To Kill A Mockingbird

Yes, i've finally read it! the classic To Kill A Mocking Bird.

"One more thing, gentlemen, before I quit. Thomas Jefferson once said that all men sare created equal, a phrase that the Yankees and the distaff side of the Executive branch in Washington are fond or huling at us. There is a tendency in this year of grace 1935 for certain people to use this phrase out of context, to saisfy all conditions. The most ridiculous example I can think of is that the people who run public education promote the stupid and idle along with the industrious - because all men are created equal, educators will gravely tell you, the childern left behind suffer terrible feelings of inferiority. We know all men are not created equal in the sense some people would have us believe - some people are smarter than others, some people have more opportunity because they're born with it, some men make more money than others, some ladies make better cakes than others - some people are born gifted beyong the normal scope of most men.

But there is one way in this country in which all men are created equal - there is one human institution that makes a pauper the equal of a Rockefeller, the stupid man the equal of an Einstein and the ignorant man the equal of any college president. That institution, gentlemen, is a court. It can be the Supreme Court of the United States or the humbles J.P. court in the land, or this honourable court which you serve. Our courts have their faults, as does any human institution, but in this country our courts are the greal levellers, and in our courts all men are created equal."

He looked up. "It ain't right. He didn't kill anybody eveil if he was guilty. He didn't take anybody's life."

"You know rape's a capital offence in Alabama," said Atticus.

"Yessir, but the jury didn't have to give him death - if they wanted to they could've given him twenty years."

"Given," said Atticus. "Tom Robinson's a coloured man, Jem. No jury in this part of the world's going to say, 'We think you're guilty, but not very,' on a charge like that. It was either straight acquittal or nothing."

Jem was shaking his head. "I know it's not right, but I can't figure out what's wrong - maybe rape shouldn't be a capital offence..."

Atticus dropped his newspaper beside his chair. He siad he didn't have any quarrel with the rape statute, none whatever, but he did have deep misgivings when the state asked and the jury gave a death penalty on purely circumstantial evidence. He glanced at me, saw I was listening, and made it easier. "- I mean, before a man is sentenced to death for muder, say, there should be one or two eye-witnesses. Someone should be able to say, 'Yes, I was there and saw him pull the trigger.' "

"But lots of folks have been hung - hanged - on circumstantial evidence," said Jem.

"I know, and lots of 'em probably deserved it, too - but in the absence of eye-witnesses there's always a doubt, sometimes only the shadow of a doubt. The law says 'reasonable doubt', but I think a defendan't entitled to the shadow of a doubt. There's always the possibility, no matter how improbable, that he's innocent."

Muslim Lunches at the pub

Now that we have relocated to Satan's arsehole in Dhoby Ghaut, the nearest Muslim food around is opposite from our school, next to Fish & Co, which is next to Park Mall.

they sell the Muslim food at the vendor, really small place with really minimalistic selection, and then you go inside to the pub, sit at one of those high tables and eat your nasi.

it's not as weird as it sounds.

really.

they hang cute things in the pub.

pub art. always a treat.

That's disgusting, Darren

Darren, wushu boy from my class, came back in January with a hair cut and a sun burn.

gross.

disgusting.

disturbing.

Outings with Sanjay

Met up with Jay finally after so long. on our 2nd outing, went to NYDC at one point during the night. and Jay's so relaxing to be with. he doesn't talk much. just a silent, stoic guy whose biggest action is to pull out a cigarette.

you'd think i'd be bored, but it's just so relaxing to be around Jay. don't have to force conversation, and can just chill and relax and share a mud pie. heh.

anyway, at NYDC at The Hereen, i happened to look up and...

there.

in all its glory.

yummy, yummy buttocks.

naturally, it was all i looked at the rest of the night.

i do appreciate a nice ass.

so this is my Jay Jay. in his XXL shirt. sigh i can't understand how such a skinny boy can look small in an XXL shirt. of course there's that whole it's-so-huge-i'm-swimming-in-it theory, but i tried to do the wear-big-look-small thing and all that happened was i looked bigger. maybe it only works on skinny guys. anyway. my gentlemanly Jay. this is him sitting down at Long John Silver's opposite my old Riverwalk campus. the place that has been in construction has opened up with a Starbucks and stuff. sigh why now?

see Jay is sweeter and more gentlemanly than his brother. he went to get my plastic knife for me... and when we wound up at MOS later in the evening, he even helped me take the Maxim magazine with my 2007 calendar!

and at MOS... my effing God. all those Lamborghinis lined up back to back spilling out of the carpark!!!!!!!!

i wanted to take a photo but didn't wanna look so Singaporean. but i decided to suck it up and take the photo when i came out of MOS later, to be a good blogger. but... they were gone. left only 4-6 cars inside the carpark, which was not as impressive as the whole fleet parked back to back from the carpark to the road, it had to be blocked off.

sorry friends.

GRAPHIC POST

WARNING:

GRAPHIC POST OF NAIL-LESS TOE. NOT FOR THOSE WHO ARE RIGHT NOW EATING, AND WHO HURL EASILY.

So, Fahmy and i have been dating for 2 months that 30th November. beautiful day. we dressed nice, we went to Plaza Singapura and had a bite. we even braved those chinese machines and took lovely photos ourselves.

then we got in the train.

we were thumbg wrestling.

and that's when all hell broke loose after i took a lunge forward and accidentally kicked my foot under his shoe.

i looked down and...

Seriously, if you think you can't see this, you shouldn't.

after screaming at him and his parents, we wound up at NUH.

oh God it looks bad doesn't it? i'm feeling it all over again.

the wonderful staff slowly pushed my nail back down although it wouldn't stay down, so they had to tape it down. after 3 hours of waiting of course. and i was next to this Indian foreign guy who was bleeding down his face. police case. apparently he got whacked by 3 guys.

so afterr 3-4 days of agony, i went to my dad's clinic, to reexperience the lovely hell i went through.

my dad removed the bandage, which was kinda stuck onto the nail, which was sticking out more than usual, all sharp and... black.

he then injected around my toe 4 times, which is so painful cause he was injecting into such a delicate area, and not like into fats. and he'd put in the needle and move it around a bit to get the anasthesia everywhere. 4 TIMES!

then he dug in with a scissors, cut my nail halfway through, dug in the rest of the way, and twisted and turned until it came off.

it FUCKING hurt.

cause my nail was already stuck onto my toe, he just basically wrenched it out again.

yeah, ouch.

more graphic photos? oh sure.

i'll bet you're gonna cut your toenails and be careful from now eh?

Coffee Club

So this is coffee club at East Coast Road. great place. nice food. excellent service. poor Fahmy. the boys there were so cute.

do you know that chocolate is an aphrodisiac? Fahmy didn't. he also didn't know just how strongly it works on me. :D

well, apparently it makes us both high.

Il est été de 2 ans, mais je rêve toujours de vous

Toujours à mon coeur, toujours dans mes prières, mon amour.

Cousin's Gathering

By-product of cousin's gathering. we're at my che chi's place. che chi means big sister, so my eldest aunty's daughter. my che chi is the one in white on the top left of 2nd photo, and her husband Desmond is also in white, extreme right of 1st photo. :D

also, if any of you saw Sunday's The New Paper dated 14th Jan 2007, look for the article Got Money No Honey, on Singapore's eligible bachelors (most unlike our class's cable guy), you should recognize my 2 cousins, Singapore's most eligible brothers. they're standing next to me, 1st photo. Sanjay surgeon, Anand lawyer.

i also realize that this is my first post with my face in it. huh.

another cousin gathering coming up!

HAPPY NEW YEAR

well it's 2007, and the eve of new year's eve, a plan was set in motion to have a chill out time at home. my friend Audrey came, my brother's girlfriend, and some of my brother's friends. it's sad that we were actually able to round up people. as we get older, we just get sadder.

so here's the spread: we had nuggets, seaweed chicken, honey and apple baked ham, tomatoes, lettuce, cheese, baguette, bbq and sour cream and onion potato chips.

and DRINKS.

drinking games were soon in order, and my some of my brother's friends were avoiding the alcohol by having their own cups. it wasn't fun. except that one of them was drinking concentrated rose syrup, so that was gross.

Happy New Year.

Uncle Raggy

we went to Changi Jetty and took a boat out to scatter my uncle's ashes. we then went to Changi Village hotel for a little lunch. Sarah, my darling neice (that's her mummy and daddy, btw), was on the phone at which Nalini (her mummy) passed the phone to my dad.

it was just a darling conversation.

"hi girl! how are you? ah. mm.. ah..." *whispers to Nalini* "She's just mumbling and going ah uh ah mmm." *back to the phone* "oh ah. yes. so how are you? oh you're two. no, HOW are you. not how OLD are you. okay okay bye bye."

he passed the phone back when he got tired of her incoherent mumblings.

those 2 are cute.

so daddy, kesh, his girlfriend Sofia and i were going to fetch my sister home from Serangoon Gardens, and we made a stop at his friend's place. we went to see Uncle Tuck.

Uncle Tuck is really old but still so mentally strong. he's like over 90plus, but before he had to stay in bed, he used to come over to see my granny, who's way younger than him, but he was always respectful and calling her aunty aunty, something she always bristled at, cause she's younger than him!

anyway, his neighbour has the cutest little puppies!! think Babe. you know, the pig? the sheepdog's puppies? yeah exactly the same!! they were sooo cute.

and then we saw this.

omg, it's a giant snowman on the roof.

Christmas with the Franks, anyone?