tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246059602024-03-19T11:59:10.678+08:0069 with Terence69All about nothing. And there aren't really 69 blogs either. Numerically or positionally. Just got bored over the holidays in 2006 and was itching to do something. Didn't get to do it, so I did this instead. I really should get a hobby. And so should you, if you're actually reading this crap.Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-22593496532651982732016-11-26T15:57:00.000+08:002016-11-27T21:34:42.116+08:00<div abp="0" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_5839384800a302485992086">
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-13954754185968839272012-04-25T10:31:00.000+08:002012-04-25T10:31:18.375+08:00Star Trek LCARS On My Android<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Having been using an Android mobile phone for some time now, I've actually scoured the web for a Star Trek theme for a really long time. Results were always the same. Similar to a search for cash in my wallet, nothing of note if anything at all.<br />
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I began to wonder if my sense of desperation to fulfill that geeky need to have some kind of trekker (or trekkie) looking phone device in my hands, the way one would feel when stuck in the middle of an empty plain with bursting bowels, would ever find relief.<br /><br />Then it dawned on my wilting mind that I could dig a hole myself, instead of waiting for a kind passerby. Starfleet didn't prepare me for this.<br /><br />Now I have my own little Star Trek inspired theme on my Android, and I feel a little closer to the future. And my mind is back in space. Or probably just pretty much spaced out as usual. I still pretend to be a handicapped Vulcan who goes through pon farr every seven hours. Ok, maybe I'm not pretending.<br />
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Feel free to get it too, if you are using an Android smartphone and have a little urge to have a similar look installed. Just take a look at the <a href="https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.gau.go.launcherex.theme.startrek" target="_blank">LCARS Star Trek theme for Go Launcher on Google Play (link)</a> and make it so. Oh yes, you'll have to use Go Launcher Ex to use this theme, which comes with a host of very cool features too. If you really like it, and you do use it, my deepest thanks to you for buying me a drink. If you should pop into Ten Forward, I'll bring some Orion slaves along to entertain you.<br />
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Live long and prosper. Even if your planet has been destroyed by a reboot.<div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-52240329135542656202011-07-06T03:00:00.000+08:002011-07-06T10:03:36.607+08:00Repetitive Memories & Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoXEJREjAkA/ThPCH6IiWKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/uchY9-jLtj0/s1600/1269999464823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoXEJREjAkA/ThPCH6IiWKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/uchY9-jLtj0/s1600/1269999464823.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-57515403166909352452011-07-05T22:00:00.016+08:002011-07-05T23:18:52.006+08:00What I Have Learnt From LifeThere is an eerie compulsion to be nice even though according to certain reliable sources, I am obviously not (I might also say I think that Geylang is just as a reliable source, for virtuous potential foreign brides). An odd Neanderthal need to be appreciated by the ones I love or care about. Much as the darkness that thrives in my words and its incessant whine on the pointless deeds for nothing, people and life, I still end up trying. <br />
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Tasting sweet nectar occasionally, I push on only to realize the foul phlegm spat upon my back. I can still feel it encrusted on the blades wedged between my shoulder blades by hands of a proclaimed epitome of empathetic kindness. I guess some people might take the loving stealth, demonstrated in placing the forementioned sputum from a discreetly malicious mouth and knife, without my knowledge, as love. I certainly hope they experience the joy that they so lovingly offer to others, as well. Many times over.<br />
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Well, I did talk about the darkness within my words, haven’t I? Nah, I don't wish anything on them. Life has a beautiful road of parity on it's own. Duplicity is amazingly mirrored and ultimately projected to and from the associates in their lives. <br />
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But there is a reason for my words, I suppose. Caring and sharing has certainly improved my life. It has lightened my load, especially where assets and cash are concerned. And it has also dramatically provided my complexion with a certain glow, much like a radioactive scrotum.<br />
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Do the right thing I say, in light or darkness. Silly me. I’ve been roasting a brick, while dreaming of marshmallows.<br />
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I’ve always wondered, if there is really something this world has to offer. After all that I’ve gone through, I can honestly say, yes. Being the deluded clever thing that I am (one might say I resemble those round things found on the tentacles of an octopus), I dove right in to experience every sensation I could from what I would assume to be the beauty of life, within the confines of what I would desperately attempt to hope is the morally correct thing to do. I discovered how life offered me a chance to bleed. I didn’t believe it.<br />
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I believed truly in the possibilities of truth and integrity. It gave me a new fork deep in my perineum. <br />
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I still believe in life. I truly still do.<br />
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I believe it will end eventually. Soon. Please.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></o:p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-43912901747921223482011-04-05T02:57:00.000+08:002011-04-05T02:57:23.256+08:00The VoidVoid, empty, hollow inside<br />
My dreams have fled, my hopes have died<br />
Existence has no reason<br />
Life's just passing with each season<br />
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She was my life, my hope, my love<br />
All is gone, passed by thereof<br />
The hurt is such no one should bear<br />
What's to life, why should I care? <br />
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I weep all night for my love gone<br />
My heart is sick, for death I long<br />
Mine eyes well tears for love that's lost<br />
I'll mourn always for the great cost<br />
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But in each day Lord give me hope<br />
Strengthen me so I may cope<br />
Grant me wisdom to help me see<br />
Thy great way and not just me.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucUDFh4rUUw/TZoUWWKRBlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XTZCfmBA0fE/s1600/ripped+heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="380" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucUDFh4rUUw/TZoUWWKRBlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XTZCfmBA0fE/s400/ripped+heart.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-28070395830214483672011-01-10T12:00:00.004+08:002011-01-10T12:34:31.841+08:00Torn<p$1><p$1>I'm good, I'm bad.<br />
I'm strong, I'm weak.<br />
I'm happy, I'm depressed.<br />
I'm patient, I'm angry.<br />
I'm decent, I'm filthy.<br />
I'm virile, I'm impotent.<br />
I'm funny, I'm lame.<br />
I'm kind, I'm harsh.<br />
I'm carefree, I'm emotional.<br />
I'm apathetic, I'm nosy.<br />
I'm flexible, I'm a control freak.<br />
I'm stoic, I'm senstitive.<br />
I'm loving, I'm lustful.<br />
I'm submissive, I'm dominatng.<br />
I'm playful, I'm flirtatious.<br />
I'm giving, I'm selfish.<br />
I'm sexy, I'm depraved.<br />
I'm right, I'm wrong.<br />
I'm passionate, I'm fixated.<br />
I'm exciting, I'm boring.<br />
I'm persevering, I'm tired.<br />
I'm sensual, I'm disgusting.<br />
I'm alive, I'm dying.<br />
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I'm witty, I'm a fool.<br />
I'm quiet, I talk too much.<br />
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I'm a blessing, I'm a torment.<br />
I'm cloaked in righteousness,<br />
I'm a sinner.<br />
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I'm never the first,<br />
I'm never the last.<br />
I'm loved, I'm an alternative.<br />
I'm at peace, I'm in pain.<br />
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I laugh, I cry,<br />
I love, I despise.<br />
I want to live, I want to die.<br />
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My face, my mask.<br />
I am me, I am somebody else.<br />
I am a joke, I am not funny.<br />
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I want more, I have had enough.</p$1></p$1><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-11696138455289604682010-09-21T01:00:00.000+08:002010-09-21T10:45:44.527+08:00Wrong<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx7s7ASxubk/TJgaXJmogYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/n3bNLAvbXXY/s1600/Jump+-+FAIL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx7s7ASxubk/TJgaXJmogYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/n3bNLAvbXXY/s1600/Jump+-+FAIL.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gJLjXJ9-T6U?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gJLjXJ9-T6U?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Ever felt like everything you're doing or everything that you are just doesn't quite click?<div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-60423244106206098032010-09-03T18:32:00.002+08:002016-10-24T00:15:02.954+08:00A Prayer.I am writing this down now, that I might remember how and what I am feeling.<br />
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It's not the first, and when I felt so before, something has or will happen in my life. And it's not a good feeling. The last time I felt something similar, it changed my life and threw it into the gutters for a couple or more years. Other times, I may not have realised the changes or perhaps I didn't pay attention in my own spirituality. Other times, I felt blessed and had embarked on mission work for a short while.<br />
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Now, my mind seems to be going in circles giving me a numbed headache, my heart racing downwards as if towards a certain unsavoury feeling. I am rather nauseous intermittently. There is a bad feeling around me, what perhaps one might call bad vibes.<br />
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I know not what to do. Yet I feel like my Father God is stirring the Holy Spirit in or around me and perhaps warning me or perhaps preparing me for something to come, or already has.<br />
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I praise Your Name above all names.<br />
Give me strength oh Lord, and wisdom.<br />
I trust in Your ever-abundant comfort and love. <br />
Whatever it may be, or may not, <br />
I shall endeavour to walk with You always. <br />
I'm sorry oh Lord, and do forgive me, where I have trespassed against You.<br />
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You are my shepherd; I shall not want.<br />
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You make me to lie down in green pastures;<br />
You lead me beside the still waters.<br />
You restore my soul;<br />
You lead me in the paths of righteousness<br />
I will be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, <br />
with thanksgiving, letting my requests be made known to God; <br />
and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, <br />
will guard my heart and mind through Christ Jesus." <br />
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Thank you, Jesus. In Christ's Name.<br />
Amen.<br />
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Perhaps, You'll have a little whiskey with me. In moderation.<div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-85585297197586193942010-08-06T21:15:00.000+08:002010-08-06T22:30:59.866+08:00Count on me, SingaporeWe have no vision for tomorrow,<br />
(We have no eyes, we cannot see)<br />
We have no goal for Singapore,<br />
(We need FT, we need FT)<br />
You and me, we have no part, of the money, cos we're not smart.<br />
We need spurs in our hides, to work day and night.<br />
Can only stop, after we've died.<br />
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There is nothing down the road that we can strive for,<br />
We are told that we are daft and ignorant lor.<br />
Our government, full of hot air,<br />
it's a feeling we all share,<br />
we work like animals, for Lee and P A P...<br />
There's no reprieve, there's no reprieve.<br />
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Chorus:<br />
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Count on me, Singapore. (X 2)<br />
Pay money, give my life till no more.<br />
So our ministers can earn even more.<br />
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Together Singapore, Singapore. (X 2)<br />
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Happy National Day 2010. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-76267397007024635202010-05-06T03:00:00.000+08:002010-05-06T03:16:10.948+08:00Insignificance<div style="text-align: center;">The light dazzles my eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Basking me in its beauty</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Spears rupture my soul</div><div style="text-align: center;">Something bleeds within me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My mind clings to hope</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hands clinging to sand</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am nothing worthy</div><div style="text-align: center;">To the very end.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx7s7ASxubk/S-HDuHCKKWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AO4lEVdfSok/s1600/Dead+heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx7s7ASxubk/S-HDuHCKKWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AO4lEVdfSok/s320/Dead+heart.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-48433981981204600982010-04-30T01:00:00.000+08:002010-04-30T19:01:52.364+08:00Emptiness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx7s7ASxubk/S9m8zrU8q6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LkYfJRylh3M/s1600/breakup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="392" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx7s7ASxubk/S9m8zrU8q6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LkYfJRylh3M/s400/breakup.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I shall yet not die</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For hope still keeps me alive</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That my eyes may yet set</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">themselves upon you.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-83758694643731564452010-03-12T00:00:00.003+08:002010-03-12T13:27:47.186+08:00I Journey OnSome people live their dreams,<br />
Some people close their eyes,<br />
Some people’s destiny passes by.<br />
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Sometimes, what we think is the destination, turns out to merely be a waypoint. Choices made, not necessarily by our doing or decision along with serendipity has moved me along to realize the truth of reality.<br />
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It is never easy to never look back, to the waypoint that would have been the destiny. I guess there comes a time when I have to accept that I am merely a point along your track of life, and then it would be silly for me to imagine or hope that my destiny lies with you.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx7s7ASxubk/S5nP4811lvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XPe-QK31LSA/s1600-h/moving_on.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx7s7ASxubk/S5nP4811lvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XPe-QK31LSA/s320/moving_on.jpg" vt="true" /></a>I suppose there always lies an innate hope, albeit selfish, in people who have moved on in their lives, expecting the people left behind to hold on to the emptiness of a false or dark destiny. But I think it is time I moved along with my life too, just as I can see you have, instead of clutching at straws while drowning in the stagnant waters you left behind.<br />
</div>Someday, perhaps, paths might meet again. Perhaps if they do, we will walk together again, even if it’s for a little while. Perhaps destiny loops, perhaps when forever is through, I’ll be over you. But dreams just shouldn’t be placed in a probability. You can’t be the last, if you cannot last.<br />
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God bless, and may you find joy in your new waypoints of life and live in a happy destiny.<br />
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My destiny awaits. I journey on.<div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-89782994523092941212010-01-20T14:30:00.002+08:002010-01-20T15:04:30.323+08:00ForgettableIt was a day no different from any other. One that is entirely forgettable, yet time insists I go through the motions of breathing and sensory awareness. I've stopped wondering, it's tiring to process the thoughts that constantly run through my mind like rampant nudists over a patch of dying grass. My brain feels like that patch of grass. <br />
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I thought I'd take a long walk, to perhaps find a moment in time that I might not quite forget. It was a glimmer of hope that felt as bright as a glimmer in the puddle of mud left in the sun. Something that lasts forever, only in the span of a very finite time.<br />
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Walking along the sidewalk, I find myself making a very momentous decision. I thought I'd get a haircut. With the current intricacies and excitement of my life, a haircut is quite akin to sex for a virgin. Perhaps I could also buy some stuff, some toiletries, or just something. I thought that might be nice. Perhaps it might even be quite like foreplay to the previous analogy.<br />
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I finally reached an area where shops gathered to prey on wandering shoppers.<br />
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As I browsed through one (a shop, not a shopper), I made mental targets of toiletries available. They should last me quite a while, considering I've not found a reason to use them for some time. Very forgettable times.<br />
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Looking at the barber next door, I thought I should probably get the haircut first, but maybe I should walk a little more, at the very least, to the ATM for some extra cash. I remembered I had some, but I knew it would be quite some time before I bothered walking here again. And I'd rather have some cash left after paying for the haircut and stuff. So as I reached into my pocket, I headed towards the machine and made a discovery that would change my plans for the day, instantly.<br />
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I had forgotten to bring my wallet.<br />
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Fuck.<div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-31207695389057502852010-01-02T13:00:00.001+08:002010-01-02T13:31:39.072+08:00Something Good<div style="text-align: left;">A song written by a friend, sings my soul's cry.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">You come back to your room<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You switch on yellow night lights just beside the bed<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You draw the curtains close<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You lie down in your clothes and try to sleep instead<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You put your hand across<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You feel a cold where a good warmth used to lie beside<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You lie down in the light<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The short hand of the hour just has passed you by<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You know there's something missing, from this place<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A little something missing, you can't face<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You know there's something dying, in this place<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A little something crying, in this space<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There's a trace<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of something good.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The sun peeks through the gap<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You never got the rest that you needed for this day<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You shower in a daze<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You're wondering if this life has just faded to the gray<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Broken pieces on the floor<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You throw out with the rest of the life you had before<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You walk out through the door<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And glance back to the place that was home and so much more<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You know you need to move on, from this place<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You know you need to be gone, and replace<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of all the things you wanted, there's no space<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To keep a piece of mind, of that face<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not a trace<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of something good<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of something good<br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">- Hamdan Selamat<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>ú-chebin estel anim</strong><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-87593320828272431602009-12-31T06:00:00.002+08:002009-12-31T09:26:19.908+08:00Exclusive ExclusionSeveral months ago, while chatting with online, Mickey was sharing a joke that a mutual good friend Donald had just told him. I mentioned that we should all get together for a drink, since we hadn’t done that for a while. Mickey said I could ask Donald myself, since Donald is online too. I asked if Donald was “appearing offline” and shot an invite to Donald at the same time. Mickey informs me otherwise. Donald was available for chat. Then a couple of minutes later, Donald appeared online.Donald told me Mickey said we should go for a drink. I said ok and we did, later.<br />
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Cool, I just found out Donald had blocked me online that day.<br />
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It was weird, but it wasn’t a big deal. I don’t particularly initiate chats unless I actually have something I need to say. We had hardly chatted online too, so figuring that I was exclusively blocked for some reason, I didn’t see a need to keep Donald in my list.<br />
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A few weeks ago, a chat window popped up onscreen. It was Donald, who asked if I wanted to get together for dinner with some friends. We chatted a little, and Donald mentioned we hadn’t chatted online for quite a while. I told him I’m always contactable, and besides he had my number. I also told him, he could always feel free to chat with me when he wanted to, when I was online. Donald laughs and said I could say hi too. I laughed and told him I had already removed him from my contact list on MSN. <br />
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I haven’t heard from Donald since. *LOL*<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx7s7ASxubk/Szv775eNZhI/AAAAAAAAAII/aG_1FuE-lhM/s1600-h/blocked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx7s7ASxubk/Szv775eNZhI/AAAAAAAAAII/aG_1FuE-lhM/s200/blocked.jpg" /></a>It’s normal that friends may maintain an interest in their friends’ lives. Many of us keep tabs on friends online, even if we may not have contacted each other for some time. That’s why many of us maintain blogs or profiles on networking sites like Facebook, MySpace, Friendster, Twitter or Plurk. We're updating our friends on our lives or thoughts and getting updates from them whenever.<br />
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Privacy is important and fair. We could have profiles that we don’t want the general public to see and so we keep it to only our friends and family. <br />
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If there is something I’d rather keep to myself, I wouldn’t even put it up.<br />
<br />
But having a special mention in a block list is just a tad too special. I maintain blocklists for a reason. But I also know its quite impossible to truly block anyone in particular, so I only do it when it’s a spammer or someone I do not wish to see at any time. Imagine for example, being told of something a good friend posted online. Only to discover anyone can see it, except you. Yes, that means you’ve been exclusively excluded. I’m sure you’d feel very special too. :-P <br />
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When someone I consider a good friend etc, exclusively marks me out for a special mention in a block list somewhere somehow, I don’t think I need to give an explanation on why I lose interest in anything that person does or goes through.<br />
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I’m there if I’m needed as a friend, but on my own time and left to my own devices I won’t bother to preoccupy myself with the Donalds in my life. Or presumably out of my life.<div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-56445206429154993702009-12-24T01:00:00.001+08:002009-12-24T02:20:44.914+08:00A Special Wish For You<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5w9VyJR7X0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5w9VyJR7X0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Merry Christmas darlin'<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We're apart that's true <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I can dream and in my dreams <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm Christmas-ing with you <br />
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in a galaxy far far away (ok ok, so its really a pub thats not really that far away either)...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Liam Neeson made a secret visit to a pub where I was chilling out. Ok so its just someone who looks like him, but it just made me feel like Yoda.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Since its unlikely I'd see the real ones, my next hope is to see other lookalikes. Examples would include Jessica Alba, which would just give me a fantastic time. And yes, Megan Fox, who'd hopefully play with my bumblebee and make me feel like Optimus Prime.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The force is in me. Now who wants to play with my lightsaber?<br />
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People have been asking me, so what have I been up to lately?<br />
<br />
Well, I’ve been breathing. It’s a really exciting hobby. All the thrills of a roller coaster running on a meter long track. Usually I would go for the common enjoyment of drawing breath through my nose, but sometimes I feel really adventurous and draw deep gulps of air with my open mouth.<br />
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Just the other day, I sneezed. You can imagine how incredibly awesome it was. Almost like the memorable coughing fit I had several weeks ago. The release of phlegm was truly the epitome of fun in wild October. One could almost say it was orgasmic. I would, if I could remember what an orgasm is. For all I know, the phlegm could’ve been dead zombie sperm that got bored sleeping and broke out of their hibernation pods below the old rusty rocket.<br />
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Breathing can be a wonderful hobby. I do it all the time, even in the midst of other fun activities. Just the other day, I was so engrossed in breathing; I stayed up all night watching a two-hour long cinematic excrement on TV. The movie was so exciting I almost wanted to stab myself. But I was too engrossed with breathing and too lazy to move my butt.<br />
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Won’t be long now, before Christmas arrives. I’ve a good feeling this holiday season will be exceptional. The anticipation is akin to the thrilling wait for an elevator to arrive while standing in the wrong building. In fact, the only thing that could beat this feeling would be the New Year. I await the coming of 2010, like a constipated man waiting for diarrhea.<br />
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The downside of my wild uninhibited lifestyle (as anyone can see from my wild activities described above), is that very few people can accept my unbridled passion for life. Even my shadow refuses to talk to me now. But so what, everybody leaves, I don’t care anymore. I greet each new day with the same unbridled kick everyone gets when they enter a toilet cubicle right after some fucker, who didn’t flush.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Die, you motherfucking bull. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">What once was, will always be.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love never ends,<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">even if memories are all I can see.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm glad to know you're happy.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">May joy and blessings be upon you.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love you.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But it doesn't matter anymore.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will lie to myself from now on,<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and forevermore...<br />
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Drawing me towards its embrace.<br /><br />Perhaps it was only eventual that I discovered the other side of its siren call. Bliss and pure thrill, turned into an everlasting moment of non-realisation that I could have drowned and be with my beloved sea. Forever.<br /><br />The low tides, brought upon a tremendously strong rip current, which I normally never had a real problem with. Swimming against the current, and trying to swim with the waves had totally exhausted me out, but I just kept going and eventually reached a friend who managed to pull me closer to shore.<br /><br />I never thought I might have died, nor was I overly concerned, except that my mind seem singularly focused on swimming back to shore, to life. That perhaps I might hold you again.<br /><br />I could have probably died. But I am alive.<br /><br />You draw me irresistibly whenever I see you, as little as it may be now. You have a new life now. Perhaps an ocean away from my dead pond. And I can feel the chasm you have put between us even when you are near. Perhaps I am a fool. Perhaps I am human. And perhaps, I am just caught in the waves again.<br /><br />I am happy to watch the waves from afar. Perhaps I shall return to the waves soon, when I can. I am unable to tolerate this cold cave and this life if I had not a hope to see the beautiful ocean once more.<br /><br />But this time, I no longer have a reason to swim back to shore. Perhaps the waves can bring me away, someday.<div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-8594633018177211352009-09-08T18:00:00.003+08:002009-09-08T20:22:10.742+08:00A Little Bird Told Me ...Sometimes, just sometimes,<br />something happens.<br />Something that makes u smile<br />and forget about what you could never seem to forget.<br /><br />At least, for a little while.<br /><br />As always, I was just going through the now humdrum road of life, waiting to step into the pothole of death. My stomach commandeered my body and made me cook some porridge for lunch. As I was bringing the steaming hot bowl of porridge to eat at the table, something flew around my head. First reaction was to duck and wonder, "WTF! How the hell did a cockroach grow that big?!". It was fluttering all around my shoulders and back of my neck, and I was surprised I didn't drop the bowl of porridge, while doing my startling "avoid the big bug attacking my head" kung fu technique.<br /><br />Then it flew away for a while and stood on the window sill. It was a bird. A cute little dark yellow bird (of which species, I do not know), which looked like a pet someone may have kept. I put the bowl down, and again it flew to me, and this time I stood still and watched as it landed on my shoulder and just stood there. I felt like a sissy pirate.<br /><br />I thought I'd lead it to the window and let it fly away, but it didn't. It flew to me wherever I went. Perching on my hand, my arms and my shoulders whenever it got close to me. It was just too adorable. I took a small tray of water and placed it at the table, and it went ahead to take a drink and even bathed and splshed around in it for a while. Then I cooked a spoonful of rice and fed it on another tray. Placing the small tray of rice on the table as well, I put some grains into my palm. Amazingly, it flew onto my hand instead of the tray. After feeding it for some time, I went about my own business and it followed me into every room I went. It was just a really nice feeling again to feel "wanted". Haha.<br /><br />Then I decided to sit down and just spend some time with it. Sadly (and ironically), it then decided to fly away. In the space of an hour, it came, cheered me up and then, it was gone.<br /><br />Its pretty amazing how a little bird can brighten a day, even for a short moment in time. But its something I can learn to keep in my mind and cherish, I guess.<br /><br />Perhaps God wanted me to smile again. Thank you my Lord. And perhaps also to remind me, that nothing in this world can truly give me any longlasting or everlasting joy. To remind me that I was just being a fool. Perhaps it was a fool who smiled today, even for a little while. But it was something. A little nugget of gold, along this putrid road of life.<br /><br />Nobody stays, they all leave, in the end. And most likely even way before the end. But still, I will remember it, and also thank the Lord that He gave me something.<br /><br />Anything.<br /><br />Everything.<div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-69545286588677524392009-07-06T06:00:00.002+08:002009-07-06T11:46:20.693+08:00Losing EverythingSilence with glowing hatred<br />With that I bled<br />Refusing to go through with it again<br />Can't do anything but remain.<br /><br />Everything is always against my will<br />Wanting promises to fulfill<br />Having no shred of hope<br />Knowing I could never cope<br /><br />Nothing worth fighting for<br />Wouldn't eat anymore<br />Losing my self esteem<br />along with my happy dream<br /><br />Faces in the mirror<br />Wishing it to be clearer<br />After all, I'm nothing<br />from losing everything<br /><br />- Grace Angelia<div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-67248223759322151562009-05-03T00:00:00.001+08:002009-05-15T09:32:18.841+08:00Tainted SoulA pain and anguish within,<br />Hidden deep inside.<br />None but few would know<br />of its stain marking my life.<br /><br />Like a wound so deep,<br />It wrenches and writhes.<br />Like nothing I have felt,<br />Unendingly draining as I live.<br /><br />Time and prayer helps it heal.<br />Perhaps. I prayed. Someday.<br /><br />Cutting in precision,<br />Jabbing in deliberation.<br />You rip at my pain<br />With a heart aching intention.<br /><br />My agony inflamed,<br />It festers and bleeds.<br />Never shall I blame,<br />Yet no longer can I be healed.<div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-811878959584112902009-04-20T00:00:00.002+08:002009-04-20T03:40:53.406+08:00AWARE Wasn't AwareIts amazing how something can be blown so far out people’s asses, that it hits the faces of everyone and raises a stink best kept private. But a recent non-issue became so widely reported everywhere in Singapore that it sticks out like a turd unwilling to leave the anus.<br /><br />So much has already been written on the “takeover” of AWARE, a feminist organization which claims to be champions for women’s rights. I have no wish to say anything about their usefulness or redundancy, relevance or otherwise. And I won’t need to make any comments over the outcry over a legal change in leadership. All I can say is they left their asses wide open to get shafted.<br /><br />Why am I using so many analogies to buttocks? Well, this issue is apparently very important to butt pounders (and perhaps their female counterparts). Or did I hear someone say turd burglar? Though frankly, in Singapore, I believe lesbians have no law to really worry about, in the indulgence of their lifestyle.<br /><br />Personally, I have no issues with gays. Though I am pissed that they should have stolen a happy, bright and lively word and made it gay.<br /><br />Without going into my own spiritual beliefs, I do not go around provoking people living a lifestyle which I may or may not approve. People can slice their dicks for all I know or care in the privacy of their own homes, as long as they do not bother me or others that remain blissfully unaware.<br /><br />Homosexuals love to decry anyone who disagrees with their lifestyle. Moaning like bitches as if someone shoved something up their proverbial butts. Though I think they might actually enjoy it. I say, if you open up your butthole in public, it’s not surprising if someone comes along and kicks your ass.<br /><br />Tolerance means you tolerate. It doesn’t mean absolute acceptance or having to welcome or like it. If someone farts in the elevator, it may be something that cannot be helped or averted, and so we tolerate it. It doesn’t mean we have to like it and start encouraging a “farting in elevators” lifestyle.<br /><br />Nobody bothered much about the homosexual issue, and despite it being against the law in Singapore, we don’t see gays being rounded up in prisons. Try living in Saudi Arabia or some middle eastern country and see what they'll do to you if they even suspect you're gay (and I don't mean happy). Why don't you pack your butts and try protesting for your rights there? Or are you only brave enough to fight where the field is filled with people who are actually tolerant?<br /><br />Homosexuals are spearheading a movement for their ‘legal’ rights wherever they can with their bullhorns. Not that nobody knows who they are or that anyone started a homo war, but they wanted legal rights such as “marriage” between people of the same gender.<br /><br />There you go, another attempt to hijack a perfectly good word and concept for their own. Isn’t it obvious that people who do not agree will speak out as well? If only to preserve their beliefs and principles? Homosexuals seem to think they have a monopoly on “rights”. What about the rights of others to keep and hold on to their beliefs? If it is a “right” to believe that homosexuality is normal, why is it then not a “right” for others to believe it is wrong?<br /><br />Infringements into areas previously not meant to be touched, seem to be a favourite activity for homosexuals.<br /><br />Many use the term “human rights” like it was some kind of mantra. Lets be honest here, human rights constantly change according to society over time. And it isn't always what I would term as progress.<br /><br />I can only imagine. Lets open the floodgates then. Sure, make homosexuality a legal norm now. While it was once considered something else in the past, sure lets say its perfectly fine now. After all, they were “born that way”, a “lifestyle choice” and etc. Well, lets remember that there are still many other “alternative” lifestyles considered taboo now and many of which would even disgust our homosexual “human rights” mantra chanters.<br /><br />Once upon a time, it was normal for a penis to penetrate only a vagina, as my biology class would tell me. Then it became seemingly normal to penetrate assholes (pun? Who cares?) as well. What’s next, sex with animals? It is possible you know. After all, they can claim they were born to love an ape, a cow, horse, sheep or a dead chicken. Get "scientific" studies to publish journals on the normality of sucking a donkey's cock etc. The same arguments used by the homosexuals can also be used by these animal fuckers. And then after that? What if pedophiles began fighting for their “rights” too?<br /><br />Give me a break. You have your views, I have mine, and others have theirs. If you want to throw shit at people with disagreeable opinions, then expect the same shit to get shoved back into your experienced ass. Try to take over somebody's turf? Then don't act all pissed when yours get invaded too.<br /><br />If homosexuals and their stalwarts want to preach human rights and tolerance, I would strongly suggest they remember it goes both ways (though personally preferably not up the butt). It takes two hands to clap, not two “swords”. Don't talk smack about disagreeable people who speak out against your beliefs, when you can't shut the fuck up about them as well. Its like complaining about someone farting in the next stall while you are taking a dump in a toilet.<br /><br />And since the “old guard” of AWARE reportedly states that they do not discriminate, then why seemingly discriminate against women who believe purely in a traditional marriage and family values? Are the homosexuals the only ones allowed to preach? While they figure support for lesbians would be a part of their cause for women, I guess they somehow forgot that the women who disagree with promotion and support for homosexuality, are women too. Tsk.<br /><br />I am mostly fine with gays and lesbians. I have friends who are just that. I like most of them personally even if I may not be comfortable with their lifestyles, but we know our boundaries. It’s only when I get propositioned by gays when it’s so obvious I am not, or even when I blatantly say I am not interested, that it opens a door to utter irritation (an understatement). And let’s just say it’s not an infrequent occurrence.<br /><br />I tolerate it. To say the least.<br /><br />So please keep away from our traditions and beliefs, and quit waving and poking around where you’re not supposed to, and we’ll refrain from shoving it back into your ass. And not in a way you are accustomed too.<div class="blogger-post-footer">www.terence69.org</div>Terence69http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160872146638047279noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24605960.post-86674839727429162812009-04-15T14:00:00.004+08:002009-04-15T18:59:13.921+08:00Great Expectations... & Pompous AssumptionsSocial stratification and the determination by certain elitists to hang on to their presumptuous station in life is as always, ever so prevalent.<br /><br />Witness the troubles of the beautiful and friendly Thais which began several years ago, and you'll see an excellent example of elitist hypocritical snobs determined to claw on to a very shaky precipice of power and wealth. In the rise of a previously sufferable obedient majority, its pretty obvious things are going to get worse, especially when the old elitist guard sees no benefits in majority rule. So much for democracy huh?<br /><br />The current unelected leaders' promise and actions in reconciliation efforts would seem to be only applicable if they remained in power.<br /><br />I love Thailand and its people for the times I’ve spent there vacationing. And I sincerely hope to see a resolution, which I think should ultimately be left to themselves.<br /><br />But that’s not what I am really going to say. I just needed to set the stage for certain leaders of our own country, Singapore. I keep wondering if a similar situation might occur here, and the way things are going in this materialistic and hedonistic attitudes found in many of our own self proclaimed ‘elite’, I suppose it’s only a matter of time.<br /><br />Just listen to them. And read between the gilded lines.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx7s7ASxubk/SeWqj_vUHzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/loBi5wwvfXw/s1600-h/PrinceGeorgeYeo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324849669817507634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx7s7ASxubk/SeWqj_vUHzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/loBi5wwvfXw/s400/PrinceGeorgeYeo.jpg" /></a>Reportedly, George Yeo lamented (or blogged) about the sad conditions of the current situation in Thailand. The interesting part I read that shone out like a like the headlights of oncoming garbage truck (and most certainly smelled that way) can be found in the following paragraph quoted from his blog. Go search for it, if you must. I don’t see why I should provide a link to such pomposity.<br /><br /><em>“PM (Lee Hsien Loong) was told by the Thai Government that he and the Singapore delegation should evacuate by sea, to be ferried by small boats to a nearby LST which would take us to Sattahip naval base. From there we could drive to U-Tapao. <strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">It all seemed quite unseemly to me that leaders and ministers had to leave in this way</span></strong>. But anyway we packed our belongings and waited for instructions since the Thais were responsible for our security. <strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Happily</span></strong> we were informed around 3.30pm that the demonstrators had dispersed and <strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">we could travel by road to U-Tapao with full dignity</span></strong>.”</em><br /><br />Even in an supposed emergency evacuation, he was concerned with his ‘dignity’ as if his tenure and status was some God-given right and privilege. I cannot even find the words now to convey certain feelings and thoughts swimming in my mind.<br /><br />If I were in-charge of evacuation and faced with this man, I would show him a very dignified finger (I didn't say which one, so feel free to assume and I can feel free to agree or deny) and make him sit with the cargo, behind the pets and animals (which would probably be more appreciative in being brought to safety in any manner whatsoever).<br /><br />And this is probably the true face of our ‘leaders’, behind their friendly (keep voting for me so I can be what I am and continue to enjoy what I have) smiles.<br /><br />General trivia for the day;<br /><br />The magnificent Rafflesia Flower is a wonder to behold, until you smell it. Reportedly, it smells like a corpse and attracts carrion flies for pollination. It is also a parasitic plant without any leaves, stems and roots. 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