Bittersweet Singapore N me glasses

For all those who have not been up to date with my life, I am returning to Singapore on the 7th July. My glasses also has given up on life and has officially expired after 7 years of use. I have decided to pen a poem in fond rememberance of the wild times and the not so wild times.

Oh Pentax model 10245, oh pentax model 10245,
This day on the 30th of May, I watch you die.
Ripping you off my face in gym,
you shuddered and broke your limb,
I forget sometimes that after hammer curls,
I tend to have more strength than a little girl.

I first set eyes on you before my GCE Os,
future so promising and spirit so bold.
I touched you once and I think you knew then,
Your life will never be boringly bland.
Brought you to school on the day after,
my face you protected after I ran into a pillar.
You were scratched and bruised but nary did you falter,
For you knew our love can only get stronger.

I think you had reservations at the first time to the gym,
When I dropped you on the floor and stepped on you again.
Deformed in ways to boggle the mind,
Arthiritis would have been much more kind.

And then came Emperor Lee and his Singaporean Army,
He came to get both you and me.
We went into the sea, jungle and mud,
you grew battered whenever I bled blood.
We survived that painful 2 years,
in the service and in abject fear.

You were with me when I was driving,
up the highways and into that car.
If you were alive I would have heard you sighing,
about life and your leg which I stretched so far.
You survived the flight to Australia,
all the momentous events you helped me see so clear.
And then I killed you finally today,
but know that in my heart you will always stay.

Ok, so its not Blake, I dont care. Its good enough for one lousy pair of glasses. I would post pictures but frankly, these contacts are burning me out.
I will be back in singapore on the 7th of July. Just a note to Cousin cow, if you need stuff/courier service, just holler... and I heard about the str*p (this word has been censored for the minors reading this site) poker session... hee hee hee. Dont worry, I have very delicate sensibilities which would have been mortally disturbed (i.e. murdered) if I had participated. And you know I mean that in reference to the other potentially naked players. Thanx for that very insinuating throat clearing session at that bus stop the other day though... I will sooo get Kev to milk you. But I digress... alot.

I love Singapore, it sucks in many ways, but at least its more logical to understand than most other cities. I plan to firstly, get BBQed to a crispy black so that I look like a muslim Jihad extremist with love on his mind (love being the 40 virgins he gats in muslim heaven when he combusts with his bombs). I also plan to drive from the East to the West at least 3 times on my second day, all I need is the liquified remains of a small dinosaur and one Joshua Choo KY (who is not chicken) whom I normally use to tell me If I am gonna hit something major. I plan to download all the anime, TV episodes and not porn on my kickass 6.5 MBPS connection to save up for my next stint in Kampong Anzac Pde. I plan to meet up with Meiji (you know who you are) and monopolize her pool (which is free... mwahahahaha) and her Meiji snacks. The thing about Meiji is it comes with my lecturer and his wife and 4 hours of Mahjong which although fun to begin with is not so after you have lost all your chips and start trading your (her) Meiji snacks with my fatass lecturer (who still maintains he is not fat).
I think I had alot more to say but its 0130 in the freakin morning and I can almost start to believe hell froze over from here (i.e. ass getting cold).