.

Her ideal man has to embody both ends of the spectrum. To be sensitive or manly at the right time and the right place.

True?