Mon Dieu! L'horreur.

Have you been to Geylang Serai lately? I went there like, 3 days in a row. There's people. Lots of them. You can see them shopping for clothes, accessories, household items like carpets, curtains, cushion covers. It's like a huge non air-conditioned MBK in Thailand.

But oh the horror. Almost all of Singapore's Malay-Muslim community will be there. Like a friend said and I quote, "If I were to kill everyone here, half of the Malay community will be wiped out."

True to that sense, it's a place where all the Mats and Minahs a.k.a the Ah Lians and Ah Bengs of the Malay community congregate. They're everywhere! Whether its pushing a pram (shotgun marriage) or sporting tattoos all over their arms. I've got zero comments on the former but the latter is becoming more and more of a disrespect to the culture. Some even as far as perching on the railings like a pack of mynahs. That's not a compliment.

I don't think sporting a tattoo is cool and neither does the religion encourage it. You could easily tell whether the tattoo has been there for quite a while or its been just freshly inked. Even some youngsters are having them inked. What does it say, really? That they are not taught religion? Or it is just mere disrespect to the culture? Its not a minority I'm pointing out, it's everywhere and as a Pan-Asian mixed in this society, I'm fairly concerned about it. If they want to have the tattoo inked, then bravo. But have the courtesy to cover them up when you're walking in that area, at this time, during the Holy Month of Ramadhan.

I've got no issues with Mats and Minahs, same goes to the Ah Bengs and Ah Lians of the non-Muslim community. Its their behaviour and lack of social grace that's pointing the thumbs down in the social status.

Is this the kind of society that I will have to deal with in the future?

Why is it that the most significant population in prison or DRCs are Malay? Is it because we are like this? I seem to be doubtful. Even though, the professional bodies are reassuring us, yes, we are moving ahead. So and so has received this award, we are proud of him/her, as a result we are moving ahead. What gives?

If having another race gives my children more benefits than this, I would gladly and without a doubt, change it. It would be Japanese.

Ideally, I would have my children study abroad. What's the point of having a world-class education system when my very own society refuses to progress forward?

Honestly, by birth, I'm not Malay. I'm just mixed up between a Boyanese and Thai. Either way, my parents would still have me as a Malay because well, they speak Malay. After having meeting the higher echelons of society, I now realise how low we are.

"Are you a Chinese?"

"No, I'm not."

"Thai? Japanese?"

"No, I'm a Malay."

"Ohh, a Malay." followed by a -_- face.

That told me a thousand words. Thanks.

Being a Muslim doesn't make you a Malay.

Being a Malay doesn't make you a Muslim.

Are we destined to a fate as such? I refuse to believe this. Not as long as I can do something about it. You can count on it.

A Furore Not Worth Being Forgiven

Before I head off back to sleep.

Last night, I'm obscenely angry with this girl right here.

You have no right to interfere with other's affairs. Who do you think you are?!

And you go around poking at other people's business?

That's not my style.

I'm very frustrated. You think being playful everytime is ok? I'm sorry, I'm not that type of playful person who can play all day long. Why am I being sorry for? From the start, I knew that this would spell trouble. Now you know why I choose my friends carefully?

BE GODDAMN THANKFUL I have chosen you to become a friend. But you chose to cross the line between being friends and being personal. And I am a person who does not take this lightly. Who cares if I were to lose a dishonourable friend like you? The world is a very unforgiving place, and so am I.

I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE ANYONE WHO CROSSES THAT LINE. NOT IN THIS LIFETIME. Mark my every word. I'll not let this go. Never in a million lifetimes. Such is my hatred towards imbeciles who disregard my ethics. In my world, I'm King.

There's only 2 types of friends in my world. Either you are a best friend or you are the enemy.

And you stalk my friends? What gives? This doesn't give you the right to stalk and be merry about it. I knew that you liked me once, but FOR GOODNESS SAKE, you're not my type and I don't date girls with the likes of you; unshameful, scheming bitch. You heard me right.

JUST LET THE FUCK GO!

I don't want to have anything to do with you nor your country. And I'm not going to go there again. Who gives a shit about the place.

You want forgiveness? GO GET A RELIGION! I don't forgive sins, only God does.

You're not my friend anymore. I'm not sorry for meeting you. I made my decision and not one soul in this world can change my mind.

God knows you lonely souls.

Growing Up

I'm fairly disappointed at what the education system is doing to the youths. They are unbecoming. A hideous sight; spoilt brats have unmistakingly been pampered way beyond what I call comfortable.

Sure, you have to love your offsprings but doing every bit of his/her whim is getting out of hand. There is a very distinct line between teaching and pampering. You have absolutely no idea how I was raised. A childhood memory ruled by an iron fist. That what makes me value everything around me right down to the littlest things. It doesn't matter whether it is significant. Every little bit counts and none could be ignored.

Growing up isn't easy, especially when everything is centered around grades. Normally, if you're in the upper quadrant grade in the class, its pretty normal, as long its the upper half. I once got 16th in class and got the whacking of my life. I've been whacked by belts, clothes hangars, books, wooden canes, metal rulers. It was the Wild West of my childhood. Everytime it happened, which was usually after we got our record books, everytime without fail I would end up in swelling eyes and tears with marks across our legs.

Having grown up in that kind of environment, now, I have come to understand why he did that. I grew up in fear (and respect). That made me even more determined to achieve. So by the time i was in the last year of my adolescence, I got a 10th position in class, which was not all bad.

Its different nowadays. You rarely get to see that environment. Parents don't beat their children, but at the same time, they're not teaching their kids in the correct manner. Children nowadays are learning all the time. They got the information superhighway which we didn't have back in the days, they got television; the media, and they got peers. And they end up learning the wrong things and parents blame it on the education system in the end. It is a collective effort between the parents and the system. Bad parents equals to bad system. And they complain of not having enough time to spend with the children? Think then fuck, not fuck then think.

My style of disciplining? Beating up a child doesn't mean he/she will fear you. It'll just make them more rebellious. Instead, teach the child the proper manners, and teach well. Furthermore, children always listen better to their parents than teachers in school.

You can bet your balls I'll rule with the same iron fist that had ruled me throughout, beating as a last resort. No, I'm not uncivilised, they will thank me in the future as what I have done now.

Afterall, you wouldn't know hardship unless you've gone through it.

Spring Is Over

Spring cleaning time!!!!

I gave my room a *one-times-good-one* cleaning today in due course for Hari Raya Puasa. I rearranged some furniture mainly the wooden rack and a small cupboard. I changed the dusty curtain, cleaned the windows and mopped the whole floor clean.

I even brought a previously-used fish tank. In the hope of bringing some life into the room. I'm going to clean up the computer table tomorrow as well as clean up the wooden rack and arrange my PS3 and PC games instead of putting it in the cupboard.

I'm so tired after all that cleaning. I'm exhausted and my body is aching; the signs of getting older.

Hahah. Okay, good night everyone.

Delightfully Yours

I haven't updated for quite a while. I'm working as a temporary staff at The Body Shop Singapore. So far, its been 3 weeks since I started and got a hold of things there. Though, I'll be on off for the next week, I can't wait for work to resume the week after!

Its the fasting month and its 2 weeks and counting to Hari Raya Puasa. I've got some exciting news to boot too! My daddy just got a new car! The new Chevrolet Cruze. Its a 1.8L monster with a spacious interior and a handsome interior. This goes to show you can never go wrong with Daddy's taste. Although I was really hoping for a BMW or an Audi. Its okay! One step at at time. Once I graduate in 3 years time, I'll be able to afford those fancy cars.

Secondly, I think I'm in love with that girl. No, wait! I AM in love with her! That Aries girl. I feel very........ secure with her, somehow. And she knows it too. Its too rare for me to dish out a compliment as high as the sky.

Thirdly, I strongly believe that most Singaporean girls are materialistic, spoilt brats who can't really take care of a household even if their lives depended on it. Accept it, its the truth. The amount of ladies you can bed is how fat your wallet is. Don't agree? Would you be bothered if I told you that I have a million dollars? There! You don't feel it? Why would I lie? I never lie. They think they are superior just because they could afford that Burberry or Louis Vuitton designer bag which took a few months' wages. In my books, if you can't cook, don't bother looking for marriage. Its not like guys don't have a choice. Those who are the real jewels, the Orientals (read: virgins), are at home and out of sight of prying eyes.

Why do I even bother explaining.

I'm signing off yet again. by the way, the sweetheart is a Japanese girl. Don't ask why.