They're Fine...

The Cyclone didn't hit Yangon. My friends are fine. Whew.

Just got internet up, it seems.

HUGS Norah-Anne and Zarah Belle Soe. Be safe and come to Singapore NOW.

The 7 Meme

Tagged by Posh, and some more sms me to tell me must do.

7 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME:

• I'm dangerous when bored
• I'll try practically everything. Twice
• I cannot drink coffee
• I am eager to learn, but application takes a while.
• I enjoy dancing.
• I like squeezing my zits
• I read. A lot.

7 THINGS THAT SCARE ME:

• Toe Socks are evil
• The putting in and taking off of earrings.
• Teletubbies are evil too
• Cradling babies in my hands
• The last 2 minutes before speaking in front of an audience
• Driving sleepy
• Not finishing work
  

7 RANDOM MUSIC AT THE MOMENT:

• Living on a Prayer - Bon Jovi
• 海阔天空 - Beyond
• Always be my baby - David Cook
• The Finale - Les Miserables
• Stupid for You - Marie Digby
• Paint me with your sunshine - Marie Digby
• Remember the Name - Fort Minor

7 THINGS I SAY THE MOST:

• Nahh Behhhh
• Mother F87ker!
• Wassssuuuuppp!!!
• Fuck (in all its various forms)
• So what's the story?
• HMMM....
• Bitch
  

7 THINGS I TREASURE THE MOST(in no ranking order):

• Knowledge
• Wisdom
• Honest advice given
• The ones who I love (even though I don't tell them enough)
• An amazing whiskey
• Time with friends
• The time alone after a day of productive work

7 “FIRST TIME” THINGS I EVER DID:

1. Manicure and Pedicure
2. Went for a boyzillian.
3. Backpacked Europe alone.
4. Ran 21km
5. Started a company
6. Drank glacier water from a beer glass at the bottom of a fjord
7. Went to Myanmar and made friends I hope is are alright now.

Tags: Jean, TH, Ridz, Alice, HB,

Now What Is It YOU Want?

This thought came to me when I was reading a thread at THE BAR.

You know, career advancement and better prospects are such vague terms.

What does it mean to you?

Different job scope?
Management-level duties?
More money?
Snazzy title?
A hot secretary that gives outstanding blowjobs?
Corner office?

What?

If you find it hard to leave because of the people, but want "better prospects", why not suggest to your boss a way to stay, but get a different scope of work?

Having been on both sides of the hiring desk, I guess I speak from experience that a good boss is as hard to find as a good employee.

Poetry for me??

horny vandalin

such a honestly shallow

need-to-be-laid man

Thanks RN. This is the first time someone has written a haiku for me. *sniff*

Tear Jerker

But in a somewhat positive way. Les Miserables was the first and best musical I have ever seen.

Even now, a decade after I last watched it when I was in JC 2. The finale still brings tears to my eyes.



I can't explain it. But then again, who can explain emotion?


*so it's really ok to fess up that you have fallen for me. *evil grin*

New Revelation

Note to Self: Do not get drunk with microphone in hand.

At a wedding.


As the MC.

Now where is the damn videographer. There's footage that needs to be censored...

Note To Self

No matter how good I think I am at something, I can still get better.


And I should keep getting better. Settling for something easier and being content are not options that should be entertained.

Oh and review past notes. They're useful.

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.