The Eclectic

Dear Sen. McCain,

I an a firm unbeliever of the Republicans because of the “track record” that the party has. However, one thing that striked me as narrow was your choice for your vice-president, Gov. Sarah Palin.

Firstly, it is unwise that you choose a young woman as a candidate JUST BECAUSE you want to tap on the alleged loss of female voters on the Democratic side. It just shows desperation. Obama’s firm choice of a better suited candidate rather than a candidate that functions as a vote grabber is much more sound. His choice was based on experience and skills rather than possible popularity boost. It is a choice for the people and not a choice to get the people. If a woman happens to fit the bill I am a hundred percent sure Obama would have picked her. I’m not saying women are not capable. The person just happens to be a male. Now, here’s a cause for women politicians to showcase their abilities in foreign relations!

Secondly, just because she governs Alaska which is near Russia and has experience going to Kuwait doesn’t mean she is THE ONE. Hamas politicians are neighbours to Isreal, and have been in the country for various reasons yet the situation is still tense. Georgia and Russia are neighbours but I don’t see a peaceful settlement of issues. In addition, Russia is not the only foreign source of relations. China, Iraq, India, Pakistan, just to name a few – these are all countries that require more than just a Russian neighbour to relate to proper. What? Are you going to look for someone who’s travelled, with at least some political reason, to these countries.

Here you are commenting on Obama’s experience and yet you have a young, just-rising, politician to be THE VICE PRESIDENT.

Well, I would agree on her being firm in her service – a reformer. So is Obama.

I wish Obama all the best. If I was ever a citizen of The United States of America, I would vote for someone not because I want “the first african-american president” or “the first woman Vice-President” – I would vote because I want CHANGE, I want THINGS DONE and not MAKE A GUINESS WORLD RECORD. If I wanted to make a world record, I would have chosen a Navajo Indian as the president.

Let Obama win, McCain, for the sake of the safety of the country, for the sake of change and for the sake of the proud and free people of The United States of America.

Hyde

with a party mentality
if i am invited, I’ll gladly grace the occasion
if i am not, what for be kay poh
Which is why, if you feel that i’m wanted
give me the details
dun say the event and leave a long blank space

with individualism
I have my own interests
My own honour
Honour
I hate to go around asking what’s happening
like a groupie
“friends” does not equals to “groupie”
don’t treat me like one
Zaki and Mat Rock don’t
I voluntarily give them my respects

with Pride
I tolerate jokes
but take me lightly, and wrath be upon you
I may be forgiving
But don’t think I will always forget

with heart
I listen while you talked
You talked while I listen
Then you leave me
once everything is fine and dandy
No problems to talk no need to talk to me
Might as well Don’t Talk In The First Place

with mind
My intellectual self has got enough of this world
I take on John Lennon’s role
I don’t celebrate my birthdays
Rather, I treat it as a day to remember I am one year closer to death
when you have that mentality
this world means nothing
my life is a bank of good deeds unknown to myself – i can never check my account
therefore i shall continue to deposit until my death
and let The Judge decide on my cool factor

with eyes
I see
with ears
I hear
I know what is going on
and i hate that people who claim my respect and acquaintance
only do so when they need me
So i leave them alone to their own worlds
So i continue and move on
I have a life
I don’t want to spend half of it trying to be part of a gang of people who don’t appreciate me
I’d rather be with The Diggers

with class
I am not easily entertained
wasting time is not my past time

Its Peepshow!!!!

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Georgia is not part of Russia. South Ossetia wants to separate from Georgia because their ethnic brethren are in Russia -North Ossetia, to be exact. The current Georgian president, Mikhail Saakashvili, was elected in 2004 because he promised to reunite Georgia, so obviously, he can’t go back on his words. South Ossetia separatists got Russia’s help because Russia wants to protect its citizens (?) who happen to be there – 70, 000 South Ossetians accepted Moscow’s offer of citizenship [Moscow is Russia's]. Georgia allegeds that they are attacking the separatists despite initially not wanting to retaliate because they ’saw’ some troops coming over from North Ossetia, part of Russia, to South Ossetia through a tunnel.

It’s Complicated. It’s really terribly confusing – not really clear what’s going on just listening to BBC.

People are dying and are forced from their homes which now lie in terrible ruins. But the reasons and the conditions in which these deaths happen are unclear – we can only hope for a just and immediate resolution.

The Whichever-Daily Wail welcomes enlightenment and debate on the issue.

[Comments feature a Andrey's viewpoint of the situation. Andrey comments from Russia]

There are still many unanswered questions. What about The United States of America’s involvement in this? Was there unjust treatment of the majority Ossetians in South Ossetia that triggered their desire to be reunited with their brethren. Is Moscow’s involvement intimidating Georgia further and would that lead to more Georgian-led attacks? Would the killing of Russia’s peacekeeping troops during an attack on August 7th count as a war-crime?

About a month left before I can legally destroy my body i.e. smoke and drink. I can, but the “i will” is highly impossible.

About a month left before I owe my friends and family a 2 year stay in Hotel Tekong and its affiliates; I owe it to them for protecting me for the past 17 years and it’ll be my turn to take care of them by defending them.

A few more months and I will no longer be “in school” anymore.

Makes me wonder, what is there to do to make it worthwhile? What is there to do so that when I grow up I won’t regret my youth. If Life was a Facebook Profile, how will my life look like from above (?). What if i stopped living at 18yearsand1second? Here’s a list of what I want to do before I book into The Tekong Hilton:

1. [I decided not to do what was here because I forgot we get gigs there too]
2. Grow “grass” in a private garden and use bioengineering to ensure maximum quality and NO DAMAGE TO BRAIN AND BODY.
3. Backpack to Nepal
4. Record my good songs proper
5. Visit the undergrounds of London, Liverpool, Stockholm and other indie playgrounds.
6. Get to see Abbey Road Studios
7. Get myself a record-player and play The Who and ftws!!
8. Get a place to live in on my own, away from home

OH and listen to Greatful Dead’s American Beauty – the record not the ooopid moovie – a friend wished she didn’t hear just so that she can hear it for the first time

Pot Sucks Big Time, i dun see the point of stupifying yourself! I’d achieve the same effect taking my anti-vertigo pills..

YEAH laugh all you want. Van Gogh chopped off his ears – use that as a measure of suffering I have now.

I tore my pants playing soccer at the court outside YJC. Thanks Desmond for the shorts, saved an embarrassing journey home.

The few of us stressed young men, after a traumatic Mathematics Paper, decided to engage in a gentleman’s game of socializing – with our feet. The Mats were friendly to us, my apparent experience communicating on their level also rolled open the carpets of friendship. Their first gesture of friendliness was a question directed at Sanjay:

“Eh, you from JC right. Why do clouds move in the sky? Is it because the winds are blowing or the Earth is moving?”asked the curious in an effort to converse intellectually.

“The wind blow”

“Oh, I always wanted to know that”

We ourselves had difficulty ensuring that we did not seem atas. A few jokes and at the end of the day, when I tore open my pants diving to save a ball, they laughed and showed their concern, asking where I lived and grimacing when I told them I had to ride a bus home.

To find out why I’m so worried about the local scene, check out The Sultan Of Andalusia:

http://thesultanofandalusia.wordpress.com

The Whichever-Daily Wail hails The Sultan Of Andalusia

http://thesultanofandalusia.wordpress.com

There at the Blogroll is a link, T.S.O.A, for easy access.

Technicolor Musical Journey is a post-A-level project. Singaporean music magazine is what it aims to become, hopefully, and no that it NOT the start-up mag I was talking about earlier, this is a personal pursuit [notice the traumatic GP Papers experience leaves a mark on me]. Interested individuals please proceed to the webbie to learn a biiiiiiiiiiiiit more. Otherwise, here is the list of ‘officers’ [heh, Facebook group footprint] it needs:

Local and Foreign Journalists, Yeash, all you idiots going overseas to study can source for the local bands there.

Photographers/Photojournalists

Creative Directors

Editors

Writers – Fashion, Arts, Theater, Dance, Music

IT and Creative Designers

Publicity and Marketing Directors

Logistic Warriors

A Rich-Ass Producer

A Few Rich-Ass sponsors

A Big-Ass Printer

And a few local music vigilante a.k.a willing bands to help start it all off by being the subject matter.

Sounds like one of those visions that are feasible but end up facing alot of problems. People willing to take the challenge?

What does it mean to say it? Teens, a five-letter constituent of the society seem to think it is “cool” to say it. The blatant use of the curse seems to express their disregard for social rules and ettiquette, something only adults, a six-letter word, follow. The word is injected wherever possible in commands from officers in the Army along with a host of other curses – seemingly to scare the four-letter-word out of the recruits. Coolness, I am not sure whether being part of that social bandwagon now even defines that term normally used to decribe unique individualistic traits.

The term is derogatory to women. It’s Latin root carries the meaning: to hit/cudgel. It’s equivalents: “screw” and “bang”. The curse symbolizes an activity that hurts women – imagination says it all. Contrast it with curses related to men. Anything describing men seem to suggest that men have nothing to do with the act in question. “Balls” is a physical description. And the four-letter-word’s root words in other languages all seem to mean that a “stick” is the weapon in question that inflicted wounds in the process.

Women. Boy, do men talk of them like trash still. Males’, especially the young considering biological processes, respect towards them seem to express itself in mere admiration of the beautiful of its kind. Boys forget the most important women: mothers. When the word is used, the holiest of women are not taken out of context. Women in general is the context. We men curse the humans that bring us into this world.

Worse, women use the word too!

This here is not a lesson about what you can and cannot say. I only urge that the young boisterous boys of today realize what comes out of their mouth so freely.

The usage of the word may only be guilt-free if the users do not give their mothers a high stature which probably explains why teenagers, the ungrateful bunch, use it so much.

Singapore, Singapore – As you may have guessed from the location, this definitely has nothing to do with the hockey games in China. BUT, it has something to do with it.

During the half time of the match between the Kiwis and the conquistadors, i.e. New Zealand versus Spain, there was a terrible, hideous looking being that travelled the width of the field. It started of from the right side and crawled its way to the opposite side – and it reared its wings! Oh the horror! i smacked the screen with a roll of newspaper and my TV rocked backwards a bit. But it was still there! My shivering fingers dared itself to touch the hideousity and a wave of calm came over me. Then I went something like this:

“OOOOOH MYYYY GOOOOOORRRRD!” yes in a half bimbotic tone I didn’t know I was capable of.

Snap went the camera as I almost disembowelled myself with laughter. Either the cameraman didn’t see it, the broadcasters didn’t see it or that the moment was too rare and they decided to leave it on and prolly laughed or stared with amazement at the underneath of a bug-slash-roach. I was laughing also because I imagined the producer going closer to the screen and TUH-tun-tun-TUH-tun-TUh-tun-TUHTUHTUHTUH-TUN! <national geographic tune>.

It’s very difficult to write this seriously, seriously. Winged multi-legged creatures counter the effect of years of testosterone when visually exposed to me. And heights of more than 70 centimetres without proper, sturdy floor/hand-rail.

Go away blog tone, come back writer’s voice, echo through my ink! Hopefully I will write legibly tomorrow and by legibly I mean bigger handwriting. The mark of versatility and resourcefulness is a magne cum laude okay! It takes a willful Primary 4 teacher who is impatient and prefers students to write as fast as undergraduates to squeeze out the tidiness that Mrs Tay loved and used as an example against ex-classmates only to find out a year later when she taught me again that my handwriting was “horrrrrigible” ot horribly ilegible. I BLAME IT ALL ON HIM! Don’t take it out on me. It’s difficult to change your handwriting [as a selective advantage over slow copiers] and change it back.

Chemistry Paper 3 was so alien. If I were given a day I would’ve done every question but there was only two hours. I’m not out to disappoint anyone.

Now half asleep at 1.32 pm, still got loads to revise for Bio and I’m supposed to go fetch my bro from school. I so need a scooter!