Thursday, October 26, 2006
Just finished the book Dante Equation. Somehow the book is affecting me more then a book about a Jew Bible should. Maybe I was one of the many Jews who laughed at Jesus when he was crucified. Hey, you never know.
Love to love, love to love, love to love.
Maybe forgiving is as about forgiving yourself as to forgive others.
I still can't forgive myself.
I'm sorry.
To you.
You know who you are.
Love to love, love to love, love to love.
Maybe forgiving is as about forgiving yourself as to forgive others.
I still can't forgive myself.
I'm sorry.
To you.
You know who you are.
Friday, October 20, 2006
The Malaysian in me is always surfacing in situations where he is not needed. Happens more and more often nowadays. Must be Mahatir and his charade.
So I finished working. Puahing flyers. Easy job dey! Sit there, smoke 1/4 pack of ciggarettes, play pool, go dance DDR and Para-Para then come back get money. Next time work I must also like that. Pay you to smoke! Like Philip Morris got sponsor!
Then I went down to Paya Labar. Eh BTW Paya Labar is one hellhole man. Chee bye 1 build road here build road there. Kan ni na I every Sunday pass by there build road. Nah beh build dunno how many years liao still build. Nah beh build road to Rome also no need so slow. Yah where was I. Ok. Then I went down to that shithole that is called Teo Industries Building. Eh Benny the road is called SHAW Road not SHORE Road! Went there and met my soulmates Chris and Regan, who not so incidentally provide the means for my continued intake of tar and ethanol. Did some shit there, and went home.
BUT HERE IS WHERE THE ADVENTURE STARTS! The paragraphs above are like the prologue of a novel arh. Must make you all xim yang yang then want to read. Boh bian must practice journalism liao Law cannot study GPA too low.
Yah where was I. Ok. The Malaysian in me surfaced. The dumb, smoker, Marco Polo wanna-be side of me decided to take a bus back to Tampines. The Singaporean, spend-thrift, asshole side of me wanted to take a taxi. But boh bian la. Lifestlye expensive. The Singaporean decided to take a leaf out of our Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong's Bible(May He live forever) and let the Malaysian win. So KJ took a bus.
BAD MISTAKE FUCKHEAD, BAD MISTAKE. The dumb side of KJ took over and he took bus 22. Yup, bus 22. So he travelled on a bus, pretending he was on a camel, meeting many exotic ladies and mysterious old men along the way, and earned a fortune trading spices and goods to the people of the East. Unfortunately again, he followed Christopher Colombus' ship waves instead of some other respectable adventurers. So, the Malaysian KJ turned up in Bishan.
BISHAN! WHICH RESPECTABLE EASTERNER WILL GO THERE UNLESS YOU HAVE SOME PRESSING NEED OVER THERE?! THE PEOPLE OF THE NORTH ARE BABARIANS! I NEED TO GET MY CLANSMEN DOWN TO WAGE A CRUSADE ON THOSE HERETICS! CLENASE! PURGE! KILL!
So KJ wandered along the streets of Bishan, a foreigner in a strange land, far away from home. Luckily, KJ had a contact in Bishan. A lady named Deborah. So he contacted her. And she told KJ there wasn't any bus back home.
Home is where the heart is, but KJ's heart is certainly not in Bishan.
So, KJ couldn't find a tavern in Bishan, nor a stable where he could spend his night in. Then the Singaporean part in him roused from what seemed like delayed alcohol slumber. A mighty battle in his brain ensued, in which the Singaporean part won. A thought rang in his head like a church bell that was rung by the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
He was living in the 21st Century.
All the illusions of riding on camels and exotic ladies disappeared faster then a djinni on steriods. Holding on his possessions tighty(which consist of only 4 pieces of paper), he took a train home.
The end.
Yay.
So I finished working. Puahing flyers. Easy job dey! Sit there, smoke 1/4 pack of ciggarettes, play pool, go dance DDR and Para-Para then come back get money. Next time work I must also like that. Pay you to smoke! Like Philip Morris got sponsor!
Then I went down to Paya Labar. Eh BTW Paya Labar is one hellhole man. Chee bye 1 build road here build road there. Kan ni na I every Sunday pass by there build road. Nah beh build dunno how many years liao still build. Nah beh build road to Rome also no need so slow. Yah where was I. Ok. Then I went down to that shithole that is called Teo Industries Building. Eh Benny the road is called SHAW Road not SHORE Road! Went there and met my soulmates Chris and Regan, who not so incidentally provide the means for my continued intake of tar and ethanol. Did some shit there, and went home.
BUT HERE IS WHERE THE ADVENTURE STARTS! The paragraphs above are like the prologue of a novel arh. Must make you all xim yang yang then want to read. Boh bian must practice journalism liao Law cannot study GPA too low.
Yah where was I. Ok. The Malaysian in me surfaced. The dumb, smoker, Marco Polo wanna-be side of me decided to take a bus back to Tampines. The Singaporean, spend-thrift, asshole side of me wanted to take a taxi. But boh bian la. Lifestlye expensive. The Singaporean decided to take a leaf out of our Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong's Bible(May He live forever) and let the Malaysian win. So KJ took a bus.
BAD MISTAKE FUCKHEAD, BAD MISTAKE. The dumb side of KJ took over and he took bus 22. Yup, bus 22. So he travelled on a bus, pretending he was on a camel, meeting many exotic ladies and mysterious old men along the way, and earned a fortune trading spices and goods to the people of the East. Unfortunately again, he followed Christopher Colombus' ship waves instead of some other respectable adventurers. So, the Malaysian KJ turned up in Bishan.
BISHAN! WHICH RESPECTABLE EASTERNER WILL GO THERE UNLESS YOU HAVE SOME PRESSING NEED OVER THERE?! THE PEOPLE OF THE NORTH ARE BABARIANS! I NEED TO GET MY CLANSMEN DOWN TO WAGE A CRUSADE ON THOSE HERETICS! CLENASE! PURGE! KILL!
So KJ wandered along the streets of Bishan, a foreigner in a strange land, far away from home. Luckily, KJ had a contact in Bishan. A lady named Deborah. So he contacted her. And she told KJ there wasn't any bus back home.
Home is where the heart is, but KJ's heart is certainly not in Bishan.
So, KJ couldn't find a tavern in Bishan, nor a stable where he could spend his night in. Then the Singaporean part in him roused from what seemed like delayed alcohol slumber. A mighty battle in his brain ensued, in which the Singaporean part won. A thought rang in his head like a church bell that was rung by the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
He was living in the 21st Century.
All the illusions of riding on camels and exotic ladies disappeared faster then a djinni on steriods. Holding on his possessions tighty(which consist of only 4 pieces of paper), he took a train home.
The end.
Yay.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
SEAL falls on grenade to save comrades
By THOMAS WATKINS, Associated Press Writer Fri Oct 13, 3:02 PM ET
CORONADO, Calif. - A Navy SEAL sacrificed his life to save his comrades by throwing himself on top of a grenade Iraqi insurgents tossed into their sniper hideout, fellow members of the elite force said.
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Petty Officer 2nd Class Michael A. Monsoor had been near the only door to the rooftop structure Sept. 29 when the grenade hit him in the chest and bounced to the floor, said four SEALs who spoke to The Associated Press this week on condition of anonymity because their work requires their identities to remain secret.
"He never took his eye off the grenade, his only movement was down toward it," said a 28-year-old lieutenant who sustained shrapnel wounds to both legs that day. "He undoubtedly saved mine and the other SEALs' lives, and we owe him."
Monsoor, a 25-year-old gunner, was killed in the explosion in Ramadi, west of Baghdad. He was only the second SEAL to die in
Iraq since the war began.
Two SEALs next to Monsoor were injured; another who was 10 to 15 feet from the blast was unhurt. The four had been working with Iraqi soldiers providing sniper security while U.S. and Iraqi forces conducted missions in the area.
In an interview at the SEALs' West Coast headquarters in Coronado, four members of the special force remembered "Mikey" as a loyal friend and a quiet, dedicated professional.
"He was just a fun-loving guy," said a 26-year-old petty officer 2nd class who went through the grueling 29-week SEAL training with Monsoor. "Always got something funny to say, always got a little mischievous look on his face."
Other SEALS described the Garden Grove, Calif., native as a modest and humble man who drew strength from his family and his faith. His father and brother are former Marines, said a 31-year-old petty officer 2nd class.
Prior to his death, Monsoor had already demonstrated courage under fire. He has been posthumously awarded the Silver Star for his actions May 9 in Ramadi, when he and another SEAL pulled a team member shot in the leg to safety while bullets pinged off the ground around them.
Monsoor's funeral was held Thursday at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery in San Diego. He has also been submitted for an award for his actions the day he died.
The first Navy SEAL to die in Iraq was Petty Officer 2nd Class Marc A. Lee, 28, who was killed Aug. 2 in a firefight while on patrol against insurgents in Ramadi. Navy spokesman Lt. Taylor Clark said the low number of deaths among SEALs in Iraq is a testament to their training.
Sixteen SEALs have been killed in
Afghanistan. Eleven of them died in June 2005 when a helicopter was shot down near the Pakistan border while ferrying reinforcements for troops pursuing al-Qaida militants.
There are about 2,300 of the elite fighters, based in Coronado and Little Creek, Va.
The Navy is trying to boost that number by 500 — a challenge considering more than 75 percent of candidates drop out of training, notorious for "Hell Week," a five-day stint of continual drills by the ocean broken by only four hours sleep total. Monsoor made it through training on his second attempt.
By THOMAS WATKINS, Associated Press Writer Fri Oct 13, 3:02 PM ET
CORONADO, Calif. - A Navy SEAL sacrificed his life to save his comrades by throwing himself on top of a grenade Iraqi insurgents tossed into their sniper hideout, fellow members of the elite force said.
ADVERTISEMENT
Petty Officer 2nd Class Michael A. Monsoor had been near the only door to the rooftop structure Sept. 29 when the grenade hit him in the chest and bounced to the floor, said four SEALs who spoke to The Associated Press this week on condition of anonymity because their work requires their identities to remain secret.
"He never took his eye off the grenade, his only movement was down toward it," said a 28-year-old lieutenant who sustained shrapnel wounds to both legs that day. "He undoubtedly saved mine and the other SEALs' lives, and we owe him."
Monsoor, a 25-year-old gunner, was killed in the explosion in Ramadi, west of Baghdad. He was only the second SEAL to die in
Iraq since the war began.
Two SEALs next to Monsoor were injured; another who was 10 to 15 feet from the blast was unhurt. The four had been working with Iraqi soldiers providing sniper security while U.S. and Iraqi forces conducted missions in the area.
In an interview at the SEALs' West Coast headquarters in Coronado, four members of the special force remembered "Mikey" as a loyal friend and a quiet, dedicated professional.
"He was just a fun-loving guy," said a 26-year-old petty officer 2nd class who went through the grueling 29-week SEAL training with Monsoor. "Always got something funny to say, always got a little mischievous look on his face."
Other SEALS described the Garden Grove, Calif., native as a modest and humble man who drew strength from his family and his faith. His father and brother are former Marines, said a 31-year-old petty officer 2nd class.
Prior to his death, Monsoor had already demonstrated courage under fire. He has been posthumously awarded the Silver Star for his actions May 9 in Ramadi, when he and another SEAL pulled a team member shot in the leg to safety while bullets pinged off the ground around them.
Monsoor's funeral was held Thursday at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery in San Diego. He has also been submitted for an award for his actions the day he died.
The first Navy SEAL to die in Iraq was Petty Officer 2nd Class Marc A. Lee, 28, who was killed Aug. 2 in a firefight while on patrol against insurgents in Ramadi. Navy spokesman Lt. Taylor Clark said the low number of deaths among SEALs in Iraq is a testament to their training.
Sixteen SEALs have been killed in
Afghanistan. Eleven of them died in June 2005 when a helicopter was shot down near the Pakistan border while ferrying reinforcements for troops pursuing al-Qaida militants.
There are about 2,300 of the elite fighters, based in Coronado and Little Creek, Va.
The Navy is trying to boost that number by 500 — a challenge considering more than 75 percent of candidates drop out of training, notorious for "Hell Week," a five-day stint of continual drills by the ocean broken by only four hours sleep total. Monsoor made it through training on his second attempt.
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