Finally... I could login to blogger once again.
Kaoz!
Stupid Norton.
Aunt Agony will resume once again. I will not repost cases where I posted during this absence though.
Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
My New Job of One Week
This has been the most incredible one week journey ever - the uncanny accurate prophesy of Mr Daniel Tai.
'Hey Mark, if you work there one week not happy, you can always come back...'
That was what he said to me before I left SPH.
And that was what it happened... literally.
It was a job from hell.
And that was an understatement.
It suffered an entire one week ordeal and no, it wasn't due to hard work. As I am typing this post, I had just completed a fifteen and half hours of work (kinda reminded me of FDS RP days) on Thursday. Mind you, this is only my fourth day at work. I originally thought it was the peak period.
No it wasn't.
Next I thought it could probably be because I was new and there was much to learn.
No, it was only part of the tale.
Don't get me wrong, I am not daunted by those difficult presences - however, there is this quiet resentment that fueled my decision to get the shit out of there as it dawned on me that the bosses I am working under indulged itself in deception, verbal abuses, pay-deduction threats, profanities, personal grudges, cheating, immoral attitude, zero ethics, pettiness, childishness and most importantly, exploitation at the most inhumane level. I have run out of adjectives to slander the firm, but this experience taught me a very important lesson in life - don't ever fight for a lost cause.
I remembered Guiding Star was a lost cause, but at least, I had never regretted my decision, unlike this time round. The experience in GS is somewhat like an expensive movie ticket that is probably better off purchasing on pirated VCD and this job is like paying for a damn bloody boring movie and ended up sleeping. Really waste time waste money.
I guess I have learnt it well from the course of my life to make this a good, hasty decision. If it was me previously, I would have been dumb enough to linger longer.
During my interview, my lady boss blatantly lied under her nose. It was probably that of those classic cases where the 'management' weaved an incredible story to induce the so called naive young adults - who have yet to seen the much of this multi-facet society or the precarious corporate world - into working for them and exploit intensively.
I was told that the job was 0830 - 1730 (standard 8 hours work and 1 hour lunch break) with alternate Saturday off. It was also mentioned that if I wanted to further my studies, it is probably the job for me as the timing is good for night classes.
The truth is: I was expected to start work before 0830 (I start about 0820) and my upper study told me to fork out 12 - 14 hours everyday, as she has worked her ass off everyday until 2030 - 2230. And yes! That was just a freaking normal day and by sheer logics of it, the timing is simply impossible for any form of part time study. To my horror, there was three freaking months she had to worked from 0830 to 0000 - 0030. And There was no alternate Saturday off - it was a working day for ALL Saturday.
No OT.
No taxi claims.
No MC claims.
And to further disgust me, I was told by my colleagues that in this company, they are into this practice: mistakes MADE my employees were told to compensate the company.
OMFG! My upper study shared a case where a group of people each paid $770 because of some arrangement mistake. Being new to the company has no mitigating effect of the sentence and there is no second chance.
You mean any cost is bore by the employee and any profit are kept by the company? This is fucking ridiculous - reminded me of pre-Singapore independence era where the coolies are exploited in similar sense by Chinese company.
And the lunch break is merely a pseudo-break; everybody is expected to lunch-in (lunch is bought by temp staff - a young bubbly girl whose parents is actually the owner of the very famous bak chor mee of Bedok Blk 85) and lunch, in reality, is nothing more than 10-15 minutes.
I seriously wondered if there's any breach of the Employer's Act and if I was pissed enough to stay longer, I will probably contact MOM with regards to this matter.
In retrospect, the 'one big family' image of SPH etched into my mind everyday when I felt the exploitation there. Peter's management style spoilt me deeply because now that I have gotten used to his leadership, it would be hellva difficult to find another boss of his caliber. In fact, if he's the benchmark for 10/10, my current bosses would fall under a dismay 3.5/10 (I am being pretty objective here, thus I am not giving a flat zero).
Pathetic because they cannot earn my respect. I had to address my boss as Mr Soh and was cautioned not to address by his name. Wtf sia? My ex-boss from SPH is a freaking VICE PRESIDENT OF SPH BRANDING AND PROMOTION, which is like how many freaking times more powerful than he is and everybody addressed him by Pete. Even the young ones (IN-Crowders) calls him by his name... zzz
I swore I will think twice about small nepotism/family business.
P.S: Will upload memories of SPH when I get back my CPU from Wood Doctor.
Cheers
'Hey Mark, if you work there one week not happy, you can always come back...'
That was what he said to me before I left SPH.
And that was what it happened... literally.
It was a job from hell.
And that was an understatement.
It suffered an entire one week ordeal and no, it wasn't due to hard work. As I am typing this post, I had just completed a fifteen and half hours of work (kinda reminded me of FDS RP days) on Thursday. Mind you, this is only my fourth day at work. I originally thought it was the peak period.
No it wasn't.
Next I thought it could probably be because I was new and there was much to learn.
No, it was only part of the tale.
Don't get me wrong, I am not daunted by those difficult presences - however, there is this quiet resentment that fueled my decision to get the shit out of there as it dawned on me that the bosses I am working under indulged itself in deception, verbal abuses, pay-deduction threats, profanities, personal grudges, cheating, immoral attitude, zero ethics, pettiness, childishness and most importantly, exploitation at the most inhumane level. I have run out of adjectives to slander the firm, but this experience taught me a very important lesson in life - don't ever fight for a lost cause.
I remembered Guiding Star was a lost cause, but at least, I had never regretted my decision, unlike this time round. The experience in GS is somewhat like an expensive movie ticket that is probably better off purchasing on pirated VCD and this job is like paying for a damn bloody boring movie and ended up sleeping. Really waste time waste money.
I guess I have learnt it well from the course of my life to make this a good, hasty decision. If it was me previously, I would have been dumb enough to linger longer.
During my interview, my lady boss blatantly lied under her nose. It was probably that of those classic cases where the 'management' weaved an incredible story to induce the so called naive young adults - who have yet to seen the much of this multi-facet society or the precarious corporate world - into working for them and exploit intensively.
I was told that the job was 0830 - 1730 (standard 8 hours work and 1 hour lunch break) with alternate Saturday off. It was also mentioned that if I wanted to further my studies, it is probably the job for me as the timing is good for night classes.
The truth is: I was expected to start work before 0830 (I start about 0820) and my upper study told me to fork out 12 - 14 hours everyday, as she has worked her ass off everyday until 2030 - 2230. And yes! That was just a freaking normal day and by sheer logics of it, the timing is simply impossible for any form of part time study. To my horror, there was three freaking months she had to worked from 0830 to 0000 - 0030. And There was no alternate Saturday off - it was a working day for ALL Saturday.
No OT.
No taxi claims.
No MC claims.
And to further disgust me, I was told by my colleagues that in this company, they are into this practice: mistakes MADE my employees were told to compensate the company.
OMFG! My upper study shared a case where a group of people each paid $770 because of some arrangement mistake. Being new to the company has no mitigating effect of the sentence and there is no second chance.
You mean any cost is bore by the employee and any profit are kept by the company? This is fucking ridiculous - reminded me of pre-Singapore independence era where the coolies are exploited in similar sense by Chinese company.
And the lunch break is merely a pseudo-break; everybody is expected to lunch-in (lunch is bought by temp staff - a young bubbly girl whose parents is actually the owner of the very famous bak chor mee of Bedok Blk 85) and lunch, in reality, is nothing more than 10-15 minutes.
I seriously wondered if there's any breach of the Employer's Act and if I was pissed enough to stay longer, I will probably contact MOM with regards to this matter.
In retrospect, the 'one big family' image of SPH etched into my mind everyday when I felt the exploitation there. Peter's management style spoilt me deeply because now that I have gotten used to his leadership, it would be hellva difficult to find another boss of his caliber. In fact, if he's the benchmark for 10/10, my current bosses would fall under a dismay 3.5/10 (I am being pretty objective here, thus I am not giving a flat zero).
Pathetic because they cannot earn my respect. I had to address my boss as Mr Soh and was cautioned not to address by his name. Wtf sia? My ex-boss from SPH is a freaking VICE PRESIDENT OF SPH BRANDING AND PROMOTION, which is like how many freaking times more powerful than he is and everybody addressed him by Pete. Even the young ones (IN-Crowders) calls him by his name... zzz
I swore I will think twice about small nepotism/family business.
Now is back to job hunting.
P.S: Will upload memories of SPH when I get back my CPU from Wood Doctor.
Cheers
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Absent Minded
I think I am fucking stupid.
I had forgotten to switch from beach mode to auto mode.
And all my photos got screwed!
-_-
I had to vent my frustration ... from one wasted day of photo-taking.
Please tell me which to stab in the above picture.
/me sharpen dagger
I had forgotten to switch from beach mode to auto mode.
And all my photos got screwed!
-_-
I had to vent my frustration ... from one wasted day of photo-taking.
Please tell me which to stab in the above picture.
/me sharpen dagger
Friday, November 03, 2006
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Mental Block
I think I need to reorganise myself - my mind feels a little cramp up.
It's telling me to expand my mental horizon and read more shit.
Maybe I need to find some quality time to freeload books in borders, considering how dangerously low my cash flow is now.
Gawd.
P.S: BTW, the picture is damn fringing` funny.
Cheers
It's telling me to expand my mental horizon and read more shit.
Maybe I need to find some quality time to freeload books in borders, considering how dangerously low my cash flow is now.
Gawd.
P.S: BTW, the picture is damn fringing` funny.
Cheers
Saturday, September 30, 2006
National Service
I have finally completed my national liability - truly ORD (and I was placed in MINDEF reserve)
I guess people who served their due understand this very much - the notion of freedom and liberty we used to enjoy freely was greatly suppressed during service. Self expression was abandoned in exchange for regimentation.
I had promised myself to write a lengthy essay about my experience when I leave the service and the occasion arises, suddenly, my thoughts are whirling - I didn't know where to begin.
Asked any NSmen out there about their feelings in NS and most likely, it is a congregated mass of mixed feelings that goes beyond simple words. They are likely to grin at the querent:
'Good luck... go in and you will know...'
Somehow, it seemed sadistic, but we all know it wouldn't be a bed of roses in there.
To be frank, I held high regards for our military force before I was enlisted, but this ideology has changed significantly after service... till the point of disillusionment. In the end, I realised, what I believed in once was but propaganda instill into the young minds before maturity and wisdom enter into those minds. It was like early insinuation until it became a blind faith. Back then, although I know nuts about Singapore military, but somehow, we are taught, by mass media, that it was the best in the region (in terms of equipment and military technology, I still believe it is).
I realised that the passe philosophical quote, overly used by SAF '...when boys becomes man' - actually doesn't completely transform the 'man' in Singaporean boys I encountered during service. From those newly enlisted to others going to ORD - it appeared more like '...survival of the fittest...' and people are seeing NS more like a passing phrase in their life than national duty to service the nation.
The heartware is precariously missing and you find people going through the motion or vanishing into the background when REAL issues, REAL stuff are needed for REAL man to tackle, handle and resolve - nothing comes before the thought of covering their ass first. Absolutely nothing. Everyday, everyone is only interested when the clock strikes 1730 hrs... all the way until they have amicably post out or discharge of service.
Leaving the rot for the people of integrity to cleanse them. And integrity doesn't exist in the service - even the core values are nothing but airy words told by commanders who doesn't even live in accordance to what they are preaching.
The 'boys' are still inevitably visible in the traits of those conscripted soldiers and worsen through regimentation. The 'top-to-down' or 'centralised' approach merely trained our boys to become more well behaved and not becoming 'man' as the quote suggested. My BMT sergeants always mentioned about 'thinking soldiers', which I have always thought it was oxymoron.
Thinking soldiers?
Only human thinks; soldiers are only taught to follow orders - somewhat a servile approach.
I spoke to many people, of all backgrounds and education level, throughout my enlightening journey and when I figured out how much they 'understands' about their country (and of course the Army), I was ghastly appalled by how nonchalant everyone's attitude towards it. This is inclusive of regulars, whom are supposed to 'buy' the military propaganda sold to them psychologically and live according to the insinuation.
In fact, most regulars are more interested in the money aspects of their career that it actually blinds their vision nothing wider than a dollar note. There aren't genuinely interested in serving the nation, the public and the people because this is how it was portrayed to me strongly. Like a pyramid model - the apex represents the commanders or leaders, while the bottom represents the work shouldered and done by the NSF.
Credits were stolen by higher management and blames are splattered across board when things goes awry. I even encountered certain junior commander misusing his newly discovered powers and several senior commander/s overly depending on NSF and exploiting them to perform their level of job.
I am completely at ease with warrant Al asking me to buy coffee on his behalf or even performing mundane tasks like photocopying, but obviously I wouldn't be expecting him to shove me the training program and asking me to handle it.
I can't even be bothered to pen down the identity of those riffraff being paid in multiples of my pay and requesting me to do their level or share of their work. Should ISD/MSD accidentally come across my blog and read this post, I could picture the look on their face as 'duh-we-knew-that-long-ago.'
This pseudo-world class organisation is nothing but a hush-hush organisation ran by incompetent leaders. The skeletons in those cupboards are well hidden and pry-protected by public eyes. So insidious that should we have an external, non-government audit, this can of worms will open up like how NKF did. The internal audit done are but facade and histrionic methods to ensure quality. Even the ISO are nothing but falsification and untrue to the actual picture.
And you expect me to entrust my life to a bunch of unproven commanders, who are probably only paper-smart and devoid of empathy for the common folks? I see this phenomenon crystal-clear DAILY when our RPs, after their fatigue duties, walking that stretch of road out of Sembawang Airbase and I see scores of commanders, in the comfort of their branded Mercedes or BMW cars, whizzing past the poor soldiers, without sparing a single thought of reliving them off that drudgery journey towards the gate, which ALL cars would essentially passed through as well.
So far, it is always the contractors (civilian) who have been helping the RPs unconditionally, mixed with few rare occasions of military personnel (usually WOSA). And when you have a young lady (half the time needed if she is pretty) going through the same thing, it wouldn't take long before somebody stop by and ferry her down.
Pray tell how do I respect someone for nothing? Commanders don't even fucking give a damn to lift their tiny finger to relieve these man, or fellow Singaporean as a matter of fact. If I have a car and I see someone walking that damn stretch of road out, I would kindly fetch him down, regardless of whether is it a man or woman, private or major because it doesn't even take much on my side. Even such little gestures are missing, then tell me how the respect is earned? Just because they are scholars or have been through OCS? Even base commander's position is an allocated spot for scholars so nicely placed when they sit in the system, everything else will run auto-pilot. SAF tried to force respect out of us via appointment or rank, but I cannot see myself respecting them simply because they have done nothing significant.
And sadly, the NSF man at the bottom of this 'food chain' are slave tools to serve those master above them through the element of fear in carefully disguised regimentation. Regimentation is but an excuse used by the organisation to reinforced the fear mindset into the minds of the NSF to follow the rules and constantly be placed on a tight leash on their conduct and behaviour... even till reservist.
I came across several NSman who were on pending charge case for missing his IPPT, RT, ICT, etc. And whenever I hear their story, I had nothing but a heart of sorrow for their predicament. One NSman was in the brink of bankruptcy when RSAF decides to charge him for missing his IPPT.
'Charge me? The bank is going to repossess my house anytime and you think I have the mood for IPPT? Charge me? Charge lah! I no money liao... or you want me go commit suicide to prove it to you??'
Another NSman was illiterate and the people around him are also uneducated. He cannot read English and I had to translate to him what his letter meant in chinese because my S1 was an Indian.
It was a charge letter.
Then you have one NSman who was charged for missing his RT.
'I work night shift and the afternoon is for me to rest and recuperate so that I have the energy to work later. You expect me to take RT in the evening and sacrificing my sleep? Then who is going to compensate me? My boss will fire me off my job!'
I feel for them, as fellow Singaporean, but there was simply nothing I can do. Regimentation is brought over into their civilian life, an intergal part of a larger plan, by this authoritarian government.
This is not a rant; more like statement from a disillusioned Singaporean, who went into National Service in good faith and came out devastated. Somewhat like realizing your father has kept a mistress behind your mother's back kind of feeling. In an instant, the loving figure shattered into millions of glass fragments and you know nothing will restore the perception ever again.
This is my National Service.
P.S: For those stupid enough to reckon that it is real - that is a toy gun.
Cheers
I guess people who served their due understand this very much - the notion of freedom and liberty we used to enjoy freely was greatly suppressed during service. Self expression was abandoned in exchange for regimentation.
I had promised myself to write a lengthy essay about my experience when I leave the service and the occasion arises, suddenly, my thoughts are whirling - I didn't know where to begin.
Asked any NSmen out there about their feelings in NS and most likely, it is a congregated mass of mixed feelings that goes beyond simple words. They are likely to grin at the querent:
'Good luck... go in and you will know...'
Somehow, it seemed sadistic, but we all know it wouldn't be a bed of roses in there.
To be frank, I held high regards for our military force before I was enlisted, but this ideology has changed significantly after service... till the point of disillusionment. In the end, I realised, what I believed in once was but propaganda instill into the young minds before maturity and wisdom enter into those minds. It was like early insinuation until it became a blind faith. Back then, although I know nuts about Singapore military, but somehow, we are taught, by mass media, that it was the best in the region (in terms of equipment and military technology, I still believe it is).
I realised that the passe philosophical quote, overly used by SAF '...when boys becomes man' - actually doesn't completely transform the 'man' in Singaporean boys I encountered during service. From those newly enlisted to others going to ORD - it appeared more like '...survival of the fittest...' and people are seeing NS more like a passing phrase in their life than national duty to service the nation.
The heartware is precariously missing and you find people going through the motion or vanishing into the background when REAL issues, REAL stuff are needed for REAL man to tackle, handle and resolve - nothing comes before the thought of covering their ass first. Absolutely nothing. Everyday, everyone is only interested when the clock strikes 1730 hrs... all the way until they have amicably post out or discharge of service.
Leaving the rot for the people of integrity to cleanse them. And integrity doesn't exist in the service - even the core values are nothing but airy words told by commanders who doesn't even live in accordance to what they are preaching.
The 'boys' are still inevitably visible in the traits of those conscripted soldiers and worsen through regimentation. The 'top-to-down' or 'centralised' approach merely trained our boys to become more well behaved and not becoming 'man' as the quote suggested. My BMT sergeants always mentioned about 'thinking soldiers', which I have always thought it was oxymoron.
Thinking soldiers?
Only human thinks; soldiers are only taught to follow orders - somewhat a servile approach.
I spoke to many people, of all backgrounds and education level, throughout my enlightening journey and when I figured out how much they 'understands' about their country (and of course the Army), I was ghastly appalled by how nonchalant everyone's attitude towards it. This is inclusive of regulars, whom are supposed to 'buy' the military propaganda sold to them psychologically and live according to the insinuation.
In fact, most regulars are more interested in the money aspects of their career that it actually blinds their vision nothing wider than a dollar note. There aren't genuinely interested in serving the nation, the public and the people because this is how it was portrayed to me strongly. Like a pyramid model - the apex represents the commanders or leaders, while the bottom represents the work shouldered and done by the NSF.
Credits were stolen by higher management and blames are splattered across board when things goes awry. I even encountered certain junior commander misusing his newly discovered powers and several senior commander/s overly depending on NSF and exploiting them to perform their level of job.
I am completely at ease with warrant Al asking me to buy coffee on his behalf or even performing mundane tasks like photocopying, but obviously I wouldn't be expecting him to shove me the training program and asking me to handle it.
I can't even be bothered to pen down the identity of those riffraff being paid in multiples of my pay and requesting me to do their level or share of their work. Should ISD/MSD accidentally come across my blog and read this post, I could picture the look on their face as 'duh-we-knew-that-long-ago.'
This pseudo-world class organisation is nothing but a hush-hush organisation ran by incompetent leaders. The skeletons in those cupboards are well hidden and pry-protected by public eyes. So insidious that should we have an external, non-government audit, this can of worms will open up like how NKF did. The internal audit done are but facade and histrionic methods to ensure quality. Even the ISO are nothing but falsification and untrue to the actual picture.
And you expect me to entrust my life to a bunch of unproven commanders, who are probably only paper-smart and devoid of empathy for the common folks? I see this phenomenon crystal-clear DAILY when our RPs, after their fatigue duties, walking that stretch of road out of Sembawang Airbase and I see scores of commanders, in the comfort of their branded Mercedes or BMW cars, whizzing past the poor soldiers, without sparing a single thought of reliving them off that drudgery journey towards the gate, which ALL cars would essentially passed through as well.
So far, it is always the contractors (civilian) who have been helping the RPs unconditionally, mixed with few rare occasions of military personnel (usually WOSA). And when you have a young lady (half the time needed if she is pretty) going through the same thing, it wouldn't take long before somebody stop by and ferry her down.
Pray tell how do I respect someone for nothing? Commanders don't even fucking give a damn to lift their tiny finger to relieve these man, or fellow Singaporean as a matter of fact. If I have a car and I see someone walking that damn stretch of road out, I would kindly fetch him down, regardless of whether is it a man or woman, private or major because it doesn't even take much on my side. Even such little gestures are missing, then tell me how the respect is earned? Just because they are scholars or have been through OCS? Even base commander's position is an allocated spot for scholars so nicely placed when they sit in the system, everything else will run auto-pilot. SAF tried to force respect out of us via appointment or rank, but I cannot see myself respecting them simply because they have done nothing significant.
And sadly, the NSF man at the bottom of this 'food chain' are slave tools to serve those master above them through the element of fear in carefully disguised regimentation. Regimentation is but an excuse used by the organisation to reinforced the fear mindset into the minds of the NSF to follow the rules and constantly be placed on a tight leash on their conduct and behaviour... even till reservist.
I came across several NSman who were on pending charge case for missing his IPPT, RT, ICT, etc. And whenever I hear their story, I had nothing but a heart of sorrow for their predicament. One NSman was in the brink of bankruptcy when RSAF decides to charge him for missing his IPPT.
'Charge me? The bank is going to repossess my house anytime and you think I have the mood for IPPT? Charge me? Charge lah! I no money liao... or you want me go commit suicide to prove it to you??'
Another NSman was illiterate and the people around him are also uneducated. He cannot read English and I had to translate to him what his letter meant in chinese because my S1 was an Indian.
It was a charge letter.
Then you have one NSman who was charged for missing his RT.
'I work night shift and the afternoon is for me to rest and recuperate so that I have the energy to work later. You expect me to take RT in the evening and sacrificing my sleep? Then who is going to compensate me? My boss will fire me off my job!'
I feel for them, as fellow Singaporean, but there was simply nothing I can do. Regimentation is brought over into their civilian life, an intergal part of a larger plan, by this authoritarian government.
This is not a rant; more like statement from a disillusioned Singaporean, who went into National Service in good faith and came out devastated. Somewhat like realizing your father has kept a mistress behind your mother's back kind of feeling. In an instant, the loving figure shattered into millions of glass fragments and you know nothing will restore the perception ever again.
This is my National Service.
P.S: For those stupid enough to reckon that it is real - that is a toy gun.
Cheers
Monday, August 28, 2006
Zen (And me?)
Not much Aunt Agony cases reported these days; or at least those I bothered to handle. But nevertheless, I will still update my blog (I will reserve one topic for my National Service experience, after ORD, which I can foresee it to be a fcuking lengthy page).
I am reading a book by Charlotte Kasl - titled 'Zen and The Art of Falling in Love'. How this book mysteriously ended up in my collection is pretty interesting; I found the book in a cab when I was coming home (midnight), brought it back and shove it some corner. I didn't even bother to read the title or even explore the content until today.
And I found the book almost one year ago (I think).
What I liked about it is its philosophical approach to Love - somewhat akin to CloUdiSm, my self-styled book. And perhaps my soul is getting restless - I am beginning to feel that time is too ephemeral to be wasting on mundane stuff like dota gaming, when there is much unaccomplishment waiting to be accomplish. There is this growing, surging drive, stirring incessantly and creating much uneasiness. I don't even think any could sympathise what I am going through because somehow I feel like I am hauled into an alternate dimension of needs.
I see knowledge as seductive and I see it as a path for me to end this series of arid activities when weekend approaches.
I shall do whatsoever is needed to restore my personal balance and also, pray to find a job ASAP.
I am bleeding financially and I cannot cope soon.
Cheers
I am reading a book by Charlotte Kasl - titled 'Zen and The Art of Falling in Love'. How this book mysteriously ended up in my collection is pretty interesting; I found the book in a cab when I was coming home (midnight), brought it back and shove it some corner. I didn't even bother to read the title or even explore the content until today.
And I found the book almost one year ago (I think).
What I liked about it is its philosophical approach to Love - somewhat akin to CloUdiSm, my self-styled book. And perhaps my soul is getting restless - I am beginning to feel that time is too ephemeral to be wasting on mundane stuff like dota gaming, when there is much unaccomplishment waiting to be accomplish. There is this growing, surging drive, stirring incessantly and creating much uneasiness. I don't even think any could sympathise what I am going through because somehow I feel like I am hauled into an alternate dimension of needs.
I see knowledge as seductive and I see it as a path for me to end this series of arid activities when weekend approaches.
I shall do whatsoever is needed to restore my personal balance and also, pray to find a job ASAP.
I am bleeding financially and I cannot cope soon.
Cheers
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
The '无事不登三宝殿'
He avoided my SMS; I guess the sum is gone for good.
I think it's disappointing to reckon that I actually went through the miles to help him when I was already having problems with my cash flow back then and when I needed that same help from him now - there wasn't even a fucking respond.
朋友做到这样。。。 干脆不要做了 (Samuel's tone)
Actually it's a small sum; but certainly the amount will help to ease my bills and classes when I am only drawing a fucking $420 from the army and doing a 2WO's Job. And when I minus a hundred buck for insurance, my fucking disposal income is merely a miserable 320.
Seriously, I don't fucking wish to be a debt collector having to chase for my debt when in fact it should be automatic. I don't see the reason why he could club, spend and drown himself with alcohol when he could have the money to repay me, especially when I am having trouble with cashflow.
That was almost one fucking year; he probably thinks that I could probably survive liao.
I think I am too kind to people who doesn't even see the same light as I view their friendship; I guess Mars in Scorpio of 11th house is too benevolent for my liking.
Really quite disappointed by this person... whom I considered as a good friend. *shake head*
Oh well...
I trust wrong people... again. (The pic below is NOT that guy; just to show how good I am to wear 情侣装 with him. Haha!)
P.S: Deeds don't lie; The '无事不登三宝殿' can all go screw themselves from today onwards. (Go to View, Encoding and change to Unicode (UTF-8) to read chinese words)
Cheers
I think it's disappointing to reckon that I actually went through the miles to help him when I was already having problems with my cash flow back then and when I needed that same help from him now - there wasn't even a fucking respond.
朋友做到这样。。。 干脆不要做了 (Samuel's tone)
Actually it's a small sum; but certainly the amount will help to ease my bills and classes when I am only drawing a fucking $420 from the army and doing a 2WO's Job. And when I minus a hundred buck for insurance, my fucking disposal income is merely a miserable 320.
Seriously, I don't fucking wish to be a debt collector having to chase for my debt when in fact it should be automatic. I don't see the reason why he could club, spend and drown himself with alcohol when he could have the money to repay me, especially when I am having trouble with cashflow.
That was almost one fucking year; he probably thinks that I could probably survive liao.
I think I am too kind to people who doesn't even see the same light as I view their friendship; I guess Mars in Scorpio of 11th house is too benevolent for my liking.
Really quite disappointed by this person... whom I considered as a good friend. *shake head*
Oh well...
I trust wrong people... again. (The pic below is NOT that guy; just to show how good I am to wear 情侣装 with him. Haha!)
P.S: Deeds don't lie; The '无事不登三宝殿' can all go screw themselves from today onwards. (Go to View, Encoding and change to Unicode (UTF-8) to read chinese words)
Cheers
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Love and Frienship II
Someone recently asked me this... 'Are you able to Love someone if you don't love yourself?'
My reply was simple: what is felt inwardly will express outwardly. If you don't exactly love yourself, you will display qualities of your inner self through a series of behaviour, mindset and attitude towards your Love.
Why am I sharing this?
Because people are falling in Love for the wrong reasons, especially those with issues trapped within their psyche, like some haunting spirits.
I have this old friend who has been locked away in some 'forgotten asylum', wasting away literally because he has meekly succumbed to the degenerative attitude of his woman. Instead of trying to haul her out of her retrogressive lifestyle and imparting positivity, my poor friend play the acceptance part and joined her at her 'neither world', becoming like her.
He has become something that isn't him... totally lost his shine, his friends and everything else he once had.
This is the Idlelism Leadership Styled-Relationship. [As written in CloUdiSm; obviously written by me with my pseudonym known as Cloud L.J.S - and no, it doesn't stand for Long John Silver. I wouldn't paste it here word by word because in time to come, I may publish my own book]
Apparently, he has reached to a point where he has 'no choice' but to continue this unfulfilling relationship, albeit this is a matter of freewill and having 'no choice' is but an excuse to continue with this karmic relationship.
Karmic relationship is almighty; I have no idea how many people have been slain under its vicious blade.
Although Jaime was ephemeral, but at least she was a great girl and there was nice memories in retrospect. We were just too young back then and just unsuitable for each other (a great Christian girl and this self-styled-cum-proclaimed astrologer? You get my drift).
For him, I don't even know if he would hold high esteem in image of her, if one day their relationship should cease to exist, when he review back. Actually I even fear that day, should it ever happen, because I may not know how to face a friend who has abandon the world since the day he is attached and come crawling back to the very people he has gave up.
The mindset of Thy Girlfriend is Greater than Thy Friends is pretty abominable.
I went the East Coast to eat Bak Cho Mee (Go MrBrown, I support you!) and I told this to everyone dinning at the table.
'My girlfriend cannot make me give up the world, but neither could the world persuade me to give up my girlfriend.'
How many people actually have that wisdom to understand that these two elements MUST come together in order to concoct a successful recipe for a fulfilling relationship? And that you MUST HAVE a LIFE outside the life of your relationship in order for it to bloom like flowers in spring?
There must be co-existence for fulfilment to manifest.
The repercussion was so great that since we usually celebrate our birthday together (and it is coming by the way), one buddy of mine has swore not to come if I were to invite him, which has caught me in the middle of two crushing tides.
Aiya... I don't want to fucking bother anymore; will just use birthday to meet up with other people I have not seen for ages.
Cheers
My reply was simple: what is felt inwardly will express outwardly. If you don't exactly love yourself, you will display qualities of your inner self through a series of behaviour, mindset and attitude towards your Love.
Why am I sharing this?
Because people are falling in Love for the wrong reasons, especially those with issues trapped within their psyche, like some haunting spirits.
I have this old friend who has been locked away in some 'forgotten asylum', wasting away literally because he has meekly succumbed to the degenerative attitude of his woman. Instead of trying to haul her out of her retrogressive lifestyle and imparting positivity, my poor friend play the acceptance part and joined her at her 'neither world', becoming like her.
He has become something that isn't him... totally lost his shine, his friends and everything else he once had.
This is the Idlelism Leadership Styled-Relationship. [As written in CloUdiSm; obviously written by me with my pseudonym known as Cloud L.J.S - and no, it doesn't stand for Long John Silver. I wouldn't paste it here word by word because in time to come, I may publish my own book]
Apparently, he has reached to a point where he has 'no choice' but to continue this unfulfilling relationship, albeit this is a matter of freewill and having 'no choice' is but an excuse to continue with this karmic relationship.
Karmic relationship is almighty; I have no idea how many people have been slain under its vicious blade.
Although Jaime was ephemeral, but at least she was a great girl and there was nice memories in retrospect. We were just too young back then and just unsuitable for each other (a great Christian girl and this self-styled-cum-proclaimed astrologer? You get my drift).
For him, I don't even know if he would hold high esteem in image of her, if one day their relationship should cease to exist, when he review back. Actually I even fear that day, should it ever happen, because I may not know how to face a friend who has abandon the world since the day he is attached and come crawling back to the very people he has gave up.
The mindset of Thy Girlfriend is Greater than Thy Friends is pretty abominable.
I went the East Coast to eat Bak Cho Mee (Go MrBrown, I support you!) and I told this to everyone dinning at the table.
'My girlfriend cannot make me give up the world, but neither could the world persuade me to give up my girlfriend.'
How many people actually have that wisdom to understand that these two elements MUST come together in order to concoct a successful recipe for a fulfilling relationship? And that you MUST HAVE a LIFE outside the life of your relationship in order for it to bloom like flowers in spring?
There must be co-existence for fulfilment to manifest.
The repercussion was so great that since we usually celebrate our birthday together (and it is coming by the way), one buddy of mine has swore not to come if I were to invite him, which has caught me in the middle of two crushing tides.
Aiya... I don't want to fucking bother anymore; will just use birthday to meet up with other people I have not seen for ages.
Cheers
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Hong Kong and Singapore
It has almost been a week since I came back from HK.
Great place, great food and needless to say, great shopping. Sad to say there has been a drastic drop in desire to even window-shop in SG because after this Hong Kong mad-crazed shopping trip, Singapore seemed like a barren town with nothing to purchase in juxtapose.
Thumbs up for the label brands over there - the numbers probably overwhelmed the ones found in SG many times over. And I had to surrender to the choice of Bape available. I could *actually* ask for sizes instead of just getting disappointed with what-you-see-is-what-you-get sort of shops here.
And I am not even talking about just Bape stuff; horde of other labels and brands are widely available in HK.
In SG; you could probably hurl a stone at some dudes with jeans and chances are it will be a Levis. No wonder Levis is having so many stores here and cashing in big bucks into their deep pockets from the local guys because SG dudes don't mind the universal look. They don't mind looking like each other. Don't get me wrong - I am not that brand-conscious (I won't mind cheap shirts that could deliver what I want); the underlying message is that I appreciate and welcome self-expression and individualism through personality.
I realise that self-expression and individualism is pretty suppressed in SG. I deduced it is probably because of National Service (degenerative domination akin to those Underdark Illithids) and our rigid educational system that caused the mind to dull terribly (Mundane Astrology probably revealed some heavy Saturn influence onto 5th house - arts suffers). People are taught to heed to the laws, but not to think individually. Look at our streets - it so fucking monotonous, compared to countries elsewhere. It's so lacking and dry in culture, spirit and mass expression/appeal.
It is no wonder why we are still so FAaaAaarrr(to be continued...) away from being TOP cities via international ranking.
I salute to those who have manage to break out of the cage this rigid society wants to limit us and exude their self expression to the highest pinnacle... like my good friend, Mr Teo Wei Yong is leaving here for good, to pursue his dream... in which he feel that he could never achieve it here, considering how servile mediacork (mainstream media) is to the great municipal PAP government (Mundane Astrology probably revealed issues with Mercury - all forms of communication channel being controlled).
Sheesh
Cheers
Great place, great food and needless to say, great shopping. Sad to say there has been a drastic drop in desire to even window-shop in SG because after this Hong Kong mad-crazed shopping trip, Singapore seemed like a barren town with nothing to purchase in juxtapose.
Thumbs up for the label brands over there - the numbers probably overwhelmed the ones found in SG many times over. And I had to surrender to the choice of Bape available. I could *actually* ask for sizes instead of just getting disappointed with what-you-see-is-what-you-get sort of shops here.
And I am not even talking about just Bape stuff; horde of other labels and brands are widely available in HK.
In SG; you could probably hurl a stone at some dudes with jeans and chances are it will be a Levis. No wonder Levis is having so many stores here and cashing in big bucks into their deep pockets from the local guys because SG dudes don't mind the universal look. They don't mind looking like each other. Don't get me wrong - I am not that brand-conscious (I won't mind cheap shirts that could deliver what I want); the underlying message is that I appreciate and welcome self-expression and individualism through personality.
I realise that self-expression and individualism is pretty suppressed in SG. I deduced it is probably because of National Service (degenerative domination akin to those Underdark Illithids) and our rigid educational system that caused the mind to dull terribly (Mundane Astrology probably revealed some heavy Saturn influence onto 5th house - arts suffers). People are taught to heed to the laws, but not to think individually. Look at our streets - it so fucking monotonous, compared to countries elsewhere. It's so lacking and dry in culture, spirit and mass expression/appeal.
It is no wonder why we are still so FAaaAaarrr(to be continued...) away from being TOP cities via international ranking.
I salute to those who have manage to break out of the cage this rigid society wants to limit us and exude their self expression to the highest pinnacle... like my good friend, Mr Teo Wei Yong is leaving here for good, to pursue his dream... in which he feel that he could never achieve it here, considering how servile mediacork (mainstream media) is to the great municipal PAP government (Mundane Astrology probably revealed issues with Mercury - all forms of communication channel being controlled).
Sheesh
Cheers
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Love and Friendship
The last thing that could ever happen to me is to sacrifice friendship for Love.
I scrolled through my intensive book of Astrology written by Noel Tyl and he spoke about the Succedent Grand Cross and that the 2nd house (house of self worth), is naturally square to the 5th and 11th, which is how we react in giving and receiving of Love.
Been doing Aunt Agony for about 5 years and I have seen all sort of abominable relationships, archetype personality and reigning needs.I remember iliak once told me how 'good' it would be if she were to exchange chipmunk's karmic issues for hers. I told her:
'Her kind of issues, to you, are no issues at all. Life wouldn't be so kind as to offer zero growth lesson as a form of 'growth'.'
I realise there is another alternative two forms of Love (apart from karmic and benefic classification):
I) One that makes you stupid
II) One that makes you stupider.
Although we become incoherently foolish when Love propagate its message into our hearts, this foolishness merely facsimile our childhood into our relationship, like how we like to Love and to be Loved in its immaculate form. We began to see ourselves 'baby talk'... give each other cutesy nicknames... change our tone when speaking... gaze at each other and smile... remaining in comfortable silence while holding hands... and the list continues.
We become stupider when we don't understand the relationship we are leading. We transformed into somewhat an anencephalic being, with no sense cognitive understanding of our action. To simpify what I had just said, 'leading an inane relationship without meaning'. I am abhorred when I see people indulging in such play, with notable serious karmic repercussion.
I agape with wonder to understand how people actually see 'Love' as a fourth dimension or the solo panacea to all conundrum of life, in a way where, somehow... somewhat, the couple must incarcerate themselves from the reality of life and that all that had existed prior before the Love, had faded miraculous into the pathetic background.
情热似火，火会息
情浓似酒，酒会醒
I enjoy chinese poems, especially those that stir thoughts and forms deep meaning. Although I sucked terribly at mandarin, but it doesn't change the fact that I enjoy dabbling with phrases that intrigue me, western or eastern. Philosophy-wise - it's the meaning that counts, not the language or the orgin.
Is there truly a need to emasculate our values in face of Love?
I really fear the day when Love has absconded and they become desperate. When dynasty crumbles and a new chapter takes over - the anarchy transition is often the most chaotic.
Of course, like always, I am always around.
But being around, doesn't mean I am agreeable with the way you are leading mistakes.
These two picture can co-exist.
Disclaimer: And no, I was never talking about Duck.
Cheers
I scrolled through my intensive book of Astrology written by Noel Tyl and he spoke about the Succedent Grand Cross and that the 2nd house (house of self worth), is naturally square to the 5th and 11th, which is how we react in giving and receiving of Love.
Been doing Aunt Agony for about 5 years and I have seen all sort of abominable relationships, archetype personality and reigning needs.I remember iliak once told me how 'good' it would be if she were to exchange chipmunk's karmic issues for hers. I told her:
'Her kind of issues, to you, are no issues at all. Life wouldn't be so kind as to offer zero growth lesson as a form of 'growth'.'
I realise there is another alternative two forms of Love (apart from karmic and benefic classification):
I) One that makes you stupid
II) One that makes you stupider.
Although we become incoherently foolish when Love propagate its message into our hearts, this foolishness merely facsimile our childhood into our relationship, like how we like to Love and to be Loved in its immaculate form. We began to see ourselves 'baby talk'... give each other cutesy nicknames... change our tone when speaking... gaze at each other and smile... remaining in comfortable silence while holding hands... and the list continues.
We become stupider when we don't understand the relationship we are leading. We transformed into somewhat an anencephalic being, with no sense cognitive understanding of our action. To simpify what I had just said, 'leading an inane relationship without meaning'. I am abhorred when I see people indulging in such play, with notable serious karmic repercussion.
I agape with wonder to understand how people actually see 'Love' as a fourth dimension or the solo panacea to all conundrum of life, in a way where, somehow... somewhat, the couple must incarcerate themselves from the reality of life and that all that had existed prior before the Love, had faded miraculous into the pathetic background.
情热似火，火会息
情浓似酒，酒会醒
I enjoy chinese poems, especially those that stir thoughts and forms deep meaning. Although I sucked terribly at mandarin, but it doesn't change the fact that I enjoy dabbling with phrases that intrigue me, western or eastern. Philosophy-wise - it's the meaning that counts, not the language or the orgin.
Is there truly a need to emasculate our values in face of Love?
I really fear the day when Love has absconded and they become desperate. When dynasty crumbles and a new chapter takes over - the anarchy transition is often the most chaotic.
Of course, like always, I am always around.
But being around, doesn't mean I am agreeable with the way you are leading mistakes.
These two picture can co-exist.
Disclaimer: And no, I was never talking about Duck.
Cheers
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Review of GS
Since they are going to show 绝对superstar today, might as well display the picture we took at Mediacork.. i mean mediacorp. This is the gathering of GS forces - now currently cease to exist anymore. Well, although it was a whole load of crap, but you can never imagine the friendship forge through the SHIT we went through. This is known as the GS experience... horrible piece of hellhole we all went through, only to discover what this matrix is all about.
I called it a tale of love, hatred, betrayal, deception, lies, loyal, truth and justice.
It was an exhilarating experience; with me standing firm to pick up the destruction cause by the 斯凯文 - a great evil glooming over our depressing state of life. Lives by itself is already a sad state, with his introduction, which I thought would worsen our current state... only served to build us stronger, with everlasting bonds.
Ironically, the four of us represented the second generation of slaves fighting for a lost cause, while John represented NP's arms of Song Composing. We are there, supporting Mr Derrick or more commonly and affectionately known as Wei Jian when he was up on stage, fighting for a place to the next round of 绝对superstar.
Finally, I have this wonderful blog to pen down all the suppressed emotions I had with GS. Mr 斯凯文 probably never realise this: the amount of negativity passed down through his action, behaviour and psychological mindset has made SO many good people under him, questioning about their own innate ability, confidence and character. I can never think of another person, who is as highly skilled as him, employing the art of emotional blackmail, self pity and deception - he is like the apex of evil... the Lord of the Lies.
To create a false imaginary fantasy about himself, hoping to gain recognition and awe from 'students' whom have very little experience with the outside world; effectively, he have conjured and created his own world... his own realm where he put himself at the pedestal of honour and fame, thinking that he could probably own the world and inject reality into this non-existence world of his.
All his so called 'plans, strategy and stuff' are nothing but coins into the wishing well - it never come true. He is so typical MLM spoke person - full of hot-air coming out his lips, without substances... promises that were never meant to be fulfilled... and thousands of excuse to shield himself from all the mistakes he had made. Imagine all the SHIT he had painted on people... I had to remove his doing and restore people back to where they came from... imagine all the tears that came falling and I had to lend a shoulder and wipe them off... imagine all the rubbish he said... I have to rebuilt the negativity he has placed on others to create positivity in them once again.
He once said he was the 清洁工人.... I think I am the REAL 清洁工人。
Below is the photo we took when we went over to Victoria Concert Hall to support Craig. This is the residue left - a group of close knitted friends. Once again, from here, you could also see that the shit he gave, merely strengthen all of us. (And if 斯凯文 ever see this... PLEASE... please... don't think that you did a saint-like good deed and try to console yourself that it was a good job after all the deception you have given everyone. I can sense it in my bone that you will probably think this way... duh! What's new?)
I always tell Douglas that IF GS was what it seemed to be, we will be rocking the music scene by now. 24 绝对superstars... we have about 4 that have their fate brush across GS. DUH! Go figure.
Somehow I feel so apologetic over people whom came into GS; people like Pammy (now happily in Aussie) and Ivy, who probably had their worst working experience... ever (direct quote from Ivy). And 斯凯文 still owns Ivy couple of hundreds... sigh... how the hell am I suppose to help her to recover the sum? See? None of my business... but somehow, I am implicated. I presume it is my Scorpio Mars in 11th house.
There is no way I could fully pen down everything that has took place in GS, that completely disgusted me in plain comtempt. (Like shown in the pic above) Now that 斯凯文 has gone back to his old love, the destruction he has cause through his wild path has come to a weird ending cum conclusion. People shrugged thinking about it, but I stand tall firmly - reinforced my CloUdiSm belief which he tried so hard to null it's existence.
His distorted views on friendship and love is truely crap and it's amazing that he wanted to impact some of these 'corrupted mindsets' into me. I may not be exactly, chronologically, fringin` old, but my thoughts were beyond that of my peers. I am afterall, the 姐妹 yunhaier with 4 years of Aunt Agony experience. Duh. *Bat an eyelid*
I admit I was shaken and even question myself, casting doubts all over CloUdiSm. I realise that there was only one voice I could heed... for this voice never will never lie to me. It is our own voice... the voice from within.
Anyway, most escape his clutches. Now, we only have his monetary debts to settle AND probably the karmic relationship he is having with taurean Mich. How will God help her this time? Will the power of her Church save her from the clutches of Evil? Or will the evil 斯凯文 succeed in his attempt to bring her away from God's words?
P.S: Douglas didn't steal you arse-wart. Mind you, part of the loot was my phone as well. For him to steal my stuff is almost unthinkable. Duh. There is such a thing known as mutual trust and all my good friends will never resort such level to ruin a relationship with me. At least this is the untold/unwritten rules of a friendship - which you never had. Of course! YOU made used of everyone that came into your life, what love and friendship can you speak of?
Cheers
I called it a tale of love, hatred, betrayal, deception, lies, loyal, truth and justice.
It was an exhilarating experience; with me standing firm to pick up the destruction cause by the 斯凯文 - a great evil glooming over our depressing state of life. Lives by itself is already a sad state, with his introduction, which I thought would worsen our current state... only served to build us stronger, with everlasting bonds.
Ironically, the four of us represented the second generation of slaves fighting for a lost cause, while John represented NP's arms of Song Composing. We are there, supporting Mr Derrick or more commonly and affectionately known as Wei Jian when he was up on stage, fighting for a place to the next round of 绝对superstar.
Finally, I have this wonderful blog to pen down all the suppressed emotions I had with GS. Mr 斯凯文 probably never realise this: the amount of negativity passed down through his action, behaviour and psychological mindset has made SO many good people under him, questioning about their own innate ability, confidence and character. I can never think of another person, who is as highly skilled as him, employing the art of emotional blackmail, self pity and deception - he is like the apex of evil... the Lord of the Lies.
To create a false imaginary fantasy about himself, hoping to gain recognition and awe from 'students' whom have very little experience with the outside world; effectively, he have conjured and created his own world... his own realm where he put himself at the pedestal of honour and fame, thinking that he could probably own the world and inject reality into this non-existence world of his.
All his so called 'plans, strategy and stuff' are nothing but coins into the wishing well - it never come true. He is so typical MLM spoke person - full of hot-air coming out his lips, without substances... promises that were never meant to be fulfilled... and thousands of excuse to shield himself from all the mistakes he had made. Imagine all the SHIT he had painted on people... I had to remove his doing and restore people back to where they came from... imagine all the tears that came falling and I had to lend a shoulder and wipe them off... imagine all the rubbish he said... I have to rebuilt the negativity he has placed on others to create positivity in them once again.
He once said he was the 清洁工人.... I think I am the REAL 清洁工人。
Below is the photo we took when we went over to Victoria Concert Hall to support Craig. This is the residue left - a group of close knitted friends. Once again, from here, you could also see that the shit he gave, merely strengthen all of us. (And if 斯凯文 ever see this... PLEASE... please... don't think that you did a saint-like good deed and try to console yourself that it was a good job after all the deception you have given everyone. I can sense it in my bone that you will probably think this way... duh! What's new?)
I always tell Douglas that IF GS was what it seemed to be, we will be rocking the music scene by now. 24 绝对superstars... we have about 4 that have their fate brush across GS. DUH! Go figure.
Somehow I feel so apologetic over people whom came into GS; people like Pammy (now happily in Aussie) and Ivy, who probably had their worst working experience... ever (direct quote from Ivy). And 斯凯文 still owns Ivy couple of hundreds... sigh... how the hell am I suppose to help her to recover the sum? See? None of my business... but somehow, I am implicated. I presume it is my Scorpio Mars in 11th house.
There is no way I could fully pen down everything that has took place in GS, that completely disgusted me in plain comtempt. (Like shown in the pic above) Now that 斯凯文 has gone back to his old love, the destruction he has cause through his wild path has come to a weird ending cum conclusion. People shrugged thinking about it, but I stand tall firmly - reinforced my CloUdiSm belief which he tried so hard to null it's existence.
His distorted views on friendship and love is truely crap and it's amazing that he wanted to impact some of these 'corrupted mindsets' into me. I may not be exactly, chronologically, fringin` old, but my thoughts were beyond that of my peers. I am afterall, the 姐妹 yunhaier with 4 years of Aunt Agony experience. Duh. *Bat an eyelid*
I admit I was shaken and even question myself, casting doubts all over CloUdiSm. I realise that there was only one voice I could heed... for this voice never will never lie to me. It is our own voice... the voice from within.
Anyway, most escape his clutches. Now, we only have his monetary debts to settle AND probably the karmic relationship he is having with taurean Mich. How will God help her this time? Will the power of her Church save her from the clutches of Evil? Or will the evil 斯凯文 succeed in his attempt to bring her away from God's words?
P.S: Douglas didn't steal you arse-wart. Mind you, part of the loot was my phone as well. For him to steal my stuff is almost unthinkable. Duh. There is such a thing known as mutual trust and all my good friends will never resort such level to ruin a relationship with me. At least this is the untold/unwritten rules of a friendship - which you never had. Of course! YOU made used of everyone that came into your life, what love and friendship can you speak of?
Cheers
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