Taking Care of Little Ones

I'm clumsy when it comes to children and small lifeforms. I mean, there's a reason why I took fucking Judo, martial art that teaches you how to fall.

At arm's length, babies are fine. But up close and personal, fuck. I. AM. Terrified. Even with my god daughter, I am STILL terrified.

So it's by a stroke of irony that I have to bring 3 abandoned kittens in. XT's taking care of them right now, but she has to head overseas. So like it or not, I'm stuck with them for a day.

Thank goodness they're still alive after one day of ignorant care. Thank you, Shelled for taking care of them. If they stayed any longer with me, they're probably gonna be screwed. You're brilliant.

I know NOTHING of taking care of them. Sorry, you 3, for being responsible for subjecting ya'll to cold and chills. Thank God they're mostly ok now. Or I really have no idea how I'm gonna live with myself.

In order from right to left. MostlyBlack, Half Without, and Half With.

A hand and 2 legs ful.

Alright. Enough of my topless pictures and the 3 pussies. Back to your regularly scheduled program.

God's Punishment To Mankind

The Flu.

Combined, the flu has caused more death, complications and misery than very possibly any other disease in the world.

And since there's never been any effective cure, we're screwed to suffer it one way or another till armaggedon.

Rest Well My Friend

I'm sorry I didn't know until yesterday. I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to say goodbye.

Thanks for the Hoegaardens that you always split with me the first thing I arrive at the bar every time.

Thank you, for sharing your dreams and excitement of being a dad for the first time.

Thank you, for the pranks you pulled on me, and we, on the other customers.

Thank you, for sharing with me what you wanted to do, so your family can have a better life.

Thank you, and I'll miss you Halid. There will be one more name to remember when the song plays.

HEELLLLOOO MARIE DIGBY

I is going to the Marie Digby showcase in SINGAPORE.

YEESSS!!! Ridz, your wish came true, but I got first dibs. w00t!!!


My first Marie Digby song.

So This Is Bali

Visited Bali for the first time. There are so many things to remember, and write about, that I shall give you JUST my milestones.

Had a taste of what it's like to stay in a villa. Fucking Awesome. And doing the cannonball into the pool. Doubly Awesome.

Having allegedly the BEST sup buntut in the world. It's a taste explosion, that's what it is. Not as addictive as what the guys make it out to be, but 3 bowls in 4 days. Well, absence makes the heart fonder does it not?

Had a manicure AND a pedicure at the same time. My fingers are shiny.... getting... hyp... no...tised.....

Got to ride a bike again. Man I missed it, even if it's just a 50CC scooter. Petrol in Bali is sold in fucking vodka bottles. Talk about high octane fuel.

Ku De Ta. Fuuuucking amazing view. I think, the view's actually better than the food. And the food was pretty damn good

Learnt how to counter exchange rate cheats. The HARD way. Lesson cost me 100k rups.

Bak Mee Goreng. Another taste explosion. How the hell do they make it taste so good?

Partying ain't all that great. Where the hell are the RnB clubs dammit!?

Getting a king sized bed all to myself. I still sleep on one corner of the bed with 2 of the 4 pillows. I don't think I'll ever get used to luxury. Maybe the extra space is used for other things. Hmmm...

Right. That's all for now. No pictures, at least this time round, and nothing more... adventurous. Or at least, I'm not telling. Heh heh heh.

Top Secret Access

There are 2 kinds of people with Top Secret access to even the most secure of all places in the world.

The person with coffee in his hands, and the one with the broom.

Never look down on anybody.

On that note, there are 2 kinds of people that wear anything they want in a high level corporate office. The boss and the sweeper. Chances are, you'll never quite figure out which is which.

Thought of the Day

I do not pick up women. I make new friends, dammit.

That's me, a friendly kinda guy.

Lesson of The Day

So I've been told that when it comes to negotiations, that I have a tendancy to be condescending.

What's being condescending? It's hard to put an exact finger on it, but it's almost like you're "talking down" to somebody. Professional maybe, but the same way that counter officer at certain government agencies are professional. Cold, mildly degoratory, and basically just looking down your nose at somebody.

I never knew I was like that. Quite a shock really. But looking back I realized that I am. Mildly condescending. And having been on the receiving end, I must say, it is a good lesson learnt and a valuable mirror held up against myself.

And today, I read this in my email,

"When people are aware of the good or bad opinions other people have about them, they want to live up to those opinions. This is why we act out the roles assigned to us. If we receive praise, we want to be worthy of that praise.

"I heard of a police officer who always seemed to be able to get even the toughest criminals to open up and tell him everything. His technique was to tell the criminal, "I know you have a reputation for being the tough guy who's been in a lot of trouble, but everyone tells me the one thing that stands out about you is that you never lie. They tell me that whatever you say, it's always the truth, no matter what."

"Honestly assess how you think you make others feel when they're around you. Do you make them feel small and unimportant, or do you inspire them to achieve more? Your actions towards others will tell them how you feel or think about them, which will in turn determine their behavior!"

"The German writer and poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe once stated, "Treat a man as he appears to be and you make him worse. But treat a man as if he already were what he potentially could be, and you make him what he should be."

- Kurt W. Mortensen

What a wake up call.

(Mis)Adventures in KL

Got back to Singapore at 10am on Monday morning. 8 hours overdue. Sans bus tickets. and picked up a bump on my left temple and my partner a busted knee.

Anyways, this is what happened.

Was in KL for the investors and traders convention cos my partner wanted to check out the KL market and the potential over there.

It was a decent trip. And the dramatics started when we were coming back to Singapore.

Act 1, Scene 1 - The bus station at Pudu Raya, 9pm. Sunday Night.

My partner has bought 2 tickets on a delux coach back to Singapore from the Konsortium counter on Saturday afternooon. We wait, at Dock 12 for the bus to come. Among those waiting, are a few indians, a bunch of Secondary school students and a swedish couple.

Act 1, Scene 2 - The bus station at Pudu Raya, 9:15pm. Sunday Night.

A guy comes over and shouts, "Singapore" and a whole bunch of people stand up. Thinking our bus here, we follow the dude downstairs to the bus bay. Bus is not here, we wait for a bit. He then beckons us to follow him. I am completely uninitiated to KL.

My partner says that it's normal since sometimes the bus stops outside instead of coming in. We follow.

Act 1, Scene 3 - Outside the Bus Station, 930pm. Sunday Night.

The guy leads us for 10 minutes before sitting down and tells everyone to pass their tickets to him. He makes a show of checking, then puts everything in his bag. He then gets up and tells us to carry on walking.

Act 2, Scene 1 - Near the beat up bus, 9:30pm, Sunday Night.

We finally reach a shitty bus. A beat up 40 seater. He says that this is our bus that'll be going back to Singapore. My partner demands our tickets back. The guy attempts to walk away.

We chase after him, with all our luggage still in our arms, he threatens us with his walkie talkie, and walks again. We go after him and attempt to stop him. He swings his walkie talkie and my partner chokes him from the back. He takes another swing and I lock his arm.

We told him that we'll let him go if he gives us our tickets back. We let him go, and he takes a swipe at my partner, and breaks into a run. My partner kicks, misses, and falls. His luggage flies.

I run after him, pins him and takes a couple of swipes at him. "Give us our tickets back," he doesn't and whacks my head with his walkie talkie. Twice. I try to throw him to the ground and sit on him. He runs.

Contemplated running after him, but there are people around my partner, and I got worried. Went back and he busted his knee. I help him up and gathered all our luggage back.

Act 2, Scene 2. Near the beat up bus, 10:30pm, Sunday Night.

The bus driver refuses to move because apparently, dodgy muther-fucker was suppose to pay him, and he's not paying yet.

Another half hour, dodgy mutherfucker comes back with another load of people. They get up the bus, and there's still some space in the bus... but with me glaring at him, he must have decided that better get this group of people outta here.

He pays the bus driver and buggers off. Contemplated jumping off the bus to beat the fuck outta him before he heads off. Decides against it because dunno if I'll miss the bus after.

Act 3, Scene 1. 2 hours outside KL. Unknown Rest stop, 1am. Monday Morning

Dodgy bus breaks down, and can't start again. Everyone waits while the driver calls a replacement.

Act 3, Scene 2. 2 hours outside KL. Unknown Rest stop, 3am. Monday Morning.

We are still waiting. Some people have hitched rides on gas trailers and container trucks. We see an empty bus coming by, and Indian dudes approach to negotiate. I am in awe of his negotiation tactics. I take notes even though I am sleep deprived.

Act 3, Scene 3. In the hitched-a-ride bus. 4am. Monday Morning.

We finally get on our way. With us, are the 4 kids, one of the Indian dudes, and a whole bunch of other people, including this really young kid travelling on his own.

Act 4, Scene 1. Larkin Bus Interchange. 7am. Monday Morning.

Reached Larkin, courtesy of the Indian dude. Helped my partner down the steps and into a cab. We take the cab to a place where there's a Comfort cab waiting, in the basement carpark of Plaza Seni.

Apparently this taxi stand has Singapore cabs that can cross the border.

We pay an extra S$35. Worth it, because we were stuck one and a half hours on the Malaysia side of the Causeway, and another half hour on the Singapore side.

And the fare goes all the way to my partner's place. No idea which way the cab driver went, cos I pretty fucking much concussed on the cab.

Act 4, Scene 2. My partner's place. Singapore. 10am, Monday morning

Dropped my partner off, helped him up to his place before driving back. He will go to hospital later on in the day.

Headed home, bathed and went to work.

Lessons Learnt:
1. Only give the bloody ticket to the bloody conductor, AFTER you get on the bus and are seated. (Thanks Jean!)

2. Don't let the dodgy motherfucker go. Beat the SHIT outta him. Then take the money and the tix from him. He rips us off. We mug him. Turnabout's a bitch.

3. It's always good to be on the SAME side as an Indian in negotiation. If you are not, make sure you are.

4. Keep fit. You never know when you have to beat the shit outta somebody.

Age IS an Issue

Nowadays when someone tells me, "You're 30 and you're still hitting the clubs and dancing?"

I tell them yeah. "you young uns got a lot of catching up to do."

And I can still whoop your ass on the dance floor. Booya.

Singapore Boleh!

Another couple of up and coming designer/entrepreneurs.

When is the men's line coming out chuwen! I can do with at least ONE other shirt in my wardrobe that's not something I have worn 26452 times.

click on the picture, or click here. Your choice.

Style Damsel is by chuwen and dzigna and all the designs are their own. Not bad guys, not bad at all. Now where's the man's line???

The Magicians of Basketball

Now some of the younger ones may not have heard this name before. But the Harlem Globetrotters are so good, that they have taken basketball to an art.

Don't believe me? Take a look.



A bit of trivia. On February 27, 2006, the Globetrotters extended their overall record to exactly 22,000 wins.

Their most recent loss came on March 31, 2006 when they went down 87–83 to the NABC College All-Stars to bring their loss tally to just 345—still a winning percentage of 98.4%.

Maybe the Slingers will get someone from that team in next season? Oh and Jean, wanna try out some of the stunts there?

For Those Of You Who Hate Tele Marketers...

Alice, think about getting one of these.

got this from my Junior's website

For those of you who do not know. You can find out more about the switchblade-wielding, tele marketer-hating, rabbit here.

Changing The World, One Compliment At A Time

I was on the bus the other day, and saw an act of kindness.

The bus driver stopped gently, opened the doors and walked to an old man in the bus.

He then leaned closed and told the gentleman that it's his stop, and proceeded to help him down the bus, taking his time to guide the shaky old man with a walking stick down the steps and into the bus stop before driving off.

It got me thinking. We all know that positive reinforcement works better than negative right?

So why is it that we so are so slow to praise, quick to condemn and expect change fast? Come to think of it, when it comes to trying to get someone to change for the better, we almost NEVER praise.

So in this, I think I'll try a social experiment. I'll encourage things that I'd like to see more of, rather than condemn things I'd like to see less of.

I'll compliment and give praise to what I think is good, rather than hang, draw and quarter what I think is bad.

Let's see what changes. Thank you, driver of SBS 2674 T, for a timely reminder at 1pm on the 6th of March 2008 at the bus stop outside the church at Queen Street.

Kudoes to Another Singaporean Entrepreneur

Congrats XT, on starting your online clothing store!

She carries a really nice line for ladies. Nothing for the men, but hey, she's ALMOST SOLD OUT and it's only the second day. Gives you an idea of how nice her stuff is ya?

(click on the picture to go to the shop. If not, click ME)

No, Edmund will NOT model anything from the store. Yes, even if it's his birthday. We're helping XT, remember guys?

A lot of people talk about starting their own business, but hardly any actually take that step forward. So here's what little I can do, to make your store a success.

So cheers XT, make it happen and congratulations on taking a huge step forward.

PS. Apparently if you quote my blog, you gals can get 10% off. Hey, take the remainder and buy me teh tarik. I don't mind.

The Male Sixth Sense

It is often complained by the fairer sex that we men are insensitive. That we have the intuition of a large rock, and just about as much fashion sense.


And let's be fair. It's true, most of the time.


However, there's one tiny, little known "sixth sense" in the human male that gets conditionally triggered. This sex sense makes the male hyper sensitive to non-verbal cues.


This, what is coined by yours truly to be, the "someone's-pissing-in-my-territory" instinct, is present in all human beings and particularly apparent in the male because of the lack of sensitivity in nearly all other areas.


We men KNOW when another guy/gal/living thing is interested in our significant other. And when we do, the horns come out, the teeth are bared, and suddenly testosterone fills the air and we're ready to "defend our territory".
And like in women, there are men whose sixth sense is hyper-sensitive. The general rule is, the more insecure the man, the more sensitive that sixth sense. In certain cases, this is so extreme that anything male within a 50m radius triggers territorial instincts.


Wanna see the sex sense in action? Try going to a club any Wednesday, Friday and Saturday, and you can see it in action. Field trip anyone? Heh heh heh

Wanted, Dead or Alive

Actually I don't know about the dead or alive part. But I'm pretty sure that there probably won't be a lot of people weeping if he was roughed up a bit, or a lot.

This dude, is Mas Selamat Kastari, aged 45. Walks with a limp, and anyone with photoshop, come on folks, let's FINALLY put it to good use and make variations of this picture, rather than use it to turn Edmund into a Hansum boy.

So if you have seen this man,

Fess up and quietly call 999. Social Media BOLEH!

Mr. Murphy and Tai Sui are Both Mean Boys

When I find EITHER of them, I'll eviscerate him with a blunt spoon and strangle him on his own entrails.

Wedding Speech For A Friend

Was invited to a wedding and was asked to speak. I didn't make it up the stage, cos the wedding singer (not me this time) hogged the limelight.

I thought it summarizes a lot of things I learnt about love, and so I asked for her permission to put it here.

So here goes. And here it goes out to everyone whose wedding I have attended, and will attend. I applaud you and respect you for this amazing commitment that you have taken on yourselves. It'll be a LONG time before I join your ranks.

But in the mean time, well done you, all of you.

"A friend told me that 'the beginning of love is the end of logic.'

Logically, of course. I can understand why it is that these 2 lovely people have gotten together.

The groom's quite a man. Quite a LOT of man. Exactly how much, I think the bride knows better than any of us.

The bride, complements him, but loses none of her own individuality. Like the chilli padi she loves so much. She is a person in her own right, and brings forth the best in the man that she's with.

But we are not here to celebrate logic. We are here to celebrate love. There's no reason in the world, at the end of the day, for them to choose each other.

Among all the chilli padi, and among all the dishes in the world, they have chosen to commit to each other for the rest. of. their. lives.

So we celebrate this magical, crazy, illogical, senseless, wonderful thing, that has brought the 2 of them together.

We celebrate their love.

Now a word of advice, dear hearts. There will be no happily ever after. You will quarrel, irritate each other, and get pissed off in return. You will fight, and you will jump on one another. But through it all, you will still love each other, so remember to show it.

So to your new life together. May it not be perfect. But May you find beauty in that imperfection, and in the wonderful wonderful love, that you have together.

Cheers."

See dude, I actually HAVE a heart, dammit.

Capitalize Edison!

Maybe Edison Chen should head over to Hollywood and carry on his movie career there. He can already speak English, not bad looking, and the pictures are just a drop in an entire ocean of scandals over there. In any case, he's practically in the same neighbourhood already.

Plus, it'll be a good idea to have some other Chinese guy kissing ang-moh women other than Chow Yunn Fatt. Might just break the Chinese stereotype of the neutered male.

There. My first and last word on the entire fiasco. Peace Out.

Bring Me Love

Now I always liked original songs by independant composers. This one, is another from Marie Digby.

She's hot, she sings well, she can compose and she's hot. Wait I said that already.



Sasky, I have a feeling you can relate to this song.

What I Learnt From Every Race In Singapore.

There's so many things to learn from everything and everyone in the world. I thought about this some time back, but here it is, immortalized from posterity.

I realized that after hanging out with all 4 races in Singapore, I have learnt something from each and everyone of them .

From the Ang Moh, I learnt how to be confident, even when you have nothing to be confident about.

From the Indian, I learnt how to tok cock, even if there's no poultry.

From the Malays, I learnt how to relak one corner.

And from the Chinese, I learnt how to be a bastard.

All important lessons, if used wisely.

Nice Car, Sucky Parking

Right, and now, courtesy of the inflence of my esteemed peers, and my camera. I give you, Mr Spastic, I-don't-know-how-to-park-my-car.

Car park ain't exactly empty. Some more 2 prime slots with one idiot driver.

This is how much space he left at the back of his car.

My friends that I met for coffee too, were bloggers, and they whipped out their cameras and joined in the fun.

And being the proactive, action oriented person that I am, I decided to leave him with a note that said, "Nice Car. Sucky Parking."

By the Power Invested In Me By Blogger...

Social media is powerful.

I was always aware of it. Now, I have it right smacked in my face after meeting the frontrunners of this media. Andy opened the door through a Slingers game. Now, I am introduced to a world where I can change with a keyboard, a screen and high speed internet.

It is also due to these wonderful people that I have met, that I have picked up a few hmm.... habits.

I actually carry a camera around sometimes. A real, honest-to-goodness Sony Camera. It's old, but it has a one-gig memory card.

I have become trigger-happy. Watch out life and evil doers. Your face will not be anonymous anymore.

I actually know what page rank means. I still don't care about it, unless I have a bet on it.

The location of coffee and makan is partially determined by the availability of power points and Wifi.

That being said, I hereby make a solemn promise. I will never, ever be a page traffic whore. Ever. Even though the ego masturbation from getting tomorrow-ed did feel pretty good...

All in all, my blog will remain as it always has been. A receptacle of my thoughts, rather than a chronology of my life. Life is interesting, but fleeting. Ideas, last forever.

Improving Valentine's Day

Last year, I moaned and bitched about Valentine's. It's my right. I is single.

And this year, THAT, at least has not changed. I still is single.

Everything else? Well. Let's just take a little more proactive and positive approach to the whole day, shall we? After all, I already have tai sui on my case, let's not add more negativity to that. (Apparently according to the Chinese Zodiac, this year, I zhuang tai sui. Personally it's not my fault that he's a snivelling whiner)

So, how to improve Valentine's?

1. Have another day where the WOMEN are obligated to do something for the men. Every year. Commercialize it.

This time, we men will get little presents for the gals. They now have their chance to wine and dine us, and then submit to our every whim. We on the other hand, will just clam up and expect them to know and do everything, giving them "the eye" at anything that goes awry.

2. Run away to somewhere else where you don't have to face up to hoards to flower sellers.

The Sahara is nice this time of year. So's Mexico. Or the Artic.

3. Pretend to be insurance agents and sell life insurance to every person that comes over and asks you about flowers. Pretend to be GENERAL insurance agents and sell break-up insurance to all the couples.

If you're already with any of the Life insurance firms, don't need to pretend. This is your peak period! Thanks Fairy for this suggestion.

4. Get buried in work.

Because you KNOW that you'll be rewarded eventually.

5. Go out, party, get wild torrid sex and TRY to wake up the next morning in your own bed. Alone.

It's about as obvious as it gets. The only difference if you're attached, is just make sure that your parents don't walk in on ya, and oh. Safety first.

Welll that's about all there is to it. I'm hungry. Dinner time. Ciao!

Of Men and Sex

Maybe this will give a little more insight into why men are what they are.

It's the testosterone I tell you. The frigging testosterone!!

There I think that'll have summarized Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus in about 15 minutes.

It's All True!

A woman showed this clip about men and women to me. I now consider it my social responsibility to share it with the rest of the world.

All true, folks. Even if you think otherwise.

My 2nd PROPER Slingers Game

Nothing, I swore NOTHING was gonna keep me away from this game. I might have a ton of work lined up, I may be dying from flu after my trip to KL. Traffic may be shitty, and some joker bought up ALL the bloody coupons at both 7-11s near the Singapore Indoor Stadium. Despite ALL of that, I. WILL. GET. TO. THE. GAME.

And I'm glad I did.

Met all the usual suspects. And it seems that this time, everyone's seperated between the alcoholic box and the non-alcoholic box. I, of course, joined the NON-alcoholic box so I can lay my hands on all the spare beer.


Now booze aside, the game was good. Notable achievements as follows.

Slingers frigging OWNED the Dragons.

The referee kayu-ed. That means that they were treated to a little bit of Singapore culture. How they took it, remained to be seen.

After watching the folks from Air Asia shoot, I thank God that I'm not the only one that suck at basketball. In future, I'm getting a proxy to shoot for me.

Letting out a whole month of stress screaming my head off, and helping myself to the liquid refreshment. Waste not, want not. Especially in the non-alcoholic segment. *Hic*

Meeting my friend Sara-Ann FINALLY. I was beginning to think that Karma is keeping us apart.

The Slinger Gals are pretty hot, as usual. Now if I can only talk to them.

The Goonfather got a higher beer tower than me. I'd like to think that it's only because he started earlier. But I was sick, and my new year resolution is still in force.

Lennie and Jason were there giving a running commentary. They're got a heck of a lot more fun to listen to than "Strong D Man".

I forgot to bring my camera. It's peer pressure to get one I tell you. I believe that we have a higher person-to-camera than anyone else in the stadium. Definitely a higher memory-card-to-person ratio. Peer pressure!

Jean and Alice teams up to record the entire game. One shoots the other videos. My goodness. what a team.

I hereby put in my vote to have Lennie and Jason as the official commentators for the game, instead of Strong D man.

The next home game is gonna be the 13th of Feb. I. WILL. BE. THERE.

There'll be the million dollar shoot out (of which I strongly recommend this one blogger I know) but it'll be interesting to see if anyone actually wins the million bucks, and gain instant friends.

How about it folks? Anyone for a shot at instant friends?

Answers to Common Irritating New Year Questions

This was running at the back of my mind since someone at CBB said that they hated CNY for the questions.

And being the eternal optimist and chief prank master of life, I have decided that it is the perfect time to get some good out of the bad.

Here is a list of common CNY questions that I know we all don't like. Here, my fellow Singaporeans, are the suggested answers. Feel free to contribute.

"So where's your girlfriend?"

• "You know, it's interesting you asked. I don't think it's time to show John to the rest of the family yet" (I'm a guy. Adapt for the female context)
• "John's spending time with his family as well."
• "Which girlfriend are you talking about?"
• "Oh, your daughter didn't tell you? (Pause) I shouldn't have said that, should I?"
• "She's in the hospital, the doctor's worried that the baby will be born prematurely"
• (for the gals) (look down at your belly.... stroke)"I'm not sure. But the baby is innocent, isn't he?"

"When are you getting married?"

• "Didn't your daughter discuss our plans with you? We have to do it before the pregnancy gets too obvious"
• "Why? Are you saving up for the ang pow?"
• "We were thinking Ah Yat Coffeeshop but it's booked up for next Wednesday."
• "John and I think that it'll be better once the law gets a little more relaxed"
• "On my holiday next month to Europe. I heard that over there, it's ok for 3 people to be in the marriage at the same time. Sam and I think that it'll be perfect. John's complaining about the cost though"
• "After the baby is born. She can't fit into her wedding dress now."

"When are you going to have kids?"

• "Have you seen the donation jar for my diaper fund?"
• "We're thinking of adopting from the orphan program in India"
• "When the condom leaks"

"When are we going to hear the pitter patter of little feet?"

• "You know, I hear that too at night sometimes..."
• "Where's PICNIC?!!" (for QY only)

Lemme go think of more over the holidays. In the meantime, feel free to contribute.

Are We The Ones Disabled?

Very Possibly the only thing she can't do, is scratch her back. They are not whole of body. The rest of us, might not be whole of mind and spirit.



And for those who always said that dancing is too hard, or "I can't dance"...

Greetings from KL

Wassup!!

Reporting LIVE from the city of the Twin Towers. This is my second time here EVER.

I'm glad to report that the Starbucks here cost exactly the same as Singapore, and it is hot like FUCK.

Dinner in an hour, and meetings after that. And for the whole of tomorrow.

Where in the world do I get some entertainment here after hours on a Monday night anyways?

I Was Ear Raped!

In the words of my colleagues, my phone number is slutted out to the whole of Singapore, primarily cos I'm the point man for most of the businesses that we have.

But this one, this one. I went behind the wheel of my car and set a new world record for longest continuous stream of expletives in 4 languages.

"Hi, this is Edmund."

"Hi, do you have any cars for rent?"

"Sure, when do you need it?"

"Maybe today?"

"Hmm... there are a couple of cars that I have. What's your price range?"

"Well... don't matter as long as I'm comfortable... how old are you? You sound really young..."

"Thanks"

"I like young men..."

"Err ok..."

"I wanna make friend with you... Would you like that?"

He then carried on a little on what he likes about young men.

"Sorry, I don't quite swing that way. Thanks for asking anyway. BYE."

Let it not be said that my customer service is lacking in any manner. There are many things I'm willing to take for my team. Giving up my ass virginity is not one of them.

The BEST Statement on the War on Terror I have Ever Heard

Anyone who makes up their mind before they hear the issue is a fucking fool.

Hear hear!

Bollywood's Sweet Child Of Mine

From Andy

Damn Cool lah! Welcome to One World. American classic, adapted by Indians, loved by Singaporean.

When Fantasy Meets Reality

Finally, the question of whether wrestling stars can heck it will be put to rest.

World Wrestling Federation Vs Ultimate Fighting Champion

Brock Lesner


K-1 Dynamite USA: Brock Lesnar vs Min Soo Kim
Uploaded by Zed1982

VS

Frank Mir



Bets anybody?

Disclaimer To All Political Posts

I have, absolutely and completely no political aspirations or inclinations. Any and everything on this blog is completely my own personal observations.

Let it not be said that I am not appreciative of what Singapore has achieved through the years. 40 odd years, and we have went from zero to hero economically is pretty damn impressive.

Running water, uninterrupted power supply, and roads that don't need an SUV to drive through are things we take for granted there.

Now to progress this fast in this short a time, there are, in my opinion, 2 ways.

1. Getting everyone in the country headed and inspired to go the same way. Now that, obviously is a fucking impossibility.

Mob rules state that the more number of people there are together, the lower the collective intelligence. On top of that, anyone who have ever tried getting more than 4 people to try and agree on a place to eat dinner will know that getting 4 million people to agree on country policy and operations is doomed to spectacular failure.

2. RULE. No questions, just push ahead. It is not pleasant, it takes everything we believe about free will and inidividual choice and shoves it up where the sun don't shine.

But it does get the job done. So, nope I'm not saying that the monarchy social democracy in Singapore is a bad thing. It is a fact. Live with it.

And if you really can't stand it, work around, over or through the system. You might be able to get through a wall using your head as a battering ram, but I recommend using a door.

Eliminate Your Competition the Singaporean Way

Do you have people stepping on your toes, cutting into your profits, and generally making your life difficult? Have you always wanted a life free of competition, and you can rest high and easy on your laurels? Well now you can!

This method, created and patented in the exotic island nation of Singapore is guaranteed to make YOUR life completely free of those pesky fellows, and guarantee you a life of monopoly and ease!

All you have to do ladies and gentlemen, is to follow these easy to apply, completely scalable steps in YOUR environment.

1. Dig up dirt and amplify every little flaw. This is especially easy if you have the press and it's facilities are on your side. Make a big hoo ha out of EVERYTHING. Does the guy pick on his scabs? Maybe he has a strand of hair out of place? Note the lack of discipline and personal hygiene! Who knows what he might do when you are not watching!

2. Now insist that everybody needs to go through a credit check by the powers that be. This is necessary of couse, to provide credibility to everyone. OF COURSE THE POWERS THAT BE ARE IMPARTIAL! Just because the people running the facility and the people in your "board" are exactly the same is pure coincidence. They are completely impartial even though their livelihoods depend on you.

3. Now how can this be? Your competitors have some discrepency in their financials! Freeze all accounts and assets and conduct a thorough investigation. The sheer audacity of these people. Thinking they can get away with anything.

4. This of course, is competition. Marketing and visibility are important. That leaves room for intepretation. Slander/Libel suit ensues. The fact that they're opening their MOUTHS and penning anything is reason to suspect that they're saying something damaging.

5. Now my dear audience, note the unhappy coincidence of the troubles that befall your competitors. So many things happening at the same time. But how fortunate for you that this series of unfortunate events has now forced your competitors to a. declare bankrupcy and hence be out of the running for anything including public office for the next 5 years or so. Or b. leave the country.

6. Now that they have left the playing field, your job is not over. Oh no! Not yet! This is very important folks. Neither the libel suit NOR the investigation must EVER be resolved or concluded. Because if judgement swings one way or another, he can be extradited, and then brought to court. That means the case will be resolved one way or another and the person is now free again to terrorize this happy little state of affairs that you have set up. In other words, he'll be back. Like Terminator.

7. Repeat where necessary.

QED is it not?

My Girl

The first time I meet my god daughter 3 months after she was born. In a sense, I'm almost grateful for the near fatal heart-attack that forced me out of the office.

the first time I'm carrying her, and I am terrified.

I think she's kinda worried about me too.

Much happier in mommy's hands

My sis and I agreed, that when she grows up, she'll open a florist next to her place. I will open a consulting office, for all the broken hearts of those poor boys that get rejected.

The Gah-Men Thinks We Are Stupid

You know what, I just about had it. Drill a hole in my wallet, and fuck around with my life. Play God if it's all I care.

But don't insult my intelligence while you're at it.

I can stand it if our taxes are raised, even though we are running on a tax 20% surplus nearly every single year since independance. I can even accept that the powers that be change rules on a whim and leaches you for every single cent you have for their own coffers.

But for FUCK's sake, don't pretend that "it's for my own good!"

Proof you say? Sure. Let me give you proof.

1. Zoning laws are changed every election for efficiency's sake. Strangely enough, every GRC that is opposition-controlled, or declined in support of the ruling party, has its area reduced, split up or amalgated into those with strong support. Marine Parade Town Council now manages Serangoon Garden. The nearest body of water is that which is in the fish tank at home.

2. Sengkang is an integrated new town. The LRT stations run AROUND the estate. Most of the people stay in the MIDDLE of the estate.

3. The NEL is a frigging automated system, one can reduce manpower costs and make the trains run more efficiently, and hence the trips are cheaper. The project was finished S$5 BILLION under budget, almost a year late, and every train has 1 or 2 men in green. A precaution in case the trains break down. Brilliant.

4. ERP is suppose to reduce road tax and make car ownership more accessible. For all the bloody gantries that came up, road tax was reduced by an insignificant amount,for a stupid amount of extra charges through ERP. Inefficiency? or sheer ass stupidity.

5. Long time ago, we were told that using the EZlink system, everyone pays the correct fares, and thus can help reduce the overall cost of buses and public transport. In fact, there was one time bus fares was raised for the reason that dishonest commuters are costing millions of dollars to bus companies. Bus fares have NEVER decreased for a period of 25 years.

6. SMRT raised prices of train fares shortly after SARS ended, quoting the reason that they are making losses and are unable to sustain operations at current levels. 3 cents increase conservatively equals to a S$200,000 increase in revenue per DAY AT NO INCREASE IN COST. After intense rebuttal, they published a statement in the papers, citing the writing off of 17 new trains to the tune of $237 MILLION dollars as expense, as a reason for increasing fares. If any private company did this, ACRA would be down their necks faster that the alien in AVP.

7. ERP gantries are popping up everywhere and it's not due to the monsoon season. The reason is to regulate traffic flow and prevent congestion. I urge the Minister of Transport to drive from Yishun to his office in town for a month. After that, tell me how ERP has improved traffic flow in the peak hours.

8. CPF is suppose to be for our old age. It's suppose to be our money. I dare anyone to try going to a bank and borrowing money, using our CPF as collateral.

This are just SOME examples that show that either a) the powers that be don't have a high regard for our own people's intelligence, or b) they are overpaying their PR and corporate comms team.

So yeah, go ahead and do what you want with the country. Just don't try to convince me it's for my own good, and that if I leave this country, I'm a quitter.

An Analogy For Singapore's Education System

Once upon a time, there were 3 birds. Yes, Avians. Get your minds out of the gutter dammit. They were Ostrich, Duck and Eagle. Now these 3 are really good friends and they wanted to really excel in their lives.

And since all 3 of them believe in the power education, they decided to enroll into the world's most prestigous Bird School, at the world-class Jurong Bird Park in the fair city of Singapore.

Now there were 3 compulsary courses in BS, because they insisted that you be given a well rounded education. Swimming, Running and Flying. This (or so the prospectus reads) gives an excellent grounding for the bird in you to meet all the challenges of your life. Master air, land and sea, and really let your potential shine through!

The 3 friends are obviously really excited when they entered the school and were looking forward to "let their potential shine through". They're set up for life, provided of course they ace their modules.

First was a class in swimming. Duck excelled at it. Ostrich managed to struggle through, mostly by sheer strength of her hind legs. Eagle, now poor eagle nearly drowned in the pool. He was reprimanded and brought to the side and told that he's not trying hard enough, and that he really needs to buck up if he's to make it.

Next, was running. Ostrich tore ahead in the course. Eagle managed to bungle through, barely. But poor duck. With his feet so wonderful for swimming, he he was brought in for disciplinary action because he just can't make it on land. And after all his webbed feet are cut and bleeding for trying his best.

The last and final chapter, was flying. Eagle soared. Finally, something he's good at. Duck did pretty alright. Now ostrich, ostrich LOOKED like she was flying on land, but he's just not taking off, no matter how hard she tried. She flunked that class. Big time.

All in all, the 3 friends after 2 years in the system come to the conclusion that they really aren't all rounded students, and pretty much sucked at the majority of things that the school believed to be important. On average, each of them had a barely passing grade from school.

All 3 of them eventually were stuck in dead-end jobs that used NONE of the knowledge they gained from their all round education, and felt pretty shitty about themselves till the end of their days.

The moral of this story? You decide.

Take Me Out To The Ball Game

I was never much of a spectator sport person. But after graduating from school, there are certain advantages to watching a basketball game at 30, compared to watching the Inter-School Basketball competition, A Division.

I call them the 4 Bs. They are...

Beer

Courtesy of Qiaoyun

Babes

A Picture is worth a thousand words. A video is worth a thousand pictures.

Video courtesy of Jean

Bloggers
Putting a face to the name is all good. Putting a person to the face is even better.

Thank you all for the memories.

Andy, Hillary, Nic, Jean, Alice, Jason, Qiaoyun, Sabrina, Lenny and all those others I did not have an opportunity to talk to.

Qiaoyun again. She and her camera are never far apart.

OH FINALLY, Basketball.

I may suck at it. But that does not mean I do not appreciate a good lay-up, or an alley hoop. OR the chance to shout "Referee Kayu!!!"

Jason has a damn good camera, hair-trigger finger, and unlimited film.

I am a child of the days where Michael Jordan and Magic Johnson ruled the courts after all.

Going to the Game on Sunday after work. WHOOT!

Does This BLOODY make sense?

"Hi, can I check with you if the function room is booked for this Sunday?"

"No, sir. There are no bookings on Sunday."

"Great! I would like to make a reservation for it please."

"Which day would you want to make a reservation for?"

(tahan)

"Sunday. The coming Sunday."

"I'm afraid you can't do that sir."

"Why not?"

"Because you need to book 2 weeks in advance."

(double tahan)

"But nobody has it for this Sunday right?"

"Yes, but it's protocol."

(finds a pail of water, sticks hand in water. Water boils)

"Is there anyone I can speak to, to expedite the process?"

"I'm afraid not."

(water dries up. starts loading shot gun rounds)

"Well can you expedite the process?"

"The fastest will be one week sir."

(snaps shotgun together with a satisfying click)

"But there's nobody booking the place!"

"Yes, sir."

"So what do you do if there is no booking? Leave it empty?"

"Yes, sir."

(slings shotgun on shoulder, tightens boots, gets ready to head off to war)

I eventually got the function room. 5 years coming out from the civil sector. I am reminded again why it was I left in the first place. No, they do not allow anyone in an hour before to set up. It's protocol. And they may ruin their manicures to set that up.

How's F***ing in Austria?

This reminds me of the time when I was in Hell, Norway. Population 2,436. It was actually quite pretty. Cold though.

Strange thing is, there was a sign there that said, Hell Gods Expedition.

How can you not love the English language?

5 Ways to Make S$1 Million in 2008

1. Get on AMERICA'S version of The Amazing Race and Win it.

2. Survivor Singapore. Oh don't have ah? Dammit.

3. Take $10 million and go into a casino. You'd probably win 1 mil but lose the 10, but hey, you won.

4. Pray to Tee Kong every day, and spend every single cent you have buying ToTo tickets, 4D, and Big Sweep.

5. Go to a Slingers game, register at the website, and then sink the shot. It takes ohhh... 30 seconds max I guess... That means that your income for the year 2008 is a cool $120 million an hour. Wah... more than Bill Gates man.

Btw, in case you need to know how it's done,



Oh, and I was given signs in a dream to help you future millionaires along. The answer is... the exact number of full stops on this post. Start counting!

And here's more impressive shots, proving not only can it be done, it can be done in STYLE. The warning in front? What warning in front? Heh heh heh ;)

1 Down...

It was hard, but after dodging and hiding, ducking and weaving... I. Did. It.

Didn't get plastered on NYE. 364 days to go.

2 running bets right now, any one else? Heh heh heh.

New Year Resolutions

1. I shall not get hammered.

2. I shall keep the current phone I have right now, till the end of the year.

3. I shall cut down on swearing, except behind the wheel.

Baby steps, baby steps... Review every month end. Let's go!

Well Done Edmund

For NOT getting hammered yesterday night.

The guitar was a good shield against incoming drinks.

Note to self: Bring guitar for drinking sessions. Ask to be paid in cash, not kinds. Oh, and learn a few more songs.

Twas the Night Before Christmas...

Yes, folks. As I mentioned last year, it's CHRISTmas again.

And here's a random fact about me. I. Do. Not. Party. On. Christmas. Or the eve for that matter.


This is the one day of the year, I believe to spend with the people that are significant to me, rather than making out with a hot, random woman in a dark corner of a club.


That's not to say that I'll say no, if some hot, random woman wants to snog me when I walk past on the streets. But priorities go to my friends, and my family at this time.


Here's a shout out to thank those who made me who I am. I'm sure the world will forgive you, one day. I'll thank each one of your individually.



So this is the season for love. Go out and do some loving. But be safe doing it.

For the First Time...

the shouts of "Referee Kayu!" echoed across the basketball court at the Indoor Stadium.

Singapore Slingers just got a little more Singaporean. Heh heh heh.

My report of the match in a while... but in the mean time...

It's times like this that you know, that I am loved by the powers that be.

Cheer leaders with short skirts and beer. It was a good game.

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Another Slingers Game

ONE. MORE. DAY.

Lemme loosen up my lungs.

"REFEREE KAYU!"

The Higher We Climb

I am afraid of heights.

There, I said it. Put me by the side of a building, and I get sweaty palms, my legs start to tremble and I have an overwhelming urge to run away from the vertigo. The same with toe socks and Teletubbies.

And that's the reason why I think I'm gonna go take up skydiving.

I am also terrified of climbing high in life, and then getting arrogant, getting snotty and walk around with a swagger that says that my balls are too big for my pants and my head so large that the DHL can use me for a balloon. Actually come to think of it, I'm not afraid of climbing, I am afraid of becoming arrogant.

So this is a thank you to all those people that keep my head firmly between my shoulders.

My mates that remind me that no matter how high I go, I still look shite in a pink dress.

My family who, in spite of everything that has happened to me so far, still think far better of me than I deserve. I will never be able to pay my dad back for raising me, my mom for making sure I will always have dinner if I want it, and my brother for volunteering to kick the ass of anyone who he hears slandering his big brother.

The people I meet no matter how briefly. I thank you because you teach me something, and that no matter how high I climb, there's always something more for me to learn, and therefore S² (Sit the f*** down and Shut the F*** up) and take notes.

"The higher you climb, the more humble you must be."

I'm A Superstar!

This is in memory of the library @ Orchard. The bookworm in me'll miss the place. No more place to sleep when I am between appointments.



Thank you Jean for involving me in the project. Thanks to Ridz, Alice, Tianhong, and Ridzuan's friend who I forgot the name of, for putting up with my endless chatter. The effects of sleep deprivation is insidious.

First New Year Resolution

In this new year, I shall NOT.GET.DRUNK.

Stop laughing dammit.

In Memory of Foxer

Looking back, I still think of my granny's dog. It's called Foxer and I like to think of it as a him.


Foxer's pretty responsible. Anyone that comes to the gate at my grandma's place, he'll rush out to bark his head off. When that someone puts a hand on the gate latch, he feels it has done his duty, and heads back to his usual place under this really big table in the front yard.



Foxer is generous. Unless we chase away the neighbourhood cats from his dinner, he'll lie under his table and wait for them to eat their fill before sauntering out to eat whatever's left. After a few years of chasing off those persistent cats, we just put 4 portions of food in the bowl.



Foxer is tolerant, he'd bear with all of us kids mucking about with him despite warnings from our parents about how dirty he is. I believe that half the dirt on him was contributed by us.



Foxer helped with our education. We used to pull the ticks and fleas off his skin, spray them individually with repellent to see if they die. They don't. We always wondered if they get shunned by the rest of their gang because of the BO.

Foxer was really old when my grandma moved and the new place didn't have a garden and didn't allowed big dogs. I heard he was put down, but I guess I was a little too young to fully understand what was going on.

When I drove past my grandma's old place today, the rambutan, mango and starfruit trees are not there anymore. The big plot of land is now seperated into 2 huge semi-Ds. Well, time may have past, but the memories remain.

I don't miss Foxer. I don't miss my childhood days. But they still are precious jewels in my memory that I take out sometimes to polish and smile over.

Take it easy, Foxer.

Bloody Zoukout!

Literally. I survived the night with abrasions down my right arm and cuts on my palms and leg. I just hope that I had enough fun to warrent all of that.

Thanks HB for getting my friends and I free tix into Zoukout. Lack of sleep and pre-party drinks do not mix well. As I keep telling myself, and I keep forgetting.

Hey Ecstacy, Damn good to finally meet you man. I'll collect my stuff from you, and get you a teh tarik in the process. (Note the lack of alcohol in that statement.)

Turns out drummer boy's lil sister is my junior in dance. It's a small world after all. What up Steph!

For the rest of the folks that I have met, and do not remember because there's wayyy too much booze in me, I apologize. Thank you ALL for taking care of me.

Now to find a replacement for that LCD screen that I broke... I am officially anathema to new phones as well.

Oh What A Night!

Thanks Andy for inviting me for the Slingers game on Sunday.

Now I haven't been to a basketball game since National schools in JC, and those of you who have seen me playing with balls that aren't my own know that I am hopeless at anything related to spheres of any sort.

In bowling, it's a miracle if it goes past to the realm of 3 digits. In pool, I make everyone else look good. Soccer, I get my face whacked by the ball so many times, I actually make a decent goal keeper. The last I stopped cos it was getting too expensive replacing spectacles.

But, what. an. experience.

First up, the corporate box. Fwah. Talk about getting up close and personal to the action.

And the fringe benefits, free beer. Nuff said.

Game's pretty exciting. You know, I think now, that everyone should go to a Slingers game, if you haven't been to one. There is something immensely satisfying about shouting and getting involved in a basketball game.

Maybe it's the air-crobatics that you see on NBA but you know you can never do.

Maybe it's the excitement and anticipation that comes with every pass, every rebound, every shot that when you blink you might miss a one-in-a-lifetime moment.

Maybe it's the cheerleaders. (It might be sacrilegous to say it but as much as I enjoyed thegame, I looked forward to the time-outs as well.)

Next time round, we're gonna educate the ang mohs about our Singaporean version of cheers, shouts and jeers. Starting with the infamous "REFEREE KAYU".

Can't wait.

Pictures, refer to these trigger-happy folks:
Sabrina
Precious
Andy (of course)
Sheylara
Jason
Claudia

Finally a big Thank YOU to Nic who got us the tix. Brilliant game, wish you were here.

The Beginning of Love is the End of Logic

This is for anyone who has ever been in love before. And yes, contrary to popular belief, there have been occasions where I have been completely stupid and starry-eyed.



Good to know that guys aren't the only people who have problems with blood rushing everywhere else but the brain when we meet the person we like.

Apple Pwns PC. Again

Think CF can empathize on this.

Birthday Wishes.

This is what I want for me birthday....

A Sherlock Holmes Pipe.

OR...

My old hat that I lost last year during my birthday. It's the one year anniversary, and I miss it!

yes, it's a pink dress. Now look at the CAP dammit!

Oh, and I want gratituous, torrid, mindblowing sex with with a really hot woman. I'll settle for 2 out of 3.

What I Learnt From KL

I now realize what they mean when they say that you learn something about yourself when you travel.

My first ever trip to KL taught me... that my friends and I are taboo to convertibles.

Friend's dad a huge collector of cars, so when we stayed over, we couldn't resist trying out all the various cars in his garage.

We first took the Ferarri out for a spin. That ended about 20 minutes later, cos the thermostat blew out and the engine stalled. At least it was a glam car we pushed. HEH.

that's the ferrari we whacked

Later that night, we took the BMW M3 out. The top was down, the wind in our hair, and that lasted till we hit Zouk KL. then, the engine died. Couldn't get it restarted.

The BMW M3. A classic. Till we got our hands on it.

Maybe God was saying, Do not drink and drive.

Looks like I'm staying with cars with tops for now.

We're Off to See the Wizard

Not exactly... but I'm heading down a long asphalt road to KL.

Any recommendations on food to eat, places to go, and people to harress?

Tagged

Tagged by Skye.

1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog…

2. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself…
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs…
4. Let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Here goes.

1. I wore a sarong to my friend's pre wedding party in Norway because they wanted something to remind them of Singapore.

2. I keep a pet rock with lichen on my window sill, also from Norway.

3. When I was in university, my room-mate and I found a bat at our front door in the morning. We kept it as a pet and named it Bruce.

4. I get freaked out by people putting in and taking out their earrings.

5. It is my strong belief that the next Child's Play sequal will be called "Teletubbies, the Movie".

6. This is the first time I was ever tagged.

7. I have never been to KL in my life. Ever.

The next victims will be... Andy, Peanut Butter Wolf, Oceanic, Nicolekiss, Hostsara, Melbourne Babe, Rachael (since she doesn't have access yet, mommy will have to fill it in for her)

It is finished, and I see that it is good.

To Those Who Have Gone Before

The best way to remember and honour the people we love who has passed on before us, is to live our own lives to the fullness that they can no longer do.

"No Reserves, No Retreats, No Regrets"

Cheers, Alvin and Brandon and Yi Shi. Catch ya'll later.

Gimme One Reason to Stay Here, Part II

or, How to get women to make the first move.

Following on from here.

It would be nice won't it? Getting women to do the work for once. Here's a few ways I think will work.

1. Extensive plastic surgery, and serious waxing. Because no matter how much women deny it and want to believe that looks do NOT matter, and they are not shallow, it's BS. Looks do matter, and women are shallow. Sometimes.

From this.... to this.

2. Have a million dollars to blow. Pick up the tab, take her shopping at places where you can't pronounce the name. You're likely to be teased, flirted with, and even possibly kissed.

Chances are, you'll also go back with nothing more than blue balls. Said balls are also likely to shrink when you get your credit card bill at the end of the month.

Why are cows angry all the time?

See how you'd feel if you get your tits worked all the time and not get any.

Now for those of us who are not related to the Sultan of Brunei in any way, we might just have to settle for the other ways stated below.

3. Dress well. Let's face it. Humans like looking at pretty things. If you're not convinced that women are as shallow as men, look at the way they drool over completely inane things like bags, shoes, jewellery, the artist known as Rain...

That means you pay SOME attention to your dressing. A clean shirt, pressed pants, brush your teeth, and comb your hair. Oh, and cut your fingernails. Neantherdal charm is overrated.

And since womenkind has a tendancy to read wayyyyy too much into things, take a page out of their playing books. A friend told me once, that the reason why he goes for manicures is because, "It looks good, gives me something to talk to the gals about, and it doesn't give them a nasty scratch when I finger them run my hands over their back."

4. Eye Contact. When talking to a woman, look at her eyes. NOT her tits. Paying attention is subtle flattery as well as not-so-common courtesy. It is a lot harder when there are more interesting bits of course. You can have your fill later.

If a REALLY hot chick walks past, you are allowed to glance. After which, it goes back to the woman you're talking to. Do what you want AFTER you excuse yourself to go to the gents.

The front gun of the Apache Attack Helicoptor is said to follow the eye movement of the pilot.

There is now a dress code in most US air bases.

5. Be confident. Even if you are not, pretend to be, but do not over-compensate. Money, fast cars, snappy dressing don't make a man confident. It enhances confidence. If you have it, you have it. If you don't, go get it.

Nobody likes a wussy boy. You're a man. Act like one. If need be, rent and watch every. single. movie that Antonio Bandares starred in. Twice.

Take notes.

6. Learn to dance. The Vertical Expression of Horizontal Desire, Legalized by Music. No, Mambo moves at Zouk on a Friday night does not count.


7. If all else fail, there's something attractive about a man who's already taken. Maybe it's the lure of the forbidden fruit. Maybe the worth of the man is already proven, after all, another of the same species is willing to spend the rest of her life with him. Or maybe, it's...

Courtesy of this gentleman

Happy Birthday to Me

This year, my birthday celebrations, very possibly, are going to be overseas.

For the first time in my life I'll be headed to KL.

Overseas with evil friends. At least nobody's gonna bring a pink dress.

I may need to inspect their luggage before driving up.

Anyone up for heading north a week from now?

Welcome

A little ironic. A late post for someone who came early.

Hello my dear Rachael. Welcome to the world.



She's gonna have some attitude when she grows up. God help the boys 15 years from now.

Uncle Edmund is waiting to see what'll happen then.

Thought of The Day

"Good intentions are nothing. Action and results are everything."

- Bob Bly

Sounds cold blooded and mercenary? Maybe. But I've seen too many people talking and not enough people doing to think anything else.

Think I've wrote about this once.

On a curiosity spree, I once tried asking every person I come across if they ever wanted to be a boss. 80% of the people say they do.

When asked if they have don't anything about it, about 73% said no. Of that group, 99% cited MONEY to be the main issue.

My next question, was well, if I gave ya a million bucks right now, and told you to spend it, what would you do with it? Here's an excerpt from a conversation I had with a taxi driver.

"Uncle, what if I gave you $10 million right now, what would you do?" (it's not a typo.)

"Quit my job, travel the world, buy a new house, invest the rest"

"What about your idea? Aren't you gonna try it?"

"Don't think so lah"

"Why not?"

"Later lose the money that you gave me already then how?"

"But you can do that after you finish enjoying mah. You probably won't finish the money"

"Not so good lah. Better not. A bit paiseh about losing the money, and wasting it"

I shut up then, because my dad was next to me and telling me that I was rude. I'm thinking to myself, spending on travelling, and shopping and all that jazz is a BETTER use of money? WTF?

But remember the walls around are there to show how much you really want the things you want. It's there for the other people. Not you.

If you don't bother trying, or sod it after once or twice, then you are probably the "others" that the walls are keeping out.

Jack Lalane

Alright, for you self-improvement types. Check this guy out.

50 years ahead of his time, 90+ years old and still can do enough pull-ups to put an army boy to shame.

Give Me One Reason To Stay Here

Lucky Kenny. Got sponsor to get him to write about one of my favourite topics - the mating dance between the male and female Homo Sapiens.

Sometimes I wonder, how the FUCK we evolved so complicated a mating ritual. And how, in spite of that (or maybe because of it), we manage to procreate and populate the whole goddam earth. If this does not reek of divine intervention, nothing does.

Anyways, I was reading his series sponsored, incidentally by Hugo Boss, and he thinks that in the enlightened society that we all live in now, women should take the initiative to make the first move as well.

Fact is, that women probably CAN make the first move. But guys,

GIVE THE GAL A REASON TO!

Like it or not, the onus is back on us. There's a reason why women doll up for a night out.

They dress up nice, bathe, do their hair, do their nails, shave their legs, shave their armpits, get shoes, change shoes, go back change dress again, paint nails, realize fingernails don't match toenails, paint toenails, fuck up the manicure, do it again, spray perfume, realize the scent wrong, bathe again........

Finishing touches on 4 hours of work

It is, correct me if I'm wrong, to appear attractive to us! They give US a reason to hit on them.

And if you don't understand how uncomfortable make-up is, gentlemen, I urge you, think back on your army days. To the days of camo on the face, and parade-ready uniforms. On top of that, heels are fucking tough.

the man's version of make-up

Fact is, dudes, you probably won't hit on a gal at a club with unkempt hair, streaked make-up, and rumpled clothes, and probably sweating from over exertion on the dance floor. Likewise, you won't hit on a gal that can't keep up her end of the conversation and look at you like a deer- in-the-headlights. And I'm pretty certain you will NOT find it a turn on even if said gal is staring at your package.

Want her to hit on you?

So what makes you think that if you appear like that to a woman at the mating grounds (also called club), she's gonna find you irresistably attractive and throw herself at you? ESPECIALLY when there are 271 other men vying for her attention, AND of which 269 are actually making moves on her?

So yeah it's fine for women to make the first move. But men, for the love of progeny. Give them a reason to come over and ask for your number!

To Be Continued.

The Death Star Canteen

Threats do not work on the stupid.

Falling Sick

Whatever don't kill me will make me stronger...

Whatever don't kill me will make me stronger...

Whatever don't kill me will make me stronger...

Nabeh.

For All the New Mothers

Here you go, new mums, your complete glossery to everything you need to say.



Still all in all, we all love our moms. Yes? ;)

Test Everything

Ok this worked with Peel Fresh Guava Juice at 1:30am in the morning. Need about 1 more tray of ice and probably half a cup more salt in the mix.

Gonna try it with Ribena next. Anyone up for some sorbet? I'll make it, and you warm my fingers up after.

The Last Lecture

This is from a series of lectures titled "The Last Lecture" in universities across the United States, where professors are asked to deliver one lecture as if it was the last lecture that they'll ever deliver.

In this case, this guy, Professor Randy Pausch is really dying. He's got pancreatic cancer and probably will live a few more weeks.

"If I don't seem as depressed or morose as I should be," said Pausch, "Sorry to disappoint you."

Now THAT is an affirmation.

For those of you who have more time, come here, and watch the whole lecture. It's worth it.

Lost Phone AGAIN!

And this time I wasn't even drinking!!

May the pickpocket's hands shrivel up and never get off again. May his balls explode from pent up frustration and radiation and his ear rot from using the phone that he stole from me.

Can he not at least return my sim card!!?!!

Come to think of it, maybe if there was a "personal picture" of a really cute gal on my hp as a background, think there might be a possibility that the hp be returned?

In the meantime Friends, Romans and countrymen, I urge you, send me your phone numbers.

My Celeb Sighting

I MET KENNY SIA!!!

Whoot!

Me Edmund, Me Strong

Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?

Well looks like Mr. Murphy has deemed fit to give me a crash course in fitness. Right now, I can probably arm wrestle Superman and fucking win.

Nabeh.