By the banks of the Longkang I sat down and wept.

By the banks of the Longkang I sat down and wept. I was 11, she was 9 and she was all that i had. I had never appreciated her this much, until she left.



By the banks of the Longkang I sat down and wept. The summer heat parched my throat and my dried tears tasted salty. I wanted to drink from the longkang, but the floating carcases and faeces changed my mind. Somewhere, this longkang joins another , joins another and meanders all the way to the mouth of the Singapore river, merging with the straits of malaysia and hopefully that's where all the shit will end up.



By the banks of the Longkang I sat down and slept. I was shacked. May my tears run so far, that one day I might forget that I sit slack at the Longkang, thinking of her.



By the banks of the Longkang I sat down and slacked. I shall forget the roads, the fields, the time we had, and thats because I have a memory problem,but still...



By the banks of the Longkang I grew tired of writing this sappy story. I stopped and threw it into the Longkang, not before seeing it engulfed in flames.



I stood up, walked solemnly down the Longkang and that was when, I saw, what I pined to see moments before, engulfed in suspicious murky looking greenish brown waters. I shouted, though unsure whether it was in exhilaration or disgust. My soccer ball, named Piedra was abandoned by me that day.





Danno Manno Thinno Thano.

4Real?

A couple in Wellington found out 1 day that they were expecting. After an ultrascan was done months later, the guy decided that this was it, the baby's for real and to celebrate this most joyous occasion, he decided to name his kid 4Real. Okay, you think i'm kidding. Officials at the Registry of names thought the guy was too, so they rejected his application. Undeterred, he decided on a second name for his kid, Superman. BUT, this was just a pseudo name, an apt one in fact, as he is insistent on his kid to be named 4Real, and he said that his kid will be called 4Real at home. Perhaps the guy thought his wife was joking when she said she was pregnant...

FEW YEARS LATER..

The fad with strange names seems to be catching on these days. A hardcore Britney Spears fan named her 2nd kid OopsIdiditagain. In Singapore too, A guy named Daniel was interviewed about his newborn, whom he named Iron Metallica Maiden S/O Bash Bash Mosh.
Reporter: So Mr Daniel, why did you name your kid with such a ...(pause) long name?
Daniel: (Whose head was nodding back and forth in a most violent manner) No choice dah, I had a tough choice between Iron maiden and metallica, so I came up with a portmanteau. Moshhhh!!
In fact, I've already decided my next kid's name. It will be AKORN. Just to mock the Rnb bitches!
Daniels goes mad and starts spinning with his arms outstretched. End of interview.

Hello Kitty VS Thai Police

In a press release yesterday, Thai police informed of an unprecendented punishment for errant cops. Thai policemen were caught on film, seen with their trembling knees and sweating asses as the news swept across the region. Never before, has Thailand seen such political instability , at least not since the Thaksin scandal and the recent military bombings.
The prices of Hello Kitty stickers in Thailand rocketed to sky-high prices, after Thai police purchased practically all of the stock in Thailand. This was their punishment for errant officers. Yes. Officers that engaged in "inappropriate behavior" will now be punished by having hello kitty stickers pasted on their uniform. This frightening experience will surely serve as a strong deterent for the feminish albeit honest policemen in Thailand. According to Col Pongpat, he believes that the Japanese cartoon cat will be a form of a serious disciplinary action and he encouraged police officers to buck up , or face hello kitty. Violations of proper conduct include talking too loudly to civilians, failure to turn of engines when they park their car.
Thousands of students protested against this today as they were fuming over the price increase of the Hello Kitty armbands and other products as the Hello kitty fad seems to have resurfaced. Meanwhile, in local news, rumours has it that the hello kitty punishment maybe carried out locally as well and that has led to several policeman quitting their jobs in protest.

The Lecture

Garry Johal wrote :
Derrick walked with a confident gait towards the rostrum. He set his notes down upon it and cleared his throat by hacking out a healthy wad of phlegm into the first row. He lowered his glasses to the bridge of his nose and glanced at the auditorium. Halfway through his verbiose speech he looked up and something caught his eye. He stared at the last row of people and let out a thunderous growl. He jumped from the stage and body surfed his way to the last row. Once there, he grabbed the collar of a dazed looking student and dragged him, gagging, to the stage. The poor boy had by this time soiled his pants with the contents of his colon and bladder. " I will not tolerate such a la-di-da attitude during my lecture! Ho bo ?!" With that he pulled a samurai sword from his blazer and struck the top of the boy's head. The steel went through him like a hot knife through butter, and the body fell apart, like an orange that is through the middle. Warm guts spilled over the stage. "Now as I was saying...."

Slack ah

Garry Johal wrote:
I approached the gaudy coffeehouse with trepidation. It was crowded with haughty patrons, sipping their overpriced , flavourless, mass-produced bile that was passed off as gourmet coffee. I spotted an empty table and pulled up a nice chair. While munching on my brownies, I saw , to my terror , that fiend , strolling towards me all hoity toity. The food turned to ash in my mouth, a black ooze settled on my brain and muddled my thoughts. My anus cramped up with anger. It was him, that hideous rat, Derrick, walking with a pompous swagger towards me. He was clad in a leather cape , cowboy hat and pink shirt, wearing puffy red pantaloons and swinging his gold topped cane most gaily. He saw me and gave me a smirk, which i put inside my bag. It was then he announced, "Creatures, thou soulless, brainless tramps, hark my arrival with an ovation. Your meagre existence has been enriched with my presence." He then sat beside me and proceeded to tell me jokes that overflowed the good earth with corn.

Shackness

Derrick wrote:
Sleepiness is easing its way through the myriad of elusive thoughts into my nice scrotum. The sullen murmurs of vague people talking seem to flourish through, with the occasional tonal crescendos and decresecndos, seeming to form a certain sonata piece in my surreal mind. The swirls of revulsion seems to swing me into the abyss of weariness. I stumbled. I fell. It was there and then i squalled, " WAH DAMN SHACK AH BUAY TAHAN!"

Sleepless nights(part 2)

Derrick wrote:
Dawn slowly crept past the shadows of dusk, the initial rays of sunlight peeked through the omnipresent clouds.I was devoid of energy, having had an overdoes of caffeine the previous night, mind in adverse and dire straits due to immense pressure of work coupled with a certain someone(YOU!!) lecturing me with his King's English and immaculate knowledge. My mind, body and soul wanted to skip the most dreaded and painful moment of having to report for tis immense and vile job. However, i trudged along with only the fear of vengeance that will be unleashed upon me by Tze Bags should i fail to attend this hated occupation hanging on my mind.Midway , i spotted a primitive figure which seemed vaguely familiar.Upon closer inspection, I spotted Lord Johal , with abundance of joy spread across his pink flushed face.He was clearly in 7th heaven, enthralled just to be working.In stark contrast, my face was flushed too, with weariness more than anything else. Seeing his euphoria, I scowled with menace.