This is what it looks like if you are sitting on a remote control car

I mounted a video camera on my Tamiya Ta05R.

Enjoy..

Couldn’t get to full speed… place is too small. I only get to full throttle for 1s before I need to apply break already.

Today at Plaza Singapura

Was at Plaza Singapura this morning to catch Sherlock Holmes.

Suddenly fire alarm sounded, and all the fire-isolation curtain got deployed. Air ventilators went in full burst.

Whole place was very noisy, Then announcement came over the speakers (inaudible due to the air ventilators and fire alarm too loud). Went to the toilet and finally heard the announcement:

“Fire alarm had been triggered within the building. We are currently investigating the situation. Please remain calm.”

10 minutes later…

“There have been an incident within the compound. Please evacuate via the nearest staircase.”

Interestingly, no shoppers evacuate and I can still see people buying movie tickets!
Some shop staff left though.

5 minutes later, the fire-isolation curtains were raised and the alarm was turned off abruptly.

Wonder what the hell happened. Doesn’t seem like a drill to me.

Funny thing is no shopper give a shit about the alarm.

What if a real fire broke out? Cannot even hear the announcement over the air ventilator noise and alarm.

Also notice this bo liao uncle auntie pair, thought I take photo of them, then they take photo of me.

Somemore later when i kept my camera and chatting with my gf at the same place, i saw the uncle came out take another photo of me. Siao one.

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Took some photos of illuma from NLB level 11.

Color was quite cold becos sky was downcast.. gg rain already. Also taking through a glass…
Still damn good result for a compact. Sucks to u DSLR noobs.

My noob attempt at tilt shifting.. the whole idea is to make real world objects look like toy models.

Someone buy me this please?

SGD130 only!!!!

Who is right?

Following my previous entry, this is may just be a result of kids with no maternal love growing up.

Kid you not

Remote Control Transmitter in hand. Remote Control car in a carrying box. I strolled.

A gentle wind kicks up, stirred a few reluctant leaves on the sidewalk. They danced, enthusiastically, using up what little energy that the wind had given them, and settled down again, motionless as a corpse.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! They yelled in agony as I inevitably stepped on a few of them as I go.

Reaching my destination, a recreational court where I could run my Remote Control car. I hear laughter, innocent numerous laughter. Laughter that has no hidden agendas behind them. Laughter that could only mean happiness. Kids, young children, running around, pedaling around on their bicycle, skateboard, roller skates, or what ever their parents decided to pamper them with. How I missed my childhood. Those innocent days.

Around a table sat 4 maids. Chitter-chatter chitter-chatter in foreign tongues. Glad to be relieved of housework. Glad to be away from abuse. Enjoying the little freedom they had. Enjoying the little time that they get to do things out of their own accord. An occasional glance at the kids. As long as the kids’ limps and heads are still attached together, the maids carried on chatting, not a care in the world.

I reached my favorite bench and sat down. Opened my carrying case and took out the Remote Control car.

Footsteps. Running. I looked up. A horde of kids had surrounded me. The questioning began.

“Uncle, how much the car?”
“Uncle where can buy this car? My papa say he will buy for me.”

I replied, “Firstly, I am not uncle. Please call me Gor Gor. The car cost $2000 and can be bought at Bukit Lalan Ave 1 the shopping centre there.”

Bukit Lalan Ave 1 don’t exist. 2000 is a random number that I plucked off the air. A white lie is a good lie. I’m saving Singapore from overly-pampered kids, one kid at a time.

I started up the car. Ran it, tuned it. I love the speed and agility of my car. The illusion of freedom that it afforded me. The sense of being in control comforted me.

Then it began again.

The kids started chasing. It is my theory that spoilt kids have an illusion of grandeur. All of them tried to out run my car travelling at 35Mph. Then the problem arise. With more than 5 kids running around the court, in random, Brownian-like motion, how can I avoid hitting any of them? If I injured them, it would be my fault. If i crashed and destroyed my car, it would be my fault.

Doesn’t make sense to involve myself in a lose-lose situation. I slowed the car down, started running it in circles. The kids chased blindly. I counted 13 rounds of circle before the long snake of kids behind my car started to realised that they were being toyed with. The car is not a toy. The kids are.

Taking into account how much they were being pampered and their apparent lack of thinking skills, I fear for their future.

I drove the car towards me for an inspection. They crowded around. One fat kid tried to snatch my Remote Control Transmitter. He hit the accelerator. Pure luck that I had turned it off already, otherwise skins on the index finger of a little girl would have rubbed all over my gear. Blood would have sprayed. I would have wasted a T-shirt. I glared at him.

“Don’t touch, the price of this thing can easily cost more than 3 of your bicycle.”

“My bicycle is $500″, came the quick reply.

“My transmitter is $600.” I lied.

The boy looked stunned.

The little girl, so cute and huggable, whose skin was saved by me without even knowing, declared, “Don’t lie la hahahaha. Your bicycle only $75. You SIAO ah you. Say $500.”

I didn’t start using the word “siao” until I was in Secondary 2. I guess that with the push towards giving kids education at a younger and younger age, we can only expect this education to be very holistic. This little girl is barely 7 years old.

Another boy cut in, “haha you kuku bird!”

The little girl laughed. “HEHEHE ku ku bird. HEHEHEHE ku ku!”

She pointed at the boy’s ku ku bird.

This development is alarming.

Yet, I ready my car for another run. After all, I’m here to have fun, not play big brother and scold children.

My car started, they chased again. The boy with the $500 bicycle found a discarded plastic bottle. He started using my car as target practice. Of course, he couldn’t even take a hit, but I’m not particularly proud of my car’s evasion ability either.

The kuku boy came up to me from behind, and before I could react, squeeze the throttle trigger on my Remote Control Transmitter. The car surged forward in a sudden acceleration, and almost crashed into the little girl. I steered the car away just in time. Without her realising it, I saved a beauty twice in one evening.

This is no longer fun. Enough is enough. I gathered them.

“Either you sit here and watch, then I play and drive fast, or you chase and I don’t move the car.”

“But but but chasing is fun!” came a reply.

A malay kid promptly said, “come come sit down”. This malay kid was the best behaved of the lot. He assisted me in changing tires and never once chase the car. Instead he tried to stop other kids from chasing the car without me asking him to. It is of no coincident that those spoilt, badly behaved kids are all Chinese, while this Malay kid was the most well-behaved. Before anyone accuse me of being racist, I’m a Chinese too. It has nothing to do with race.

The key reason is the family structure. In such enlightened days when we have outsourced our constructions to foreigners, a large part of our service industry to foreigners, and even our sex industry to foreigners, the role of a mother in the family had also long been outsourced to foreigners. Maids.

You don’t see Malay families with maids. You don’t see Indian families with maids. You see Chinese families with maids. And you see that Chinese kids are the worst behaved. I don’t see coincidence here. I see cause and effect.

And what of our future? Our future will be filled with kids brought up by maids, without the proper discipline and love that a mother would provide.

And what were their actual mothers doing? Busy making more money in order to hire maids? Busy making money to feed our “men in white”, all drawing more money than Obama. The percentage of Singaporean families with maid/domestic helper is much higher than that of USA too. Lower the salary of “men in white”, free up busy working mothers. You get better and properly disciplined and loved kids. You get a better future for this country.

All that ran through my head as I drove the car back to me for another round of inspection. Dislodged a leaf stuck in the drive train. My anger was mounting. Accidents are really going to happen with such misbehaved kids. The odds of being a hero 3 times consecutively in one evening is too low. I issued an ultimatum.

“Either you don’t chase the car, or I go other place to play.”

Less than one minute later, I left.