After reading this I somehow feel better... Strange... (Part 1)

It's a Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio." And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made: "Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu."

Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. USA, Asia, Africa, Europe, Australasia. It's as though it's just sweeping in from all over the world. And then, all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the world, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing: Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken.

Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home." You stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on and if this is the end of the world.

After reading this I somehow feel better... Strange... (Part 2)

Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me." Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has got the right type." Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another-some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine."

As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and you wife aside and says, "May we see you for moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need ... we need you to sign a consent form." The number of pints of blood to be taken is empty.

After reading this I somehow feel better... Strange... (Part 3)

"H-how many pints?"

And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all."

"But-but...You don't understand."

"We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We need it all!"

"But can't you give him a transfusion?"

"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?"

In numb silence, you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?" Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?" Can you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?" And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've got to get started. People all over the world are dying." Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why, why have you forsaken me?"

And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honour your son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU CARE?"

Is that what GOD wants to say? "MY SON DIED FOR YOU. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"

Arghhhhhhhhh!

I'm a fucking walking disaster!

I LOVE MY GAL...BUT...

Yups, I love my darling that's why I'm saying all this...

I'm just really frustrated at how things have turned out ever since she started work... So much quarrels so much differences and so little time to figure them out... Nowadays, when we quarrel, Char just takes it upon herself to give in to me, and shoves it under the carpet... Dear I love you, but this ain't the way to settle things... Babe, I think we need to set a time to talk it over... Its not fair to you nor to me either, and there's something seriously wrong about the way we do things, that we really need to change.... Now the times have change, and we have to stop fighting and find a way where we can adjust with the change, instead of resisting it, flow with it....

And we need to do it ASAP, face to face and not over the phone....

It hasn't gone to the point where we need a counsellor yet, but if you've as aware of things as I am, you'll probably agree with me that there are severals things we really need to iron out... And when we meet up, we'll have to stay focused on us.... not my job, or your fren's phone etc... Just you, me and God... If we want this to work out, we'll have to rough it out babe...

When you've done reading this... Gimme a call, and see where we go from there...

Confessions: The Trilogy... Part 1

Time for a confession…

I had almost orchestrated my relationship’s own demise.

True, we’ve been somehow at loggerheads these few days, of which I’m partly to blame… She complains that I do not give in anymore, whereas on my part I’ve got a few other factors that I contemplate. For the issue of picking her up from work, who is really giving in? Me or her? I’ve yet to figure that one out… That’s a complicated one cause that involves sacrifices that both parties are more than willing to make… So it is really subjective… Next is how much should I give, and yet still stand tall as a man? Chauvinistic? I’m a guy so sue me… But seriously, its more like “I don’t want to be a ‘Yes-man’!” kind of feeling… Especially when certain things I think are rather uncalled for… If one were to give in to his gf every time, I’d think he’s soft and does not really have his own opinions, but I’m not advocating to stand on your rights and opinions all the time, ‘cause that’ll make you an arse to be with… So the question here really is how much is too much? How far do you go making your point? When do you give in to her requests? Do you give in, even though you know for certain it’ll create more harm then good?

Confessions.... Part 2

Apart from that, I’m getting a little queasy about this particular this guy friend of hers that she recently met at work … Yan Sen, don’t worry, I think you’re a cool friend to be with… Really nice chap that one… Anyways, back to the mean issue… With the recent event still fresh in mind, there is this guy friend of hers that she recently met at work, that is getting me all wired… You see, my darling is not really that open a person… In fact, although her appearance and antics are all very bubbly and outgoing, she’s rather reserved when it comes to matters of the heart… However, recently when she was utterly pissed shitless at me for arguing with her again, till the point where she was contemplating abt breaking up, she confided in (of all ppl) this guy friend of hers that she recently met at work… And this is what’s been setting my spider-sense tingling all over… Also, they kinda sms each quite a bit, which sets me on overdrive!

You know something? You know that I know that you think I’m crazy and shit... But wouldn’t you feel the same? I know getting all suspicious and crap doesn’t bode or reflect well on our relationship… I seriously wish I could be like some of my friends that couldn’t care less about whom they’re gals hang with…

Confessions.... Part 3

You see, I’m coming from experience…

I’ve a friend that had a bf of 2 years but they still broke up… All because she began confiding in one of her guy friends that she knew for a short period of time… eventually, she and that friend of hers grew closer, while her bf drifted further… in the end they broke up, while the guy friend of her played a passive but crucial role in the classic romance tragedy… I was that guy friend…

I’m in a fucking dilemma now… I do not want my darling to be restricted with who she hangs with ‘cause I’d feel guilty knowing that she has to sacrifice again for my insecurities, I want her to be happy… But yet on one hand, I can’t stand it when so much is shared between the 2 of them, especially things that are so personal… But yet I cannot expect her to keep it all inside of her, otherwise she’ll explode, nor could I tell her who she can and cannot share things with… Arggh… Fuck insecurities….

Who knows what I know? Who comprehends my thoughts? Who understands my actions? Who shares my sentiments?

Today is ventilation day… Feel better though, wish I could say the same about my situations….

Who knows what I know? Who comprehends my thoughts? Who understands my actions? Who shares my sentiments?

Today is ventilation day… Feel better though, wish I could say the same about my situations….

Is it just me?.... (Part 2)

Think I'm saint? Think again....

Before you do so, let me say I ain't perfect, I can be quite stubborn sometimes and insist on my way... For example: Tattoos and Bike license... I'm very against tattoos, 'cause I believe they're taboo! Originated from pagan practices, and its like markings you make on cows... May be pretty but serves no point! The second, I'm not so stiff about it 'cause I know and understand why she wants to learn to ride a bike(Even now I still want to get a bike license one day, 'cause I want my Harley-Davidson V-Rod, which she thinks is ugly!)... Only reason I'm against her getting it now is this: She ain't ready!!!

With what authority you may ask?

Well, with this: I know, ‘cause I wanted the exact same thing like her. I wanted the coveted bike license… Well, fortunately my parents were against the idea, and now looking back on hindsight I’m grateful that they did! You see, after getting my car license, I came to discover how dangerous it is for a biker whenever he/she takes to he roads. There is simple no room for error. You slip, you crash & you get severely injured… And there is so many dangers that she has yet to encounter; blindspots, drowsy drivers, drunks, Indian pedestrians in black jaywalking at 2am (they think that invisibility is a good thing!)… etc… These are the stuff I encountered only through driving! Also, there’s my emotional and recklessness that usually makes me drive out-of-control, speeding and running red-lights etc…. With all these in mind, I told my gal that I’ll be cool with her taking a bike license only after getting her driving license and been driving for a year… Point being that, she’ll be educated on the perils of riding a bike, and with that knowledge better equip her whilst riding… And also for both of us to find out her how temperamental she is while she is driving, as that often translates into how temperamental while riding, which coincidently translates into how ready is she to take up riding…

Reasonable enough? Hope so…

Is it just me?... (Part 1)

Ok pple, time to 'fess up! How many of you pple out there are actually worried about your gals?!
I mean really concerned? And not just paranoid?

If you read this, please tell me am moi from "Para-Para Paranoid Land" or am I just being sweet like any other bf around town? Come on ppl, be supportive man!

Here's the deal:
My darling, she works from 10.15am to 9.15pm with only half an hour to eat for every meal... (Lunch and Dinner) So that means, poor her gotta stand on her heels for like at least 10hrs! So I decided to pick her up from work and drive her home, and in doing so spare her from public buses (which she claims she likes!) . Unfortunately, we've been fighting over this matter quite recently , and almost ran into some real trouble... She doesn't like me to go down there 'cause she thinks it ridiculous to drive all the way to her workplace, send her home and then drive back up... She feels guilty too for all the petrol expended and the energy that I've to spend... So here's the part I can't seem to understand: If I'm the willing party, why can't she be okay with it? Why can't the girl be appreciated about, kiss me and both of us be happy-ever-after??? Geez...

I mean, I appreciate the fact that she doesn't demand that I pick her up every night (as most of you would I believe!) and since that is the case I feel more obliged as I feel she deserves it, y'know what I mean? Really, if your gal can be so understanding, don't you feel that giving anything less is not acceptable??? That's one big problem with us... I want to give, but she dun wanna accept...

Life's like that...

"How now brown cow?"
That's what my pal Glenn used to say whenever we run into an obstacle... Funny thing is, I still dunno why he said what he said... I mean, have you ever gotten a response from a cow? Okay, you'd probably would have gotten a "Moo...". But what else? Nada....
As if it'll go, "Moo, try shifting the gear... Moo..."

Geez, anyway being a property agent ain't as easy as seems... Now I know better! Used to think that, its all easy-peasy, but not now... You see apart from being the co-ordinator, you have to be a keen listener and really good at picking details, sorta like a CSI agent... Picking up traces of clues, points that he client may accidently divulge. Why? Cause, that's the ammunition for negotiation bro! Bing-bang bada-boom... But it ain't easy, especially with no-one teaching what to look out for and pick up...

Unfortunately, many people think its an easy job... Just like I used to...

You know you've got problems you gotta deal with, and issues you need to settle when you start getting paranoid about your relationship with your other half... For me, its really tough... See, I've got an amazing darling... B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L babe... Lucky me eh? I'm not complaining, but as with most guys they get rather... hmmmm... wats a good word... you know... that lah... Well, one would tend to be a little concerned over her friends... Those of the opp. sex... Especially, when she starts exclaiming how cute or gorgeous they are... I'm no Brad Pitt, but I know where I rank... ANYWAY, sometimes it does kinda make you wonder how much of it are just her fantasies, and how much of it are... you know... that...

I'm coming from experience, when your lady says things like that, there are only a few explanatory scenarios:
1) She really likes the guy = You're fucked! Or kill that sucker!
2) She's just teasing with you = Ooooh... that bitch!
3) She's having eye-candies = Do something, before you're fucked! There is still hope...
4) She wants your attention = Where the hell have you been? Planet Venus??
5) She... well... gulp... "She's lost that loving feeling, and now its gone, gone, gone... wooowoooo"
= Look for a guy called "Hitch" quick... Cause' that's one area I ain't got the slightest clue what to do....

Good nites....

Hair Issues

Just had me hair trimmed today.
I kinda forgot the tell the nice barber that I like to keep my fringe, while he could make the rest of my hair shrink... Alas, now I think Spongebob looks much better than me!

Looking squarish would probably be an understatement, fortunately the nice barber helped me apply some wax... without my glasses on it did look goo..., but when I put them on, I realised that I made a mistake, now not only I look squarish, the bloody wax simply defined it more! As if it wasn't bad enough, he had to spike it up to complete the square... I left my glasses off...

Goodness....

What if....

1) Tsunami hit Sunny Singapore?
We Sings would probably be the next Atlantis waiting for the next generation to discover us... Not to mention the only relic we ever had too: "The Fort" @ Katong Park...

2) Singapore had been run by communists?
Hell, we'd be running around singing chinese songs.... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What a nightmare! No internet! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! We're soooooooo gonna die!!!!

3) My girlfriend was prettier?
Nah... Not possible... Any prettier, the angels up there would be buying cosmetics....

4) I had not been in National Service?
I'd be a millionaire by now... sigh...

5) I was a millionaire?
I'd be typing this blog on my snazzy laptop, onboard my personal jet to the Caribbean for lunch with my sweetie....
(See, I love her so I mention about her... But does she do that? NooOoooo.... Nada... Zilch!)

6) The Third Reich succeeded?
We'll be anticipating for the Fourth, the Fifth... and so on... Its a tradition for those psychomaniacs who wants to take over the world.... The more the merrier they'd say!

7) The sky wasn't blue?
It'll be funny for it to be polka-dotted with pink background yah?

8) This blog was never written?
You'd be saving yourself a few precious minutes...

9) Computers were never invented?
Blogs would be thick tablets of stone inscribed with words that'll take days to complete, hanging from some face of a cliff for all to see...

10) Mothers were not so gossipy?
The world as we know, would be a better place!

11) Girlfriends were not so gossipy?
Hah! Like that would happen! Of course the world would be a more duller place....

12) If SAJC merged with ACJC?
We'd be CASA-JC... A school of casanovas, c-asa wangs & casanos....

Being Attached...

Being attached ain't all that rosy
as most would make it to be...
Believe in that, and you'd probably be very disappointed!
Believe you, me...

Cause'
1) One day you'd realise she ain't as hyped up as you about each other...
You could be as happy as a pup, whereas she'd be just as excited as she would be eating your cooking... assuming you cook like me.... I make Charlie Chaplin look like Jean-Pierre!!!

2) She prefer you in the background...
Okay, this is just phooey! I mean keeping you low profile from parents is one thing, but from friends that's another, bub! Imagine this, if you like the oh-so-special relationship and the person too, wouldn't you be wanting to share the good news?

3) Think she likes kissing? Think again!
Half the time, while you think she's enjoying it as much as you are,
better rethink that again! She's just probably faking it... Like in "When Sally Meets Harry", I mean Meg faked orgasm right there and then in the diner!!! So what's a kiss?


So there.... Points to ponder for all of you sad bastards out there!