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A rant against Singapore’s Jack Neo. The only time I watch TV is during dinner where I have to go to the kitchen away from my computer.

• His programs are losing originality.


• All laughter in his comedy shows are recorded and played after every freakin’ sentence.


• His jokes are getting lame.


• He and his gang are setting a bad example for young teens to follow.

What ever happened to “Liang Po Po”(Grandma Liang) ? Where did Moses and his “hey-orh, hey-orh” go? They used to be a lot more entertaining years ago if anyone remembers.

Now I may understand a little of why they say TV rots the mind. From my observations, half of Singapore’s teens are mimicking what they see on TV. They base their assumptions on what they see on TV. TV is becoming their bible to life!

I may sound nonsensical but one thing’s for sure, I’m fucking glad none of my friends behave that way. [X)]

Bah… Left my money in my drawer and I forgot to take some this morning. Guess I’ll have to skip lunch.

Just added a Blogger’s Day link. Urgh… I’m a day late. [X(]

I’ve decided to make a news/content site instead of a tech blog site on wyred.nu irregardless of whether I have regular readers or not. A fine example of what I hope to create would be Slashdot.

Sure, there are many CMS (Content Management System) scripts readily available for use on the net but where’s the pleasure in making one’s own and being able to customise it to my liking?

The types of articles I’ve planned for are anime/manga, hardware, software, gaming, web development, networking, security. Might add or drop a few but in general, topics would be related to Japanese culture, gaming, computers and the web.

So in the meantime, I would love to have some volunteers to write articles. [:)]

Oh yes, I would love freedom of speech. The disclaimer would have a line that says our writers will not be held liable for articles posted, blah blah…

The handwashing liquid at the office got replaced cos it was finished. In place is a different brand and had a smell which immediately reminds me of the medicine I use to take when I was young. I used to be thin and I fall sick easily. When I do, mum brings me to this old clinic along Upper Serangoon Road. I clearly remember it was next to the Crocodile Farm there.

I clearly remember the random patterns of the tiles of the wall at the receptionist. I used to stare at them, somehow amazed, and trying to spot anything unique in the design. I still have a vague image of the doctor’s room, large, spacious, sunny. I think the doctor was someone in his 30s.

The reception where we make appointments and collect medicine is high and I’m always struggling to look at the world behind that glass through a 1.5 foot tall hole.

After the visit, my mother would bring me to the bakery next door. You could smell the aroma of fresh bread from a distance. I would always have a beanpaste bread and a kaya bread. The shop is small, I still remember the desk and an old cash register. Sometimes the baker would swat flies in the big glass cupboard where most of the bread would be placed. I don’t think the aroma of freshly baked bread from that bakery can be found anywhere else. It just has to be that place.

Hmmm… Now I feel like going back there to check if the building is still standing untouched.