Ungreen our Bus

I had done my ICT about a month back and so, I am pretty sure that this lady is not talking about me. But I do find her point of view interesting

I was bringing my children home from Downtown East last friday when a group of army boys boarded the bus with us. Gosh they were so smelly and disgusting that my kids started to make sick faces at me. Their sweaty body touch mine hands and my kids and I glared at them. SAF should really ban their soldiers from taking the bus. Can't they take taxis with their pay? What are our tax payer money for? Somemore they come from tekong dunno got any germs or virus with them. Later they spread to my children and worse to us. Hope the relavant authorities take note

In case you are wondering if this was a figment of my imagination,


http://politics.sgforums.com/forums/10/topics/368533
http://forums.asiaone.com/showthread.php?t=21523
http://www.asiaone.com/Motoring/News/Story/A1Story20090721-156196.html

Think Again.

But in some ways, though warped and perverted, I do agree with her.
In fact, I would reckon that its time to give our boys in green their dues and that make it the law that all Taxi are supposed to ferry our boys in Green, when they are in uniform, to anywhere on the island for a flat fee of $2.

That will stop them from spreading their germs to the public and also to recognise them for the work that they are doing and the sacrifice that they are making. It is probably obvious to people reading this, that I am under certain influence when writing it.

As to JusticeLegal, whoever she might or is supposed to be, I have the following in reply.

Dear JusticeLegal,

I have chance upon your short post in SGforum and I will just use this as the platform to reply to you this,

While you might consider yourself fortunate to never have been wife to a NSmen or a full time SAF servicemen, I cannot stop wondering what is the circumstances that induce this, was it that he was found lacking which was why he was never enlisted. OR that he hails away from our shores.
In anyway, calling our NSmen boyscout brings to light that you bear certain misgivings and prejudice against the institution that is SAF. Granted that it does have some shortfall, but unless you are in it, I do feel that you do not have the calibre to brand them as such.
And to top it off, while on thisisland, in the event of war, they will be the one to protect you among others. As such, your remark is unkind to simply diss the men and women that will take up arms and lay down their life to afford you, your hunband and your 2 daughters safety and security.
As for germs, they carry just as any other people. As such, by banning people on our public transport, you are probably no better than those who brought forth the Apartheid? And might I remind you that as your namesake sounds, a learned in law that this will commit our fair government to breach an international law?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crime_of_apartheid
And to ask the Nsmen to take taxi will be to make them spend beyond their means. Would you happened to know that their allowance is only 350 a month? The taxes you pay is nary enough and that they are bound to have no other employment beyond this. And hence, you are chasing them out of the bus, not to take a taxi but to walk?
And I would like again to remind you that, just as you are the mother to your daughters, they are their mothers' son and that are you not being disrespectful to their mother as well?
And finally, I would like to end this by giving you this advice
Go take a cab yourself. In fact, you should just get a car and be driven around Singapore. Of course, it will be better that you, your daughters get out of this stinky island.

Classy things to say when stressed

Classy things to say when stressed

1. "Okay, okay! I take it back. Unfuck you!!!"

2. "You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing?!"

3. "How many times do I have to flush before you go away?"

4. "This day sure was a total waste of make-up"

5. "Well, aren't we a bloody ray of sunshine?"

6. "Don't bother me, I'm living happily ever after."

7. "Do I look like a fucking people person!"

8. "This isn't an office. It's HELL with fluorescent lighting"

9. "I started out with nothing still have most of it left"

10. "I pretend to work, they pretend to pay me"

11. "Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed"

12. "Do they ever shut up on your planet?"

13. "I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable"

14. "Don't worry. I forgot your name too."

15. "I just want revenge. Is that so wrong?"

16. "Not all men are annoying. Some are dead."

17. "Wait...I'm trying to imagine you with a personality"

18. "Ambivalent? Well yes and no."

19. "You look like shit. Is that the style now?"

20. "A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth."

21. "If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport.

Rules of investment

I was recently inspired on how investment can be done and how some scholars showed the way, let me just share them with you

1). Screw legality
It only needs to seems legal, doesn't matter if it may turn out otherwise, if someone promise you a state-own enterprise at ridiculous price, just take it cause some law intern told you so.

2). Monopoly is good, cartel better.
It really doesn't matter if you own a large share of the top 2 company in the same industry in a country because you can still sell the stake of it to another foreign company even if the court says no.

3). State openly that your investments have a long horizons and divest very quickly
Claims that your investment is for years if not decades and sell them off in under 20 months

4). Its all in a name
If you can't get a top execute call wealth or trillion or billion, get some that share the namesake of a tyre should be fine as well

5). Buy High sell low
Ignore calls that you over exposed your investment in a particular sector and ignore all the warning sign that you are buying a lemon. Good is good, Lehman was pretty fantastic.

I am sorry, as I am not a big investor, you will get nothing guessing who I am talking about. If you are following these rules, you should have a few billions in reserve and I can recommend you myself as the beneficiary as I can assure you that I can make better returns in Macau, Genting or our new IRS

Beware, aware

It should not concern me, really, afterall, this NGO and its activity concerns me not 1 bit. Its about women, their rights, the apparant lack of it and also the promotion of their rights.
What made it interesting was that, all of a sudden, the entire executive committee were changed, the chairwomen resigned and that its happening becomes the latest feedstock of news. Not 1 day will you be able to read the news without AWARE appearing in caps..

So, what interest me so now?

That the entire coup was planned, staged and executed either with militant choreography or looks as if divine intervention sets in? that did not get me

The new exco was from the same church and in fact, aunt, niece and in-law were in it together? not really raising an eyebrow

How about if the new chairperson did not get the consent from her company and that the employer was the biggest bank in Singapore and she probably was behind a PR fiasco that slurred the bank with a fufundamentalist religious group? that got my attention a bit

How about a man of cloth, the pastor of the church is rallying the church, its parish to go about to hold control over the EOGM that will happen next week? quite a bit.

My true concern is that, if they proved to be successful, is it just a precursor of things to come. What happened if in the future, CDAC is deemed to leaning towards Taoist and buddhist and also showed a movie which happens to talked about gay, will they want to take over it too?

I firmly believe, that man (or woman) believe, faith or relation with his or her god, should remain one that stays between him/her and God. While the goodness and the virtue may show through words and deeds, do not, at any one time, slight anothers faith or religion.

Even more so, to attempt to sieze control of any organisation to further ones religious belief is scary and dangerous. Woes be the day if the fundies takes hold of our military and use all its might to spread their version of good word......
But know this,

They may tell you that its either them or the Homos


Which reminded me that the Fracist gained power by telling the people its either them or the jews will get all their jobs and money... look what happened then

when they used illogical fear to attempt to gain power, watch out... they will get more power and with that power, drown out every single voice that is different.....What we, should remember, is probably this phase from our pledge,

as one united people, regardless of race, language or religion, to build a democratic society, based on justice and equality

And with that, I leave you with this simple line

God's first gift to man is that of free choice, what rights it of man to take it from his brethen

To the women out there, reading this, you can sign up to join AWARE and vote. But end of the day, the choice is yours to make

Phillips Screwdrive

Happens to be a new term for how law is applied here.

Its just that, anyone questioning our law minister if there is more than 1 law is so wrong.

There is only 1 law

There is only one set of law

But 3sets of judgement:
1 for the elites
1 for the peasants
and 1 for the chees

from here

It was again reused and updated

There is only one set of law

But 4sets of judgement:
1 for the elites
1 for the angmos and FTs
1 for the peasants
and 1 for the chees and oppositions

Updated here

And someone gives it a name here

So there you have it.
Phillip's Screwdriver

only non-ang mo non-elites are treated badly?

Cue philipchai and his 4 levels of treatment inequality, also known henceforth as Phillip's Hypothesis of Being Screwed (or in short: Phillips Screwdriver).

Law

People who are not familiar with Singapore can always says that we are safe and clean and even about Michael Faye...

However, I have a feeling that Michael was probably screwed because he did not have a good lawyer and that he put it too political that in the end, in order to prop up the image of us being tough, he got the cane.

Fast forwarding it to yesterday.
What do you think about people who steal car, drive under the influence of alcohol and also knocked down a few lamp post? Jail Time? Cane? Waterboarding?

Well, read this

Neil Arthur (left) was fined a total of $9,500 and banned from driving in Singapore for two years after he admitted to the two charges. --PHOTO: ST

AN OIL company engineer on a business trip here last November had an extended stay - all because he stole a lorry and committed driving-related offences.

Neil Arthur, 37, was fined a total of $9,500 and banned from driving in Singapore for two years after he admitted to the two charges.

His blood/alcohol level was more than 11/2 times the legal limit.

Deputy Public Prosecutor Andre Moses Tan said Arthur, who had earlier been drinking with friends at Orchard Towers, was walking along Tanglin Road at about 2.30am on Nov 19 when he saw Mr Lim Swee Ann's lorry.

On seeing the key in the ignition, he got in and started the engine.

Mr Lim, 43, who was installing new lamp posts along the road, tried to stop him. Arthur stepped on the accelerator and drove off, crashing into a signboard and lamp post a short distance away.

While reversing, he hit another lamp post and some Christmas decorations causing the vehicle to flip.

He had compensated a total of $57,039 to the State and the victim. Pleading for fines only, his lawyer Shashi Nathan said his client's conduct that day was totally out of character.

Arthur, who is married with two young children back home in Aberdeen, Scotland, vaguely remembered being assaulted and pursued by a number of persons with fists and feet as well as sticks. He ran away and briefly lost consciousness, said the lawyer.

Two other charges of driving without a Class 4 licence and insurance coverage were taken into consideration, while another causing hurt charge was withdrawn and he was acquitted.

http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_367529.html

And basically, the following should sum it up pretty nicely

Defend

Got a call sometimes this week from my ICT unit.

They are asking me for 1 more week back in service.
In all honesty, ICT is most of the time fun, alot of hardwork, yes, but it is time whereby we get to break from our routine and do somethings out of our routine work.

Of course, there will always be alot of rush to wait and wait to rush.
There is also a sense that I am doing this, if not for the country, my family and those who served with me.

But if you look at it, we are really getting the shorter end of the deal, no?

As if 2 yrs of life was not enough, every year, u get called back 2 weeks of your time. Yes, one can argue that its like going on leave, but ask anyone from club med to trade their week for 1 in Tekong.... Any takers? I guess not.

And be asked to keep fit every year and if not, you will get RT or IPT. Which means that you have to get off work early or even on weekends to do exercise. Failing to do that, you get charged.

Which mean that you spend alot less time at work then all the foreign talent in your office..... And you are wondering why the quality of life and promotion is far away....... For all you know, its more likely to advance you in the list of people getting retrenched....

Trust me, the whole moniker that "Jobs for the FT, NS for the Sinkies" is not a joke. It is the culmination of what we are so pissed of about.

In fact,
If you asked me, what do I defend?
Definitly not
1). The trash that masked as talents that took jobs from the local
2). The Ang Mos that screws our women and look macho but can't even hold a gun.
3). The million dollar or 8 month bonuses
4). The helpers that torments our kids and aged and still cry rape and abuse
If they happened to benefit from the umbrella of protection, just be quiet as I can assured that its all accidental.
Because when the call to arms is answered, rest assured that those in the 4 listed, if they had not scuttled out and hide somewhere far, might just get some iron or lead in their system.

And she turned 1

It seems like only a fews back that I see my daughter, coming out into the world and breaking into her first cry.

And just on Sunday. we celebrated her first birthday and she is already tasked to decide what path she wants to take in her life by grabbing stuff that represents different inclination.

Her choice was to brush everything aside and go straight to her grandmother. After which, made a beeline for the house coffee table cum biting post... she finally settled on a Chinese Brush Pen...... I wonder if she wants to be a writer, a poet, or from the way she is holding it, a conductor.......But whtever is her path in the future, as long as she does not stray and spiral into a path of self-destruction, my job as her father is to make sure nobody leads her down that path.

There was nothing that I inhereted, be it legacy or calling, neither shall I leave her a calling that may not be her choice. However, I do hope that I can afford to leave back a bit of legacy to help her a bit in her life.

As my mother is out of town, I had to take 2 days off to take care of her, to carry her about, feed her and to change her soiled diapers when needs to do and to coax her to sleep, provide some entertainment and to sooth her when there is those little knocks and bumps and to make sure that those knocks and bumps stay little.....

I will not tell you how great parenthood is as it is as it should be, there is no need to make it sounds any more grander or to belittle it.

If you ask me if or when the next one will come, I do not know, all I can say is that everything in due time, and while I may be a bit wiser, the next kid will be a persona unique and requires a different treatment altogether.....

[Funny] Anger Management

Saw this from a regular joke thread and felt that it is too good to ust go away

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know, but you know deserves it.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialled it. A man answered, saying 'Hello.' I politely said, 'This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?'

Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear 'Get the right f***ing number!' and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.

When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled 'You're an asshol_e!' and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshol_e' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, 'You're an asshol_e!' It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'asshol_e' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, 'Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?' He yelled 'NO!' and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, 'That's because you're an asshol_e!' and hung up..

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a 'For Sale ' sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshol_e (I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshol_e, too. I said, 'Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?' He said, 'Yes, it is..' I then asked, 'Can you tell me where I can see it?' He said, 'Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax. It's a yellow ranch style house and the car's parked right out in front.'

I asked, 'What's your name?' He said, 'My name is Don Hansen,' I asked, 'When's a good time to catch you, Don?' He said, 'I'm home every evening after five.'
I said, 'Listen, Don, can I tell you something?' He said, 'Yes?' I said, 'Don, you're an asshol_e!' Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.

Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. Then I came up with an idea.

I called asshol_e #1. He said, 'Hello.' I said, 'You're an asshol_e!' (But I didn't hang up.) He asked, 'Are you still there?' I said, 'Yeah!' He screamed, 'Stop calling me,' I said, 'Make me,' He asked, 'Who are you?' I said, 'My name is Don Hansen.' He said, 'Yeah? Where do you live?' I said, 'asshol_e, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax , a yellow ranch style home and I have a black Beamer parked in front.' He said, 'I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers.' I said, 'Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshol_e,' and hung up.

Then I called asshol_e #2. He said, 'Hello?' I said, 'Hello, asshol_e,' He yelled, 'If I ever find out who you are...' I said, 'You'll what?' He exclaimed, 'I'll kick your ass,' I answered, 'Well, asshol_e, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now.'

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.> Then I called Channel 7 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd in Fairfax . I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax. I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.

NOW I feel much better.

Anger management really does work.

The beast in me

I try to put up a civil front most of the time. Not out of fear of reprisal, but fear that the beast in me might be out of control. I am probably one of those, while drinking... will tend to get while, but little does people knows that even then, I retain full faculty. Guess that there is a little of a control freak in me.

despite how lousy this week has been so far, I do in fact yell alot at people. But all was done in deliberation. As I began to realised that despite us in a civil society, a show of force and a raise of voice still does wonder to get one's point across.

you can consider it the modern way of gunship politics.
But even madness needs method, least it is only mindless lunacy. Showing of force, which I like to call it, needs to be done in such a way that it delivers the message and emphasis it without losing the plot and without getting 1 into trouble.

It is more than a raising one's voice or for that matter, the banging of tables and using angry word.... Words should be carefully chosen and never should they be foul. Threaten not but always say something that you can back up. Be vague at times but descriptive if necessary, but always, always, take to the extreme and know this, the whole idea is not just to get your message across, but to vent it as such that at least you feel better.

End of the day, I can either chose to die young with all frustration in me, or I can get a safety valve to let it out and let it out on those that rightly deserves it.

forgotten

There are many a times in the past months that I tried to will myself back to the keyboard to strike those words hard and leave them like footprints in the sand... but many a time I just fear to thread or simply too lazy. Being a father is a full time job. Not to mention that I have a full time job.

And so, for a while it seems that all is forgotten.

That is how I feel today, during work that me or at least what I have been doing all these while are forgotten.

I only came to the revelation from the golden mouth of my boss that he does not know that part of my job is done by me... and not just merely coordinating....

What fun...... To think that that function had been with me for the last 7 yrs and being written off just like that.....

This is one of the more frustrating weeks, of course, I had seen worst. Being in a company for so many years allow 1 to see the bad day through by think ing about the good days.......

But yet..... only knowing how much a certain job has been taken lightly makes 1 wonder if the year of the ox should not let 1 just merely toil the field like to ox but to beat one's ow trumpet so that all will know.... But alas, as it is my sign, I prefer to do my work....

Anyway, its still not too late, just wish that everyones life gets better through toil and hardwork....

More of her Moments

There are times when fathers have too much time and a working digital camera. Couple that with the insanely easy caption tools of photobucket,

We get more of her moments

Her as an exit sign



In deep thought (Yoda Pose)



KungFu Baby (Her dad has been branded as the Kungfu Panda)



Lian-ish Baby (Father is certified Beng after all)



Caught being naughty



When told that this is the last idiotically captioned photo

Disclaimer
No Baby was harm in the making of this blog post.....
Please do not try this at home unless you are a trained parent with your own kid

The Devil Himself

This is interesting

You are The Devil

Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession

The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.

Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Her Moments

There are time that our daughter is like an angel, all blissful, serene and pleasant..

There are time when she is a kicking, screaming siren to be heard 3 floors down....

And there are those time in between where she made excellent material for one liners

The warning before the storm


All hell break loose


All Hell Break Loose - ala 300


After the feeding frenzy


Not quite done yet.....

Disclaimer
No Baby was harm in the making of this blog post.....
Please do not try this at home unless you are a trained parent with your own kid

Don't be a nice guy

I find this from EDMW (yeah, of all places... but it makes a damn good read.

"What Happened to All the Nice Guys?"
Date: 2007-11-19, 3:52AM PST


I see this question posted with some regularity in the personals section, so I thought I'd take a minute to explain things to the ladies out there that haven't figured it out.

What happened to all the nice guys?

The answer is simple: you did.

See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were ****ing treated you.

At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.

Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"

Well, once again, you did.

You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.

Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.

So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:

1.) Build a time machine.
2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.
3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.

I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.

If you were five years younger.

So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've ****ed yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the bull**** and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't ****ing want you, now.

Sincerely,

A Recovering Nice Guy



To all the nice guys out there... Stay true to urself even if it means u cant get the gal. This is wad i call MAN!

End of the day, to all the nice guy out there.... just get this... girls don't dig nice nowaday......

To all the girls lamenting the lost of the nice guy... guess what... you are the cause of it

She had arrived

It was a friday night after a heavy buffet with CQ and James...
We arrived home at about 11 and that Its my turn to the shower after my wife....
Halfway through, she came into the bathroom and told me that her waterbag has burst.

Finishing my shower and packing up a few item, we rushed down to the hospital... knowing that this is probably it.. what we had been waiting for 9 months has culminated to this..

At the hospital, the table was probably the only thing separate me and the strangulation of a slow and imperturbable nurse who is doing all the registration and question in first gear. We got the delivery suite ready and she was officially warded.

My wife had amazing pain threshold and that throughout the night, it was the chart that tells me that she was in contraction.

In the morning, knowing that I will not want to be stuck in breakfast while my wife is in labor, I had to rush down at 6 then 7 for my breakfast.
it was nothing more than eggs in a cup which I gobbled down in 1 quick gulp and 2 toast with a hot coffee, which I brought it into the delivery room.

It is now that the contraction started to be more painful and that I will need to start to soothe her as it progress. I still managed to get the video cam out, soothe her while finishing my breakfast...

The doctor arrived on the spot and remarked dryly that she cancelled our appointment at the clinic and now, at the appointed time, she has to come to perform the delivery... I don't blame her, the whole timing is so impeccable that I will have a 5 days rest and that we saved 1 appointment with the doctor... what was even more amazing was that, on the exact time she arrived into the world...



After 2 nights stay at the ward and winning the shouting match in the nursey despite the fact that she is the smallest kid there, she is now happily sleeping in her own bed after a full hour of feeding, which she wanted more after.



How she will turn out and what she may accomplish in life, I do not know yet;
All I know is that, this little bundle of joy will now change my entire household and probably how I look and deal with the world from hence forth

Idiot proofing

Just to prove that... no matter how hard you try to idiot proof, the idiots will proof you wrong

Lolipop -Mika

Hey, what's the big idea?

Yo mika

I said
Sucking too hard on your lollipop
Or love's gonna get you down
I said
Sucking too hard on your lollipop
Or love's gonna get you down

Sucking too hard on your lollipop
Or love's gonna get you down
Sucking too hard on your lollipop
Or love's gonna get you down
Say love, say love
Or love's gonna get you down
Say love, say love
Or love's gonna get you down

I went walking in with my mama one day
When she warn me what people say
Live your life until love is found
'Cause love's gonna get you down
Take a look at the girl next door
She's a player and a down right whore
Jesus slows up, she wants more
Oh bad girls get you down

Singing
Sucking too hard on your lollipop
Or love's gonna get you down
Sucking too hard on your lollipop
Or love's gonna get you down
Say love, say love
Or love's gonna get you down
Say love, say love
Or love's gonna get you down

Mama told me what I should know
Too much candy gonna ride your soul
If she loves you, let her go
'Cause love only gets you down
Take a look at the boy like me
Never stood on my own two feet
Now I'm blue, as I can be
Oh love couldn't get me down

Singing
Sucking too hard on your lollipop
Or love's gonna get you down
Sucking too hard on your lollipop
Or love's gonna get you down
Say love, say love
Or love's gonna get you down
Say love, say love
Or love's gonna get you down

I went walking with my mama one day
When she warn me what people say
Live your life until love is found
Or love's gonna get you down

Singing
Sucking too hard on your lollipop
Or love's gonna get you down
Sucking too hard on your lollipop
Or love's gonna get you down
Say love (say love), say love (say love)
Or love's gonna get you down
Say love (say love), say love (say love)
Or love's gonna get you down

Mama told me what I should know
Too much candy gonna ride your soul
If she loves you, let her go
'Cause love only gets you down

Wow, woow, woow, lollipop
Wow, woow, woow, lollipop

Sucking too hard on your lollipop
Or love's gonna get you down
Sucking too hard on your lollipop
Or love's gonna get you down

nice? I dont do nice......

There's alot of time that I look at people and I see a reflection of me. I mean... not a picture of 100kg or looking like a fucking shaven bear... rather, the attitude towards life.

When I came out to work, there is always this need to serve; What you asked are delivered, with a smile and at 120% if I can.
However, as time goes by, there will be people who take the 120%, asked for more, turn around, stab you in the back and expect you to thank them and asked for more.

Eventually, one old Navy LTC's word began to come back to me

When its your ass and my ass on the line, it will always be mine that I will take care... anytime....

That gave me a new outlook in life.... learning that everyone has an agenda and that I will probably be better off serving mine then theirs..i still believe in moral and integrity and all that stuff, but now, I realise that the only way that I can still have my integrity and not having someone imposing theirs over mine is that if I stay on top of everything.... The whole idea here is simple... I do not believe that I am mightier than anybody out there, but I will need to make sure that my own interest are served first and foremost, to be able to still stand tall and keep my belief...

Watching Kingdom of Heaven for the Nth time, I came to realisation that we had only advanced in the ways and doctrine of conflict.... conflict is still rife and the other of the day stays that as long as I am not subjugated, I can keep my say.

While my wife enjoyed having me making silly faces all the time when back home, it all comes down to the fact that, in work or any part of the world out there, while I am working, I will need to advance, be it the dpt, coy or friends, to advance all the common goals....
To give nothing that I am not willing to give and take everything that is deemed my.
As for being nice, sorry, I do not do nice.... If you are in my way, get out of it or get run over.. it is that simple....

For those who do nice, don't... I am asking this very simple, I will not ask for anything that you are not willing to give and for everything that you give to me, you can ask for something that I am willing to give in return.... it is that simple....

Words uttered in madness

To the local support staff

I applaud your valiant effort to help the users; However, sometimes they are best helped by putting a bullet in their head.

In jest about work

The boss will tell you that nobody is indispensable. When you ask for a promotion, you will be told that you are indispensable in your current post..... making you... a nobody

Being Idiot proof

Idiot proof is impossible; it requires an intelligent being to think like an idiot which any idiot can beat by sheer experience and idiotic tendency

Choice

Anyone can come up to you tell that you always have a choice; but they will not tell you its between the blade and the deep blue sea