Thursday, October 4, 2007

I KNOW YOU CAN'T STAND MY WANDERING HANDS

THING I'VE LOVED SO FAR:

  1. Urban on every Thursday.
  2. Just finished the most fulfilling part of the day: EATING
  3. Appreciative that there are still people reading my blog, be it my close friends or friends I don't like or friends I don't even know from Norway (THANKS ALOT! (: KEEP COMING OVER!) and of course, Ben. Aiya, I know you're reading my blog la, I can see your blog link.
  4. FACEBOOK! Although it's a tad more complicating than Friendster, still, it's harmless fun throwing sheeps and chickens around.
  5. Irish milk tea. RP's pearls are the best. Comparable to Far East's Sweet Talk's pearls. Yummylicious!

So right now, my tum tum's making very funny noises and it inflates and deflates as though it's got a mind of its own. It's annoying to the max and I bet my team-mates can hear that growling sound but being nice people, they are not talking about it. NICE! Once in a while, white lies can do you far.

OMG, Amalyna's back! OMG OMG OMG! I can't wait to go out with Nur and Amalyna. Can't believe she's back already. I hope we all remember the promise we made in Germany, something about our clubbing virginity. HINT HINT, BIG FAT HINT!

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Hello Benjamin Cheah, I suppose you're reading this, you'd better be. (; (Digressing, I've been knowing a lot of Benjamin-s these few days. Mr. Cheah, YOU'RE THE SECOND BENJAMIN IN A MONTH.)

I've read his article for the past 2 days, thinking about points that he had raised. I won't put in the whole piece but I'll just put in selective excerpts from the whole article.

His piece is rather DAMN controversial. So if you don't want to corrupt your innocent little puny brain, RUN for your life and please get out. (:

“I, Benjamin Cheah, hereby release this essay into the public domain. I give full permission to anybody who wishes to reproduce this essay, in any form, to do so, so long as I am duly credited for the work.”


...A substantial portion of Singapore's investments has gone into Asia World, a Burmese construction company, which is owned by drug traffickers and money launderers...Lo Hsing Han is the chair of Asia World, founded in 1992. Ostensibly a successful businessman, he has served as ethnic advisor to former Burmese Prime Minister Khin Nyunt, and continues to oversee his drug operations in Burma. It has been alleged that Asia World has been used as a front for drug trafficking. His son, Steven Law, is the firm's managing director, and runs various other firms, which happen to be subsidiaries of Asia World. He also reportedly handles his father's financial activities. Steven Law married his Singaporean business partner, Cecilia Ng, in 1996. Using her connections to the government, she allegedly launders money for Burma's drug barons, in addition to other legitimate business dealings...

...It has been further reported that Singapore allows Burmese drug barons to travel freely, the junta's generals to visit Singapore for medical treatment, in addition to turning a blind eye to shady financial practices. There is no doubt that a connection exists between the junta and the government of Singapore...


...The Singapore Government has allowed the junta and its cronies to get richer and richer, while the people have to bear with Third World living standards and systematic oppression. Singapore has turned a blind eye to international criminal activity operating out of Myanmar, whose ringleaders visit Singapore every now and then. Most damning of all, Singapore has sold weapons to Burma, the same arms that the authorities use to keep the junta in place. Singapore is therefore indirectly responsible for the current state of affairs in Myanmar...


And by far the most interesting excerpt that never crossed my mind was this. Mind boggling.

...On the 27th of September, a Singaporean was shot by Myanmese riot police. According to a photograph of a recovered rubber bullet, there are two legible English words inscribed on it: 'control' and 'rubber'. The official language of Myanmar is Burmese, with little attention paid to the English language; it is therefore highly improbable that the round was made produced locally. Europe and the United States have enforced sanctions against Myanmar, and have no reason to ship non-lethal ammunition to Burma. China, India and Thailand, Myanmar's largest trading partners, probably would not use English markings on ammunition, because there is little reason to mark ammunition in a language that ordinary workers probably could not read. But Singapore uses English markings on ammunition. Therefore, I suspect that the round was made in Singapore, and exported to Burma. There, it was used to shoot a Singaporean in the leg. If nothing else, this must be poetic injustice.



If you want to read more about all these political stuff going on, feel free to hop over to Benjamin's site.

I was thinking, if all these that Benjamin has written is all true, then, wow, I would be really speechless. I kinda feel bad for those Singaporeans praying for the safety for the people in Myanmar because they don't even know that it is THEIR government who's causing all these conflicts that is so destructive to everyone. (Wah, I talk as if I'm not a Singaporean liddat. Shirking, very good Sam! Very good!)

And then, after pity, I'd feel enraged that the government, SINGAPORE'S GOVERNMENT would do something like that, even though I find it quite... impossible especially since I don't see our Uncle Lee family being the bad guy. It's quite ridiculous. But the conclusions that Benjamin had came up with, seems very much credible.

HALT. BUT(but with a big fat B), if it were to be true, just frightening la. I think I'll just fly my ass off to someone else instead of Singapore and I would never come back. Scary dark shizz all over the place.


Hopefully, its not the case and I really hope that I'd be proven wrong. I welcome to be proven wrong anytime because I want the real truth about this whole matter. Nothing but the tubby truth. So, if anyone, anyone has the truth, TELL.ME.THE.FUCKING.TRUTH.




I shall leave now and come back after my tiring day for kickboxing. My back and arms are sore from all that crazy ass physical training and I was swearing and cursing at Tex for all his fantabulous ways of making us scream in pain, whilst grinning all the way staring at the red faces of puffed up cheeks and agony.

Tomorrow will be another session of day packed with fun and a day full of chee-byes and fucks all the way until Tex is done with his ingenious plan of torturing us.



Till then, SIGNING OFF!


 
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