Hello world!
Woah. New wordpress layout the moment I logged in. Its a little different but looks user friendly at first glance.
However, you didn’t come here for a dissertation on wordpress layouts or how to make money from blogging did you?
I hit new heights of notoriety on friday, while deigning to accept evil eyes for taking up a goodly portion of the bar with drinks that would’ve felled a troop of elephants.
(Ffs babe you disappear on me one more time when we arranged to meet and you know exactly where I am, I’m not going to talk to you for a year. Seriously I cleared my whole night’s schedule just for you, ordered so much drinks in advance that I nearly had an aneurysm trying to finish them and I’m really not happy lol.)
With foresight though I had called a buddy in advance to join me straight after work, along with the gf and 2 other girlfriends. By the time we swaggered into the bar there was already a goodly portion of beer inside me and after Mr Sarcarsm ordered more I had to take a step back to get things in perspective.
I surveyed with a critial eye lots of long island, more shots than my naked eye could count, lychee martinis, sambucas, cherry flavored drinks and various jugs of evil looking brews. When you realise it was all 1 for 1 and have to multiply everything by 2, it didn’t look so funny anymore though. The bartender was so busy mixing our drinks he had to ignore everyone else for a goodly time while probably thinking I was a innard surgeon trying to give everyone in my vicinity liver failure so that I’d have more business.
A stroke of good fortune meant that I met 5 more friends inside who could help with the drinks, or not. They just kept ordering screaming orgasms and offering them to me, it made me feel like I was at a bar to drink milk that was shaken and not stirred. It was only by dint of 2 magic words that they were persuaded to lose all inhibitions and start drinking. “Help yourself”. Yes those are magic words that will make a kangaroo begin quaffing drinks, clear tall buildings with a single leap and these friends were no different.
The shots went first as I watched with interest at the speed they were consumed. What is it with girls and shooters I wondered. Bolstered by a few pints of sex on the beach and sambucas, they proceeded to bravely take on the long islands before.. you guessed it. Ordering more screaming orgasms. Hahaha. I decided it was time to dance before they offered me more milk and left with the hottest girl in the group, abandoning my buddy to the rest and drinks. Hey, if he was surrounded by 6 girls and a virtually unlimited drinks supply how badly can you do right?
My thoughts lingered to HB though. I’m sure she wouldn’t have ordered MILK and would’ve been a really good sport to finish all those drinks. Damn.
Goodbye again?! Damnit..
I haven’t posted as often as I wanted to, what I wanted to because as my old blogspot blog, I want to write anonymously. I don’t need publicity I’ve got enough people in real life. I want to be able to post for you readers and myself at whim and uncensored. Yeah basically some people in real life have figured out who I am and while they haven’t said anything, I know that the probability of them knowing is more than less haha.
I’m not going to go into further details how I know, save to say that while some people may be observant, my logic in reading people’s actions are impeccable. Some are good people who understand the meaning of discreet. However there are others reading who don’t have my trust and I don’t have time to deal with uneccesary crap. I don’t play negative politics, I love win win situations like you get orgasms and I’m happy having a hot babe like you in bed, flirting shamelessly with you, discussing quantum theory or people watching to give both my heads regular workouts. I mean wouldn’t you? Unless you enjoy arguments or regular politics outside work instead of a beer n great people then this is definitely the wrong place for you.
So its down to a few choices
1. Privatise this blog
2. Change my moniker completely and start another blog from scratch
3. Do Step 2. and all you great/flirty/alcoholic/smart people could email me that you want to be a part of my new blog
I seriously have had so much fun getting to know readers from all walks of life..some who became good friends in real life and others that I’d like to get to know better. You are a major reason why I’d like to keep writing and interacting coz you all really rock.
Two sides or more to everything
There’re a few sides to every story because it invariably involves more than one person. And that makes it even more complicated because you really have to listen. You hear stuff all the time like effective communication, learning to listen to what people are really saying n things like that.
Another tenet I have for you today based on that is.. treat people like how you’d like them to treat you.
When somebody very close calls you to say, “I’m going down to this event as well, where are you?”
And if you know they are going alone, what it really means is they want your company to go down together!
I’m no angel. But relationships which took decades to build up can crumble in a matter of months or years without proper maintenance.
We may dislike what people say to us coz it can be hurtful or too direct, but if there is a section of truth in those words it would do well to filter and try to understand what they’re really trying to say. Do you get what I’m trying to say?
You want to be successful, so do many people. It requires proactivity in all areas of life though.
Even if you’re very busy, make time to come for dinner once a week.
Even if you’ve a bf/gf, work OT everyday, some other people need to know that you still care for them.
As we grow older, we become more insecure wondering who’ll be there for us or will we be destined to be alone. If you still don’t get what I mean, watch Money no Enough 2 again.
I can handle many things alone because I’ve learnt my mistakes the hard way and its smartened me up somewhat. But we need to know you’re still here coz, we’re bloodbound. Trying to be there for someone isn’t easy I know but you can’t just be there for 1 person so often at the expense of losing others who, in their view have done at great personal cost over and beyond what they could give.
Last Sunday was All Souls Day. So while you pursue your dreams vigorously and its a good thing.. there are, two sides or more to everything.
What’s the use?
Its no use if you’ve some smarts but don’t put the knowledge into prompt and proper action. I’m certainly a very guilty party to that. Proactivity is one of the first lessons we all know instinctively, yet it sits idle inside me except to spring out with the thoughts of things like free drinks, good shopping deals and of today latest as I happened to be walking behind a very fine female specimen, “that’s a really nice gstring on that ass I wonder if she’s as naughty in bed”.
On the other hand, many people get overwhelmed by despite being smart. For one, we’re bombarded socially everywhere we go. I interact with my colleagues at work. During lunch, its either colleagues or friends. After work, friends who’ve nothing important on invariably plan for outings or will get in touch with you online. Important meaning that you don’t have any other fruitful pursuit that will enrich your life meaningfully other than fun activities of course. That’s what I’m caught up in. I would like to pursue such activities, but as it is with 90% of the poor people like me we’re busy having fun and relaxing after work instead of focusing on what I really want to do which is earn a ton of money. We instead comfort ourselves with meaningless platitudes like needing a break from a tough day at work or some shit. For the record my old mom probably takes mc from work twice a year while I take 5 times that amount. Its an evil circle I tell you.
And that’s what exactly separates the haves from the have nots. I said that I’m poor. You’re most likely poor too. Why? Because if you’re not rich, you’re poor damnit. The definitions of lower class, middle class, upper middle class etc was probably thought of by some economist/analyst who needed to segregate his report. But that’s again argumentative. Because my definition of rich might differ from yours and in all respect I can agree with that. I know people who’re content to exist simply and happily on a normal income.
My desire to have a lot of money should gain some momentum before people start saying “Oh what a nice car! Damn its just another old geezer driving it”. I may be earning a salary enough to survive on but I’ve blood in me that burns red hot against the prospect of working for someone for life. You think an Audi is enough? A Ferarri? Helicopter perhaps? Only you’ll know what’s enough when the time comes.
That’s just my analogy however. What I really mean to say is the things we really desire.. we’ve to remind ourselves over and over again every single day. Until that desire burns so brightly over anything else that you will do something to achieve it or regret as the years go by because you knew what you wanted, what you could’ve achieved.
But you know what that bloody well means it means I’ve to stop blogging for tonight and get my lazy fat ass back to work haha. I really don’t wanna leave on such a boring note though. So I’ve decided to post up one of my very top fave blogs. This blog is way hot, its a sex blog so if you’re below 18 or please seek parental consent. But like you would anyway you horny people. That’s why I love you. My mandarin is really improving everytime I read this blog because it is the only sex blog I bother to read that’s in chinese. I could talk sex in chinese now maybe, but I might just cause the girl to laugh instead of getting turned on.
Anyway I’m sure you’ll enjoy reading it as much I do 
http://maggiesong00.blogspot.com/
For me?
Haven’t heard this for awhile, much less have someone suddenly send me this song. But all quirky and surprise gifts are received warmly. It doesn’t take much to make me happy in some ways lol.
Ooo, want to but i cant help it
I love the way it feels
This got me stuck between my fantasy and what is real
I need it when i want it
I want it when i dont
Tell myself i’ll stop everyday
knowing that i wont
I got a problem, and I (dont know what to do about it)
Even if i did, i dont know if i would quit
but i doubt it; I’m
Taken by the thought of it
And i know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction
Im so strung out on you
I can barely move, but like it
So, then its all because of you (all because of you)
So, then its all because of you (all because of you)
And its all because of you (all because of you)
So, then it’s all because…
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug
Think of it every second
i cant get nothing done
Only concern is the nxt time im gon get me some
know i should stay away from…
cause its no good for me
i try and try, but my obsession wont let me leave
I got a problem, and i (dont know what to do about it)
Ooo, even if i did, i dont know if i would quit
but i doubt it; I’m
Taken by the thought of it
And i know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction
Im so strung out on you (strung out on you)
I can barely move, ooo, but like it (but i like it)
So, then its all because of you (all because of you)
So, then its all because of you (all because of you)
And its all because of you (all because of you)
So, then it’s all because…
Never get enough (never get enough)
She’s the sweetest drug
Aint no doubt (no doubt, hey)
So strung out (strung out, hey)
Aint no doubt
So strung out (hey)
(Over you)
Over you (you)
Over you (you)
Because of you And it’s all because of you
mmm. never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug.
Le sigh
Who would’ve expected this? I thought dealing with this stuff came only in teenage or young adulthood, not in my darned adage. When something keeps me awake at 3ish am it isn’t a small matter, especially since I’m such an easygoing blur person. I’m so tired these few weeks doing more stuff after work. Haven’t done that for awhile and I’m readjusting to the increased pace.
What would you do if you found out someone said something downright mean concerning you? First of all, I don’t go out to clubs with the aim to hookup or sleep around, I go there to drink/dance. I’ll flirt around with hot girls if they’re within our extended social group or friendly but I do not sleep around with Mary, Jane and Natasha. If you’re not a regular clubber or you’ve never clubbed with me regularly enough why are you fucking saying things behind my back about my clubbing habits? And if I wanted sex I could get it easily enough anytime you fucking idiot. Not everybody needs to go clubbing just to find sex. Do you think everyone makes friends with hot girls just to fuck them? They’re actually very nice if you’re not some freak or someone who’s trying to get into their pants all the time damnit. Have you ever heard of the concept playful flirting/teasing/friends/networking/socialising? Or do you think beautiful girls are so untouchable that they don’t need some normal friends? This is unbelievable.
Even worse, why are you saying things about my female friends? If you don’t like my friends, you can jolly well fucking ignore them. Its expected that not everybody likes everybody but you don’t say things like that. Here’s a fucking rule of life, if you’ve nothing good/constructive to say, don’t say it! The things I found out you said crossed the line so far that I can’t see where it ends. It was with so much disbelief that someone could say something like that in this day and age that I actually had to go around asking for confirmation from other parties present. Not that I didn’t believe you babe but I just simply couldn’t believe what I was hearing plus its too serious for me not to get additional info.
You who’re dating a married girl dare to criticise me behind my back. That she and her partner are no longer on terms doesn’t cut any ice with me. Fuck you understand. Even if I flirt around with a gazillion girls in the clubs everytime, if I fuck all the hot girls I would love to, at least I haven’t broken the sanctity of marriage. Don’t forget that for all the things you assume about me and my female friends, I know confirmed things about you and your current squeeze which I’ve kept to myself or told my femmes not to be busybodies because I understand the value of respect & privacy. Look in the bloody mirror aye?
You’ve shown no respect for my friends, our mutual friends whom you’ve known for years, for me, for yourself dude. The things you say and do are so more akin to office politics that I’m surprised you don’t realise it and won’t admit it. I don’t know what’s your beef. Ok actually I do. I know you’re very insecure inside and I can hazard some pretty accurate guesses why. Your other friends who still care for you are worried seeing you go down this slippery slope of putting others down to make yourself feel better..amongst other things.
A friend didn’t want me to confront him because it’ll be WW3. I’m really angry about it though. Its taking all of my self restraint not to do anything right now because you guys have an event coming up next weekend and I don’t want to spoil it for the rest. I’m so fucking tired as well from the past few weeks protecting friends from you coz they didn’t know how to protect themselves or didn’t want to aggravate matters. You are so going to lose all your close friends if you don’t get your shit together soon
PS: That much said, your current squeeze has really big bewbies. Piss me off enough any further and I might just sleep with her next to show you what sleeping around really means you asshole.
Someone told me recently, I didn’t expect you to keep in touch. I thought you would disappear after the fun and parties were over. I grinned inside and wondered, is that surprising? Whatever entertainment it is that people like, the parties will always end, the flings are just well flings, the games will pass on as you grow. You can still have all of those as life goes on but it won’t last unless the relationships mature between both people. Life is fleeting, a mere century before we’re extinguished on this earthly plane. Its much more interesting to live it well and worthy of your calling beyond the parties and fun Without further ado, my story of the week for ya all!
I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day.
As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, ‘I will work for food.’ My heart sank.
I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief.
We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking some what halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car.
Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: ‘Don’t go back to the office until you’ve at least driven once more around the square.’
Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square’s third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the store front church, going through his sack.
I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town’s newest visitor.
‘Looking for the pastor?’ I asked.
‘Not really,’ he replied, ‘just resting.’
‘Have you eaten today?’
‘Oh, I ate something early this morning.’
‘Would you like to have lunch with me?’
‘Do you have some work I could do for you?’
‘No work,’ I replied. ‘I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch.’
‘Sure,’ he replied with a smile.
As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. Where you headed?’
‘ St. Louis ..’
‘Where you from?’
‘Oh, all over; mostly Florida ..’
‘How long you been walking?’
‘Fourteen years,’ came the reply.
I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, ‘Jesus is The Never Ending Story.’
Then Daniel’s story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He’d made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences.. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought.
He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God
‘Nothing’s been the same since,’ he said, ‘I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now.’
‘Ever think of stopping?’ I asked.
‘Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That’s what’s in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads.’
I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked: ‘What’s it like?’
‘What?’
‘To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?’
‘Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn’t make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people’s concepts of other folks like me.’
My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said, ‘Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I’ve prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in.’
I felt as if we were on holy ground. ‘Could you use another Bible?’ I asked.
He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. ‘I’ve read through it 14 times,’ he said.
‘I’m not sure we’ve got one of those, but let’s stop by our church and see’ I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful.
‘Where are you headed from here?’ I asked.
‘Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon.’
‘Are you hoping to hire on there for a while?’
‘No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that’s where I’m going next.’
He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we’d met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things.
‘Would you sign my autograph book?’ he asked. ‘I like to keep messages from folks I meet.’
I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, ‘I know the plans I have for you, declared the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a future and a hope.’
‘Thanks, man,’ he said. ‘I know we just met and we’re really just strangers, but I love you.’
‘I know,’ I said, ‘I love you, too.’ ‘The Lord is good!’
‘Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?’ I asked.
‘A long time,’ he replied
And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, ‘See you in the New Jerusalem.’
‘I’ll be there!’ was my reply.
He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, ‘When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?’
‘You bet,’ I shouted back, ‘God bless.’
‘God bless.’ And that was the last I saw of him.
Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them … a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them.
Then I remembered his words: ‘If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?’
Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry.. ‘See you in the New Jerusalem,’ he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will….
Nice one!
I don’t play games, but I don’t mind playing with words. And its rare to receive a uppercut sentence that would put Foreman or Mhd Ali to shame.
“You don’t have to try and understand what I’m thinking, you’ve probably confirmed your thoughts haha.”
I reread that a few times and laughed. Nice one there really. Saying something without exactly coming out to say it while leaving things to the imagination for further joustings is an art to be appreciated. It took awhile to get that answer, but I got the reply I was looking for. Don’t you just love win win situations.
Finally.
I can login to blog. First off I blame wordpress for my long absences in between posting. It took 10 minutes of waiting before WP loaded today even. Its like maybe Asia’s too insignificant for WP to up their servers/bandwidth for faster loading times. And don’t give me that bull about us being far from Western country servers because Asia is the biggest now, other than Citibank that is. But I was itching to write so I grit my teeth and waited.
I watched with glee as the American and European banks flounder like helpless ducks lately. Mergers, takeovers, closures. AIG nearly at death’s door, Wachovia swallowed and tons more financial institutions desperately seeking capital. I laughed even harder when Bush’s 1 trillion Bill was vetoed by a huge ass majority. Inflation is a big bitch right now. Oil’s still hovering above $100/barrel. Singapore’s just increased electricity by 21 FUCKING percento babies.
Somebody asked me lately whether to leave CPF with the govt and get back an annuity in the future for like 10 or 20 years. I nearly choked at that.
Damnit No! People, you take your CPF out in cash and invest it elsewhere when you can lay your hands on it. If you actually knew what happens with your money you would too. Sure its safe with the govt. But you ain’t gonna survive on an annuity of $800 a month when you were previously earning a comfortable income. Plus, reporting average past performance of like double digits every year is fine and dandy, but the public would be interested to know of certain investments that have dropped by more than 90% in value as well. That’s using your money babe. How is due diligence done? Investments all have risk, but a 90% drop in value? Was anyone made accountable? That’s like investing into an Enron with my CPF money that’s tied up there.
That’s it for the news. I hear about it so much I’m sick of it.
An ex has been calling me lately asking to meet for coffee or drinks or just smsing to ask how are you. It spoke not too subtle volumes of I’d like us to fuck after that. It was thought provoking because some of us never change in certain aspects. Sure I’d love a booty call like any normal guy if you’re hot but the thought of sex with her just wasn’t on the cards anymore. It doesn’t mean I’m like wham bam thank you mam with girls in case you’re wondering. It means I’m more selective about who I want to spend time with now. Sometimes I just can’t stand the pace in Singapore. Pretty damned situational no matter how I look at it.
I even make effort sometimes to plan parties or date people way in advance but still they forget despite reminders. I keep cool coz its expected that people know you’re not dated in advance unless I really want to meet you. It really fucks up my mood and riles me up inside though. I know girls sure as hell do get pissed off even worse if you fail to turn up for a planned meet haha. But thinking about it just hella irritates me so lets move on.
Zoukout. There better still be a damn hotel room available for booking now because I like comfort. I decided not to make it a massive gathering this year because I needed quick replies to book a room. More space for us and the alcohol in the jacuzzi if I manage to land a suite too. No one ugly allowed.
Zoukout 2008
Confirmed DJ List As Of Sunday, 7 Sep ‘08
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$48 – Advance tickets (up till 12th December)
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$58 – Event Day tickets on 13th December available from the Zouk ticketing booth (all day) and at the venue (from 6.30pm onwards)
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Minimum age of entry 18, photo ID required to gain entry.
Note: The entire Zouk complex will be closed on this night.
*This is a rain or shine event. Swimming is strictly prohibited during the entire event.
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I’m pondering to stop clubbing until Zoukout 2008 and let it all out at one go. Are you READY!
