A Bottle of Red Wine

I had the luxury of enjoying a bottle of red wine with 2 of my khahis at boat quay on saturday. The wine was good. The atmosphere was just fine considering the fact that we hadn't had any good place to chill out when Wet and Whistle closed it doors. It may have been better if there were just jazz music and the seats were a little cosier. It would also have helped if they had more than one pencil and song book for the whole pub to share.

Khaki ONE was treating the red wine like coca cola. I didn't even think he enjoy the drink, only the company of me and Khaki TWO. Khaki ONE apparently just gulp down the wine mouthfuls by mouthfuls and allegedly agreed that the wine was good. Kudos to him for making the effort to enjoy the drink. AH... One other thing was when he sang, he let out a shiek during a start of the song. I quite like this part. It was funny, at least to me.

Khaki TWO was a tad sick to fully enjoy and bask in the fun. However, i believe the marlboro was treating his illness very well. Unless the government bans smoking, i do not think he is going to quit any time soon. Lets hope nothing bad happens! AH... we both spotted a piece of meat that looked very much like sashimi in the urinal. Can you believe it? Which moron would throw sashimi in the urinal? Does he expect that big lump of meat to get flushed down the 10 over small holes in the urinal? Yuck!

I was enjoying the wine though i cannot really differentiate between what's or good or bad wine. As long as they all taste the same as the previous one i had then i guess they are good.
The sharing of a common space, a bottle of wine, a common concensus upon the idea of good wine just amazes me. The outcome of the trip was definitely good. But the idea that left a good impression upon us was really not identical.
Khaki ONE: The company the wine was share with.
Khaki TWO: The chance to smoke without hiding and the taste of the wine.
Me: The long forgotten times that we once had at Wet.
Old things interest me. They have a history behind them that gives them the character and mystery. Old times are the same. Forgetting the times shared together are especially easily when we are all tied down by the work we had to do.

The bottle of red wine i had with them brings back some sweet, smoothing memories we had. Just like the taste of the wine.

Inequality

Recent incidents have only proven the moral degradation of the human nature. The NKF chief scandal causes much upheaval to otherwise ignorant public about the money that was to be for the sick people. The gold plated tap which was least expensive in the eyes of the Chief was the salary of a man for the month. How could balance of the world be tipped to such an extent that the rich poor divide just grows and grows! Ridiculous! Isnt us all suppose to be upon equal standings. Such prolification of ideas seems only reasonable in the eyes of the Law, but even in it does the evil of inequality persists. When has the equality of man that change? Why did we come to this stage whereby people are judge based on the wealth they accumulated either through their own or their forefathers? When did all these inequalitable entities come to such an extent that extravagance on the part of one is bears the livelihoods of many others?

"Too many such questions numbs my mind. I need a break. Please give me the answers. I cannot wait."

An innocent commuter

The bomb went off killing the innocent commuters that wasn't in anyway in any part of the disputes that the world and its leaders are at. Victims of these cruel bloodsheds are often always the masses; they do not have the top level security the leaders enjoy. Easy targets for the vicious and terroristic attuned vultures that prey upon them. The blast has shaken and woken the communities to stay vigilant against the real threat of terror. London may be nautical miles away but the chance of such events occuring here remains very high. Remember the planned bomb attacks that was to be carried out by the local terror group? They had filmed the layout of Yishun Mrt station and planning to execute the demolition. Even though their targets have been the US forces that had been stationed here, innocent bystanders would defintely feel the impact of such brutality.
"We have to stay strong and not let such acts of brutality stops us from moving on."
"We will not give up on the way of life that we have been living."
Words that conveyed such messages vibrates the drums of our ears especially in such times. But SO WHAT? My concern is to go to work and earn a living to feed my family. The conflict the world and its leaders has with the disillsioned has now becomes my problem, when in no way i was really part of the equation. I hate the dynamics at work here. But this is just going to be the way things would be for a long time to come and i would pray hard and be thankful that i remain safe when i reach my destinations. For the Londoners killed, they are the victims of the dynamics in these crazy world we have come to built. We have built a world where the destruction becomes the avenue for the expression of "freedom" and by forcifully subduing the destructors we hope to create a facade of peace. These are expressions for the meaning of the word FAKE, DISILLUSION and PANDEMONIUM. Such is the world we reside in, and that can only be getting to the destruction of the world.
As the G8 Submit meets to solve the poverty issues of the world at large, the threat of terror remains the top agenda on the list of the EU and the United States. As the blast has gone off in the city centre of London attacking the main vein of the transportation systems, we can draw parallels to the 9-11 incident in New York amd Pentagon in Washington D.C. The focus of the disillusioned has shifted. It has shifted to the European countries as the United States tighten its security. As the US and EU beomes more vigilant, the eye of threat may yet shift again towards the Asia Pacific Region. I hope however it will not happen to me.
I am just a innocent commuter going to work in Changi Airport. There may be pregnant lady beside me, a school boy with schoolbag packed with books, a sexily dressed office girl, maybe there will be a grandfather dozing off on the train. I am just a innocent commuter...