In Continuum.

S.P.A.T.

[Regarding the first SPAT meeting]
Will,"I'll tell you one thing. Men are bastards. After about ten minutes I wanted to cut my own penis off with a kitchen knife."

First an foremost,i'd like to explain to everybody,just what the hell "SPAT" is.So Kenneth Kwan,my fellow book freak in the company,was reading this book ive read before called "About A Boy" by Nick Hornby.Due to a certain incident that happened to a friend of mine just last weekend,a line from the movie adaptation of the book sort of made me laugh,as i thought over it in bed that night.

Basically SPAT stands for "Single Parents Alone Together".Will is the protagonist of the story,being a stuck up British(Like the rest of them).His father was one of those "One-Song Wonders",who wrote this Christmas song long ago and got famous.Everytime somebody decides to play that song they'd have to pay whoever that wrote that song.Since Will's father died,he has been living off that amount of money ever since.Being an irresponsible,arrogant and most of all,horny Londoner,he decided one day to start dating single mothers.The only place,he thought,with a grand collection of such extraordinary species,was at the SPAT.So,he decided to head down one day and check out the gathering,and hopefully in the process of doing so pick up some hot single mom.

However,to his dismay,all the women there are horrendous looking.I mean,not just bad looking,but old,fat and well,just pretty screwed up.They shared stories with each other,and after a long session of sharing Will said the above quote,saying that he wanted to cut his own penis off with a kitchen knife because he felt so guilty for being a man.

Well,i guess in a way i do feel Will's sentiments.Sometimes,you just hear stories around you,about certain boyfriends being this way to certain girlfriends.The stuff people tell you,they just throws you off your seat sometimes,and you start to wonder if your female friends,the victims of such crimes,are going to start stereotyping all men because one or two in their lives turned out to be single-molecular life forms living off the sight of sexy females in tank tops and whanking.Because seriously,however hard i try to convince myself that i am the exceptional,i still find it extraordinarily difficult to deny the fact that men are bastards.

Let's just say that i am typing this blog out on a neutral stand point.Of course,i cannot say that all females are "stereotyping bitches" or that "all men are animals with brains in their balls".Because i know of rational,sensible human beings out there who are the exceptions.There are,however,instances,you wonder just what the hell somebody was thinking when he did something,or said something to somebody else.

So at times,when my female friends are telling me how stupid certain admirer is,or how screwed up their boyfriends are,i feel like grabbing my mother's kitchen knife as well.In that moment,like how a thief wears a mask when they are robbing a bank,i just feel like making myself unrecognisable,somehow make the person i am talking not know that i am of the opposite sex.In that way,in a way,perhaps i wouldnt feel half as bad as being the sex that i already am.

Are we going to allow these bastards to roam the streets and make the rest of us,the unique and exceptional few,stereotyped ideas of them?They are like pests,the ones that crawl all over your Oreo if you leave it unattended for a few minutes.You just feel like spraying Baygon all over them,and then pour bleach all over those bastards.

Im in camp right now,surfing the net through the computers in the CyberCorner.Yeah,they do have computers in the camp,and MSN!That's a blessing definitely.Anyway,it's a bitch that you cannot log in to Friendster,for whatever reason that website was forbidden to users.It's amazing though,how technology is able to infiltrate the wilderness such as Choa Chu Kang.Seriously,if you look out of my bunk window all you see is green,and then more green beyond.

In twenty years' time,perhaps,humans might be able to plant chips in human heads.Thus,eliminating the imperfect specimens known as:The irresponsible male lifeforms.To save the rest of us,the rarities,out of the miseries of being stereotyped forever.My fingers are crossed.