Archive for May, 2007

The marriage of good and evil

Monday, May 21st, 2007

All my life, good and evil have been trying to oust and banish each other. They furtively and openly attack each other, wreaking havoc. Nobody has surrendered. Except the host. The host now makes the calls. The host allows both good and evil to reside and its role is to maintain order.

I am extremely thrilled because I have got the ticket for WWE Summerslam tour in Singapore! I was glad to have had the opportunity to watch both Rain’s and Lee Hom’s concerts but nothing can be compared with this! This is where my idols are! This is part of the reason I have become who I am today! If you smellalalalalalala…What the King…Is cooking!!

At the moment, I have some important missions to accomplish. I will lead a militant and regimented lifestyle.

"Go into your cell, poetic King!"

Contract signing with evil King

Sunday, May 20th, 2007

Kings and queens are history. Today, the royalties are just a symbol of wealth and tradition, nothing more. With several reasons calling myself ‘King’, the word itself insinuates a loss of status and power in current society. I am an obsolete symbol that I try so hard to revive. Kings had the authority to kill. Kings had the power to sleep with any girl. Kings had all the luxuries to relish. But they now only exist in stories. Being a King with no women and guards serving, with no empires, no slaves and no castle, I only have a name. Without all the privileges but with all the vices, I am nothing more than a social misfit.

I simply have lost it. I have lost the desire to copulate.

Some child-like guys who are a few years older than me come talk to me like they know it all. But mind you, even though you do not get to read this, experiences and age do not equal maturity. I wonder whether you really possess wisdom or you are having the illusion that you are wise. So what if you are a 26-year-old hotelier? Who gave you the money? Your papa gave you or you have earned it? So what if you are a 27-year-old assistant chef? Your philosophies have brought you to today’s position but are they going to bring you further than that? So what if you are a 26-year-old gangster-bouncer from Johor? Is that the best you can do? My friend from Hong Kong said that even without a collared shirt, he looks much better than you wearing your white suit and tie. Oh yeah, I totally agree.

The reason of me saying things like these here makes me safe. Not safe from your threat but I am controlling myself. By the way, writing is also a way to contain my insanity. I am now a gray collar worker in Zouk who serves customers and I have got a rep to maintain. Each time, I swallowed my wrath like swallowing a scorching fire ball. All you saw was an innocent face. But mind you, this is my last post ever about this kind of anger. The next time, I do not have to grab your shirt and punch you in the face. You will know. It is not so fun revealing everything, is it? One day, you will lick my shoes and kiss my ass.

It ain’t much an alpha male to be shouting and kicking asses. Although I am yet one, I know what it takes to be one. You guys are kids. If you had any children, please do them a favor by killing them. I have no confidence to raise children and I surely will not have it if I was you. There is so much to teach a child. If you are a busy person, forget about having children. You will make their lives miserable by just bringing them to this world. Consciousness is a terrible curse.

I am just lost. I am not moving towards my goals.

Is this the last of Mr. nice guy? Dad, you said that if I have a bad attitude, I will be beaten up or shot in this society. You are wrong, daddy. I will be the one who will beat people up and shoot people to death. You hear me?! I can endure, dad. But I ain’t a coward.

Since I have a few personalities, why not I make a deal with one of them here today? Evil King, you are from now on banned to ever enter this site. You are in no way going to manifest here. You will take over King completely when you are at work. Why being such a nice guy when you are entering the mouth of hell, during the wee hours of the morning, being in a place filled with alcoholics and sluts anyway? There you go! Go. Raise hell. Leave.

"Deal".

 

The demise of My Blog?

Sunday, May 20th, 2007

There are only two ways this can happen. If I physically cease to exist, there is no way a new entry would pop out, scientifically and logically speaking. Or will there be a day when I actually stop writing? The possibility crossed my mind. Writing can be empowering but it may also act as a diluting agent for some real actions. A thought, at the moment, cannot be translated directly into an action. It must go through a sort-out system and through it, jumbled thoughts turn into beautiful essays.

I link the emergence of the new age sensitive men to the absence of a patriarchal figure in a family to help shape the masculinity of a male growing into adulthood. I blame the older generation for their irresponsibility in that they are being too preoccupied with their personal goals and do not include moulding a son in part of their plan. They shirk the responsibility for education entirely to the institution or their women, forcing males of the generation X to grapple with what it means to be a man. If I am not part of your plan and money is the only thing you can provide me with, then you should not have had me. You cannot just shower me with money and expect me to be like who you are. I construct my masculinity not through my dad but fictional figures such as James Bond. "My name is Ting. King Ting". "Long Island Tea. Shake. Not stir". It began with some Hong Kong gangster’s films then some old Chinese tales. Then came the medieval war movies such as Troy and the latest: 300. James Bond, whether Sean Connery or Roger Moore, taught me how to be a (mesmerizing) man.

I have had a goatee. I have blurry legs. My chest may turn into a forest. My brows have been always thick. My voice is deep. But there is only a child within.

One more thing, I despise people who privilege the western culture over their roots. It may not be a choice that some of you are English educated and cannot speak Mandarin. But do not deny your roots. You are after all yellow. I have experienced the frustration of some Chinese for not being able to speak Mandarin. They really want to learn and they go for Mandarin classes. It is a stupid mentality of the older generation to think that going to Chinese schools is not beneficial and going to English will grant you a bright prospect. With increasingly more Chinese not knowing how to speak Mandarin, our roots will vanish. I appreciate English as an international medium which enables people of different cultures to communicate. But the replacement of one’s original culture or language by another should not happen.

Call me traditional. Call me a China man. I am proficient in English as I am in Mandarin. I have not forgotten my roots. I am already very ashamed of myself because I cannot speak Fookchao, let alone if I do not know Mandarin. My dad did not teach me how to speak Fookchao. Nowadays, the new generation cannot speak their native tongue. Shame on us! Shame on us! Our culture will just dissipate.

The older generation is fucked up, raising us in a fucked up way. I am already so fucked up and I do not want to fuck up my offsprings so I will not have any! 

Do you want me to prove you wrong again?

Wednesday, May 16th, 2007

I may be a loser today but that does not mean that I will be one forever. Nobody can be perfect in all aspects of life because we do have weaknesses. But nobody has been daring enough to reveal to others their weak spots lest people attack them. People want to protect themselves because they are afraid of getting hurt.

But I have been extremely honest to me and others about my weaknesses and shortcomings. I do not conceal them. When I am lacking, I am most honest. Similarly, when I am great and strong, I am most honest also. Practice modesty I do not. Neither is arrogance my social conduct. But honesty, bluntness or frankness, without any sugar topping, is what I exercise.

If it is a pile of shit, it is a pile of shit. If Jesus was a human, there was no way I was going to turn him into a superhuman. People like to listen to lies and fantasies rather than the truths. When a truth is delivered, they see it as a personal attack. Never has it been my intention to hurt anyone’s feelings. I always play defence. You want to bring me down, I give you back a few folds stronger.

Girls hate playboys but at the same time they want to listen to sweet talks. The best sweet talks come from playboys and sweet talks are just lies wrapped in sugar papers. My friend said: "Who would want a boyfriend who is too honest anyway?"

Girls do not want to know that their boyfriends fantasize having sex with other girls. They do not want to know that their boyfriends are very close to other girls. They want to know but they do not want to know. They are ambivalent. They want the truth but at the same time, they want to live in a world filled with lies and fantasies that make them feel good.

For all that I have said about me is the truth, and some have chosen to twist the knife in the wound. My grief and sense of lack are exposed every now and then. My words are transparent. You hold my secrets and you can bring me down. Or can you?

When I am honest about my view of how good I am, I do not exaggerate and swell in pride. People, however, think that I am egomaniacal and self absorbed. People are just not used to my honesty. Sometimes, I joke about how good I am and they look at me with disgust, thinking that I am really being snobbish and narcissistic. Sometimes, I do say that I am good because I want to boost my confidence yet they get the wrong signal again. They think that I am bragging. Well, whatever…

I am a sensitive man indeed. It is not because I have an inferiority complex. It is just that I feel a sense of lack or rather a great potential with which I will have to expand. You may think all you want about me, judging what I say and do and simply despising me because I am not able to do something. But do you want me to prove you wrong again? Have I not proven to you anything yet? In my life, some people get hurt badly because I proved them wrong or myself right. Living a life of proving people wrong and myself right is, however, pathetic. I never had to prove anyone wrong. But eventually, when I rise to a plateau, things will be naturally proven.

If I had to prove, I had to prove to the world, starting with my parents but I never loved the idea of doing that. I would still do what I do, say what I say and in the end, you will find yourself being proven wrong by my results. But mind you, someone is going to get hurt badly. You get hurt badly not because I do anything destructive like how the evil Spiderman disfigures the Green Goblin or hurts Mary Jane. It all begins with your own poisoned and conceited thought, believing in my worthlessness and one day, you wake up from your illusion of power, knowing that you are the one who fits impeccably into the picture of worthlessness that you once had imposed on me.

You are not a friend because you want me to stay down and be the depressed and useless King. When I become powerful, you mock me, accusing me of being proud and abandoning you. Some friends asked me not to forget them when I become famous. I will forget you guys. Because if you have been so nice to me, would I turn my back on you? Those who have been sincere would not be appalled by the thought that I would leave them. Those who believe that I have a heart of gold would not even think that I would do something so merciless. Only those who have a weak faith in me would lose it all, just as they fear. Some may happily create the thought that they do not care whether I am in their lives but I also happily create a similar thing: "It will never be my loss".

You want to normalize me? You want me to be what you think I should be? Save the thoughts to yourself. There is nothing you can do about it. I am a free spirit who does whatever and whenever I want. You may curse or insult me, saying that I overestimate or overrate myself. But did you know that I am the most honest guy around? If you do not believe in my dreams, you can go live in your land called reality. You are just incapable to be as powerful as me so stop all the jealousy. If you can not accomplish something, do not wish that someone would lie next to you like a corpse. Because I will not. Do not say I leave you. I am just growing into a butterfly. You can be an ugly caterpillar all you want and eat all that leaves but I ain’t staying down with you. You caterpillars can mock me but I am going to fly.

You are never a friend to begin with and again, do you want me to prove you wrong again? Someone is going to get hurt badly.   

You and your ball

Saturday, May 12th, 2007

To: Mummy

First, it was a ball with which you have to carry

A burden it seemed, big and heavy

Then, you stood proudly and gleefully over your ball

Thinking that you had it all

But soon you were driven up the wall

Not only for food more often had you had to visit the mall

Cheekily, the ball rolls and bounces

Catching it, you must have lost ounces

Filled with anticipation, you want the ball to hit the ‘goal’

Educating him with your sweat and soul

But you have forgotten that a ball has no angle

With force, its shape you will only mangle

All a ball needs is an occasional pump of air

A perennial nagging the ball cannot bear

For it would roll out of your sight

Just to take a breath, still thinking that he is right

The moment the ball is thrown

It has had a life of its own

You cannot make it stay still

Because it would roll with its will

Sit back and relax

Make time for leisure: The hair of your legs you can wax

The ball is now rolling towards success

Just when you are worrying in excess

Happy Mother’s Day!

From: Jer Huan

A blessing from a wedding singer (Retro: 20/1/2007)

Saturday, May 12th, 2007

Dear Wai Leng & James,

Sometimes, we think that by going around the world and meeting everyone only can we meet the right one. The fact is, there is never a right one. But there is always one, who is like you, hidden in the sea of pedestrians or crowd, wanting to discover and be discovered. And as both meet, fascination with each other ignites and infatuation gradually turns into love. The cruelty of time may wipe off the spark and turn love into a habit but there is such thing called the habit of love. Both will constantly fall in love with each other until eternity. I am not the cupid who got both of you together. I am not the angel who will keep watch of you but I am the king who will bestow you with blessings all the time. Wish you a happy wedding and forever love!

祝你们两夫妇甜甜蜜蜜,白头偕老和相敬如宾。

From,

King & Nicole

Brutally cold

Wednesday, May 9th, 2007

The blood that is ceaselessly pouring from a broken heart is finally congealing. The warm blood that blankets one’s soul in cardinal is turning gelid. The wound of the heart which is throbbing monotonously is now clotted with hardened blood. But sometimes, a sudden flashback can crack open the walls of solidified blood, sprinkling the cleansed soul in crimson again. Holy water will stream down from my eyes, scalding two lines down my toes. A demon cannot cry. For his tears will kill him. But being a demonic angel, I like being ‘tortured’ by my own tears.

They had so much joy to share with. I did not say a word. All I have is a sombre tale and I do not want to be pitied. So, I listened to their stories, gossips and jokes. They do not even know that I am the demon of lust.

I was pusillanimous to face them. Behind me there is only a tale of calamities and emasculation. I am ashamed of who I am and what I have. I am abashed to be even talking anymore because I will somehow get into one of my perverted topics again. I should seal my lips and I did.

Let me relish their delight and pleasure for it is already a kind of bliss to me. Let not my sufferings and diseases leak into the world like how Pandora’s box did. Let me see people in blithe and happiness. My wings spread and flap, as I lift off the ground.

Do not look into my hollow eyes.

I have been not a generous giver. I do not ‘touch’ the life of any Tom, Dick and Harry because my power is not unlimited. Sometimes, when I grant someone’s wish, I destroy another person’s when the latter deserves to take it. Sometimes, some of them do not deserve at all my care because they hurt me. When I am battered, I will have to heal thus losing the ability to ‘touch’ other people’s lives. I will be very picky from now on.

If I do listen to my lecturers, why not my dad who is also a doctor? Why rebel against the patriarchal figure after whom I have to model? Why rebel against the breadwinner who raises me up? Why rebel against the epitome of masculinity? Why rebel against my creator? If there is no he, there is no me. Why rebel against someone who has ‘been there, done that’? Why rebel against someone who used to be a young man like me? Why rebel against the old man? He is the man. I am the boy. If I continue rebelling, I will be a boy forever. I will stop resisting his domineering attitude.

A poem for a birthday girl

Wednesday, May 9th, 2007

To: Jennifer Haw

Another year has gone

But someone has grown more

Like a jade that matures in a darker tone of green

Of grass a total opposite

Under the sign of Taurus

Born a beautiful baby

Radiant, lovely and tenacious

With its hearty and sweet symphony

As her beauty perpetuates

The hearts of many melt

As her love disseminates

Her warmth many felt

Her birth, her day

We celebrate, we play

In our embrace she falls and lays

God bestows us with a present wrapped with ribbons and lace!

From: King

Nobody wants to listen to a loser’s story 败者为寇

Wednesday, May 9th, 2007

回溯昔日,我的成绩还挺理想。可是,中学时和现在比较,我的成绩已一落千丈。

Since I have got to Monash, my grades have been disappointing.

我不知道自己迷惘了多久。这么多年来我好像都在浑浑噩噩地渡过。若问自己有什么成就,我也答不出一两句。

Where is my light? Why am I always delusional? When will I wake up? Where is my wake up call? Where is my alarm clock? Who is my guru? Who is my sensei? Who is my master? Why do I have to guide myself all the way? Or people have been giving guidance but I just would not listen?

我变笨了吗?为什么我的成绩变得这么糟糕?我可是个博士的儿子叻。难道我没有遗传他的基因?

My confidence has been again dwindled by my results. These are my results but I am not my results. I can create a different result. I can creat a different tomorrow.

如果能像蜘蛛侠同时兼顾学业,救世,战敌,爱情和友情,不亦乐乎?可是,我是个比普通还要更普通的,自以为是的小伙子。

If I could be the lousiest model of Terminator (T-800 Model 101), I would be more than happy. But sadly, I am not even close to it. I do not have to be Bruce Lee. If I could be Jackie Chan, it would be more than enough. Again, unfortunately, I do not at all epitomize a martial arts spirit.

自卑还是诚实?笨拙还是慵懒?可恶!我要发奋图强!我不可以输给自己!

All this while, it has been never a battle with others. It has been a battle within. I will fight with all I have!

痛彻心扉

Saturday, May 5th, 2007

当全部梦想都粉碎时,一个梦想却实现了。我终于成为像MTV中的伤心男主角。

我会选择在凌晨时刻,万籁俱寂的时候,用眼泪淋湿我的面孔。那是已累积在我体内很久的毒素。

我希望每次把我眼睛哭得模糊时,也能把记忆抹得模糊些。

我会不停地把我的沮丧换成一篇篇的文章。我会把心中的悲哀和遗憾换化为泪水。

虽然父亲不知道我的状况,不过我知道他会叫我做什么。‘男人要以事业和国家大事为重。男女私情莫耿耿于怀’。

黄昏下的琴键太寂寞
来来去去只剩很拙的双手
陪着固执的我
不停弹奏不停地犯错
想起他为你唱歌时的温柔
我会笑着难过
他能给你保护代替我的照顾
这是我最后的祝福
谢谢你的结束冷却后的残酷
谢谢你的知足告诉我别再付出
谢谢你的温度记忆留在最初
谢谢你曾让我幸福
不停唱着愈来愈清楚
想起你看他眼神中的满足
我学会了服输
我只能偷偷地为你祝福
想着手心的感触
想着脸颊的温度
谢谢你那些年为我付出

谢谢你曾让我们幸福