have you ever died in your dreams? i haven't, and i wonder why.

i can be drowning in the deepest sea, watchin the bullet from a magnum .45 flying straight towards my head, or leaping off the tallest building in the world with my eyes wide open. . . but somehow before my lungs get filled with water, before my brains get splattered into millions, before some underpaid cleaner starts cursing her luck at having to clean the pavement of my broken corpse, i wake up. why?

maybe our eventual death someday is perhaps us merely succumbing to what we have cheated every day of our lives, be it in the conscious or otherwise. we cheat death in subconscious by allowing ourselves to be taken over by the conscious - we wake up.

maybe dreams of us dying are a subconscious reflection of our struggle to survive in the conscious, which we eventually do, or else you won't be reading this blog post. does the reverse then hold true? does surccumbing to death in the subconscious equate to us dying in the conscious? maybe it does.

or maybe i'm just plain wrong and acting scary. but i cannot get this idea out of my head.

President S. R. Nathan made Patron of SIM

Ok i know this is hardly breaking news, unless you had before today secretly harboured hope of becoming the patron of a university whose acronyms form the type of card you put into your handphone. (for further clarification, i mean SIM card, not MEMORY card). well, if that's the case, sorry man, but hey, look on the bright side: there're 2 more universities left up for grabs. and if S. R. Nathan gets them too, you can always challenge him in the next Presidential Elections held in God-know-when. just please remember to submit your minority-status declaration or whatever lanjiao form. if don't want to submit, then act like you did and pray got no CCTV around.

but seriously, can anyone reading this blog please enlighten me as to what a Patron does? i go to the downstairs kopt tiam to eat dinner every weekend, so do i qualify as a Patron of Lucky 888 Kopi Tiam? then like that Goh Chok Tong wife, as patron of T. T. Durai, oops, i meant NKF, every time go donate kidney, or peanuts, one lah? (sorry i couldn't resist making those jibes)

will be waiting for your responses, or a lawsuit, whichever comes first. . .

you know, sometimes in life, you come across some things that are not meant to be funny, but you cannot help but laugh at? the report below is one of them, why is it funny? 3 words: "i don't know" (kudos to singabloodypore.blogspot.com for this remarkable read)
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A bunch of police officers tried to intimidate activists who were handing out leaflets to alert the public to the Empower Singaporeans Rally and March on 16 September 2006.

Three officers approached Ms Chee Siok Chin and Mr Charles Tan at Raffles City Shopping Mall and warned the two that they were committing an offence.

When asked what offence was being committed, the police could only say that it was a "seizable offence." Pressed to be more specific, one officer said that his superior would inform them.

The officers also said that they would have to seize the flyers and quickly grabbed the bag of leaflets sitting on the ground.

When Dr Chee Soon Juan appeared another bunch of police officers told him that he had to stop distributing the flyers.

"Under what section of the law is it an offence?" Dr Chee queried.

"It is a seizable offence," came the exasperating reply.

"You haven't answered my question. What Act says that it is an offence to distribute leaflets? If you cannot tell me which specific law I am breaking, how can you tell me to stop doing what I am doing?" Dr Chee continued.

Quickly changing the subject, the officer said, "I have to take the flyers." He reached out to grab the leaflets which Dr Chee was holding.

"If you want to seize the flyers then take me as well. We go together," Dr Chee suggested.

The police officer retracted his hand.

At this point there were at least six police cameras lurking in the various corners recording the encounter.

"I can come with you right now if you want me to. Where is your car?" Dr Chee offered again. "If you say I am committing an offence, then let's go to the police station. Otherwise please move aside as you are blocking my way."

The bunch withdrew into the crowd and hung around the shops, looking from afar.

The activists continued distributing whatever pamphlets they had left. When they ran out, they approached the police officers to ask them to give back the flyers they had stolen.

But as soon as the activists got close to the officers who were all in civilian wear, they dispersed in different directions like suspects fleeing the scene of the crime.

One, Senior Staff Sergeant Lee Hong Chee, who pretended to be a shopper looking at a window display whilst sipping on an ice-blended coffee, was not quick enough. When asked where his colleagues were he said, "I don't know."

"Do you know it was wrong to take our pamphlets when you haven't told us what offence we had committed?" Dr Chee asked.

Sgt Lee searched for an answer but could only play back the pre-recorded message, "I don't know."

"Where are the flyers?" Dr Chee asked again.

"They are with my colleagues."

"Where are your colleagues?"

"I don't know..."

"You're not a very competent officer, are you?" Dr Chee continued.

"I don't know...Thank you," the sergeant stammered, and quickly walked away.

Seeing two more officers sitting in the distance, the activists sought their assistance. As before the two quickly scuttled away. But Dr Chee called them back and after asking them to produce their warrant cards, one was Senior Staff Sgt Zaihir Shan s/o Syed and the other was Sgt Andrew Ong, he asked them for the confiscated pamphlets.

Almost simultaneously the two officers' cellphones rang and they both pretended to be engaged in deep conversation while quickly walking away.

These officers were not behaving the way our men-in-blue should – with dignity and professionalism. Instead, when asked they could not cite the law they were supposed to enforce and they behaved like a group of suspects who quickly dispersed when confronted.

First World Government? Yeah, right.

"when a person dies, it is a tragedy; when a thousand perish, it is a statistic."

lest we forget.


if everyone out there is given a chance at life, does anyone ever deserve to die? do the people trapped in that building 5 years ago deserve to die? societies have limited memories of limited names - we remember significant names, but rarely the significance of names, relegated to the relams of mere statistics when processed in bulk.

the people trapped in the building were placed on a pedestal and martyred in the name of a state's vengence, which necessitated in all irony, killing many more people. an eye for an eye, and sooner or later, the whole damn world's gonna turn blind. does that make sense?

the biggest and baddest motherfuckers on this earth may "deserve" to die, but no one, however insignificant a life he led, deserves to have his name forgotten upon death.

Brandon's 10 quotes that were plagiarised from a website and selected based on randomness, courtesy of crystal's recommendation, the bracketed words are mine. . .

1. A friend is someone who will bail you out of jail, but your best friend is the one sitting next to you saying "that was fucking awesome" (think harold and kumar)

2. Someday your prince charming will come. Mine just took a wrong turn, got lost, and is too stubborn to ask for directions. (always find a partner without a driving licence)

3. I was standing in the park wondering why frisbees got bigger as they get closer. Then it hit me. (i really found this funny, and no all you science students, this has nothing to do with physics)

4. Just remember... if the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off. (i bet newton didn't realise the importance of his discovery of gravity)

5. God gave us a penis and a brain but not enough blood to use both at the same time. (now, shouldn't we be thankful for that?)

6. When someone annoys you, it takes 42 muscles to frown, but it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and bitch-slap the mother-fucker upside the head. (its in accordance to the axiom of: minimal effort, maximal effect)

7. There are two words guys hate: Don't and Stop...Unless those words are spoken together.
(well i guess two wrongs do make a right after all)

8. People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day. (i don't know whether that's supposed to be comforting)

9. Kids in the backseat cause accidents; Accidents in the backseat cause kids (and neither would have happened if everyone was wearing safety belts)

and my personal favourite...
10. Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. (need i explain?)