Bintan+Adarling's 18th.
It's been a rather eventful week, 5 days of activity. Went Bintan for holiday with my family, and to be honest that was quite a boring trip so I take back 'activity' from the '5 days'.Besides boring, it was a rip-off. Everything there was calculated in SGD instead of rupiah, which was convenient for us but also a clear indication of Singaporean's vested interest in visiting that area(and getting ripped off). It was fun, the hotel was nice, the view was good, there were a lot of bikini babes(some hot, some...not so hot), and the sun was blazing, and the beach was clean, and the swimming pool was nice, and the banana boat was orgasmic, and the fishes were hard to catch, and the meals there were not exactly fantastic for the money we're paying, and that's basically all we did there.
Really. We spent most of our time either on the beach or in the swimming pool, and to travel 1hr on the ferry just to swim is quite extravagant, but enjoyable all the same. Oh and we bought duty-free booze on the way there at the Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal, and the amount was enough for a bath.
And speaking of baths, I finally had one after 7 years, and it was quite amazing what baths could do to you. I wanked into the water, and I saw my semen shooting out slowly as is the nature of water--it slows stuff down. It was disturbing and I didn't try it on the second/third day.
And on the last day, while waiting for the bus to bring us back to the ferry terminal, my mum decided to try shisha, and my 7 year old cousin and older cousins also had a go at it. It wasn't fantastic, it was quite dreadful because I don't like the smoke. I like smoke effects, like being able to exhale it from the smoke, but I don't like it from my nose because I just...don't. After effects was worse, it seemed like it deprived my brain of oxygen and I felt light-headed and difficult to breathe and I don't like it when I lose control of my body.
And basically that's all. Oh and there were 'parties' organized by my cousins everyday in the hotel room(s), and we did a lot of stuff during the parties, and this list is exhaustible:
1) Eat potato chips
2) Drink soft drinks
3) Play the iPad my uncle bought
My sister named it the 'Get Fat sessions', and I couldn't agree more. That plus all the beer throughout all 3 days could be a lethal combination for any lesser man(to get fat) but luckily due to my high metabolic rate and strong constitution, I did not get (too) fat.
Yea that's basically about it for the Get Fat Sessions and the whole Bintan trip. It was fun, but the price was too high for such a fun. We could have simply rented hotel rooms in Singapore and we could do the same, except that it'd be minus the beach and banana boat.
Here's something rare: Pictures
1) This amused me slightly, probably because I was quite a sua gu at that time and didn't know how this works, so I decided to bring this amazement I felt to you people who are reading it:
Here's a picture of the swimming pool. I took it before we left:
Here's a picture of the shisha thingum. Do not focus on the shisha though. What I was really taking a picture of was...well you'd see:
Shall skip the 4th day of activity because it didn't go down too well for me.
And yesterday, Wednesday, was Adarling's birthday, and I was invited to the birthday celebrations so I went along with another 3 Cat High friends. He invited his MJC friends too and it was a bit awkward because one of them tried to grope me after seeing me grope the other 4 Cat High people present, and I wasn't wearing any underwear because I couldn't be bothered to put on any, and it was at Marina Square and I was hoping that the collective weight of my wallet+handphone would not be large enough to pull my pants down and expose my large weapon to the world. Well, at least it made me pay attention to where I'm walking to, and normally I'm gravitating towards large posters of women in various states of undress.
So much that a JBH decided to draw Paedo-Bears on my hands:
And because I've been missing for such a long time and snooping around on Facebook pissed me off about something, I'm going to blog about something else--OCIP.
I've never been to any OCIP-s before, and I'm not exactly interested in any(you may say sour grapes, and I probably won't deny), but seeing people profess their love for OCIP and how fun it is is quite a turn off.
I don't get it. To help people, you generally need to find people who need help. And people who need help probably don't find it fun to need help in the first place. To put things into perspective if you're a slow person, a beggar could be happy that you gave him 10 bucks, but he'd probably prefer to be someone able to give 10 bucks instead of being on the receiving end of kindness. There's an apt Chinese adage: 施比受更有福, which just means it's more fortunate to give than to receive.
I might be reading too much into this, but I think that to gloat over your own fortune at the expense of others' misfortune is quite against the notion of 'help', right? In fact I don't like the word 'help', I prefer the word 'support', because help just makes it sound like you're putting someone else down, for the reason I stated above.
What I don't get is that people here are actually missing the simple fare they had in the place they visited for their OCIP. It's like saying that they miss being famished, when the people there don't want to be famished in the first place. Isn't it a very direct snub at the people living in the place of supposed misfortune? Isn't it inappropriate for people to go around posting such stuff on Facebook, like 'Oh I miss helping people'?
These are the feel-good people--they do things only to make themselves feel good. They don't really give a shit about the peoples' lives, they just want to know that they 'helped'. They want certain random elements in their lives to be present, they want others to be in a position where they need help so that they themselves could the victims of circumstances, and they forget that the people they 'helped' would still remain underprivileged as compared to them. Gloating about their own fortunes on a virtual medium, or rather, any form of gloating, is altogether inappropriate. Fucked up people.
Isn't OCIP supposed to transform people for the better? To be more thankful for their own charmed lives in Singapore? And not to 'miss' the hardships they faced? Teenagers these days really don't know how to cherish their own lives, or the lives of others for the matter. You are not supposed to 'miss' OCIP, you're supposed to recall those memories of people you supported, and hope to bring the same happiness you brought to your previous beneficiaries unto other people that are less fortunate than you.
This is a 'wish', and not something that you should feel nostalgic about. I believe that Mother Teresa did not enjoy the work she has done. She does not want to have to do her work at all. She would not miss doing her work if she does not have to. I am no saint, but I understand this notion. So why are people treating it like an excursion, a fun thing?
Another thing about teenagers--they trivialize everything. What should be touching, moving, turns out to be 'fun', and this 'fun' consumes everything else they should feel.
-- 6/10/2010 11:40:00 AM