Holy crap, the missus just forced me to update this... silly rant.
So how are you guys shaping up? Christmas is just round the corner and I hope you guys are feeling the spirit. EVEN though its been totally commercialised... still we can keep the spirit, ya?
I've been on leave since the 20th and its fabulous. I've not bonded with the sofa because I have actually become part of a sofa. Yup, I've been assimilated into being a sofa. Being a slug is just so fun. TV in front, control on hands, notebook hooked on internet, food in the fridge... what more can a man ask for?
Did you guy manage to watch any nice heart warming movies lately? There don't seem to be anymore of this nice Christmassy movies.. I watched one on HBO just a day back, Valley of Light. quite touching, but nothing to crow about. Hallmark channel is going to show a remake of 'scrooge' (hears groans and 'not agains') and surprise surprise ANOTHER remake of 'scrooge'. Christmas u get lots of scrooge. So are you a scrooge like me bro in London? I'm making him buy me a PR in UK. Well if we have to ask, we ask for the impossible. All i have for him for Christmas is some cheesy gift. HAHA. Thats me, an absolute asshole.
Since i've been quite happy with life on the sofa this couple of days, there's really nothing much to rant about. Not that I can't start, but I'm in no mood to start, you know how cancerians are, full of moods. Everything depends on a cancerian mood. Trust me.
Well most probably I won't be here updating till after Christmas where maybe I can rant about the gifts I'm going to recieve, IF i get to receive em.
Have a Merry Happy Christmas!
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Weekend Rants
So hows your weekend? Did you.. like me... just became a couch slug, hogging onto the remote control and feasting your eyes on programmes you'd probably would have laugh at if your mates told you they watched it?
What makes weekends so important? That girlfriends, boyfriends and families demand that you spend your time with them.. Is it that there will indeed be quaility time during the weekends and one can't get quality time during a common weekday?
I love my wife. She's forever working. But whenever we feel that we need quality time, we just stay up in bed and talk and talk and talk and.... talk... and talk..... and talk.. there's never ending topics to talk about. Sometimes revisiting history again and again and it never gets bored. Well to put right some people, I love her not that she's forever working, what i meant was, even though she's forever working, I love her all the same.
Maybe one day will come when she brings the bacon home and I, the man, would just be a couch slug. A snail, an invertebrate, in comatose on the sofa, hogging the remote control. Just give me cable, Internet and Food, lets not forget cigarettes or cancer sticks.
I'm amazed at my Missus pretty frequently, even though we've been together for 3 years or more. To say she's independent would be far fetched, but she's not far from it. She has her own strong ways and yet sometimes she's so weak, she needs protection. Sometimes she says the darnest things and she likes 'cold' jokes, which to me are.... DOH~ but since it tickles her, I learn to share it with her and let her share it with me.
Sometimes I miss her so much till it hurts. Even though we see each other everyday. Sometimes hearing her breathe when she sleeps gives me comfort. When she laughs the whole world laughs with her, when she cries, my whole world shatters. Sometimes she's infuriating, sometimes she's just plain silly. To have her is like a dream. Thank heavens I'm with her.
Anyway after that mushy stuff, after the football match yesterday, I happened to tuned into Star Movies (Chinese) and a korean drama was on. So much poems.. some was pretty sweet,
You do your own things,
Forever thinking that I've not caught you looking at me.
Thank you for noticing me,
I hope you've not caught me looking at you.
You are like the beautiful fish in the ocean,
Swimming your way.
I am the ocean,
Letting you have your way.
Would you mind if I swam with you?
There were plenty more poems they used and all were sweet and touching. As i was surfing the channels, I missed quite a bit of the show, shucks. And I couldn't remember the title of the show.
I hope you guys had a beautiful weekend.
What makes weekends so important? That girlfriends, boyfriends and families demand that you spend your time with them.. Is it that there will indeed be quaility time during the weekends and one can't get quality time during a common weekday?
I love my wife. She's forever working. But whenever we feel that we need quality time, we just stay up in bed and talk and talk and talk and.... talk... and talk..... and talk.. there's never ending topics to talk about. Sometimes revisiting history again and again and it never gets bored. Well to put right some people, I love her not that she's forever working, what i meant was, even though she's forever working, I love her all the same.
Maybe one day will come when she brings the bacon home and I, the man, would just be a couch slug. A snail, an invertebrate, in comatose on the sofa, hogging the remote control. Just give me cable, Internet and Food, lets not forget cigarettes or cancer sticks.
I'm amazed at my Missus pretty frequently, even though we've been together for 3 years or more. To say she's independent would be far fetched, but she's not far from it. She has her own strong ways and yet sometimes she's so weak, she needs protection. Sometimes she says the darnest things and she likes 'cold' jokes, which to me are.... DOH~ but since it tickles her, I learn to share it with her and let her share it with me.
Sometimes I miss her so much till it hurts. Even though we see each other everyday. Sometimes hearing her breathe when she sleeps gives me comfort. When she laughs the whole world laughs with her, when she cries, my whole world shatters. Sometimes she's infuriating, sometimes she's just plain silly. To have her is like a dream. Thank heavens I'm with her.
Anyway after that mushy stuff, after the football match yesterday, I happened to tuned into Star Movies (Chinese) and a korean drama was on. So much poems.. some was pretty sweet,
You do your own things,
Forever thinking that I've not caught you looking at me.
Thank you for noticing me,
I hope you've not caught me looking at you.
You are like the beautiful fish in the ocean,
Swimming your way.
I am the ocean,
Letting you have your way.
Would you mind if I swam with you?
There were plenty more poems they used and all were sweet and touching. As i was surfing the channels, I missed quite a bit of the show, shucks. And I couldn't remember the title of the show.
I hope you guys had a beautiful weekend.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Festive Season for Rants!
ho ho ho joyous readers its that time of the year where money isn't ever enough. Be forewarned this is a massive long wordy blog. Coz I haven't been ranting for days...
Why do people ever buy thier gift early? There's never a sale going on and you'll never know if that friend will soon turn into a foe! Well the only reason will be to beat the queue at the cash register 'Ka Ching!' Still the only time you can feel the festive mood is during the rush of sales.
Congratulations again to Dear Missus Tan for finally getting her Blue I/C. What an ever hassle there was. The never ending forms and the never ending queues plus over zealous officers finding every reason to reject your application. But no longer, because Sillypore wants a population of 7million. That's right, only in Sillypore do they count Permanent Residents as a part of citizens. I'm sure they are still cracking thier heads on WHY these people never applies for citizenship! What a laugh!
Lay people like us queue and do it by the system (takes about 3 months), but if you are rich and buy over some million dollar building, your process takes 2 days and an officer delivers the blue i/c to you with 2 hands and a bow. And our poor school children talks about upholding meritocracy etc etc brained washed by our dear civil servants. Money rules, democractic or not. Look at Kim Jong watever of the North Korean Republic, asshole drinks wine, nice dinner, stays in a palace, while the poor population bows and prays to him like some kind of God. If you guys watched discovery channel you'd have laugh your head off when one of the poor korean peasant said, Because our General is So great, America with thier nuclear bombs are afraid of us. Such logic. If only someone would have just told him, USA don't give a damn about you because you have NO OIL. And anyway a Merry X'mas to you, you poor demented peasant of the PRK. Santa should and must deliver some happy gifts to you. We should all bless the poor souls in PRK. But hold your donations till that pot bellied ass of the General dies.
Which brings me to my dear jolly friends and loved ones. Yes, you too my dear colleagues (Stop asking for an increment) Jolly tidings and merry xmas to all of you, yes you the one in Canada, where its forever 1C degree, whats wrong with Yahoo weather? Its always 1c in the place she's at. My dearest friends please take some time in this festive season to think of the poor souls. I know that we ourselves need some good tidings ourselves, but seriously there are people in this earth who have more severe problems than us. When you slice into the hot juicy turkey, chewing that honey baked ham, spare a thought for those who are more unfortunate than us. And if possible, please do offer a prayer. I don't care what religion you are in, just offer a prayer to your God or Gods (for some) for the unfortunates.
I wish all of you readers a merry and joyous Christmas. I wish that all of you are always in a state of love. In love or being loved. Because I always love you guys. Yes, you the one in London too. None of you are forgotten in my prayers in this jolly festive season.. (yes, you too, you stupid timeshare/insurance/finance/ sales/tele marketeer person)
Lets rant about them the next time.
Why do people ever buy thier gift early? There's never a sale going on and you'll never know if that friend will soon turn into a foe! Well the only reason will be to beat the queue at the cash register 'Ka Ching!' Still the only time you can feel the festive mood is during the rush of sales.
Congratulations again to Dear Missus Tan for finally getting her Blue I/C. What an ever hassle there was. The never ending forms and the never ending queues plus over zealous officers finding every reason to reject your application. But no longer, because Sillypore wants a population of 7million. That's right, only in Sillypore do they count Permanent Residents as a part of citizens. I'm sure they are still cracking thier heads on WHY these people never applies for citizenship! What a laugh!
Lay people like us queue and do it by the system (takes about 3 months), but if you are rich and buy over some million dollar building, your process takes 2 days and an officer delivers the blue i/c to you with 2 hands and a bow. And our poor school children talks about upholding meritocracy etc etc brained washed by our dear civil servants. Money rules, democractic or not. Look at Kim Jong watever of the North Korean Republic, asshole drinks wine, nice dinner, stays in a palace, while the poor population bows and prays to him like some kind of God. If you guys watched discovery channel you'd have laugh your head off when one of the poor korean peasant said, Because our General is So great, America with thier nuclear bombs are afraid of us. Such logic. If only someone would have just told him, USA don't give a damn about you because you have NO OIL. And anyway a Merry X'mas to you, you poor demented peasant of the PRK. Santa should and must deliver some happy gifts to you. We should all bless the poor souls in PRK. But hold your donations till that pot bellied ass of the General dies.
Which brings me to my dear jolly friends and loved ones. Yes, you too my dear colleagues (Stop asking for an increment) Jolly tidings and merry xmas to all of you, yes you the one in Canada, where its forever 1C degree, whats wrong with Yahoo weather? Its always 1c in the place she's at. My dearest friends please take some time in this festive season to think of the poor souls. I know that we ourselves need some good tidings ourselves, but seriously there are people in this earth who have more severe problems than us. When you slice into the hot juicy turkey, chewing that honey baked ham, spare a thought for those who are more unfortunate than us. And if possible, please do offer a prayer. I don't care what religion you are in, just offer a prayer to your God or Gods (for some) for the unfortunates.
I wish all of you readers a merry and joyous Christmas. I wish that all of you are always in a state of love. In love or being loved. Because I always love you guys. Yes, you the one in London too. None of you are forgotten in my prayers in this jolly festive season.. (yes, you too, you stupid timeshare/insurance/finance/ sales/tele marketeer person)
Lets rant about them the next time.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Life and its Quirkiness
Cheerios my dear readers. Quite a few who checks in and thanks to you. And of course dear Missus.
A round of applause and congratulations to the missus for gaining her PR! Yes, finally she can borrow books from the library using her own identity card, she gets to pay taxes, gets to have CPF, discounts/subsidies in government stuff, buy HDB flat and so on except get to vote. Whats in a vote anyway? Sillyporeans are too afraid to try anything new, rock the boat or whatever. Look at our dear friends in Ozzieland, well done on your choice of a new Prime Minister, the old one was getting too full of himself and slowly turning authoritarian. Like how Thaksin was changing. Not saying that the current government is crappy or anything...
Wow what a lot to say when its just about PR. One thing does lead to another as usual.
Today we rant about people who hates thier boss. Well not that relationships are without frictions, so expect to have some friction with your boss too. Sometimes, you just have to laugh softly instead of letting the whole office know you're idling. If you have to idle, do it in a smarter way. Look around you and you may see someone working thier ass off, while you and others are having a jolly fun time. Not that there's anything wrong in having a fun time in the office, but control your idle times. You don't get paid to be idle and slack right?
Then of course, bosses shouldn't expect thier staff to read thier mind and/or moods. So my dear colleagues, I apologise for my temper and shit. There.
I hear some comments about the friends thing about how we should just forgive and forget, about give and take. Yes but some friends are worthy of forgiving and forgetting while some you should just forget. All relationships are give and take. Being humans, we'll take things for granted and need to be reminded. Its either a gentle reminder or a stern and firm reminder. It all depends on how you manage your friendship. If you want to treat everyone the same, KUDOS to you, but we all know its not possible. Because you can't possibly go up to an hour old 'friend' and start telling him/her how wonderfully happy you are thereby causing envy, or tell him/her how sad/miserable you are, and causing this new found friend to FEAR you. So like it or not, we do compartmentalise our friends. Get your friends a gift this year. Make a card, say hello to a long lost friend. Lets see whats in stored.
Christmas is coming around really quick for me this year, so whats the plan? Any chance we get snow this Christmas? No not the fake stuff. We want the REAL stuff.
Wonder whats Paul getting me this year. Not that i EVER EVER EVER get him anything in return, its just so fun to receive without giving. Not that he ever bothers or care, which takes out the fun a little bit, but what the heck, Paul, can I have a house in missusland this year instead?
A round of applause and congratulations to the missus for gaining her PR! Yes, finally she can borrow books from the library using her own identity card, she gets to pay taxes, gets to have CPF, discounts/subsidies in government stuff, buy HDB flat and so on except get to vote. Whats in a vote anyway? Sillyporeans are too afraid to try anything new, rock the boat or whatever. Look at our dear friends in Ozzieland, well done on your choice of a new Prime Minister, the old one was getting too full of himself and slowly turning authoritarian. Like how Thaksin was changing. Not saying that the current government is crappy or anything...
Wow what a lot to say when its just about PR. One thing does lead to another as usual.
Today we rant about people who hates thier boss. Well not that relationships are without frictions, so expect to have some friction with your boss too. Sometimes, you just have to laugh softly instead of letting the whole office know you're idling. If you have to idle, do it in a smarter way. Look around you and you may see someone working thier ass off, while you and others are having a jolly fun time. Not that there's anything wrong in having a fun time in the office, but control your idle times. You don't get paid to be idle and slack right?
Then of course, bosses shouldn't expect thier staff to read thier mind and/or moods. So my dear colleagues, I apologise for my temper and shit. There.
I hear some comments about the friends thing about how we should just forgive and forget, about give and take. Yes but some friends are worthy of forgiving and forgetting while some you should just forget. All relationships are give and take. Being humans, we'll take things for granted and need to be reminded. Its either a gentle reminder or a stern and firm reminder. It all depends on how you manage your friendship. If you want to treat everyone the same, KUDOS to you, but we all know its not possible. Because you can't possibly go up to an hour old 'friend' and start telling him/her how wonderfully happy you are thereby causing envy, or tell him/her how sad/miserable you are, and causing this new found friend to FEAR you. So like it or not, we do compartmentalise our friends. Get your friends a gift this year. Make a card, say hello to a long lost friend. Lets see whats in stored.
Christmas is coming around really quick for me this year, so whats the plan? Any chance we get snow this Christmas? No not the fake stuff. We want the REAL stuff.
Wonder whats Paul getting me this year. Not that i EVER EVER EVER get him anything in return, its just so fun to receive without giving. Not that he ever bothers or care, which takes out the fun a little bit, but what the heck, Paul, can I have a house in missusland this year instead?
Monday, December 3, 2007
Yup I'm back
After a lengthy layoff of a few days I'm back with more rants. Ok 1 rant, errr make that 2 whatever.
I was supposed to carry on with the men v women debate but today I wanna rant about friends.
As the saying goes, Quality not Quantity. Its not about how many friends you have but rather how many really good friends you have. Sadly we should all compartmentalise our friends, put them into different boxes titled, Acquaintance, Hi-Bye, Potential, Good friend, Buddies, Shopping, Outings, Die hard etc. After you have done this, you have to be open minded enough to switch names between the boxes, because a certain acquaintance might interest you more and slowly upgrade the name or throw it into another box.
Most importantly have a compartment titled "When in trouble look here". I realised I used up that boxful of names quite long ago and now I've to look inside myself to see what went wrong. (Paul excluded because he's just too far away)
I've learnt this the hard way through growing up and if you happen to read this, good on you, but better for you if you start to compartmentalise now. It'll save you lots of heartaches and disappointments in the years to come.
I was supposed to carry on with the men v women debate but today I wanna rant about friends.
As the saying goes, Quality not Quantity. Its not about how many friends you have but rather how many really good friends you have. Sadly we should all compartmentalise our friends, put them into different boxes titled, Acquaintance, Hi-Bye, Potential, Good friend, Buddies, Shopping, Outings, Die hard etc. After you have done this, you have to be open minded enough to switch names between the boxes, because a certain acquaintance might interest you more and slowly upgrade the name or throw it into another box.
Most importantly have a compartment titled "When in trouble look here". I realised I used up that boxful of names quite long ago and now I've to look inside myself to see what went wrong. (Paul excluded because he's just too far away)
I've learnt this the hard way through growing up and if you happen to read this, good on you, but better for you if you start to compartmentalise now. It'll save you lots of heartaches and disappointments in the years to come.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Women wants Men to read thier mind
And we go on again about the women-men debate. Notice its Women first before Men, and they scream about equality. *mumbles*
What women want is pretty simple. Her wants changes accordingly to her moods, age and location. When she is down, she wants a man with a strong shoulder. When she is happy, she wants someone to share her joy with, when she is angry, she wants a man to rant at, she wants to be pampered, but not all the time, because it gets boring, she wants a man who will behave like a man at the right time. She wants her man to be spontaneous yet submissive yet a little chauvinistic, add humour, a pinch of romance, a drop of sentimental emotions, a tinge of humility and know when to shed a tear during a soppy show.
Don't you guys find it simple?
That perfect man does not exist. Neither does the perfect women.
Men just wants his wife to shut up, kneel down and give him a blow job. Cook up a feast fit for a king, kneel down and give him a blow job. Clean up the house, kneel down and give him a blow job etc.
So no, the perfect woman don't exist.
They don't exist because they can't read minds. I can't read minds. What men and women really need through the ages is a strong dose of communication. Then again, most men can't communicate besides asking for a blow job....
Tomorrow I'll stand on the guys side.
What women want is pretty simple. Her wants changes accordingly to her moods, age and location. When she is down, she wants a man with a strong shoulder. When she is happy, she wants someone to share her joy with, when she is angry, she wants a man to rant at, she wants to be pampered, but not all the time, because it gets boring, she wants a man who will behave like a man at the right time. She wants her man to be spontaneous yet submissive yet a little chauvinistic, add humour, a pinch of romance, a drop of sentimental emotions, a tinge of humility and know when to shed a tear during a soppy show.
Don't you guys find it simple?
That perfect man does not exist. Neither does the perfect women.
Men just wants his wife to shut up, kneel down and give him a blow job. Cook up a feast fit for a king, kneel down and give him a blow job. Clean up the house, kneel down and give him a blow job etc.
So no, the perfect woman don't exist.
They don't exist because they can't read minds. I can't read minds. What men and women really need through the ages is a strong dose of communication. Then again, most men can't communicate besides asking for a blow job....
Tomorrow I'll stand on the guys side.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
What do women want?
If you guys have been reading joke mails and spam mails, you'd most probably have heard of this one and i totally agree with it.
As we all know women are hard to please. Alright, HARD doesn't even come close. Its downright impossible to know what women really wants. Men however are really simple.
Women at 18 wants a cool chap, lots of attention, talk of the town type of guy. Substance don't matter, just the cool guy.
Women at 20 wants a guy who have any job, decent looking and well cool where all her friends are envious.
Women at 24 wants a guy who has a job, good looking, drives, romantic, bring her to the discos and treats her like a princess.
Women at 28 wants a guy who has a decent job. drives, knows how to treat a lady and is able to pay for the vacation or the candle light dinner.
Women at 30 wants a guy who has a proper good paying job, not bald and cares about her.
Women at 35 wants a guy who's not bald.
Women at 40 just wants a guy.
See how many changes there are?
While men on the hand are simple blokes.
Men at 20 wants a 18 year old sweet young thing.
Men at 22 wants a 18 year old sweet young thing.
Men at 24 wants a 18 year old sweet young thing.
Men at 30 wants a 18 year old sweet young thing.
Men at 35 wants a 18 year old sweet young thing.
Men at 40 wants a 18year old sweet young thing.
Men at 50 wants a 18 year old sweet young thing.
See how simple men are?
More on what women wants tomorrow.
As we all know women are hard to please. Alright, HARD doesn't even come close. Its downright impossible to know what women really wants. Men however are really simple.
Women at 18 wants a cool chap, lots of attention, talk of the town type of guy. Substance don't matter, just the cool guy.
Women at 20 wants a guy who have any job, decent looking and well cool where all her friends are envious.
Women at 24 wants a guy who has a job, good looking, drives, romantic, bring her to the discos and treats her like a princess.
Women at 28 wants a guy who has a decent job. drives, knows how to treat a lady and is able to pay for the vacation or the candle light dinner.
Women at 30 wants a guy who has a proper good paying job, not bald and cares about her.
Women at 35 wants a guy who's not bald.
Women at 40 just wants a guy.
See how many changes there are?
While men on the hand are simple blokes.
Men at 20 wants a 18 year old sweet young thing.
Men at 22 wants a 18 year old sweet young thing.
Men at 24 wants a 18 year old sweet young thing.
Men at 30 wants a 18 year old sweet young thing.
Men at 35 wants a 18 year old sweet young thing.
Men at 40 wants a 18year old sweet young thing.
Men at 50 wants a 18 year old sweet young thing.
See how simple men are?
More on what women wants tomorrow.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Monday Reds
I hate Mondays. Absolutely. Nope, no question about it. I know some of you sadistic fools LOVES Mondays and you go, whats wrong with Mondays? It most probably mean you're some rich ass debt free lucky ass and i so envy you. *HMPH*. yes you who listens to Suze Orman when she says NO you cannot afford it and you actually listen to her.
Anyways had the usual Monday morning meetings and I'm constantly being reminded to keep my temper. But sometimes its so hard especially if you are repeating yourself every other week. I don't blame anyone actually. We're just humans and we do forget things and we do ignore obvious foolhardiness. But we must really constantly remind ourselves. I'm as guilty as my staff in forgetting things, but its unfortunate I got an elephant of a memory. I pretend to forget things, or the term 'selective memory'. I even have 'selective anger'. Lets face it, who doesn't?
Do we treat everyone the same? Some women treat thier boyfriends/husbands worse than they treat thier friends, some treat thier parents way better than anybody else. Because of such behaviours we have selective feelings/emotions. If your lover says you are fat, it hurts more than a stranger who says you are fat. Geddit?
Women are such.... never mind. We just love our women anyway.
Which brings me to vulgarities. When we watch a movie, we hear the F word all the time and we are ok with it, but when someone spouts it, ooh this guy is so vulgar and its as if he/she commited the gravest sin ever. SUCH HYPOCRITES. F**k YOU! ya take that. HMPH! Speaking of which, anyone of you realise that Taiwanese and Cantonese vulgarities have a nicer tone than the Singapore hokkien vulgarities? Its as if they are singing a nice lullaby while in fact they are screwing your ass with a hot iron rod with a poker at the end and a vibrator at the start.
Who here subscribes to "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me". Well BULLSHIT. Words said in the right way may melt hearts, but use it wrongly, you'll make an enemy so fast and furious you wish you were never born.
Thats all for Monday's rants. Shut it and ********* YOU!
* love
** love you
*** love you much
**** love you very much
you get the picture.
Anyways had the usual Monday morning meetings and I'm constantly being reminded to keep my temper. But sometimes its so hard especially if you are repeating yourself every other week. I don't blame anyone actually. We're just humans and we do forget things and we do ignore obvious foolhardiness. But we must really constantly remind ourselves. I'm as guilty as my staff in forgetting things, but its unfortunate I got an elephant of a memory. I pretend to forget things, or the term 'selective memory'. I even have 'selective anger'. Lets face it, who doesn't?
Do we treat everyone the same? Some women treat thier boyfriends/husbands worse than they treat thier friends, some treat thier parents way better than anybody else. Because of such behaviours we have selective feelings/emotions. If your lover says you are fat, it hurts more than a stranger who says you are fat. Geddit?
Women are such.... never mind. We just love our women anyway.
Which brings me to vulgarities. When we watch a movie, we hear the F word all the time and we are ok with it, but when someone spouts it, ooh this guy is so vulgar and its as if he/she commited the gravest sin ever. SUCH HYPOCRITES. F**k YOU! ya take that. HMPH! Speaking of which, anyone of you realise that Taiwanese and Cantonese vulgarities have a nicer tone than the Singapore hokkien vulgarities? Its as if they are singing a nice lullaby while in fact they are screwing your ass with a hot iron rod with a poker at the end and a vibrator at the start.
Who here subscribes to "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me". Well BULLSHIT. Words said in the right way may melt hearts, but use it wrongly, you'll make an enemy so fast and furious you wish you were never born.
Thats all for Monday's rants. Shut it and ********* YOU!
* love
** love you
*** love you much
**** love you very much
you get the picture.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Saturday what a day!
*Yawn* Hope you guys had a nice Friday party and thoroughly enjoyed yourself.
Its 3.15am as I'm typing this and its officially Sunday. Arsenal won 2-0 though they kept it late into the match, but they are AWESOME.
Other than that the weekend was pretty usual. The missus made fantastic fried bee hoon and she tried to make Coca Cola Chicken Wings which was not up to her usual standard. Reckon she's telling me something? Hmmmm
Wasn't able to sleep on Friday so I got online and got Paul to play backgammon. He's such a sucker. A lovable sucker though. I got him so hooked on backgammon I think he'll sleep dreaming about it. He sucks at it and finally on early Sunday morning like 1-2am he manage to really beat me. HAHA. Well played Paul!! I've to find another game to sucker him then.
There are truly too many comments on how lousy my blog looks and besides the ugliness, I've put in too much words. But I love words. I play with words. In fact when I'm thoroughly bored, I read the dictionary.
Anyways I don't think there'll be much change to my blog till some nice blokes make a nice one for me. I can of course ask my designer and programmer to do it, but that'll be using my authority in the wrong way. I know, who cares right? Still... I'll endure all your horrible comments till someone volunteers to do something for me. HAHA.
So how was your Saturday then? Are you ready for Sunday?
Its 3.15am as I'm typing this and its officially Sunday. Arsenal won 2-0 though they kept it late into the match, but they are AWESOME.
Other than that the weekend was pretty usual. The missus made fantastic fried bee hoon and she tried to make Coca Cola Chicken Wings which was not up to her usual standard. Reckon she's telling me something? Hmmmm
Wasn't able to sleep on Friday so I got online and got Paul to play backgammon. He's such a sucker. A lovable sucker though. I got him so hooked on backgammon I think he'll sleep dreaming about it. He sucks at it and finally on early Sunday morning like 1-2am he manage to really beat me. HAHA. Well played Paul!! I've to find another game to sucker him then.
There are truly too many comments on how lousy my blog looks and besides the ugliness, I've put in too much words. But I love words. I play with words. In fact when I'm thoroughly bored, I read the dictionary.
Anyways I don't think there'll be much change to my blog till some nice blokes make a nice one for me. I can of course ask my designer and programmer to do it, but that'll be using my authority in the wrong way. I know, who cares right? Still... I'll endure all your horrible comments till someone volunteers to do something for me. HAHA.
So how was your Saturday then? Are you ready for Sunday?
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thank God its a Ranting Friday
Yes and Friday somehow rhymes with Five. Rant no. 5
Thanks for all your comments, obviously I know who you guys are. And OK OK I get the message that my blog is toooooooo plain. Can't help it, I'm a plain and simple guy. :)
So to those who 'likes' (dreaming) my blog and find it plain, help me set one up, do one that you think is more suitable. See I'm so accomodating.
Also a thank you for reading and I hope I captured your attention with my wordy blogs.
Right on then to our daily rant.
For those who have no interest in football, don't worry, even though its about footie the rant isn't about footie. If you haven't already know, England have failed to qualify for the Euro Cup 2008 and the head coach has been sacked. So the witchhunt and blame begins.
Some quarters feel that the English Premier League have too much foreigners and this foreigners have hampered the growth of young English footballers. I personally feel this topic is the same as ;
1. Aussies blaming the Asians for the lack of employment opportunities in Aussieland.
2.Local workers blaming the foreigners for the lack of job opportunities.
3.When your boss employs someone new and not promote you.
We should all look inside ourselves and ask ourselves whether we deserve the opportunity or not. All our lives we should be trying hard to better ourselves and readying ourselves waiting for opportunity to knock. We must have the right skillsets and the right mentality to grab the opportunity when it comes.
So in the event of England, are thier youngsters good enough? If they are, clubs will be falling head over heels for thier signatures. Are they cost effective and are they value for money? Clubs are not charities. Asians in ozzieland have been found to be more hardworking, therefore employers prefer them.
Just like the Sillypore policy of Foreign Talent. Like the whole of Singapore, we have the best system of governance. But the people placed in charge are the problem. They are after all humans, therefore they make mistakes (and cover thier backside too much), and the Sillypore government will do well to recognise that they have a good system but have lousy personnel in charge. They should also learn to apologise when wrong and take a huge dose of humility. When they do, we'll no longer be sillypore or 'sink'apore or stupidpore but a proper Singapore.
Of course thats not all to the debate. But seeing how much I've written, scares me. I should change the title of my blog to WORDY BLOG. Now let your eyes have some rest and your friendly english teacher will be back tomorrow for another RANT.
TGIF
Thanks for all your comments, obviously I know who you guys are. And OK OK I get the message that my blog is toooooooo plain. Can't help it, I'm a plain and simple guy. :)
So to those who 'likes' (dreaming) my blog and find it plain, help me set one up, do one that you think is more suitable. See I'm so accomodating.
Also a thank you for reading and I hope I captured your attention with my wordy blogs.
Right on then to our daily rant.
For those who have no interest in football, don't worry, even though its about footie the rant isn't about footie. If you haven't already know, England have failed to qualify for the Euro Cup 2008 and the head coach has been sacked. So the witchhunt and blame begins.
Some quarters feel that the English Premier League have too much foreigners and this foreigners have hampered the growth of young English footballers. I personally feel this topic is the same as ;
1. Aussies blaming the Asians for the lack of employment opportunities in Aussieland.
2.Local workers blaming the foreigners for the lack of job opportunities.
3.When your boss employs someone new and not promote you.
We should all look inside ourselves and ask ourselves whether we deserve the opportunity or not. All our lives we should be trying hard to better ourselves and readying ourselves waiting for opportunity to knock. We must have the right skillsets and the right mentality to grab the opportunity when it comes.
So in the event of England, are thier youngsters good enough? If they are, clubs will be falling head over heels for thier signatures. Are they cost effective and are they value for money? Clubs are not charities. Asians in ozzieland have been found to be more hardworking, therefore employers prefer them.
Just like the Sillypore policy of Foreign Talent. Like the whole of Singapore, we have the best system of governance. But the people placed in charge are the problem. They are after all humans, therefore they make mistakes (and cover thier backside too much), and the Sillypore government will do well to recognise that they have a good system but have lousy personnel in charge. They should also learn to apologise when wrong and take a huge dose of humility. When they do, we'll no longer be sillypore or 'sink'apore or stupidpore but a proper Singapore.
Of course thats not all to the debate. But seeing how much I've written, scares me. I should change the title of my blog to WORDY BLOG. Now let your eyes have some rest and your friendly english teacher will be back tomorrow for another RANT.
TGIF
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Do you smell the weekend?
Hello again folks, its your resident ranter.
The day started with a sickly feeling in the throat and oh oh... it feels like the dreaded tonsilitis is visiting. You know how sometimes your body is telling you things? Mines telling me to stop whatever heaty food I've been eating. Tough.
Todays blog is late simply because I tried to post using my iphone. But the damn safari browser refused to let me type in the column only allows me to fill in the title bar. So if any of you have been waiting (as if) I apologise.
Weekends are on the way and Arsenal will be playing Wigan on Saturday. Thats something to look forward to. On top of the footie, I've been invited by Marriot Hotel for some presentation. In appreciation for attending I get to have 100bucks Takashimaya voucher. Woot! The missus will be pleased. Another for her shopping spree.
If any of you have been to the presentation please do drop me a note and give me a heads up on whats it about. I'm so damn sure its some timeshare nonsense and it'll be a waste of time. 40mins!!!! for 100bucks.. hmmm Anything for the missus.
Thats all for today then. its TGIF tomorrow!
The day started with a sickly feeling in the throat and oh oh... it feels like the dreaded tonsilitis is visiting. You know how sometimes your body is telling you things? Mines telling me to stop whatever heaty food I've been eating. Tough.
Todays blog is late simply because I tried to post using my iphone. But the damn safari browser refused to let me type in the column only allows me to fill in the title bar. So if any of you have been waiting (as if) I apologise.
Weekends are on the way and Arsenal will be playing Wigan on Saturday. Thats something to look forward to. On top of the footie, I've been invited by Marriot Hotel for some presentation. In appreciation for attending I get to have 100bucks Takashimaya voucher. Woot! The missus will be pleased. Another for her shopping spree.
If any of you have been to the presentation please do drop me a note and give me a heads up on whats it about. I'm so damn sure its some timeshare nonsense and it'll be a waste of time. 40mins!!!! for 100bucks.. hmmm Anything for the missus.
Thats all for today then. its TGIF tomorrow!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Rants 3
Yea.. noticed how I put the number at the back this time? No? Well you aren't obvservant enough or I'm just too bored.
I said I'll talk about 'should one advertise thier own blog' but I got something better to rant at. So i'll leave it for another day, or maybe I'll come back to it when I FEEL like it.
First rant of the day goes to the Missus. She says "You blog is too wordy (add yawn for effect). No one wants to read a blog which is like a newspaper article"
So I come to realise that they rather use it as a photo album. Well no one is stopping them from posting silly pictures. Not that I won't post any, I might.. IF i feel like it. As it is, I already feel weird talking to myself, posting to myself, putting words onto the WWW for anyone who so unfortunately found thier way here..... What I mean to say is, I just want to post up my thoughts and opinions (bad) the way I want it.
I like wordy blogs. I do read them and find them interesting as compared to photos... I mean who da heck are those people, I can't relate to them. Oh there's a cute girl/guy in the pic ... and .. SO? Yup, SO? If I want to look for cute girls/guys scantily clad or otherwise, Google sure has tons of selection. Why would I want to surf blogs just to see photos?
People who find wordy blogs boring have a problem with reading, or perhaps they don't feel like reading and if you've already read up to here, you aren't one of them. Congratulations.
The 2nd rant of the day goes to girlfriends who hates thier boyfriends when they start playing thier computer games. Give them a break girl! Just imagine yourself shopping with your boyfriend, you're all whoppy and hoppy and insane over the dresses, sales while we are forced to look gentlemanly on and lovingly... we bear with it, so BEAR with it. Its a guy thing!
Now thats not a thumbs up to any male chauvinist. They ought to be shot. Still a little manly stuff is required often enough to tell your woman that, Hey i'm the MAN and I'm the one who WEARS pants. Still it should be done tastefully, preferably discreetly and better yet add some humour. In this time and age in the modern world, we can still be quite surprised on how some countries still accept male chauvinist as part of thier culture. I hate to stop here but I'll leave this rant for another day.
I've notice a little increase in my page hits, If it continues, I just might host a little lucky draw for my readers.
Ja ne~
I said I'll talk about 'should one advertise thier own blog' but I got something better to rant at. So i'll leave it for another day, or maybe I'll come back to it when I FEEL like it.
First rant of the day goes to the Missus. She says "You blog is too wordy (add yawn for effect). No one wants to read a blog which is like a newspaper article"
So I come to realise that they rather use it as a photo album. Well no one is stopping them from posting silly pictures. Not that I won't post any, I might.. IF i feel like it. As it is, I already feel weird talking to myself, posting to myself, putting words onto the WWW for anyone who so unfortunately found thier way here..... What I mean to say is, I just want to post up my thoughts and opinions (bad) the way I want it.
I like wordy blogs. I do read them and find them interesting as compared to photos... I mean who da heck are those people, I can't relate to them. Oh there's a cute girl/guy in the pic ... and .. SO? Yup, SO? If I want to look for cute girls/guys scantily clad or otherwise, Google sure has tons of selection. Why would I want to surf blogs just to see photos?
People who find wordy blogs boring have a problem with reading, or perhaps they don't feel like reading and if you've already read up to here, you aren't one of them. Congratulations.
The 2nd rant of the day goes to girlfriends who hates thier boyfriends when they start playing thier computer games. Give them a break girl! Just imagine yourself shopping with your boyfriend, you're all whoppy and hoppy and insane over the dresses, sales while we are forced to look gentlemanly on and lovingly... we bear with it, so BEAR with it. Its a guy thing!
Now thats not a thumbs up to any male chauvinist. They ought to be shot. Still a little manly stuff is required often enough to tell your woman that, Hey i'm the MAN and I'm the one who WEARS pants. Still it should be done tastefully, preferably discreetly and better yet add some humour. In this time and age in the modern world, we can still be quite surprised on how some countries still accept male chauvinist as part of thier culture. I hate to stop here but I'll leave this rant for another day.
I've notice a little increase in my page hits, If it continues, I just might host a little lucky draw for my readers.
Ja ne~
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
2nd Rants
Before I go on about todays rants, I found out that creating a title for my daily rants will be a challenge. Should I be numbering them like today, or should it be close to the topic I'll be ranting about. Its painful to blog.
Well a few things first. Those close to me knows that I've been on a look out for a place to move into. What with the crazy property prices and the insane asking prices it is totally impossible. What is Sillypore turning into? Locals are finding it hard to get a place to call thier own, while foreigners just buys up every plot of available land they get thier hands on. I just want a roof over my head, a few shillings in my pocket and I'm good to go. Being contented can be so easily achieved if one just sticks his head into the ground. Then again, look for soft ground.
I had insomnia again last night. No thanks to the Missus who insisted on watching some sillyporean made program about 'school grass school flower' champion. DOH~ I did manage to fall asleep but as she switched channels, I woke up to my dismay and knew I would never fall asleep again.
Off I went to the living room, turned on CNN and viola~ I knew I had a major rant for today. A 13yr old girl commited suicide over someone she met in myspace after an argument. She only knew the guy only a day earlier. Sending love messages and watnots UNDER the supervision of her parents. There was a huge argument and after turning to her mum (who got pissed with her over her language and attitude) she ran up to her room and left this pathetic world. Ends up the 'guy' in myspace was actually a neighbour. The neighbour who had a 13yr old girl wanted to know why she quarreled with her own daughter. Yes a mother, who destroyed another 13yr old.
Rant is, have human beings become so weak, that visiting psychiatrist are a norm? Have human beings become too obsessed with what others think about them that they need constant attention? Which then brought me to the not too long ago incident of Singaporeans falling to dengue fever, and some FT (foreign talents) the government employed said, Sillyporeans are too clean and healthy therefore more susceptible to dengue. DOH! you mean you don't get dengue in dirty unlivable places? You pay top dollar to get slapped in the face and you say Thank you. Welcome to Sillypore.
Have I unknowingly turned into the soft 'I NEED ATTENTION' and therefore started to blog? I surely hope not.
I have a close friend, Gerard. Whenever he is sick, he never sees a doctor. IRREGARDLESS of how bad it is. His motto, What that does not kills me, makes me stronger. I'm not asking everyone to be like him, because that's being too extreme. But damn, is he strong.
So are we a pampered lot? Or have I become the minority who never had the experience of being pampered (besides the age of 0 - 11)
Conclusion is that, Yes, human beings in general have become weak. Knowledge being all powerful have turned into a weapon of mass destruction.
Tomorrow, I'll rant about should one advertise thier own blogs? Now.. why did i started a blog?
Well a few things first. Those close to me knows that I've been on a look out for a place to move into. What with the crazy property prices and the insane asking prices it is totally impossible. What is Sillypore turning into? Locals are finding it hard to get a place to call thier own, while foreigners just buys up every plot of available land they get thier hands on. I just want a roof over my head, a few shillings in my pocket and I'm good to go. Being contented can be so easily achieved if one just sticks his head into the ground. Then again, look for soft ground.
I had insomnia again last night. No thanks to the Missus who insisted on watching some sillyporean made program about 'school grass school flower' champion. DOH~ I did manage to fall asleep but as she switched channels, I woke up to my dismay and knew I would never fall asleep again.
Off I went to the living room, turned on CNN and viola~ I knew I had a major rant for today. A 13yr old girl commited suicide over someone she met in myspace after an argument. She only knew the guy only a day earlier. Sending love messages and watnots UNDER the supervision of her parents. There was a huge argument and after turning to her mum (who got pissed with her over her language and attitude) she ran up to her room and left this pathetic world. Ends up the 'guy' in myspace was actually a neighbour. The neighbour who had a 13yr old girl wanted to know why she quarreled with her own daughter. Yes a mother, who destroyed another 13yr old.
Rant is, have human beings become so weak, that visiting psychiatrist are a norm? Have human beings become too obsessed with what others think about them that they need constant attention? Which then brought me to the not too long ago incident of Singaporeans falling to dengue fever, and some FT (foreign talents) the government employed said, Sillyporeans are too clean and healthy therefore more susceptible to dengue. DOH! you mean you don't get dengue in dirty unlivable places? You pay top dollar to get slapped in the face and you say Thank you. Welcome to Sillypore.
Have I unknowingly turned into the soft 'I NEED ATTENTION' and therefore started to blog? I surely hope not.
I have a close friend, Gerard. Whenever he is sick, he never sees a doctor. IRREGARDLESS of how bad it is. His motto, What that does not kills me, makes me stronger. I'm not asking everyone to be like him, because that's being too extreme. But damn, is he strong.
So are we a pampered lot? Or have I become the minority who never had the experience of being pampered (besides the age of 0 - 11)
Conclusion is that, Yes, human beings in general have become weak. Knowledge being all powerful have turned into a weapon of mass destruction.
Tomorrow, I'll rant about should one advertise thier own blogs? Now.. why did i started a blog?
Monday, November 19, 2007
First Rants
Well now, this is totally unthinkable. Why would I want to rant in a blog? I could just find another poor soul and rant at him/her on MSN. Then I realised, not all of them are interested in my rantings, in fact, NONE.
I wanted this blog to be about the rants of an Arsenal fan in MANUre/liverFools crazy Sillypore. But then again, there's so much more I want to rant about. Sometimes about my wife. Sometimes about my work and occasionally just about everything else.
So if you happen to trip over my blog, please do leave a comment on how you AGREE with me even though obviously you don't, it'll please me no end just to see what fools disagree with me about.
By starting this blog, I know I might not post everyday, I'm a very ill disciplined person, but be rest assured I'll post whenever there's a rant. So right on then, my first rant for 19th Nov 2007.
I hate the internationals where there is no anticipation of my favourite soccer team. As you know by now, I'm an Arsenal fan. Since the day Arsenal won the Cup Winners Cup against a top top team. If you are an arsenal hating person, please stay away from my blog because I can talk about them non stop and I'm totally biased.
Speaking of which I want to rant about Adebayor. The so called 'class' striker which some have termed as good as Theirry Henry and even Drogba. Ade is so lousy I'm actually amazed how Arsene Wenger could still hold on to him. His first touch is dreadful, his passing is atrocious even though I must say he DID score some nice and important goals. But overall performance leaves a lot to be desired. I wish he stays back after training and practises more especially his shooting.
Right then, enough for the first rant. Leave some for tomorrow.
I wanted this blog to be about the rants of an Arsenal fan in MANUre/liverFools crazy Sillypore. But then again, there's so much more I want to rant about. Sometimes about my wife. Sometimes about my work and occasionally just about everything else.
So if you happen to trip over my blog, please do leave a comment on how you AGREE with me even though obviously you don't, it'll please me no end just to see what fools disagree with me about.
By starting this blog, I know I might not post everyday, I'm a very ill disciplined person, but be rest assured I'll post whenever there's a rant. So right on then, my first rant for 19th Nov 2007.
I hate the internationals where there is no anticipation of my favourite soccer team. As you know by now, I'm an Arsenal fan. Since the day Arsenal won the Cup Winners Cup against a top top team. If you are an arsenal hating person, please stay away from my blog because I can talk about them non stop and I'm totally biased.
Speaking of which I want to rant about Adebayor. The so called 'class' striker which some have termed as good as Theirry Henry and even Drogba. Ade is so lousy I'm actually amazed how Arsene Wenger could still hold on to him. His first touch is dreadful, his passing is atrocious even though I must say he DID score some nice and important goals. But overall performance leaves a lot to be desired. I wish he stays back after training and practises more especially his shooting.
Right then, enough for the first rant. Leave some for tomorrow.
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