I am going to K.L.!

I will be going to Kuala Lumpur from Monday till Wednesday. It will be a good opportunity (sidenote: is there such a thing as a bad opportunity in the first place?) to kick back and relax, soak up some sunrays (if the weather holds) and have some fun. Due to recent developments we will be taking a flight out of Changi International Airport and not out of Senai Airport (doing our part to help boost Singapore’s economy and improve growth expectations) as previously thought. We will probably shop and re-visit Sunway Lagoon (oh....the memories...).....taste all the nightlife that the capital has to offer and just go mad-cow crazy. Parental supervision has been advised .....and has been totally ignored.

Good old Nad's is back in the Land and she is a missin' her Muffin. Probably meet up with her when I get back for some serious bitchin' and scrathin'....

And tomorrow is Sunday.......hee hee hee.....*devious smile*......(sms'es someone)......

Oral sex?

It seems I have been inundated with questions about oral sex in Singapore. Being the foremost authority on the subject (not!) I shall now address it....

Before we go probe further let us first define what 'oral sex' is.

Oral

-Spoken rather than written. See Usage Note at verbal.
-Of or relating to the mouth: oral surgery.
-Used in or taken through the mouth: an oral thermometer; an oral vaccine.
-Consisting of or using speech: oral instruction.
-Linguistics. Articulated through the mouth only, with the nasal passages closed.
-Psychology. Of or relating to the first stage of psychosexual development in psychoanalytic theory, from birth to about 18 months, during which the mouth is the chief focus of exploration and pleasure. The oral stage is followed by the anal stage.

Sex

-The property or quality by which organisms are classified as female or male on the basis of their reproductive organs and functions.
-Either of the two divisions, designated female and male, of this classification.
-Females or males considered as a group.
-The condition or character of being female or male; the physiological, functional, and psychological differences that distinguish the female and the male. See Usage Note at gender.
-The sexual urge or instinct as it manifests itself in behavior.
-Sexual intercourse.
-The genitals.

From the above we have indisputable evidence that I now have no better idea of what oral sex entails than I did before (and that I also have to go out and buy a new dictionary).

Anyway the brouhaha is all about how a police coast guard sergeant was prosecuted to 2 years jail for having oral sex with a minor (morning news flash!). Apparently the young lady...I mean girl ...was 15 at the time of the offence and not 16 as stated earlier. What this case has done is to once again bring Singapore under the microscope of the global community for our interesting laws. Letter writers to the country's major newspapers had called for the law's abolition, saying it was a remnant from British colonial rule and had no place in a modern society.

Oral sex is considered an offence under a section of the penal code which states that "whoever voluntarily has carnal intercourse against the order of nature with any man, woman or animals" can be jailed up to 10 years, or even for life, as well as fined.
The ministries said in a statement published in the local media Saturday they are "reviewing the law relating to oral sex as part of its ongoing review of the penal code" and expect to finish the process in a few months.
However, spokeswomen for the two ministries was quick to also add that no adults engaged in consensual oral sex in private have been prosecuted under this law for a long time.

In an interesting sidenote to all of this are the recent statements by government officials of openess towards homosexuality in the civil service and the call for more foreign talents to come to Singapore. But the ban on oral sex severely limits their range of social activities. No amount of world-class theatres or bartop dancing will compensate for this lack.....bwaahaaahaaahaaaa....

The early bird may catch the worms.But it's the second mouse that gets the cheese!

Enough said....

Saturday....and.....

This morning I went down to ICA to collect my new IC (one good way to be reminded that you are 30 already) and my new fangled passport. The new IC is one of those holographic types which the images make me look even more 'blur' than I already do. The images are so faint very unlike the previous incarnations of IC's. I asked the lady at the counter and she says that is how they all look...but I have my doubts....

My passport however looks alrite in comparision (funny thing is that i used the same pic for both applications). The queue was crazy.One would have thought that they were handing out Hello Kitty's or something. I saw that my queue number was still sometime away so I went for breakfast with momma and pappa. Think this is the first time me and my parents have sat down for breakfast this year I think. Lo and behold when I returned to find that my queue number had already been called. So the common held notion that the Civil Service is slow and unproductive may be laid to rest. I waited 10 minutes for it to be called again but....nothing seemed to happen....matter of fact the numbers just seemed to be getting bigger...and bigger. In my distress I approached one of the 'ever-so-helpful' ladies there. She told me I had to take another queue number and wait for my number to be called. Being me...I duly complied. Problem was that it was already past 11 a.m. and the place was packed to the rafters (if there were rafters) and there were close to 200 people between me and my number. Being unusually bold I again approached one of the staff, but this time a more senior-looking guy. He told me ALL I HAD TO DO WAS GO UP TO ONE OF THE EMPTY COUNTERS and inform the counter staff that I had missed my number being called and that i would be duly attended to shortly! He took my queue number slip and made all the arrangements...Within 10 minutes i was off beaming ear to ear with my new passport!

As I am writing this I am at home on a lazy Saturday afternoon. No idea what to do and how to do it. Wishing someone would call little old me and maybe meet up for coffee or tea. I washed my fish tank, checked my e-mail,read the newspapers and surfed the Net. So much for time fillers! Watching TV is always an option....

Kinda weird

Hmm...in case anyone been noticing I have not really posted much this week beside some poems and lyrics.......I dunno about you but i think that is kinda strange...since i should have more to say here considering all that has transpired recently.....maybe it is just a phase.....but here's looking to a brighter tomorrow.....

Fixing a broken heart

There was nothing to say the day she left
I just filled a suitcase full of regrets
I hailed a taxi in the rain
Looking for some place to ease the pain, ooh
Then like an answered prayer
I turned around and found you there

* You really know where to start
Fixing a broken heart
You really know what to do
Your emotional tools can`t cure any fool
Whose dreams have fallen apart
Fixing a broken heart

Ever could understand what you're going through
There must be a plan that led me to you
Cause of the hurt just disappears
In every moment you are near, yeah
Just like an answered prayer
You make the loneliness easy to bear

* repeat

Soon the rain will stop falling baby
Let's I'll forget the past
'cause here we are at last

* repeat

It must have been love

It must have been love
But it's over now
Lay a whisper on my pillow
Leave the winter on the ground
I wake up lonely, is there a silence
In the bedroom and all around
Touch me now I close my eyes and dream away

It must have been love
But it's over now
It must have been good
But I lost it somehow
It must have been love
But it's over now
From the moment we touched
To the time that ran out
Make believing we're together
That I'm sheltered by your heart

But in and outside I turn to water
Like a teardrop in your palm and it's a hard
Winter's day I dream away

It must have been love
But it's over now
It was something I wanted
Now I'm living without
It must have been love
But it's over now
It's where the water flows
It's where the wind blows
(Repeat */ **)

Oh…oh…oh
(Must've been love but it's over now)
(But it's over) now…
(It's must have been love must have been love)

First day of the rest of my life

The inevitable has happened. Funny thing is I do not feel as bad as I thought I would be. It has been 8 great years with Joyce. We shared lots of happy times but I guess in the end we just outgrew each other.

I was kinda feeling blue on Saturday. I just sat in the park and cried. Luckily no one saw me. But I had a party to attend....so there I was...alone for the first time in years trying to enjoy myself at my brothers office warming party. It was a valiant effort but futile in the end. I knew I should have gone home.....

I have no idea what to do now....but whatever it is.....

It feels kinda weird not to call Joyce on the phone or SMS her. Still gotta tie up all the loose ends. Who gets the car? Who gets the rings? My mum will probably be mad at Joyce...but that is how all mum's are. "tsk...tsk...how dare that b**** leave my darling boy??" i think the B-word is my mum's favourite swear word if you look at the number of times she uses it.

Slow tears

I look up
as a tear rolls slowly
down my cheek
I think about better days
and wonder if I'll feel that way again
you look at me
with those eyes I know so well
always serious, so deep and insightful
as though you're always in control
But not today
not now
Now you look so scared
like for once you don't have the answer
I gaze at you
looking deep into those hazel eyes
Hoping to understand
why you've said those things you did
I wonder for a moment
if this is all a dream
if I shall wake in the morning
and be relieved
you look at me
with a confusion I have never seen
slowly pull me towards you
and wipe the tears from my cheek

Drying your tears

Tear drops fall from your blue eyes
and my heart stops a beat at their sight.
I pull you close to me,
try to take the pain from you,
make it my own.
My cheek lays against yours
and your tears burn my face
as I whisper,
"Darling, it will be all right."

My tears blend with your own,
your pain now mine,
and our tears become one
as they fall in rivers on the sheets.

I dry your tears with kisses,
soft upon your face,
shelter you from pain
in the recesses of my love.
Our bed becomes a chalice
and we drink in each others sorrow,
finding salvation in each other's arms;
pain washed away giving rise to passion
'till we forget there ever were tears.

Tears of a rose

Even that which is beautiful
Can sometimes bring pain,
So to love from the heart,
Is to invite the rain.
But to reach for the rose,
You must fear not the thorn,
So to love from the soul,
Is to embrace the storm.

~Helen Steiner Rice