Saturday, July 19, 2008
Just before my beloved shini whacks me with a slipper, I guess I'll deliver on what I promised. A new play's in town called Sathai & Saakadai. [In translation, skin and err, sewage? I don't know much about this. If need be, I'd put you through to the lady in charge. Maybe what she sent me might be of help if you're interested and intelligent enough to indulge in intellectual plays like this.]
"Flesh explores the reality of human behaviour being taken as a product of interest. Sexual satisfaction is juxtaposed as flesh trade. This concept is triggered from the recent influx of media programmes, where sexuality was used as a commodity to satisfy a global demand. The writer tries to highlight the sexual expectations and exploitations that occurs socially through this experimental performance. The play is positioned within a complex barter trade practiced in society where sex is the commodity."
"'Saakadai', penetrates into our identity beyond our given names and digs out the disgust, filth and rubbish we have successfully decorated with materialistic forms over all these years. The play explores the disgusting nature of people where the words they speak, emit the stench of faeces; the sights they see, direct to the residence of vulgar; the things they do, shock and cripple one’s comprehension on the way some people can live their lives.. lives of sewer. 'Saakadai' devours on the stinking societal issues that are happening right before our very own eyes yet regarded transparent as if it never existed."
[Yes yes, I know this show's soo not me. Cannot help it. I promised her I'll blog this. Everyone knows vulgar's my middle name. BUT, it'll be good for the rest of you. Do not follow my footsteps. I've booked a one way ticket to hell as it is. And if you need to find out more, do let me know. My MSN add's on the right. Or visit the links listed below to find out more. Adios.]
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http://www.facebook.com/profile.php*id*1245802405&ref=ts
Youtube:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=1HBDWhWYR4k
Labels: Plays, Sathai And Saakadai
If you, even in your wildest dreams, ever had this thinking that I came from a well to do/average family, wipe that damn thought off your fuck mind immediately. I hate the rich. I hate money. And I don't give a motherfuck if you rich fucks love me or hate me. I don't give a motherfuck how you bought your condo/bungalow/car or whatever valuable. Be it movable or unmovable property. You're still rich to me. You do not deserve my friendship. What the fuck do people like you know about us? What have you seen to tell me you didn't have an easy time having what you've got. Fuck you. You don't know what I have been through. Have you ever slept with your family along with every single thing you owned under a block just because you didn't have a house to stay in? Fuck you. Have you ate bread for a whole week cause you wanted to save that much money that could afford you bread day after day? Fuck you. Have you ever had to walked from one destination to another kilometers apart just cause you didn't have enough to afford a bus to say the least? Fuck you. Don't come tell me you ain't rich and that your parents are. I will fucking slap you to your grave if I ever chance upon you. You think everyone in Singapore is well to do and not poor? What the fuck do you know? I've been there, done that. I've slept together with drug addicts sharing the same cardboard box and thrown towel exchanging opinions on how cruel life is. I've slept together with people who stab for a living who knew my situation listening to how tough life is and what I should do to make it out. Heck, I've eaten with prostitutes whom, while eating, have teared and told me how tough life was that made them change. Did you even know there are Singaporean prostitutes who sell themselves just because they need to make ends meet? You rich fucks know nuts. Don't fucking act like you went through hell to make it big. Fuck you. I've seen hell. And fuck, now hell's afraid. Put me anywhere, I'll make it out of it. Such was the intensity of what I went through. My mum's my queen. Single handedly, she brought up two kids to where they stand now. She taught me how to stay strong in desperate situations. She taught me survival. She taught me life. I've ran away from home and did things that'll make you pop your eye. I've been through so much that I nearly wanted to end my life once cause I thought the end was nearing. I've lost counts on the times I was at the rooftop with my friends drinking and I would walk over to the edge thinking everything would be fine if I just leaped across. I've hung out with people whom the society chucked aside and labeled. Why the fuck would I care? They gave me food when I needed it most. They offered shelter when the rest were happily in their own homes warm and cozy. I don't wanna hear you rich fucks talk. I don't want anyone to condemn others. What the fuck do you know about their hardship? I will slap the words along with the letters back into your windpipe and watch u choke with glee. Who the fuck was there for me when I had nowhere to go? Where were my relatives? What the fuck did friends do for me? Most importantly, where was this stranger called my dad when my mum was struggling all by herself trying to make sure I didn't go hungry and had shelter over my heads? I depended on absolutely no one. Cause it's always you against the world. Never, ever depend on someone. Stand on your fucking feet. And please do take note. If you live in anything bigger than a HDB flat, you are deemed rich and do not come anywhere with my arm's radius. A punch will be thrown at you. In case you didn't know, I'll let you know. I do not associate with anyone rich. I might smile but it'll end as that. I will not hang out with you nor make conversation. And do not make conversation and end up hurt like someone this morning. I'm don't care who you are in society but you certainly mean shit to me. I'll throw anyone away without any mercy. Be it my friend or family. And that leaves me with one last issue to settle.
Friends. Very important elements of life- NOT. For every friend, I lose, I can make two more. If you ever thought you can fuck me up and I'll just keep quiet and forget about it, think twice. You try once, I'll fuck you twice. It goes in the doubles. Today I'm about to let you know that you've been fucked off from my life. With or without your consent. So if you've disappeared from my life for months, made plans and canceled at the very last fucking minute when I apply leave coz I gave your fuck ass too much importance, tried contacting you but magically your phone failed to receive ONLY my particular calls and messages or got attached and detached yourself from your friends, keep your status that way. Coz I don't wanna see you returning back. Please don't come ask me if I am angry with you. I am not. No offense and none taken. I have far too many friends to bother about you anyway. I gave you importance and your bitch ass took it for granted. Now I don't know who you are and you, definitely don't know me well enough. By tomorrow, my phonebook will have less than 20 numbers and my friendster will be limited to a total capacity of100 people only. 100 people who have made me feel like I was important in their lives along with new friends made. And not just to make up the numbers.
After thinking through, I decided to not fuck your name up here. I shall instead drop you clues that I waved your bitch ass goodbye. Saves your face. Appreciate the fact that I saved you that much at the least for negligence.
1) Your contact number would have been deleted off by now and your calls and messages will not be entertained henceforth.
2) Your email address would have been erased off from my list and every single mail you send me will be sent to my thrash which auto-deletes itself.
3) You will no longer be in my MSN contact list coz I obviously think contacts are very important and you are cluster-fucking my MSN.
4) You will no longer be greeted by smiles but instead a sharp stare from me when I bump into you in the streets.
5) You will no longer be in my friendster and my profile will be private so that you won't need to dig into my ass to find out what's happening in my life. [Go check and see if you qualified under my 'not- needed anymore' category. The number of friends dropped from a near 200 to just 100 now.]
6) Any other means of communication which enables you to interact with me.
Just before I go, I just thought I let you know that I don't need the whole world for friends. I am not running a popularity contest on earth. I just need a few good ones. Will make my day. And this blog will be soon password protected. So if the rest of you need to read, you know who to ask for the password when I do password protect it soon. Adios.
Labels: Friends, Friendster
Thursday, July 17, 2008
After the torturous 21 days in hell, they think they can change me. Are you fucking out of your mind? Where in the world did anyone get such an idea? It's my way or the highway. Magically, they now think I'm awaiting the opportunity to overthrow the SAF. See, the SAF is very used to having submissive bitches. So when someone like me steps in once in a while, they just don't know how exactly to handle you. Point is, I was born to stand out. Not blend in. So fuck what you heard. It's what you're hearing.Anyhow, today, after god-knows how long, I came across the most horrible friend on earth. AGAIN. The last time I did something for him was when I rewrote the lyrics to "Sorry, blame it on me" by Akon into something sweet as a change to love letters. Which his, then girlfriend now ex-girlfriend, read and dropped on her knees for him cause it was, by far, the most sweetest thing she has ever read. She went around showing all her friends how awesome it was what her boyfriend had written for her. I knew from then that a relationship between them was impossible. She actually thought he wrote that by himself. Shows how much she knows him. Him, of all people. The guy who misspelled 'snake' as 'sanke' and argued with me for 10 minutes during my recess time when I was still eating my $1 Mee Soto that his was the American way of spelling snake. Tsk Tsk.
Meanwhile, I owe two friends two favours. I am extremely shagged to the giduga today. I will however blog real soon [NOTE:The word 'soon' is subjective here. And please put down that parang.] And yes SATOI, sorry sorry, shini, I will blog about your 'Sathai & Saakadai' pretty soon. I've not chucked it aside. And no, I will not follow my policy of 'Why delay what you can do today when you can completely forget about it' on you. How could I? I is will blog it soon miss shini. Pinky promise to the Pipi.
[P.S: Don't ask me why so last minute one hor. If not for last minutes, I wouldn't even get anything done!]
Adios.
Labels: NS
