Sound of the police

I'm joining the police force for my national service! I'm glad but not over-excited. The police? Hmm... "Bad boys, bad boy. Wacha gonna do? Wacha gonna do when they come for you?"

Whatever it is, I heard that I'm allowed to bring musical instruments along. Great news. I'll be sheriff James Blunt.

Back from Tioman Island

A great family holiday. Nice weather. Nice beach. Nice food. Nice caucasian babes on the beach. Some. And a little sea-sick.

Salty seas! I think I have allergies for extreme saltiness. It was when we all went snorkeling. Dead corals? Blame global warming.

And now I'm back in Singapore. Argh. Back to dealing with the same old daily morons and idiots. I'm back into becoming a victim of irresponsibility.

Damn. If life is like WWF. Or WWE or ECW or something. How I wish I could chokeslam friends who owe me money through the table. Steelchair-shot annoying people. Pedigree ladies who didn't treat me right. Spinebuster usual latecoming friends.

Hey, I'm still staying patient here... [Your name here], I'm gonna lay the smackdown on ya brother!!