Friday, September 30, 2005

Time to take action

This particular blog was started to record things I've wanted always wanted to do, but never got to doing.

Seems I'm still NOT doing anything

*sigh*

So have gritted my teeth... and signed up for.... the Marathon.

Now... if you're one of my friends, you would have collapsed and rolled all over the floor... go ahead...

Why laugh? Because I'm a HUGE man... all of 115 kgs... *grin*

Well... this is the first thing I need to do...

so darling.. tomorrow wake me up at 5am, okay? Your lao gong is going for a short run... erm... make that a jog, or heck lah... just a walk (coz hauling my backside out the door at that time is an achievement already)...

maybe i'll take photos of me doing it just so i can provide some form of motivation (or evidence).. perhaps shots of my sweaty belly? (a la mr brown's shots of his super branded shoes...)

*sigh*

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Perversions...



Was at Cowboy Caleb's blog and found out about an online petition against the "commercial sexual exploitation of children overseas".. Go on.. sign up!!!..

Have a couple of thoughts on this issue. As a father of a rather precocious 5-year-old, I find myself on the alert against perverts. Many occasions, when I'm out with the family, I find middle-aged to older men LEERING at my daughter, E.

Good Grief! She's only F-I-V-E!

I was actually quite oblivious to this until L pointedly told me to protect E's modesty by always ensuring that she was appropriately covered (we all know how 5 year olds have a penchant for flashing their panties). It was only after this that I became aware. Some of these creeps even attempt to touch her, albeit disguised as head patting.

Damn.

STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER, AND KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS AND EYES TO YOURSELF.

At those times, I really felt like belting the morons straight across the face. *grrrrrrrrrrr*




On a separate matter, I remember an old schoolmate who was boasting about how he had had sex with a 12 year old girl while on a military training stint overseas and how great that felt.

I felt like puking... and whacking him...

Couldn't contain myself and totally lost it.

Can't remember what I actually said, but remember giving him hell for it. Come to think of it, he was no longer a friend from that day.

So guys, throw your weight behind this... It's worth fighting for...

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

The Eternal Fight Between Good and Evil

... or between the authorities and the masses...

*sigh* Just read a very heated and emotional post by Xiaxue, as well as dam farnie one by mr brown.

So, what's my take on this?

I tend to agree with XX that there has been a breach of personal freedom... However, I reckon that under the traditional Asian psyche, the authorities do not know how to deal with criticism; especially criticism that is so public... So they fall back on what they know... punishment...

As a parent of 2 children, I put myself in the shoes of the authorities. Say my kids blog on the web about me being a terrible dad blah blah blah. So what would I do (I would have to do a bit of guesswork here; my kids are a 5 year old girl and a 7 month boy.. ) ?

I... WOULD... PUNISH... THEM... :P

Is it fair? Hell no. It is after all their own point of view.

But I guess it boils down to something deeper than that.. It's about respect... in a way, that kinda clashes with the younger generation... which is more about self expression, freedom of speech blah blah blah... kinda swinging the way of the hippie generation of old...

It's really a Catch 22 situation...

Is there a better way? I think there is. What is it? Don't know... If my kids were pissed off with me, I would much prefer that they came to me directly and talked to me about it, rather than bitch about it in some "public" forum.

Oh... and life's NOT FAIR ... or did someone change the rules?

Monday, September 26, 2005

Husband Training Techniques

L and I had some light banter when she saw my last post... "You so farnie... I do that meh?"

I feel I have to justify my comments.

How many of you have experienced the following :

1) You automatically do something when your wife/girlfriend makes a comment

Have you ever had your wife say... "Darling, I'm so cold"... and YOU get up from beneath your warm covers, walk all the way across the room to turn down the air con...

Heck! And you're not the one who's even cold!

"Darling... I'm so hungry"... and YOU automatically go to the kitchen to see what you can rustle up for the wifey

2) You panic when it's Valentine's Day and you haven't bought her flowers / a present / arranged dinner

So what's this significance behind Valentine's Day flowers? I've always believe this particular day was set up just so to take advantage of the guilt men feel towards their significant others : "I must do something.... otherwise she'll think I don't care anymore"...

Good grief. If you love somebody, you don't wait till a particular day to show it.

Someone I know never fails to make his wife a cup of coffee in the morning. He's one cool chap... Dick, if you're reading this, you put all of us men to shame

3) You learn NEVER to tell your wife if she's gained weight / looks under the weather

Why? Because you just don't... just ask any married man... he'll say the same thing...


I could go on and on (if I took the time to think through it all)... the point is, women have mastered their men. This is not to say that all of us (READ ==> I) are wimps and are scared shitless of our wives. It's just that they seem to have mastered our hot buttons... where to push so we'll be motivated to say and do the right things...

But then again, one other reason why we do all these things also be because we do truly love our wives. Oh darling, if you're reading this, I love you :)

Saturday, September 24, 2005

South Park


This is way cool : my very own South Park character! Think I'll name him Iggy. I really like this name. Was actually going to name my son Ignatius... until the wife (L) exercised her veto powers. I'd like to say we had long discussions over this, but the truth of the matter is... she just mentioned her concerns to me, and I caved´╝Ä I'm not a wimp, but I reckon wives have a way of getting their way. Perhaps there's a secret manual all wives get. How else do you explain the strategies wives use when dealing with their men? Can it be so coincidental that the techniques, right down to the words used, are almost identical? (yup, we guys compare notes too)... but that's the subject of another post, perhaps tonight.

Anyway, my son's name is now Matthew... and I've got to resort to calling my comic creation Iggy. *sigh*

PC

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Yeh! No more being ripped off!


I HAD THE BEST ICE CREAM E-V-E-R! Cheaper than "Ben & Jerry's" and "Haagen Daz"! Don't get me wrong... I simply love these 2 ice creams; they're just so expensive!

A friend of mine gave me a GALLON of "Fruits In Ice Cream"Ice Cream tonight... "Ube" flavour... yam as we know it. Was a bit sceptical, but when I took the first bite... mmmmmmmm.. FANTASTIC!

"Fruits In Ice Cream", my friend tells me, originates from the Philippines. Apparently, ALL Filipinos know this brand. I was surprised at the quality... and at the price...

5 bucks for a PINT, and 20 bucks for the gallon tub. WOW. Like that how to find? :P

Apparently not distributed widely, but managed to get the local contact... hee hee!!!

M-U-S-T L-O-S-E W-E-I-G-H-T.... arrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Who Am I?

Saw the meme started by MercerMachine and reflected on my life. This sure did stir up some deep rooted feelings.

I Am That Guy

I am the baby you almost aborted because he came unexpectedly.

I am the baby you almost gave away. Why? Because you were too young to get married

I am the child you left behind with anyone who was willing and able to look after. Who had to depend on the charity of relatives in order to go through life...

I am the child who grew up "fine", in spite of the many difficulties...

I am the child who was told by his mother : "If you see me, you must pretend not to know me"...

I am the boy who paid 30 bucks for a used pair of sports shoes, because new ones cost a bomb...

I am the boy who skipped half his JC 2 and whom deliberately failed his "A" Levels just so he could repeat; who took the LONG route through JC, Poly, Work and University...

I am the man who had his breath taken away by the woman of his dreams; who couldn't believe no one in his right mind did not already try to woo her...

I am the husband who cried while singing on his wedding day as he saw his beautiful bride walk down the aisle...

I am the father who could not believe the little shivering baby was his...

I am the husband who hugged his wife as his daughter went through her heart operation...

I am the father who is so glad for God's graces; who provided him with a wonderful family and an even bigger extended family...

I am that baby. I am that child. I am that boy, and now, I am that man...

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