Last Boi Standing

A while ago, I got into a heated debate with someone I barely know. Since I did not know him well, I decided to not give a fuck and gave him a piece of my mind; unedited. This is exactly what I did. I spoke my mind and walked off; never bothered to turn back to look at the damage done or apologize for some of the things that I said which coming to think about, would have been better unsaid. But then again, there isn't a rewind button in life, is there? And since I was that mad, I wasn't even bothered and when I do think back and think of apologizing, the thoughts of what happened do flash back that makes me not give a rats ass.

After the fiasco between us, two of my friends who knows this third person approached me to give me their point of views and told me that I should in fact apologize. While one was playing it safe, the other went all out to tell me at my face that what I did was wrong. I don't deny the fact that what I did was wrong, but I'd rather have it say it was situation driven; hence I'm not all that guilty. Justifying my action? YES!

I left things as they were, not bothering to do anything. The one who took a neutral ground still keep contact with me while the other decided to cease communications. It did bother me for a while, but it does not matter anymore. One less of a contact wouldn't really shift the earth axis. 

So anyways, while I was away over the weekend, the bastard that I had my argument with decided to be a wise ass once more. This time around, he instigated both my friends into one major argument which really got ugly. The exchange of words from what I heard from a very reliable source was hard to believe. So called brothers could get into such an argument is just hard to believe. I got calls from both parties last night telling me their part of the story which led into the argument, both defending themselves, by which is normal. Who doesn't defend themselves? 

After hearing from both, I called them back on a three-way and only had two words for them both.

Padan Muka

When I told them about the bastard earlier on, I was the bad guy. Now that you've been bitten, what say you? I'd really like to sit and watch this drama unfold.

And since there is another long weekend coming about, I'm tempted to runaway once more as this is the last chance to catch a break before the public holiday drought and start of semester. 

I have Melbourne and London toying in my head. I did talk to my brother last week and he suggested to spend time with him, but I'm missing Melbourne more as I haven't been there for a while. 

I've to make up my mind now, it's already mid week and last minute flights are never cheap :(  

Awesome Weekend Getaway

It had to end with a bang, and a bang it was. It one of the rare occasions that I wasn't running for my flight early in the morning. So yea, the day started pretty okay, no issues with immigration in HCM, everything was good. And for the first time, my cabbie was there waiting for me and not me hunting for him. I guess the face has become a common figure that he could recognize me and was filling me up with whats new and not all throughout the journey to the hotel.

The hotel staff was welcoming as ever, they now even remember my name- awesome! My usual room was prepared for me and I could already smell the pho in the background. What a sucker I am for food. 

Picked up my cold beer on the way out from the hotel walking down the aisles towards my, again, favorite  pho joint to enjoy it while enjoying the beer and sucking up to the city pollution from the bikes that makes you get nausea after a while.

After lunch it was time to just chill in on of the many local pubs around and wait patiently for my friends. After a while came the a couple of the sexiest Vietnamese dudes you could find in HCM, by my definition of course, and we were drinking away into the evening. The appointment was set, I had dinner plans and off we were to party afterwards.

Dinner was great as always with another bunch of friends who started off more as trade partners. I was taken to this apparently new joint by the street and the food was great. Makes me feel like I should go back there again soon.

After dinner, I caught up with my friends from the afternoon again and I was told that it was a party by invitation only. So, the crowd was pretty much selected and I was assured that I would not have a single reason to complain about the night. 

And boy, there wasn't anything to complain about. The place was nice and clean and the boys, yes the boys, it was like being in a boy heaven. A whole bunch of local guys with a few from some other Asian countries and a handful of Caucasians. The dance floor was superbly awesome with an almost free flowing like drink going around and topless cuties as the waiters.YUMMY!

As the night got along, the crowd was getting wilder and more fun. Everyone was so friendly and nice, unlike what you get over here and it was just so easy to mingle and mix around with the crowd. After some many drinks, a lot of flirting and some corner action, I was like totally gone.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up on a Sunday morning in a place where I had no idea where it was. So many naked guys passed out all over the place in some of the most odd positions. Talk about body ache from bad sleeping posture! 

A little concerned, I was searching for my clothes; making sure that my wallet and mobile was still there and only then trying to look for any familiar face as I have no recollection of what happened in the club and how did I end up where I did. I managed to spot three familiar faces and it was a major sign of relief. Checked the time, it was about ten in the morning. Decided to have wash my face, put on my clothes n find my way back to my hotel as I needed to check out and head for the airport. 

As I got into the bath, holding my clothes in one hand and opening the door with the other, someone from the inside was opening it too. I almost lost my balance and slightly fell forward and was supported but this another hot guy. I wanted a face wash, but ended up with a quickie under the shower instead. And these guys sure know their move. The hot water, a little hang over and getting blown at the same time was just orgasmic fun pleasure! I'm not a huge fan of shower sex as the water get rids of the lubricant - damn. Anyways, it was fun nevertheless and since he spoke English, it was a bonus as he offered to drop me back to my hotel. 

I quickly packed my stuff and checked out; had lunch with him, another bowl of pho , yummy, and got me a free ride to the airport. He did give me his number as I leaving in and told me to keep in touch. It was a bloody good twenty-four trip, well worth the money spent and I sure as hell am going back again. 

yummy pho from my stupid mobile camera

One of the best weekend getaways I've had in a long time. I shall plan a round two very soon.

Cunt-ilingus Bitch

So here's the deal; see, I have this bitch in the office which I shall label her a cunt. Basically the job function of this cunt it process all claims in a timely manner, get them approved and make sure that everyone gets paid in a timely manner. Now, if I were to own a business, I would actually get an O-level graduate to fill this position and not someone who is supposedly graduated - but that's besides the point;not my good money going down to waste.

What this bitch does daily in the office is something that puzzles everyone. I sent in my claims to her like two fucking months ago and the cunt did nothing but to sit on it. After chasing her for updates and threatening to make it into a case, I got commitment that I'll be reimbursed this month. When I checked my account earlier, the money wasn't there. Like what the fuck is that?! My claims are so fucking much that it is actually impacting all my other investment as the money is being stuck, and it's not even for anything that has a direct benefit for me other than an employment. And quite honestly, I'd say fuck to the employment as well since the competitors are constantly trying to poach me over and I'm also just so tired of working now. I'd rather grab one of the scholarships and study full time.

So yea, I was pissed, dropped the cunt an email asking her what the fuck happened and why have I not been paid. She had the guts to reply me back saying that it needed approval from her manager when he manager has clearly approved it via email earlier this month. Obvious isn't it? the whore hasn't been reading her emails and doing her job. Such a fucking bitch and a lame liar. Want to lie also be smart lah....CUNT!!

Ah well, spoke to my lawyers earlier asking what would be the next best course of action. I've been ask to be be patient for now until Tuesday to see if there are any response else I'd be advised what to do next. I shall not let this sip into me. I shall go to Ho Chi Minh this Saturday as planned, fucking enjoy myself and come back. I deserve that to the least. Knowing my morning flight handling, I'll just opt to go to the airport after clubbing tomorrow night.

On another note mOnkeybOy went silent on me earlier. I hate awkward silences, and speculation of rumours is something I really don't like and don't handle well. I tend to get overly defensive. 

Anyways, I hope he is better tomorrow, he has been having a rough patch himself. 

I was so excited to share something with him. Something he instigated with a YouTube clip a couple of days ago. Bugger that boy! :P

Sober

Seven nights of drinking, partying and having fun in a row is just a little bit on the upper part of the scale for me. Going home around four in the morning daily and having to wake up again around ten was just too much to handle during the last four days and making it to work the days before was equally a challenge. 

Since I'm going back to work again tomorrow, I decided and told myself that I'll retain sober tonight and not go out anywhere; just have some me time alone and chill. It was all looking well in place until my dad called me in the early evening asking if I was free for dinner. Knowing how long has it been since I met him and to prevent the feel of him thinking I'm avoiding him, not that I am, but it's more like a conditional avoidance - if it makes any logic sense. 

Anyways, I agreed to join him for dinner and told him that I'm not picking the venue as we always have issues with the places I pick. Simplified, I love eating by the streets while my dad think that a dinner should be somewhere you can have a conversation. I guess it's a businessmen mentality. 

Dinner was so awkwardly silent as I was trying very hard to not fall for his traps. All in all, a two hour dinner just had like three minutes of conversation.

How's work?

I'm surviving. Same old.....nothing unusual

Good..studies?

Awaiting results. Should be out sometime in February

Okay...dating?

On and off..u know

Anyone in particular?

Nope..not currently. But there is someone that I think I'm beginning to like...

That's good..I'm listening..

Nah, too soon..don't keep your hopes high. I don't have any myself that it'll work out

But..

Food's here, I'm starved. Would you mind?

And that's all the conversation we ever had. Just told him thanks for the dinner after eating and took leave. To be honest, I see him about twice, maybe thrice a year at the most, that I don't even know what to talk about. I can't  and wouldn't ask him anything about his business as he'll then try to steer me into joining him. Anything else and we normally end up arguing as I don't see things from his perspective and neither does he understand my direction.

Dinner was my sole event for the day other than being sober. Somehow, I miss the feeling of being mildly intoxicated. Ah, what the heck, I'm going to treat myself to the bottle of Bourbon that has been there for a while now. Afterall, a one day break wouldn't do much help and through my logic - after a week of my liver working overtime, a break today and hard work again tomorrow onwards would only subject it to shock. Better to keep the pace steady.LOLz!

Domestic Help

Engaging foreign help for domestic services is beginning to look like a cultural norm nowadays. Almost everyone has somewhat to a certain degree engaged themselves in this type of service, the difference being only if it was on a temporary or permanent basis. I for one engage an hourly maid who helps me to thoroughly clean up my house on a monthly basis while I have a permanent maid that helps looks after my grandmother at her place. 

I've been told many times that I do not know how to treat these individuals who help me out and I'm too lenient as an employer. For me, it's very simple, I engage you for your services and therefore pay for the service rendered. I see it as a business transaction. It's like when you go for a hair cut, you get your hair cut and pay for it, period. This is how I always saw the engagement of domestic helpers to help elevate the household burden.

Yesterday, whilst I was having dinner with my godmother and her family, I was just observing how my godmother's sister-in-law was treating and talking to the maid. I just feel that it is very wrong. For one, the bitch scolded her maid when she (the maid) went to perform her evening prayers. I was like, what the fuck?! What kind of a person, who prays herself, restricts another person from praying? As ignorant as I may be, but I'm very sure there isn't a religion out there that condones this act. 

Later, she made the maid to handle pork as well. Though this is very highly debatable, but I still stand by that it isn't an appropriate action as it involves religion. I wouldn't be really bothered if it's a personal thing, but since it involves religious teachings, I don't think its appropriate. It would be a different story if the maid doesn't mind doing it, but in this instance, it was very clear from her facial expression that she wasn't happy doing it.

 Like for me, when I got my maid, I did put everything on the table for her and asked her if she was okay and acceptable. She told me that she was okay as long as not forced to consume pork and that got things well and easy for both parties.

This bitch was also so verbally abusive towards the maid. I mean, give her a break. She had to cater to so many people and almost everyone was calling for her to get them one thing or another at any given point of time. And increase their voices everytime she doesn't get back to them on time. Be realistic, she is also human and catering to so many people would definitely whack her physically. 

And the worst, the maid had to sit in a corner on the floor of the kitchen and eat. I just found that to be totally not acceptable.

What I witnessed last night was bothering me so much. I guess it disturbed me that much that it was actually being shown on my face that my godmother sense something wasn't right and asked me what was bothering. I just didn't know if I should have told her or not but decided to make it more generalized.

I could never bring myself to treating anyone in that manner. Even if it's someone that I really hate, I would still not be able to treat someone like that. Having a maid for me is like getting an extra hand, it does not in any way say that I own the person; thus enabling me to dictate. 

It is wrong, just so wrong!

Potato Head

I can't remember when the last time I had a nick name. There were times in primary school where there were nicknames involved but I honestly can't remember those; it's been many years ago. Secondary school was a different story altogether, it was the time when the tables turned and instead of being bullied, I formed my allies and started bullying instead - coming to think about it, it was some of the best years. Skipping classes, picking on people, sheer abuse of power (don't even ask) were some of the best days that I'll remember forever. It was the years where I managed to foster friendship that is lasting until today and I cannot imagine myself without these people by my side. They are some of the best people I've known, and we never judge each other but accept whoever we are. All the lies to the parents covering up your friends ass was the best part and the parties, simply awesome.

Anyways, I last spoke to mOnkeybOy on Thursday when he called me potato head. It's been so long since anyone gave me a nickname and it somehow felt weird, funny yet nice at the same time - reminded me of my younger days. It's like what he said, a nickname is much more personal than your name itself. I can't really recall much as to what got him to call me this but I'm sure it's because I would have said something really stupid. I do not know why, but I do have a tendency of being silly whenever I'm with someone I feel I can trust.
Whenever I think of the tater head that mOnkeybOy called me, the only thing that gets into my mind is the character from Toy Story; one animated movie that I hated, and I don't know why.

                                             

I'm still nursing my hang over from last night as I rant this and I need to be at my godmother's place soon for dinner and an interrogation session, since I missed lunch, that will follow suit.  

I should be having my dinner as this rant gets published. Trying to avoid alcohol tonight would be best but I highly doubt it'll happen. 

Happy Lunar New Year to all.
Something I would never forget which Jace told me is that, this is not a festival only celebrated by the Chinese, but also the Koreans, Taiwanese (?), Vietnamese etc, so it isn't technically correct to call it the Chinese New Year. Whatever is appropriate, I am just going to enjoy the holidays and the good food that comes along with it!

Party Streak

Awesome! The long weekend officially started last night, so did the partying streak. Four days away from work  is luxurious but the influx of cars in Penang is making going out anywhere a dread. And the weather just has to make matters worse.

Last night was fun, bummed into some unexpected people while having a few drinks with some other friends and suddenly it all became like a social gathering that lasted until the pub closed and we were, like seriously, the last table still occupied by half drunk people. Finally got home around four in the morning and slept close to five only to be woken up at ten by another friend reminding me for lunch. My head has been splitting since and I still feel like I'm having a hang over.

I'm soon going out to club tonight and it should be another crazy night with all the drinks flowing and crazy people going wild. Just the thought of it feels scary, but I'm sure it'll be absolute crazy fun. I just hope there isn't a hang over tomorrow as I need to be at my godmother's house from lunch onward and she would not stop asking me when I plan to settle down bla bla bla and I do get grumpy when I'm nursing a mental quake in my head. :(

Monday night is calling for a MOET party; can't wait. All the bubbly fun. Awesome! 

I really need to rest on Tuesday as it's back to work on Wednesday and I'm catching up with my high school friends on Wednesday night. That'll warrant for more drinks. 

Thursday is going to be a long mahjong session at my childhood friends. Her mom is also going be questioning me non stop. Aargh! The free flowing drinks is so gonna make lose my concentration and I can foresee a lot of money being spent that night.

Friday is another party night with friends from my ex company that'll last into the wee hours of the morning. 

I do need to take control of time on Friday as I've to catch a morning flight to HCM on Saturday. Talk about morning flights! I just hope I can wake up on time on Sunday to catch my flight back home as partying in HCM can go way out of control and the people I know there do know how to redefine fun.

Ah well, this is going to be one fun filled week and I just need to find the energy to sustain myself through it. 

Saw my god son earlier this afternoon, the little fler has grown so much and is still as adorable as always :)

Ph.D's

There was a point of time when everyone was talking about the 5-C's you had to have in life:

• Cash
• Car
• Condominium
• Credit Card
• Career

Later, it evolved to the 5-B's instead which included:

• Bank
• BMW
• Bungalow
• Billionaire
• Boss

This is my list of the 5-Ph.D's instead which seems a lot easier to achieve:

• Permanent Head Damage - certainly en-route towards it
• Pretty Huge Dick - well, I'm Asian: go figure
• Pretty Handsome Dude - I'll take full credit to this, the ego boost is much needed :P
• Pathetically Hopeless Dweeb - A real tough call
• Portable Hard Drive - Need a larger capacity drive, that's for sure

The next time anyone talks to me about the 5-C's or B's, I'm just going to say I've got 4-Ph.D's and counting. How many do you have? That'll shut 'em up for a bit. 

Or, I could just say I've got 5. 

I'll settle in for Pretty Horny Devil. I do have allies with Satan anyways.

Skype Whore

One of the things you should never do things whilst under the influence of alcohol is take up a challenge. Damn, how many time do I have to remind myself about this. 

I was one person who never really liked signing on to my MSN when I'm out with my friends as I find it to be very rude. However, things changed over the last couple of days. I'm going out daily now that the exams are over, but at the same time I make sure I'm signed on as I do want to be able to chat with a friend. But what happens is that whenever I'm signed in, I'm exposed to everyone on my contact list and there are some people, good friends - but do get crazy at times and just gets me at the right time to do stupid things.

An asshole of a friend, a nice guy, caught me on  MSN earlier while I was on my way back after going out and decided that he had to chat me up. Knowing him, I knew that he knew I'd been drinking and had one too many drinks, he then successfully challenged me to sign back on to my Skype account which has been abandon for years now after I decided that the whoring days should end. Stupid enough, I could remember  my password which shocked me as I have problems remembering my bank account password that I use more often than not.

It was like all the wolves out there were just waiting for me to sign on and I was getting messages like there is no tomorrow. Somehow, the culprit who got me to sign on got me to cam, and then I fell for another one. Like how stupid could I have been?! I'm so angry at myself at this point of time now that I'm sobering up and I feel like a complete slut. I've not had this feeling for a long time and it just sucks to feel this way. I hate myself!

Relieved

I feel like a whole heavy load has just been cleared off my shoulders, The stressed that was building since before Christmas really was driving me nuts and it's finally over - relieved. Exams are so health hazardous! I'm just so glad that it's all over for now and I can take a short break before the whole cycle starts over again next month. Vietnam sounds like a very good idea for a weekend trip this coming week. Maybe I should just make it happen. Afterall, I haven't been there for a while now and I miss my friends and the food there. Not to forget the shopping!

I have my follow-up tomorrow for my arm. Hopefully its nothing major though there is still some pain when the effects of the painkiller wears off.

mOnkeybOy,

Thanks for putting up with me last night and listening to all the crap I was uttering over MSN. You are a very good stress listener...lolz. *hugs*

Thanks again! Drinks on me when we meet :)

Condolences

This message is especially for a friend who not only lost a close family member this morning, but also had to take a double blow as the dad of his partner lost his life too.

My condolences to you,your family and him for your losses. May their souls rest in peace.

-Kevin-

The Art of Perfection

As the old saying goes, practice makes perfect, I today, hereby self-proclaim, perfected the art of practicing. Barely a week since almost missing my, morning, flight and injuring myself along the way which got me to the A&E of the hospital, I almost got history repeated again today, well it is now effectively yesterday. I had to fly into Singapore for a day trip and damn, it has to be another morning flight. As usual, I'm always on the dot reaching the airport to not waste precious time, as time, in essence is money. Cleared immigration and then I hear a paging for me over the PA system. Damn, felt like royalty, the whole plane is waiting for you to board in order to roll for a take off. Damn syok!

It's like the tag line for one of the courier companies, On Time, Every Time - can't remember which though.

After my meeting with the client in the Kiasu Land, which by the way was a disaster as for some reason I wasn't in the right frame of mind and thinking sharp enough, I told myself that I'll not take much risk and head back to the airport so that I wont have to rush. Whilst at the airport, I bumped into an old friend and we were catching up. It is so nice to meet someone after such extended periods of time and just talk like we last spoke yesterday. We were both engrossed in the conversation and gossiping, though I personally prefer the term sharing information, that we almost missed our flight again. -.-

Lucky we manage to make it on time just before they closed the boarding gate. Too bad this time, I had to share the moment of glory. What a waste!

On a different note, my last paper is on Monday evening and the building up stress coupled with work pressure is just so great that it seems like I'm heading towards an insanity streak. The weekend has to be spent studying. Let's just hope I'm not late for the paper come this Monday.

Doped

The bruised arm wasn't getting any better last night. As hard as I tried to sleep, the pain was just getting worse that I decided to get to the hospital instead since trying to find a drug store opened at one in the morning for pain killers would be futile mission. So, I got myself to the A&E and quite honestly that is as much as I can remember for the night minus the look on the face of the doctor(?) when I was relating as to how I injured myself, or was I already hallucinating it at that point of time.

The next thing I know is I woke up this morning in a hospital bed and voila there was no more pain. The pain killers must have been pretty strong that I was pretty much 'floating' when I woke up. Freaked out, I started frantically buzzing for the nurse to ask where are my belongings and what day today is. For some odd reason, it felt like I have been sleeping for a long time, guess that's how tired I am. The first thing I did after getting my phone was to call one of my friends and ask him to come over as there was no way I could have driven back home with the feel of being doped. And being doped is still how I feel now. Also, I needed to know that my car was still safe and not broken into.

Anyways, spoke to the doctor when he came for his visiting rounds. Apparently I damaged some stupid shoulder ligament and some muscle crap that I can't recall the word he used. Since it wasn't anything that major, I got myself discharged, thankfully. I could not imagine lying in a hospital bed without my laptop and the internet; that's how much I depend on the internet. 

I still can't feel a thing on my arm and the feeling of being doped is still lingering. It somehow feels good, but trying to study under this situation is so not happening. The words in the books all seems to be having some kind of a dance party. The brain is quite fuzzy too plus the mind is wondering to god knows where. And every time the phone rings, it feels like I've been hit by a sledgehammer :(

Tired, Injured And....

It happened again today, there I was running across the departure hall towards the gate to board my flight, felt totally deja vu, only this time around I wasn't pulling off any stunts to keep my balance. However, as I was getting into the plane and saw the face of the stewardess there, I knew I was going to have a very long flight back.

Why do you have to do this all the time I'm doing this sector?

Thanks for holding the plane, you're such a darling

The captain isn't happy.

It's okay, we could go have a drink later...

Can you please sit down fast!

My seat is somewhere in coach, let me walk

Just sit. We need to take off NOW (grinding her teeth)

Ah, you're upgrading me, me likey...and, while I'm here, can I have some champagne please?

Sit and strap up!

Okay, so much for customer service...

You're lucky I did not close the door before you got in, you thank me for that

I knew I could trust on you

Just sit down!

Thankfully, she was someone I know, else I would not have dared drinking or eating anything on-board that flight.

And, I better start trying to reach the airport earlier, else one fine day I would end up like Jim Carrey in the scene from the movie Dumb and Dumber (for those who have been enjoying tele for a fine amount of time now). The only difference is I wouldn't be shouting I'm a limo driver, but rather I've you're frequent flier card..

My arm still hurts from the incident yesterday and it does't look like it's going to get any better anytime time soon. I hope it doesn't hurt as much tomorrow. I can't do anything with it and I just typed this entire entry using my left hand. :(

I should be getting some rest, I'm tired, injured, in-pain and .....

Bruised

I really need to do something about morning flights. Waking up and getting to the airport is no easy task especially when you have to be up before the sun rises. Aargh!

As usual, I'm always late, no, I prefer on the dot, to check in and run to board my plane after clearing immigration. And, it has happened so many times now that the skin on the face has grown thicker to not bother all the stares of the early birds who have already boarded the plane waiting for the last pathetic soul to walk in with his lappy finding for the seat and a sleepy face that looks worse than a bear who just got up after months of hibernating. Anyways, as I was rushing this morning, I do not know how I almost tripped and when off balance, if it can be imagined in slow-mo - it would have been like a scene from Matrix where I was so gracefully falling off my balance and tried to pull a stupid maneuver using my hand to break the fall - and wham, I fucking bruised my arm. It now hurts so bad and the whole area is so raw. Dammit!

Anyways, I'm mentally exhausted that studying doesn't sound appealing at all. Also my favourite roasted goose stall was not open earlier when I painfully wormed my way through to find it. So much for making my way through and the thought that I would be heading back again tomorrow is just so tiring - such two long days it's going to be.

On a very different note, When I was walking out of the airport heading towards the train to get my ride to Kowloon, I saw something that just made me believe that love still does exist. I saw this couple where the guy was waiting for his partner to come. The one waiting was a local while the partner, I'm not sure - either an American or Canadian, was coming out of the terminal. The body language they each carried when meeting their partner was just so nice to look at and the hug was just so filled with passion. You could definitely sense the true feelings they had for each other. And no, I was not staring, they were quite significantly in front of me and I was shocked to see such an act in public in Hong Kong; never witnessed anything of such in all my previous trips there. 

We were riding on the same train and managed to get some pep talk going and the nosy me found out that they were on a long distance relationship and only meets twice a year. It certainly got me thinking of my past and exactly why I truly love being in a long distance relationship. It simply makes the whole relationship more meaningful and you really truly appreciate your partner at every given chance cause you know the importance of time, distance and how special that someone is when you get to meet him for that very limited amount of time. I think this is what keeps the sparks in the relationship alive and gets the bonding closer compared to a normal relationship as you don't take things for granted and you know that you have limited time, so you want to just embrace each other. This, should be the essence to any relationship as everything is finite in this world.

It was a very nice sight this morning, or almost mid-day, to compensate for the bruised arm that still hurts. And, I think I might consider a long distance relationship - it's time to move on anyways, albeit painful.

The Ideal Partner

I was having lunch with a friend earlier when the question of what would your ideal partner be liked popped out. This is one question that I do normally avoid as I don't normally want to set specific criteria for the person I'd want to be with, but rather accept him for who he is. When I gave my standard off the script reply of 'I don't know, never given it much of a thought as it almost changes on a daily basis with my mood', it did get me pondering on my way back home. What would be the attraction factors and what would be the traits or likes of a partner that would make me feel happy?

After giving it some thought, I did come up with the following as a draft list:

• I've to be physically attracted to him. As shallow as it may sound, I still hold my stand that physical attraction is as important as emotional attraction.
• Maturity, not age, is an equally important factor.
• Intellectual capacity - I need someone whom I can have conversations that would challenge the mind. As I enjoy seeking knowledge, he has to be somewhat similar in nature so we could have meaningful conversation. I can't see myself with a blonde.
• Travel bug - this is essential. A backpacker would be a bonus but as long as he enjoys travelling, I'm in.
• Does not restrict me in the things I enjoy doing/collecting/buying.
• Has to be a tidy person - I can't tolerate a messy environment and I would not complain if he is willing to clean the house daily.
• Has the need for speed and does not drive at 20 miles per hour.
• Open minded and non-racist - most important factor & shares the similar vision in life

These would be the things that I will be looking out for in a guy that I'd want to be with. 

Does he exist? Time will tell...

Time to get real and get back to the books, I still have another paper to study for in a week and I've not started at all.

Nailed In

Got my coffin sealed with the last nail firmly nailed in place. This is how I messed up my paper earlier. Overslept and woke up like an hour before the paper, had to do a crazy rush all the way over to the university - thankfully just in time.

The spotting game didn't work out as well this time around, so most were not what I was expecting and did not cover for. In addition, since I was in such a hurry to complete the marathon of writing so many essays, not to mention on a Saturday morning, I actually did not number my answers at all. The submitted booklets, yes booklets, looked like one super freaking long essay since they weren't numbered. I'm now pretty much on the liberty of the lecturer to define the beginning of new answers as each answer that was a few pages long started on a fresh page.

This is just so not what I had expected and if I've to re-sit the paper, it'll be just as my nightmare last night. Was it just a dream or a premonition? I'm thinking too much. Time to hit the pubs and have some ogling fun. Tomorrow is a new day for another paper, and I've to fly to Hong Kong on Monday for a business trip. Sucks! Spotting at HKIA would be the only redemption and my book is certainly being packed together for this trip not the camera instead.

Walking On Thin Ice..

I so do NOT want to do this, but I guess my level of tolerance isn't as high.

Dear Ooi2009,

As much as I appreciate you reading my rants,you're beginning to irk me off as well at the same time. I do not know what your issues are or challenges that you're facing but I'm sure there is a better way for you to express yourself.

Whatever your reason; get a grip buddy. 

Talk to someone if you need to. There are people out there who can and would be more than willing to help you. 

If your intention is to make friends, I guess you're doing it wrong cause I'm very sure that I'm not the only one who feels the same way.

And, if you're a homophobic, please mind your own business. Do not attempt to cross lines as not everyone would succumb to homophobes (did I just come out with a new word?). While most may just ignore, there are some who would sting back. It's like, if you do not want to be bitten by a snake, then don't put your hand into its hole. When you play with fire, be prepared to get burnt, and don't start crying when you do - just a friendly message :)

Cheers dude!

Free Show

The new year brought a whole set of new entertainment for me to have a good laugh about. It is quite fun to actually see the stupidity, if not idiocracy, of certain people who think they are such perfect beings who knows everything.

Yesterday marked a new feud between two people that I know. One , lets name it A,came out to say that despite everything that has happened, we should just let it be as bygones and make peace. The other, lets name it B, who is actually a 21-year old kid who knows squat but talks a lot cock, came to pin point all the mistakes of A and only made matters worse.

But the part that I find most amusing is that both parties are arguing over something that is not at all related to them. This is a feud between their parents that was instigated by another person who got into a tiff with the parents of A. It is just hilarious to see how stupid some people can become when their ego's get scratched and the things they say and how personal they can get in their self-defense. All the while acting juvenile but claiming to be matured. And funnier, C, a third party involved, called me up last night to ask me what is happening and I told him to figure out for himself. Only to know this morning, that he got himself looking like an idiot as well for justifying his actions because apparently his parents were somehow somewhere along the dotted lines bruised in the whole drama.

While a lot of things don't make sense to me as I only know bits and pieces, but what I can sum is that people have no shame for themselves when they fight over money that isn't theirs in the first place. How fucked-up can you be if you are actually fighting over money that was left behind by your late father. Do you not posses any self shame that you are actually claiming something that wasn't earn by you yourself as yours? And it's even dumber to see how this shallow shameless morons drag in their kids into the feud that they, the kids, are having an argument of their own supporting and defending their parents actions when no one, the kids I mean, knows for real what is happening in the first place. Everyone is arguing and accusing one another for what they hear from a third party when neither witnessed nor experience it firsthand.

But anyways, while they are being silly and childish about the whole matter, it is entertainment for me; just like the Malaysian political landscape. 

Not a bad start for the year when I get better drama than any television channel. And, since there is no censor board or directors involved, this is the best live show you can ever ask for; even beats Big Brother or Eastenders.

Keep 'em rolling, I could use some entertainment.