Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Woman and bathroom

Is it second nature to women to dominate the bathroom? Or they see the needs to rearrange all the bottles of toiletries into some kind of order? Does the theory of orderly chaos ever occurred to women? Or is it just me?

Had this friend who joinned me for my usual torture of running. I should probably praise her for her effort to travelling all the way down to my place to jog walk. All the talk of calories burning are just hanging by the mouth only. Nothing beats the real action. Then after all those she-walked-I-jogged, headed back home to bathe. Of course must bathe. How could I have dinner with all those intoxicating sweat smell? Then I offered my bathroom for her to bath too. Nothing big deal. But I was in for a shock surprise when I thought my toiletries arrangement looked different when I went back in for a 2nd round of bathing. Hey, its a hot day night.

The bottles were all lining up, like queue-ing for the 10 million angpao toto. And those toilet paper rolls core were arranged like for bowling, waiting to be strike down. Now I know why she was so long in the bathroom. And she din even said anything until I took my 2nd bathroom. And that was after I send her off. Then she questioned why I never throw those toilet rolls core. Well, I was more hoping that they will turn to gold..... I replied...

Monday, February 27, 2006

Ah phui

Had dinner with a few friends last night at this place famous for their fishhead steamboat (鱼头炉). Its almost 10 years since I last went there. Taken a while to figure out how to get to the place since its always someone driving there when I went so long ago. The food is still good but I can't say so for the service. Out of 5 dishes, 2 never arrived. However we still had a very full meal.

So we are chatting away, about local business scene and politics and almost anything under the sun. Then one of the friends mentioned that I used to be a idol of one of his friends. I was like ... wahhh me idol ... So I asked who was this friend. Do I know the person. What surprised me more was the fact that the friend was a lady who affectionately referred me as ah phui. Wah kauz! But its ok. My father also referred to as ah phui by his friends. So I guess I should be ah phui II.

So I tried to recalled if I ever notice any girl that looked at me affectionately. Ney, not such person came across my mind. So I made a casual remake that maybe she's not pretty enough, so I never notice her. Then that friend gave me that 吃不到葡萄说葡萄酸 (saying the grape is sour for not been able to taste the grape) and are you sure look. Then anothher friend asked if this friend was pretty and the friend gave that affirmative nod. DAMN. DAMN. DAMN. Another proven theory of how god simply dislike me. Sighz.

The next question would naturally be who was she. The friend gave me the look and said forget it, she no longer salsa and she was attached already. Anothe triple DAMN. Oh well, fated I guess. Fated.

Friday, February 24, 2006

brokeback? brokefront?

Was teasing a friend something about love at first sight (一见钟情). The person replied with one arrow kym ng. Kym her head lah. Kym. Now the gay cowboy show so hot. I asked if she wanna star in lesbian cowgirl show ah? And what you called the show? Brokefront Mountain? Then a thought flash across my mind. If you think physically and literally, brokeback for gay, and brokefront for lesbian. The irony and canny of it.

A walk down memory lane IV : puppy love

Just as I hate to admit it but I think it might probably be old age that is causing one to actually be reminded of the past. As the wise old man always tell me, time passed so fast before you can even blink your eyes. Man I have to agree. You know, one moment I am was enjoying the young adulthood and before I even think and realise, suddenly I'm going over to the next age box to check for all kind forms. Man, that was fast. But of coz lah, the gahmen got say, if ya aint no older than sillypore, ya a young people. So that would technically, or was that irrationally, put me as young.

Was asking a friend a while ago about if there is an increase in school fees. My friend told me that she has no idea and worst, she dun even know how much is the school. No shit man. Then again, it seems that I also dunno, and I'm still trying to recall how much was my school fees when I'm still wearing school uniform to attend school. Ney, nothing seems to come back. Then I was fondly recalling about my own childhood environment. In fact if I have a choice, I won't mind moving back to that area. Very small and quiet area. It really do look like a town in a park. Very nice! Oh well, afterall, I grew up there.

Then the friend surprised me when she asked me certain details about the area. Its only them I realised that she was from one of the schools in the neighbour. And that school reminds me of an incident a long time back. I had almost forgotten about that incident, if not for the been reminded of that school. I remember that incident as "nh girls fight over gm guy". Well, I can't name it outright, can I? I dowan to have pig head hanging outside my door nor have rotten eggs thrown at me.

Its a long story afterall (of coz I won't called it a walk down memory lane for nothing). Everything started from an outing among the boys (we haven't done our national service yet, so cannot called men, right?) to a neighbour arcade centre. We I was playing some games when our group got approach by this group of girls, saying that they wanted to know this particular boy in our group. Guess what, actually no need to guess since I'm telling the story. The girls ask for the boy number. Wah. Happening leh but it aint farking me (see, I always knew god just dun like me). But guess what again, I was FARKING playing game when they do that. So by the time I'm done (lucky I ain't one of those that can complete the whole game with one token else its so going to take so long to hear the story) the girls left without a number. The boy, my friend, hesitated and said he needed to think it over. FARK! Think what think? Charbor asked for your number and you still want to think? But of course I din get to see the charbor's face (I'm playing my game, remember?).

So we discussed and think its not such a good idea. The boy, my friend, was very shy. We are no ah beng lor. We no anyhow give number lor. We were good innocent boys. So we decided to give a fake number. I think I wrote my school office number there. Somehow I seems to remember my school office number at that time. And so we exchange the number. But shit, I'm not the one exchanging, so I still think see the charbor. TMD.

Then after that, I discussed with another friend inside the group about the incident. Since we got the girl number, how about we tried to have some fun? It was a fair idea back then. She gave her number willingly lor, so she's fair game. Back then, people like us no mobile phone. Got pager was quite a big deal already. And pagers wasn't even those melody type. Its those that can wake up the farking dead with the peee-peee sound. So its the house number that I will be calling. Well, I did called her when I got home. Chatted with her for the whole week, then arrange to meet up the following weekend. She did tell me on the phone that she did call the faked number and no one picked it up.

So following weekend, I arranged with her to each bring along a friend. So I called along the friend whom I discussed with earlier on for this double date. She's definitely not the pretty one, so I sian half already (I should have guessed why my friend hesitate, stupid aint I). Neither was the friend. And at that time, I had someone else in mind, so anyone else I just won't bothered with and beside, I we think she was just cheehong for guys. So we went downtown to window shopping (school boys where got moolah to shopping?). We walked real fast and the girls were like trailing behind us. Before long, I think we had lost them and are we glad that we did. Then we decided to just go into one of the shopping centre to rest our feet, only to bump into them again! Damn (back then).

So since we bumped into each other, we might as well just sit down and have some drinks. We ain't even talking much. I guess it got bored and we parted for the day. I never called her up again. But something unexpected happened. One week later, my friend told me that he was going steady with that girl's friend. No shit. Machiam I become matchmaker like that! Wah kau. It's an unexpected turn of event but we still congratulate my friend. Then something else even more happening happened. Seems like that original girl seems to pissed off her own peers. So one of her friends, the one that went stead with my friend, decided to play a trick on her. She asked the boyfriend, that is my friend, to pretend to break up with her and go steady with the original girl (still with me so far? I hate using those A, B and C. And its such a childish idea, right? We WERE boys then, remember?).

Just one week in the pretended relationship, my friend decided to tell her the truth, in front of her peers. As expected and natural reaction, she blew her top, screaming at the top of her voice at my friend inside MacDonald's. Wow, it must be some scene. Nop, this was 2nd hand account. I ain't not there when this interesting scene took place. The scene ended with her running out of Mac's, with tears in her eyes. So drama man. The next day when my friend went to pick up the original girlfriend from her school, the two girls bump into each other outside of the school, and they had a big fight. Outside school gate leh! Power man. The swear words started popping out. Outside school gate leh. I wonder where are they prefects when you need them. Since then I always recall this incident as the "nh girls fight over hm guy" incident.

Now that I think back, she's not really ugly. Probably belong to the cute category. In fact I couldn't quite recall her face anymore, so I might be wrong. But back then, we just kept referring her as the cheehong nh girl. Teasing girls had much high precedences over chasing them. Boys wah. What do you expect?

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Easy moolah

WAH! I'm so excited now. Someone is offering me a share of 30 millions USD. Illegal or not not important. Important is the cold hard moolah sitting on my table.

Hi,Getting your contact was not an easy task because since I am not
computer literate, I ordered my son to seek a partner very far away and he
went to the institute of International Business to apply and he paid them
the charges. My name is NOH DAE-JUNG, The brother of NOH
TAE-WOO, the former President of South Korea who ascended to power through
a popular electoral victory in 1988 to 1992. After serving duly, he was
accused of mass embezzlement which ran into billions of won because of the
GREAT OLYMPICS 1988 which brought Korea to the world lime light, and was
arrested but released after long years of incarceration and now under
scrutiny.

Before my brother's was overthrown, I secretly siphoned the sum of 30 mil
United States Currency out of Seoul and deposited the money with a
security firm that transports valuable goods and through diplomatic
means.I am contacting you because I want you to deal with the security
company and claim the money on my behalf since I have declared that the
consignment belong to my foreign business partner. You shall also be
required to assist me in investment in your country.

I expect you to declare what percentage of the total money you will take
for your assistance. When I receive your positive response I will let you
know where the security company is and the payment pin code to claim the
money which is very important.we do not want the government of my Country
to know about the money because they will believe I got the money from my
brother while he was still in office as president .Once you confirm the
receipt of the money ,I will come over with my Children to your Country or
any Country in Europe to start a new life with my Family.


As soon as payment is effected, and the amount mentioned above is
successfully transferred into your account, we intend to use our own share
in acquiring some estates abroad. For this too you shall also be our
overseas manager of all our properties and you will be paid based on a
certain percentage agreed on by both parties. For now, let all our
communication be by e-mail because my line is right now connected to the
South Korean Telecommunication Network services therefore we can not take
the chances of being heard.



Thank you in anticipation of your cooperation.
Yours faithfully,
Noh Dae-Jung.