Changes of time

Some time back, while having dinner with an old old old friend and the girlfriend for dinner, we had an discussion about women and time (past, present, future). How times are so much more different. How about divorce rate was so much higher now. How that ring that was worn on the fourth finger and that piece of paper did not exactly mean as much as in the past.

We threw in all the points. Had some little debate and the conversation side-tracked into something that was so totally irrevelant to our initial conversation. To me, I guess its the education, the society, the time, the change of phrase. Everything. Almost everything caused all these to happened. Poeple are a lot less tolerance of anything and everything. Anything disagree, divorce. Everything not happy, divorce. In the past, divorce seriously did not come to their mind at all, both women and men. The term till death do we part carries so much more weight.

Then just yesterday, I met another friend whom I had not seen for quite a while at my regular salsa club. Yeah, its even more surprising that I'm even there yesterday. OId fat fart now, everything also lazy to do. So the first thing I asked her was so your hubby staying at home looking at the kids? She gave me a cute expression with a cuter reply You wait lor! Of course not. That is what maid is for!

Then a little though flashed across my mind. Maid to look after kids. Is this another changing of time with women as well? Back in my time, where police stop wearing shorts already, the idea of having a maid were for the rich. Most mothers were housewives, or tried to work out some form of solution. In my case, my family never had a maid. To as much as I could recall, my mother worked and she looked after me though I'm home alone in the afternoon. My sister was taken care by her godparents, then move on to childcare centre that was near my mother's work place. Then when I'm old enough, I took care of her, when I'm not trying to slaughter her. Not to forget that she still came home to work dinner. Or she would prepared my lunch early in the morning before she left for work. I hardly had to eat out.

Then my mother friend agreed with me and added on that women nowadays are not that willing to really suffer and had a maid to help out in the taking care of the children. I guess this was due to the fact that there isn't that many young couple household can afford to have the mother staying at home taking care of the children. This, of course, had another theory which I just heard today. Nop, I'm not going to type that out in this entry. Gotta think if the Big Brother is so going to come after me for pointing fingers at the gahmen and damaging the image of the gahmen. That I can't afford.

Club and butt

I have not went clubbing for a very long time, or rather since the day I took up salsa, i almost drop the clubbing activities. Salsa simply become a big part of my life. Even though now its smaller than it used to be but it is something that still take up a special spot in my heart. For the past few years, I seriously think that I can probably count the number of times I went clubbing with my two hands.

Friday night, friends asked me along to go to this is relative new hot club somewhere near the river. New because it had only open it doors for less than half a year (I think so) and on the week of its opening, there was abit of hoo-haa in the clubbing scene. In fact this club was suppose to be opened in Sillypore some many years back. But due to the name of the club, they were rejected. They could not change the name since the name was their branding. So when it finally open its door, I did tried to make it to one of its opening parties but I'm one who hate queues. A group of us was there but the queue was simply to scary. We gave up and went off elsewhere to party. That was also the night that I was stuck in a jam from carpark to main road for well over an hour, was that 2 hours, which would normally take no more than 5 minutes!

I had no idea what was wrong. Was it me? Was it the crowd? Was it the music? I seriously had no mood to dance. The crowd sucked big time. I have no idea why there are so many Raffles statues on the main dance floor and on the podium. The music wasn't that bad but the crowd simply just could not make it. I thought it might just me. Told a friend how I felt and she told me that she heard it ample times whenever she went down to that club. Sad man. Truly sad.

Then again, might be me too. Was it age that is catching up on me? Or maybe I'm just a little too tired. Done a little Dual-thlon that night before I went clubbing. Swimming plus running. No joke. I was not known for being athletic afterall. Nevermind that. The other thing that shocked a little out of me was having my butt smacked while been pulled to dance by a friend. I did mention it was boring, right? I knew Brokeback Mountain get nominated in a lot and won a few Academy Awards and Oscar Awards but that was not to say that being gay was the next in thing though the once sexies man alive was requesting for a gay movie role inspired by the Brokeback Mountain.

And just a few hours ago, my butt got molested again! WHAT THE FARK? Am i wearing that cowboy Old Navy wear (nop, I do not have the 100 grand to spend on it nor do I even WANT to)? I'm definitely not. Its a simply Paul Frank monkey tshirt. Its common to push, gently appreciated, someone by the back or shoulder to let yourself through in a crowded club. I done that myself and had people doing it to me pretty often. Nothing wrong. But pushing by the butt? WHAT THE FARK IS THAT FARKER THINKING? I was talking to 2 lady friends when that happened. And damn, the ladies were laughing their head off. They helped to check with I got anything funny on my tshirt that gave off the wrong signal. Farking nothing. Fark. I am 101% not Brokeback Mountain type.

Good toilet, good man

A while back, a friend was complaining that men were like toilets. The good ones were taken up while the leftover were full of shit. Well, not quite parapharsing her since I couldn't even remember her exact words but somewhere along that line of thought. Then yesterday, I read that women (not all) uses toilet to determine if the men are of marriage quality. What kind of shit is that? So now I must change my fetish from mopping the floor to cleaning the toilet?

Pre-emptive perception

Its only once in a blue blue cheesy moon that I did actually turned on the TV at home. Normally the TV would just laid there to collect dust. Some occasions that the TV got turned on was when my PC was downed, some years back. So the TV was turned on everyday during that down period. And I learnt and understand the wise saying that there is life outside the box. Another purpose I have for my TV is to watch out for Open Mobilization. Today, I turned it on again. The first thing I seen on TV was the announcement that the Singapore Table Tennis team got the Gold Medal. Great! Congrats. The first thing that came to mind was are they singaporean, borned singaporean or they were paid permanent resident? But of course, that was not why I turn on my tv. Oh well. I turned it on for the You Think You Can Dance. Fabulous. Even nicer when you had friends babes over to join you and watched it and goggled critized together. Sitting in my own living room and be our own judges. No critique. No fun.

Conferences the way to go!

419 scam are such a success that its raking in by the millions. And conferences need to be held to advanced the technique. Check this out. Its a funny read. Via I Got Spam?!

The look

Today I made a little dash for the elevator since I'm running a little late for work. Someone is in there. A cute lady. Hmmmm, then I was thinking, she did look familiar. Then a light bulb pop above my head and I recalled who she was in that split seconds. That was fast, I even surprised myself. My mind seemed a little quick this morning, considering that bad sleep I had last night. She's one of the auditors. No wonder I thought I seen her walking around in my office.

She exited the elevator a floor below mine and the coffee lady entered. Then she looked at the cute lady. Then she looked at me. Then she smiled. Then she said why dun you go after her? WTF?!? I thought my jaws was going for a touchdown and my eyes almost did a poppin` for the sky. Do I have it written all over my face that I needed somebody? Or was it that I just to get laid? Then she continued, why not, go after her, her smiles very sweet. Sweet? I won't know. I had yet tasted it. Beside, I'm afraid of diabetics possibilities. To top it off with the icing, she added that we both had the 夫妻相(how am I going to translate this? husband-wife face? man-woman look? compatible look?).

To make it easy for myself, I just laugh it off and went back to my desk. -shrug-


Maybe. Just maybe I should give those speed-dating a thought. Its like presenting yourself in 8 mins (I heard 8 mins per person) and repeating it at least 8 times. Its like CTRL-C then CTRL-V numerious times. Interesting. Maybe. Maybe.

Beautiful tit

Nice! Seen this beautiful blue tit before? Such a beautiful thing.

The Promises spoof

Funny crap. Spoof of a news broadcasting with scenes from the movie The Promise. Sorry, in chinese only.

Updates:
Now it should be worked. And embedded object refused to work again. Stupid. So I put it as hyperlink now in case it fails again. Here it is.

Toilet gossip

Toilet is a good place for gossip. A lot of great gvsossip occurred in the toilet. Earlier today I heard that a colleague did something wrong, something terribly wrong, even in my personal opinion. If the colleague is working in another company of the same industry, she is very likely to be fired. But then again, it might get covered up if the boss is willing to cover up. But too bad it involved other department as well. And seems like the other department boss is going to shoot this incident. And lucky for her, her boss is very busy at the moment to even look at this issue. I just wonder what is going to happen.

Then the other department was telling me this. Then he mention that the boss said something very crude in the manner of you know, my boss says woman with tits, ok to have no brain. But she, no brain no tits. How? WAHAHAA. Ok, that is so not funny. And I, been a good colleague offered some form of defense for her, though she might probably never know it.

She got no brain, she got no tits, nevermind she got look, even better than that hot news tammy leh.

And then I saw her boss in the toilet. But no name was ever mentioned. Nop. -zipped-