this post would probably ruffle a few feathers but i don't care. this post is about Melvyn Tan. i saw his pic today in The New Paper, wah i tell u he got this really "qian da" kinda smug faggot face, ya the kind i feel damn orgasmic after breaking his nose because i know deep inside my heart that i've done the world a favour. but since i'm an educared university undergrad who believes e penis, i mean, pen, is mightier than the sword, i shall blog about it.


to start off, i would like to pose this question: "are you proud that he's a Singaporean?" world-class renowned pianist. BIG MUTHA FARKING DEAL. let me kindly remind u that it was HIS OBLIGATION to serve his national service as a citizen of singapore whether or not he had one testicle or could give a good finger fuck to govt officials with those longer, slender fingers of his. his ability to pleasure a piano is thus SECONDARY to his role as a citizen


i am going to be very partisan on this. the issue here is not about a faggot with "golden balls" (as one of my men used to call "white horses" in the army) escaping national service. there is a larger issue here - one of our national defence which is not solely the responsibility of a couple of $1.20 beer guzzling SAF regulars. we hold the pink IC, we hold the red passport. we fight for our country. missing testicle or not. i will be absolutely blunt - i am extremely saddened to see the govt of the republic of singapore attaching a price of S$5000 to its national defence.


national defence is the responsibility of everyone, be it a straight 'A' scholar with telescopes for spectacles or your friendly neighbourhood pimp, chicken rice seller (uncle i say u in my blog u give me discount next time hor?) and ah long san. notice i said "everyone" and not "exclude those who can play piano". what the fuck i can play recorder damn zai, so does that mean i can skip NS because i'm a big fuck recorder player? ok lah i admit i dont have long slender fingers so cannot finger fuck well lah, but i play recorder leh, so i can blow well, like that got count not? KNN


to me, shim Melvyn is just plain selfish, to quote the words of my mom when i come home drunk "u think what, this [house] your hotel ah?" does the same not apply to (s)him? he decides one fine day he misses chicken rice and being escorted by SPG's in Orchard Towers and so decides happily to make a glorious return to his "homeland" ala Odysseus to his native Ithaca. PUI! too bad i can't do that in his face. u freeloader. you take advantage of your citizenship in s'pore and one day u come back like big hero, u think what? govt suppose to kowtow at your feet? even if they do, i will not. u break my leg also i wont. PUI! I SPIT AT YOUR FACE AGAIN BECAUSE I SHOIK. you selfish bastard. i hope you break your fucking fingers in the futile and herculean attempt to get your toothpick to erect.


it may sound old-fashioned, but i will state this loud and clear: i was born in this country, i was brought up in this country, i would probably start a family and have kids in this family, i would probably withdraw my CPF money to treat my liver failure in this country, and i sure as fucking hell would die in this country.


for your own sake sister, i hope i don't ever see you in person. you disgust me. i hope you burn in hell man, eh don't worry lah i'll be there with you along with the neighbourhood pimp (always try and make me see his vietnam girls), chicken rice seller (always put a buay tahan amount of MSG and bluff me say he use kampung chicken) and ah long san (always damn inconsiderate dont want to use washable paint on my door) too bad for u lah, got no piano.


sorry ah my past few posts have been damn dulan, i will try and turn over a new leaf soon k? but u all cannot dulan me and don't read my blog anymore k?