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.