Sunday, August 31, 2008

Liverpool!

My departure is in 16 days.

I'll miss bumming.

I'll miss my PS3.

I'll miss my piano.

I'll miss my brat life.

I'll miss my family.

I'll miss my friends.

And I was supppose to end this post with that cheesy tekong poster which had a picture of a recruit parting with his girlfriend with the words: "it's not what you leave behind, but what you will again in the roads ahead." I couldn't find it, so well, i guess it's just an unemphatic end for this post. But aiya, fuck lar, I'll miss here.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Rhyme for Robin

I have been most free of late. And a week or so ago, I was having fun on Nations, a facebook application where one gets to run a country of his own. My country's Bachussia and Dionysia(a theocracy), and my mate's ChiSoc(marxist state). I've a GDP of around 100 mil and him, 12-15mil. In his Orwellian fervour, he made the following accusation:

"Comrade, why dost thou persist in your reactionary and superstitious forms of pagan worship when you know very well that religion is just the opiate of the masses, instituted by ruling classes to keep the people ignorant in sin and debauchery? Join me, and begin phasing out your sexual rites and songs and embrace the true people's revolution to free the world from class and political distinctions!"

In reply, and for your enjoyment(I hope), my little rhyme...

Thou art wretched for blasphemy
Thou art blind for ye doth not see

My land is richer than the land of thee
9 times more our prosperity

For we revel not in sin and debauchery
But celebrate and experience all things sexy

And i know thou art not reactionary
But fret not, for you soon can be like we

And once more have a working pee pee
So quick bow down on bended knee

That when you look once more at she
And you can grow (oh yes like long before!) to be
Somewhere near half as big as me!

MUAHHA! Spectrum-ed his ass. :P

Monday, August 18, 2008

Voldemort

"for the evil that men do lives after them while the good is oft interred with their bones"

This matter concerns a certain someone, whose name I rather/dare not mention, I spent most of the night and the ungodly hours of the morning googling. Let's just call this fella our very own Voldemort.

Personally, he could be my kinda guy. Capable, ballsy and true to himself. This opinion was also shared and perhaps inspired by Ms Catherine Lim in an NUS forum I attended. She thinks that this truthfulness to himself Voldy has stems from how cocky and full of himself he is. Perhaps. But it was with this surety that he has been able to be credited with success.

My folks and their folks love him. I'm sure your relations adore him just as much, especially if they are from the 50s-60s. Good God, I swear I've an uncle whose actions and manner of speech are so similar to his. As they say, imitation is the highest form of adoration, and I'm pretty darn sure as much as I do love that uncle of mine(one of the dearest indeed) Voldy does not adore him one bit.

Fair game to Voldy, it was respectable how he rode the proverbial tiger and cried at the divorce. In his shenannigans with the commie tigers, I discovered a video which my friend told me about where he decried them as cowards for turning off the lights of a rally they held close to a rally of his own, and another clip showing his fervency and dogged determination to end the threats we face(can be found on you tube, just type in Voldy's name). Such smacked of huge balls and belief. And it's pretty fucking ballsy if one considers the context of that time. He has said that it takes iron to do the job he does, and iron he had. But it was probably that hardness, that iron that will cast that spot or spots of blemish on his memory.

You see, if you type voldy's name, one also finds a host of videos that put him in a terrible light. And for all the iron Voldy had, one such video saw a famous Indian man (with a beard that looks like he just came out from an Oliver Twist set) who has recently been out of bankruptcy and been admitted into the bar suggest that despite the best of intentions, Wilde's proverbial iron gin of sin has pretty much snared good ol Voldy. I specifically remember he used the word "corrupted", though not in the context of bribe-taking but moral fester.

That same video, too polarized and polemic for my palate, then goes on to suggest how he crushed his foes with rather below the belt methods. And oh this is quite the mortal wound, because we see how Voldy has without trial imprisoned folks for close to 40 years. Apparently a couple more than Mandela. And that was just one person. There was quite a sizable group thrown into jail just because they were a threat. Some for incredibly long periods. Others that managed to escape the low blow dare not return. And even then, he holds justice by the hand and ensures she tips the scales in his favour. That same video alleges they've tipped more than 10 mil in favour of Voldy and friends. That Video whos title is something along the lines of one nation under Voldy has also been banned from that country.

Ok, so that's three paragraphs worth of rambling to amuse myself and to reveal Voldy's name. Perhaps some of the heavy handedness was required. Of course the moral focus of some may be whether such heavy hands were needed at all. But even if they were needed, surely there was no need for decade-long incarcerations. Imagine the time robbed from all those people. And it is quite likely that despite vastly different leanings, they probably were all men of ideals and good intentions. The seemingly lack of ability on Voldy's part to identify with them on that level is sad. Probably brutal.

He has also lost that great deal of stature he once had. When I was one of the tree men(those clad in green and spend a great deal of time in the jungles of south east asia and beyond?) there was talk of how his parting will be one of great rejoicing because we may be allowed to ditch the leaves and soil for the comforts of home for mourning, which is unfortunately disrespectful for someone with that much heart.

Admittedly, I glefully participated in such discussions. Then again, when one brings to mind people like Oliver Twist man and his company of abused, one is torn in that final verdict. But that could possibly be just for now. Given that kind of track record, Bill Shakespeare's words may probably haunt him long after the tree men celebrate, if they do get to celebrate his passing at all. And that blemish may mar his memory or worse, grow into a larger stain given the mechanics of the current system. :S

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Leaving, a hairy affair

And it seems that things have once more come to a pre-mature end.

There were well wishes and passing remarks of sympathy, but perhaps, what was most fulfilling was my kids expressing how they miss my lessons, although usually done by badgering my succeding colleagues. I don't think it is a case of schardenfreude cause I honestly hope the best for whoever takes them, but I guess if they miss me because they I was more personal, or helped them technically or had got them all intellectually curious then I guess it's something to be proud of.

But with all things premature, it really is a pity I had to go so soon. Sigh :(