http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlEY5oOd488

wohoooo WESTERNIZEASIAN is on youtube!

"A300s

2006 CURRIE HALL award winners...

"exclusitivity is us.. we're special... haha"

NBFs! NEW BEST FRIENDS!

the blondes who turned into brunettes

finally...

Jerald Justin (or is it Ko Yau Siong?) will go down into the history books of CURRIE HALL...
yes...
well rather unexpectedly (i have to thank the ResClub, RAs and Staff for this) i have to say...
it was the Currie Hall end of semester dinner and i was innocently enjoying my steak and chicken dinner...
and then all of a sudden Nazim started making announcements for this year's currie hall awards...
so i just listened in one ear and out whatever he was saying through the other...
and then from nowhere i heard my name being nominated for TWO AWARDS!
like wat the fuck?
ahahaha...
the nominations were...
International award and the Principal's Prize!
so yar, i only won one, the latter, apparently for voluntary service to the hall~ LOL i'm thankful for even being on the shortlist, so whoever is responsible... CHEERS...

all i am glad about is finally having my name engraved on one of the many shiny wooden boards in the dining hall~ you see... as Retz Fernando will gladly tell you, it has been on my agenda since the very first day i set foot into currie hall and saw those mighty fine boards... i wanted my name on it...
and it has been ACHIEVED!!!
WOOOHOOOOO... i just wish they wont put up YAU SIONG KO...
now for the HDs...
lol...

production for the most eagerly anticipated student film of the year, WesternizeAsian, has finally been COMPLETED!

check out the Currie Hall network on the night of 26th August to watch a film about the adventures of 3 asian men who lose their beautiful girlfriends to a Caucasian guy... and their efforts to win their respective spouses back...

it's weird to see my name in print...
lol...

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Greetings from Restaurant 21!

It's gonna be a hilarious night this coming 8th December at Temasek Room.... with Jerald, Hossan and Abagial...

Make your reservations now....only $880 net per table of 10 or $88 per person for sumptous Eight Course Chinese Banquet dinner...

More than $5,000 worth of 'Santa Barbara, Polo & Racquet Club' gents & ladies watches to be won in the evening's Grand Lucky Draw...

Only limited *tables for this Gala 21 Dinner...book now...to aviod disappointment...

For reservations, call our hotline: 6779 2190

Cheers
Vincent Ko
Restaurant 21
No 1, Portsdown Road,
Temasek Club
Singapore 139295
Email: resta21@singnet.com.sg

i love my bike~!

maybe it's just me...
but females seem to be in such bitch moods these days...
as if it's my fault when i'm the one who's made to wait from 11 in the morning until 10 at nite...
then give one msbf kinda moment and then walk away...

whoa lao i really hate this kinda shit...
so something is bothering you... then dont vent it on me..
so perhaps something bad happened today.. or whatever...
just tell me... and i will say...
"okay let's do this some other day."
i'm actually a very accepting kind of person... i WILL understand if shit happens~
so i just want to say SORRY if i did anything wrong...
but next time please dont give me this kind of.... whoa lao eh!...

i better stray away from being too sexist...
i think i have realized that it's sort of become a very general thing...
i've noticed this with all my friend's girlfriends...
the whinging... the whining... and the black face...
perhaps it gets some kind of recognition and attention from their repsective boyfriends...
just dont do it to me...
cause it will spoil my mood...
whoa lao...
okay i've cooled down abit...

so yar..
i just think it's such a bloody irony laaaar...
like...
on the one hand all these equal opportunities and woman's rights... and then on the other hand all this whinging and whining and damn disgustingly sick behaviour...
i long the day... where i meet someone whom is actually IDEPENDENT...
but then... well i already have...
but i have a strong feeling that she's more of a lesbian kinda chick... oh well..
she's strong, emotionally. and psychologically. and doesnt take shit.... and knows what she wants. and is confident. but can be a toughmeanbitch though in a good way... <-----EDIT: LOL SHE'S NOT FROM UWA LAAAAR YOU SILLY PEOPLE
i like... haha
what a waste eh?

xxx

was cycling today in my alone time me time mode...
and bumped into yet ANOTHER set of couples...

E'an and Kenny at Subiaco market...
Louis and whatshisname???? eugene?? or something at Woolies.. haha cant really tell if they can be classified as a couple...
and then also Joo the RA and some angmo fella on the way up Subiaco hill...
and the hot 40yearold lady from uniprint with her hubby in gym clothes at the intersection of subiaco train station...

whoa lao eh....
si bei sian...
Perth is too small a city laaaaar....

Gala Dinner at Temasek Room, Temasek Club
[In Conjunction with Restaurant 21's 3rd Anniversary at Temasek Club]

Date: Friday, 1 December 2006
Time: 7.00pm to 11.00pm

Highlights of the Gala Dinner
* Eight-Course Banquet
* Emcee of the Night Jerald Ko from UWA, Perth Australia <------------LOL
* Standup Comedian Hossan Leong
* Special appearance by Abigail Chay
*Attractive Lucky Draw Prizes
*Door Gift for all diners

$108 nett per person
[$88.00nett per person for Temasek Members & Members Guests]
By reservations only, first come first serve basis
[Reservations close on 18 November 2006]

Programme:
7.00pm Arrival of Guests
7.30pm Introducing the night's program by Jerald Ko
7.45pm Dinner is served
8.30pm Games
9.00pm 1st Showtime
10.00pm 2nd Showtime
11.00pm Lucky Draw

Good Nite and see you soon at Restaurant 21 at Science Hub

Menu
R21 Exquisite Cold Dish Combinations [Chef Sui]
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Eight Treasure Shark's Fin [Chef Chan]
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Sea Garoupa prepared in two ways [ Chef Sui]
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Steamed Live Prawns with Chinese Wine [Chef Chan]
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Braised Chinese Cabbage with Pacific Abalone & Wild Mushroom [ Chef Sui]
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Deep Dried Garlic Chicken [Chef Chan]
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Steamed Rice in Lotus Leaf with Eight Wonders [Chef Sui]
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Red Ruby with Coconut Milk
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Chinese Tea & Soft Drinks
[Wine, Beer & Liqour at Bar Price]

not sure if many people actually know this...
but click is a damn beautiful show...
i watched it a couple of months back and simply forgot to blog about it cos i was so moved~... yar lar yar lar laugh laugh laugh...
but seriously it's soooooooooo touching and comedic at the very same time...
go catch it on DVD now that it's gonna be released soon.. you wont regret it- just remember that the start's a bit draggy but once the emotions start kicking in, you'll be enchanted...

xxx

so my long awaited presentation for ENGL2280 is finally over...
the word long-awaited is used not because i was looking foward to it; but more so due to the fact that i didnt quite know if the reception from my class was going to be positive or hostile...
oh wait i forgot to tell you what this class is about...
well it's ENGL2280, called myself and the aliens, you either choose to write an autobiography or science fiction.. i chose the former...
3 hours a week of tutes... straight- no lectures..
but yeah...
every week one person has to bring their material and the class reads and scrutinizes whatever it is that you have conjured up...

so i really had no idea how to approach my autobiography..
you see...
my tute of 18 students isn't just made up of 19-20 year old kids...
there are like...
5 post grad students... wait.. let me rephrase... grandmothers... at the age of 50 up...
and then there are the cocky students... and the artsy-fartsy poetic ones... and the snobby ones...
i was afraid... i mean really...
i kept picturing the sight--- "they're so gonna laugh at me..."
and then...
i just thought..
what the hell..
i'll simply take excerpts from my novel (it's actually a diary i've kept since late 2003 in my pc)
with a lil bit of editing and censorship here and there..
voila - presentation complete...
well actually the editing and censorship took a whole day.. like almost 6-7 hours... LOL...

so yeah...
i passed the papers round...
it was about 6pages 3000words..
and i dont know why..
but it's a DAMN freaking weird feeling to have people read my work...
and my work isnt just some sensationalized shit...
it was all truth...
every single bit was a remnant of my past written down...
and i feared...
for some cock reason..
i trembled...
and turned red...
it's all very embarrassing stuff... extremely personal.. but then... i thought what the hell..
truth works... especially if your truth really hurts...
i let my guard down.. and...
they liked it...
HEEENNGGGG AAARRRR>>>>>>
whoa lao..
mark said that i was trembling throughout the class..
OF COURSE LAR...
so scary.. people judging me...
hahaha...
i guess they were more shocked than anything else...
the one thing they reallly liked was the political incorrectness...
aiyah ok ok ok.. i'll attach the document at the end of this entry...
but obviously i have to erase some bits of it..
cos you see the really emotional bits of work...
it wouldnt matter much in class... the students dont know anyone in the story personally..
.. but if it was posted ONLINE in my blog... whoa lao eh..
people actually KNOW the characters first hand.. and it's not very nice...
there will be RAMMIFICATIONS..
so yeah.. i have to edit.. A LOT..

my life in itself is already a story in many respects...
i never knew that my words had a direction until my tutor pointed it out...
she said that it was a piece about love...
whoa lao eh... sad to say.. but she's RIGHT..

funny thing about the presentation...
you see my classmates have to write down comments in the papers they got from me...
and oh boy you wont BELIEVE how many "SORRYS" there were from the ANG MO GUYS..
FREAKING HILARIOUS LAR....
after class they came up to me and had a good chat... and all of them were so apologetic and friendly and... HAHA... damn funny.. even the angmo girls were laughing..
read on and you'll find out why they said SORRY>>>>>
but seriously...
it's a SERIOUS MATTER>>> not to be laughed at okay... LOL




OKAY HERE IT IS... read it with an open mind and take into account that it's all pretty much my real life in words...






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Would you rather choose to be with someone you love, or someone who loves you?

When I was a silly slobbering little boy...
I said that if I ever grew up to be a rich man, I'd build a house, a nice big house to fit all my parents; my step-dads, my step-moms, my real mom and my real dad.

My mum and dad got married when I was already one and a half years old, and there wasn't any ceremony, just a fast European Car and an expensive hotel suite.It was startlingly obvious right from the start that my parents never really loved each other. They got married because of me in many ways, there never really was much love to begin with, just lust, and perhaps a broken condom somewhere along the way. Today, there are a total of six marriages between them; I have 5 half-siblings and 8 stepsiblings, the closest one being 29 years old, I am turning 19 this year. Yes, I am an accident, and very proud to be one actually.

It's funny how my parents cheated on one another, using me as a decoy throughout their tenure of deceit, and I truly enjoyed being in the position of much gain, for my parents pretty much bribed me to keep my mouth shut and tell stretched truths.

The stories I told were always the same.

"Papa and me went to watch this or that movie; Mummy and me went shopping together."

Dad was a compulsive gambler and every time he went to the Turf club to bet on horses he'd drop me off at a cinema and pick me up later. All the stereotypes made about Chinese men and their gambling problems can be perfectly personified by my father. It wasn't just the horses that he betted on... there was the 4digit lottery, Totto, Mahjong, Jackpot machines, and goodness knows what else that I've never witnessed. Fortunately, he won more than he lost on most occasions, so there never really was any debt. But a gambling problem is still a problem.

My mum loved her Caucasian men; she is, by the way, married to a Scottish bloke right now. During her heydays, she would put me in a shopping mall every weekend after my Chinese tuition and hand me a fresh beautiful note to spend as I wished. She would then embark on whatever it was she enjoyed doing with whomever, and then she would come back for me later in the night.

I can't remember all of them, but there was Adam, an Englishman who coached soccer at a Singaporean Junior College, he was short for a Caucasian guy and my mum didn't take too much of a liking towards him, it was the drinking. Then there was David Larue, American, not the nicest person to have around, but my mum dated him behind my father's back for almost two years. I think my mum really loved him, but in the end she chose a man who loved her more. She would tell me why years later.

I guess it's highly applicable in my scenario to describe the child as being the biggest loser in divorce separations. Not because I was emotionally scarred, no, I had in fact gained a lot psychologically and came out stronger. But it was more so due to the fact that I had lost my immense financial backing from the two CHEATS! I wasn't needed as much anymore. It's all a very mean thing to say, but even my parents agree when I told them of the story recently. We all had a great big laugh about it.

My father and my mother are two totally different individuals with different goals and agendas. Brought together by mere coincidence.Probably the only connecting trait that they both share is possessing inhumanly "thick skin", metaphorically, not physically.

Having thick skin as described in Singaporean lingo equals to being very daring in social situations, loudmouth, vulgar, no shame whatsoever. I seem to have developed the exact opposite, two negatives equals to one positive; I am a loudmouth, definitely, but when it comes to trouble, I run away.

My father once said this to me when I was on one of my many cowardly escapades, "Bo lan jiao". Which literally means that I have no balls. We were at KFC and the food was taking ages to arrive. He complained to the cashier that it was a fast food restaurant, and that the food should be served, fast. I knew exactly where the conversation was boiling to and decided to make a silent retreat through the front door. That's when he screamed at me in front of the many patrons~ in fluent vulgar Hokkien nonetheless.

They're both very interesting characters, my parents. They are the people who tell off noisy kids in shopping malls, point obscene finger signs at bad drivers, and just not afraid to stand out. The vulgarities that spew from those two mouths are phenomenal; I guess that explains how it virtually runs in the family then, vulgarities. We are all very crude people.

Although they never really were there for me during many points of my life, I guess the times when they were really created an impact. Who I am today is because of them, and any child will tell you that no matter how much they claim to "dislike" or "hate" their parents for the decisions made, inside somewhere in the depths of our achy breaky hearts we all really love them... to bits.

Some things in life are just too disturbing to talk about...
Like when my girlfriend told me that she liked one of my best friends.

GROSS.

Well technically she wasn't my girlfriend when she told me the story cause we had already broken up, and that she had feelings for him BEFORE we got together; but STILL...
my best friend what the hell...

What made things worse is the fact that he... was an ANG MO! Which literally means Caucasian when translated.

I've never really said this out loud before, but Caucasian guys just seem to cling onto all the women in my life that I care about, for some reason or another.

My mum, as mentioned, loves her Caucasian men. My sister dated one or two, I can't quite remember who they were really, she changes boyfriends like changing underwear; they come in all colours and designs, one thing in common however is that all these guys she dated always had money, and nice cars; typical.

Even a girl recently whom I had a little feelings for, okay so maybe slightly more than a little feelings, left me for an AngMo guy.
Strange things is; most of the people whom I can actually have a decent conversation with, are in fact, AngMo guys.
I don't know what is it that they have... it's actually intrigued me so much so that I've chosen this exact topic of "Why there is an increasing trend of Asian girls dating Western men" for one of my unit projects. I really hope there won't be some immense backlash from my tutors. It's all done with an open mind.
Maybe Caucasian guys are more romantic...
Romance...
It's difficult to talk about it without being unoriginal and passe.

"Nothing makes a girl feel as special as flowers & jewelry..."
It's messages such as this that encompasses an annual event that I somehow morbidly fail to "celebrate"; well there is a reason behind this, and obviously that reason is a girl.
With the commercialism of Valentine's Day, every magazine page that I flip, every newspaper that I read, every television channel that I come across, every radio advert that I listen to, every poster that I chance upon, every shop that I go to...
It's all hearts and roses and RED. Someone is trying to rub it in deep.

Oh yes I forgot, the girl.

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...she gave me a peck on the cheek that really did not signify anything, and the biggest hug I had ever received. I'm not good at hugs... I don't do hugs.

This kind of shit makes me wonder if I'm gay.

I mean. I'm comfortable, more than comfortable with hugging guys, especially on the soccer field/court after goals are scored or during similar joyous moments.

I just can't seem to do it with girls.I don't know why but I can't even do a hug right with my 70-year-old Granny or my 50-year-old homestay mother.I'm just shy when it comes to such touchy feely stuff with girls. xxx always asked me why i was so stiff when we were together.

So that was the story of the ball.

Valentine's was heartbreaking.
It hit me with a blow so hard that I didn't even notice I'd been hit until I actually recall and think about what had taken place.
Without reason or explanation, she never came down, and by not coming down; she made her decision to let me go.
It did not quite help that I was flying off to Australia the very next day.
I still keep remnants of the past with me, and for that occasion, a teddy bear from the Garfield cartoon still sits loftily atop my study table. It was meant for xxx, but I never really got around to giving it to her.

As you would expect I had brought flowers. They were expensive. Seriously.
Florists make millions during Valentines, especially at the exorbitant prices they charge. I had gotten a massive bouquet of red roses with Ferrero Rocher chocolates embedded in between the stalks. I figured that it'd be a waste to simply leave it on the road, so I passed it to the security guard that was on duty at her apartment, and even gave ten bucks to that greedy bastard for the favour.
Well, at least she got it.

She loved my flowers; her sister told me that she kept every single stalk and bouquet that I had ever sent.
Or so she claims, xxx said that I was the very first boy to give her flowers.
Over the short period of the time we spent together, I had given her heaps of flowers. The florist even knew my name first hand, and I was only a teenager. (Well I still am now in many respects)
There was one time in Christmas when I had gotten a big bunch of lilies for her and dropped them off at the wrong apartment.
She had to knock the door of her cranky Indian neighbour to get it.

We were so close, yet we weren't really friends, and weren't really lovers as well, what we had was not anything in between those two terms, what we had could not be defined by mere words alone, because in many ways we never really had anything... we never were one, we never connected mutually; I guess when you love someone, don't ever expect the person to love you back the same amount. One of you will be ahead, the other behind. It's either you catch up or the other waits.

I wonder if what I experience made me wary of love. I believe we should never take anything for granted, and that women will know whether they're in love or not. She probably woke up in the morning and just stopped loving me; at least I thank her for not giving me false hope, being blunt can be cruel and hurtful, but it's best really.

My dad always pokes fun at me about how "she's the girl who never came down to take your flowers on Valentine's day." He'll then do his trademark laugh after saying that, it's one of those bad guy in a movie kind of laughter, followed by constant wheezing coughs.

As corny as this may seem my mum says that no matter what there's just no point at the end of the day cause she will never love me as much as I love her.That it'll be better if I actually find someone who loves me more than what I have to offer.

Her exact words were "to never ever be like my brother, who has to peel his fiances prawns and wash her smelly panties."


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congratulations if you've read this far.. lol actually this really isnt alot..
all the editing has cut the work down to about 1/4 the original lenght so yeah..
be honest with me and tell me how i can best change it.. i know it's difficult cos i've left alot of important lovey-dovey scandalous bits out but yar...
tell me please...

okay i hope you people out there wont look at me differently now after reading it hahaha..
i guess i've already cast a pretty indecent impression of myself a looooong time ago...
my mum has seen it and she is.... OKAY with it laaaar...glad to have a super vulgar and open mum like her...
not many people are like that...
hahahaha..
i want to be like her when i grow up.. well, without all the cheating and stuff.. and i hope that i will be able to shower my children with so much more attention than she ever gave to me..

i want to be like her in the sense that my kids will be like my buddies- no stiffness whatsoever.. there has to be respect up to a point, but other than that we'll be super friends... oh but still i wont let my daughter date anyone till she's of DECENT age... I"LL KILL THE FUCKER who trys to pick her up hahahahahahaha

Artist: Nelly Furtado Lyrics
Song: Try

All I know
Is everything is not as it's sold
but the more I grow
the less I know
And I have lived so many lives
Though I'm not old
And the more I see, the less I grow
The fewer the seeds the more I sow

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try

I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness
And all the real people are really not real at all
The more I learn the more
I cry As I say goodbye to the way of life
I thought I had designed for me

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
I'm all I'll ever be
But all I can do is try

Try All of the moments that already passed
We'll try to go back and make them last
All of the things we want each other to be
We never will be
And that's wonderful, and that's life
And that's you, baby
This is me, baby

And we are, we are, we are, we are
Free In our love
We are free in our love

Go Karts fun...

xxx


oh no...
my friends are in love... well...
actually about a handful~
and they don't know what to do..
don't dare... don't dare... don't dare... they're all so shy laaarrr..

(1) girl likes boy...
don't dare don't dare don't dare...
scared lar...

totally unrelated scenario

(2) boy likes girl...
don't know don't know don't know...
need to think it over...

why am i providing a listening ear when i myself am lost when it comes to matters of the heart... LOL

one thing though~~
do take my advice however when i say...
if all else fails...
embark on a lonely trip of romantic atheism...
that means... FORGET about it all and enjoy life in solitary mode...
it's great for clearing minds and feeling "at ease"...
maybe at some point just look back at a past love and smile...
it's bound to make you feel better one way or another.. but there are also reprecussions...
feeling sorry about yourself will never help; remember that...
it's best... for now... until you're ready...

i guess...
in many ways...
i've simply grown out of this *phase...
either that...
or i just can't be bothered anymore...
i'll always remember...

"there are such things as mutual feelings..."

yeah... that is REALLY important...
there's no point if it's all from one side- are you listening or not my friend(s)?
lol...
whilst it is true that one of you will always be in front and the other behind and that it is essentialyl a journey where the two of you sacrifice to catch up or wait for the other... there really isnt any point if one of you is too far behind...
to put it bluntly...
if there's no interest... there's no point...

gen says it perfectly...
PIA PIA PIA [hand motions slapping left right left right]
"grow up lar cant stand aiyoh!"

xxx

"eh who is this? Your girlfriend ah?"

"uhm... YES..."

(arrrghhhh/// YES??? wat the hell man...)

xxx

you know...
i think i have said this before sometime ago... or maybe not that long anyhow...
but...
i like to think of this scenario as a problem that i can never confront...
which is good in many ways...
she's too far away... we hardly keep in contact... these days anyway...
and... i guess thinking of her cannot hurt- bcos of the fact that nothing can be done, it simply evolves into a distraction of sorts...
and distractions--- when used in the right circumstances, makes life's complications disappear..

xxx

sometimes i wonder if i will ever see you again...