Apathy

Apathy is when you don't care.

Apathy is when you are aloof.

Apathy is when you are detached.

Apathy is when you are disinterested.

Apathy is when you refuse to help a drowning person, not even offer your handphone and life buoy to help someone help a drowning person.

To those who were present but did not bother, f#@k you all!


May you go swim in the deep end sometime. One good turn deserves another... and yeah, it works the other way round too.


redcocoon

Yeah, Bring Out The Imp In You!

In the New Paper today, there was a report about the fountain at Ngee Ann City foaming with soap suds. Passers-by were thrilled and took snapshots with their mobiles, exclaiming it was X'mas in June!

It turned out that the foaming was caused by some prankster, who may have poured dishwashing liquid into the water feature. Damages are estimated at $1,000 to $2,000 - a measly sum to Ngee Ann City. However, the immense joy it must have brought to shoppers and to myself, as I looked at the photo in delight, was well worth the cleaning up efforts.


Dishwashing Liquid - $4.50
Cleaning Costs - $1000 - $2000
MMS Snapshots - $0.50
Putting A Smile On Our Faces - Priceless!


While I am generally law-abiding, I strongly believe that we need such occasional fun and harmless pranks to liven things up, to laugh a little; instead of leading a monotonous life servicing this or that loan. Stop along your journey and smell the roses, you know?

This reminds me of another harmless prank my friend played on the friendly-turned-not-so-friendly staff of the former Denny's restaurant at the Marine Parade branch years back. After finishing our meals and just about to settle the bill with our week's savings in coins, this friend unscrewed the cap off a salt shaker and carefully turned the shaker upside down and laid it back to it's rightful place, with the salt still intact. Then the cap was placed on top of the shaker's bottom. Any unsuspecting person not in the know wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.

As we stood up and prepared to walk out, ever so proudly togged in our S.A.P. School uniforms, the poor waiter started wiping our table and lifted the salt shaker off the table. What we heard after that was a string of expletives followed by,"XXX High School people also like that ah!"

Over the years, I realised that even brightest students from the best schools were also fun-loving, horny, and even nasty. It is just harder to believe that could be any bad in the supposedly studious ones. Well, believe! We are after all, sinners!

So, to all you people out there, go have some harmless fun once in a while, bring out the imp in you! I assure you, we all like to cheat a little, like a stiff drink, like to skirt-chase, like a good blow job... ahhhhhh... the list goes on...


redcocoon

Bangkok ... Patpong's Twilight Knights

Although this was my 3rd trip to Bangkok since adulthood, I never saw Patpong as I saw it this time. This time round, we really walked almost every lane in the area. Colourful, I must say.

The most memorable image I have of Bangkok would be touts carrying a small laminated white piece of paper. On the paper are simple sketches of a naked male and female, becoming one, in assorted positions. Though I did not really scrutinize the text on the paper, I kept seeing and hearing the words "Ping Pong Show". I was in my previous schools' "ping pong" teams but never quite saw the sport as a show. It took some seconds to register that it actually meant the already obsolete "Tiger Show". Not bad, even these raunchy revues evolve.

Images of showgirls popping ping pong balls from their muffs came to my mind and I giggled like a small boy. Haha! While curious, one can't be too careless about just going into any club a tout tries to usher you into. So, we took the moral highroad and said, "Later". A few shops down the lane, my mind was still seeing ping pong balls.

On the advice of my good friend,ahtiong73 (http://ahtiong73.blogspot.com) , we went around looking for King's Castle 3. King's Castle 1 apparently had normal looking ladies, King's Castle 2 prettier, and King's Castle 3 the post-op lady-boys. While looking for the place, saw the series of King's Castles, another series of Queen's Castles and many others. It seemed obvious they were mainly controlled by the King's Group, a monopoly of sorts.

Found the place, went in, overwhelmed was my first reaction. Never have I seen so many pretty men all in 1 room. Took a seat with my woman right in front of the platform with stainless steel poles taking centre stage. It was lady-boys galore!

While I wasn't turned on in that sense, it was hard not to appreciate the very feminine figures presented in front of us. It was a weird feeling that set me wondering if the human mind is able to look past the biological typecast and accept things as they are on the surface - very much like appreciating a piece of fine oil painting, without caring too much if the artist was a male, female or lady-boy. Right there, it was clear many men there had already cast aside gender bias and eagerly appreciating the fine work of plastic surgeons.

Then, still lost in thought, 1 particularly curvaceous lady-boy who looked very Japanese sauntered over and "accidently" bumped her boobs into my elbow. Startled and fearing I might have knocked over somebody's jugs of beer (yes, pun very intended), I turned around and apologized. She said, "it's ok" and returned my politeness by pulling down her bikini top to reveal a pair of too-perfectly rounded bosoms.

Still abit culture-shocked, I vaguely remember her climbing onto the table-top and lay in front of us and struck a pose a la sleeping Buddha. She tucked down her G-string and pointed to us to slip a note down her crotch. Wa lau eh, blur...

Trying to avoid her direct stare, I start looking around the bar. Then I realize that there are not as many bouncers as there are in the other bars. If my memory does not serve me wrong, from an article I read, even with all the hormonal injections, these lady-boys are still men internally, meaning they're still as strong. I believe these Knights of King's Castle can still pack a punch.

I hope those farangs are wise enough not to cause trouble at King's Castle 3, for looks can be very deceiving...


redcocoon

Bangkok ... The Chatuchak Dilemma

Made my maiden trip to the famous Chatuchak Weekend Market. With ample warnings from friends, took lots of fluids (Singha!) and togged myself in the flimsiest of clothes.

Reached the place, was overcome by the size of the place. Still could not prepare enough for the ravages of nature. Was sweating, yes SWEATING, not perspiring, like a horse. However, the need to buy and the sheer challenge of covering as much ground as possible kept me going.

With so many things to look at and buy, I had to weigh the pros and cons of each item I was going gaga over. Shortlisting my needs and weeding out my wants was done in tandem with squeezing through the narrow aisles made narrower by fellow sweaty shoppers.

After deciding more or less what I thought I needed, I went around looking for them. Then came the next dilemma - whether to get the item at the first shop I find or to look for cheaper, greener pastures, but risk not being able to navigate back to the first shop. It was one of the hardest choices during my stay there. Decisions decisions...

I never experienced such hot weather at Bangkok. Reinforced by the crowd and narrow aisles, the whole place was a pressure cooker. While in the shadier, sheltered lines of shops, the air was hotter and stuffier than Singapore's hot humid nights. On the other hand, out of the sheltered Zones to the open driveways, although with minimal draft, the sun was waiting to drench me with its searing heat. In the end, my shopping pattern took the form of hopping in and out of the shade every 15 to 20 minutes.

Well, with the generous loss of minerals through sweating comes the desire to drink something ice cold, right? And with high volumes of fluids flowing into your system, something's gotta give, right? My bloody bladder was working at twice its normal rate, resulting in my visiting the very well-visited stinking urinals. By the third visit, I was torn between quenching that darned thirst and standing in front a piece of ceramic I wasn't too fond of. And of course, these mini detours cost me time better spent satisfying my needs!

By the 4th hour there, I was beat. Bags of various proportions and a very antique looking painting of Buddha's profile were hanging from both of my hands. Then, the mother of all dilemmas emerged. To stay on another hour to comb the remaining shops or head back to Patpong for a deep soothing massage.

While bouncing off that dilemma against the stinking cracked urinal, I chose Patpong over the pong. And maybe catch a ping pong show thereafter.


redcocoon

Bangkok ... Good Clean Fun

Just came back from Bangkok last night. During my pre-Bangkok trip days, I always thought Bangkok was a place to, well, bang your c#@k. Now, I think otherwise. It can be good clean fun.

This trip was purely retail therapy. Whaddaya know, it actually worked! MBK, Siam Square, Suan Lum Night Market and the gargantuan Chatuchak Weekend Market were all covered in 3 days. The constant haggling of prices was fun, though it was really a test of endurance, especially when we didn't speak the same lingo. However, we Singaporeans seem to have created a bad name for ourselves there. “Hallo sir, come see, wha you lie? I gip you good pri”. So I step into the shop and look-see. “Where you prom, sir?”. To which I proudly say “Singapore”. And then comes the realization, “OH! Singapore…”. The attendant gives me a once over and loses half her enthusiasm. Is it my fault that we’re good at bargaining?

Well, the trick, I found out, is to be there early and be the first potential customer. They’ll be eager to make their first sale, I’ll be happy with my cheap buy that I so desperately think is a must-buy, only to have it collecting dust when back home. With your money, they’ll swipe it carefully all over their wares while chanting some stuff, obviously for good luck. I’m glad I did my good deed and spread some luck to the people.

After a hard day's shopping, it was easy to submit to the middle-aged masseuse to knead away the happy aches. An hour and a half of non-erotic but fully satisfying massage cost only $12.00! I was ready to shop again.


redcocoon

Of Carts & Cabs

What's wrong with people? I hate to generalise but, over the weekend, I've realised some people can really be lost in their own world, sparing not a thought for people around them.

I was at this megamart at Suntec City. I must first applaud the management for creating a vibrant wet-market like environment in an air-conditioned arena. Sure was fun.

However, add in the cart-pushing housewives and a few stray uncles, the situation could become chaotic. If you know me, I'm stick-like - not much excess flesh on the sides. Still, I was bumped left, right and from behind. Those coming straight at me, I physically caught hold of the cart and steered it away from my oh-so-precious schlong.

Some didn't even bother giving a second look after bumping into fellow Carrefourers, much less apologise. My Gawd! Where's the courtesy that's for free? Thought us Singaporeans would be a cultured, considerate lot with the iconic durian that is the Esplanade. Sigh...

Worse still, as I was walking along precariously down this single lane aisle, a lady saunters along with a cart into my path. To avoid any collision, I step to one side and let her pass. Apparently seeing my sweet gesture, she still stops her cart inches in front of me, picks up a Gilette shaving cream and gives the tin a customary once over. I was stumped, both spiritually and physically. She left me stuck in the aisle wondering why such a beeeeee..itchhhhhh exists?!

Caught a movie afterwards. Felt better after napping through Star Wars (yes, intergalactic pyrotechnics don't turn yours truly on), I made my way home. Travelling along Marina Boulevard, I suddenly notice the cab in front of me slowing down to a complete stop. Driver was eyeing a group of kids on the pavement, willing them to become passengers. Now, this cab was on the second lane from the right!!!

As I slowed, he did not budge. I stopped, flashed my beams, horned once. He still did not flinch. I try to stay calm and filter to the next lane and move on. At the traffic light ahead, the same cab comes behind me flashing and horning. His cab was empty - probably blaming me for scaring away his prey with my high beams.

He should go shopping in Carrefour some time.


redcocoon