Being SDU - Get a life

I still recall the 5 week tuition I had during my Secondary school days. Things like this don't get forgotten very easily, when you practically lead a monotonous lifestyle during your early teens.

The only enjoyment I had was on Saturdays, when I was given the licence to not study. While other kids grew up with piano, ballet and violin lessons, I grew up playing the arcade.

Every Saturday would be either spent in Hougang SuperFunworld or AMK Funland. I learnt how to fully utilise my allowance and maximise my time spent. I learnt how to play those long games from stratch. In those times, one credit can let me play for a minimum of half an hour. The longest game I played with one credit was 1.5 hours.

Sometimes, Saturdays weren't enough. I remember me and some of my classmates used to bring a spare t-shirt to school every Friday just in case we wanted to go to you know where.

I was so hooked that me and a few friends of mine even formed a team and competed competitively.

Initial D? Nah.

Daytona. Give me a Daytona machine and I can still show you my skills. Its like cycling. Once you know, its hard to forget. It was drilled into me already.

Ok, I'm digressing.

When I was 16, mIRC was still very popular. Outings were organized and I would meet up with some or all of them. We would laze the afternoon at Ray Wilson Starbucks and pop over to Cineleisure and spend the rest of the day at the arcade.

I have no idea how much I've spent on the arcade already. I shudder to even think about it.

Sometimes, the meetups will be at Potblack, behind Forum the shopping mall. That was when I was first introduced to pool. I tried the game and I loved it. I also upgraded to playing snooker, the Ah Beng sport.

When I entered Polytechnic, when I'm not studying, all I ever did was either go to the arcade or play pool. I didn't socialise much. Although there were a few single babes in my class, I didn't do anything. The ratio was 2 girls to 1 guy. And there were only 5 guys in my class. And one by one my classmates' status changed from single to attached. Except me. I was still learning how to be at ease with the other species.

One day, my classmate said something to me jokingly but I still remember what he said word for word.

The conversation went something like this.

"Monk, how you going to spend your weekend? Going out ah?"

"Yah, going to meet some of my online friends tommorrow. Got outing."

"Outing?! Sial lah monk, if life was for sale ah, go and buy one! Haha!"

The other guys started laughing, either at that line or at me. It wasn't funny being given a low blow but I just laughed along.

To add insult to misery, Dido came up with a CD album at around that time too.

Life for rent.

But after so long, and thinking back about it, its all very funny actually.

How do you define having a life?

Having the company of women or always going out with groups of friends?

I had very few female friends during that point of time. I also had no luck in women in Polytechnic.

Does having going out on "outings" and playing arcade games & pool alone equate to having no life?

Its still a life ok... just that its a lonely life.

Till now, I'm still pretty much the same. Old habits die hard. Really.

I got so used to going to the arcade that I would step in everytime I walked passed one. Even now. If I had to wait for a friend and I'm alone, I would go over to the nearest arcade and ask my friend to find me there.

Sometimes when I am alone I would also go play pool at the challenger table.

Or walk around town alone, window shopping and watching the world go by.

Maybe this behaviour contributes as one of the reasons on why I am still single.

I wonder how long will this go on, although things have been picking up recently.

Because of getting onto a bad/wrong start in my early teens, I need to do alot of changes and amendments on my part.

I'm still not there yet.

Dawn Yeo in FHM

I've bought myself a copy. Because of 3 reasons.

1. Dawn Yeo is featured.
2. FHM is giving away a free deck of FHM playing cards.
3. FHM's Girl Next Door Finals. I wonder if that is the competition which Janice has been talking about?

After I bought it, I scanned through the magazine. Totally disappointed.

Dawn does not look as good as the ones found in her blog and FHM Girl Next Door finals is on March 2006. I also dunno if this competition was the one Janice was talking about or not. Comeon Janice, tell me already!

At least the $7 did not go to waste. I got a set of FHM cards to play with, and there is also Megan Lai, aka this month's firecracker.

She is HOT HOT HOT!!! Hotter than Dawn Yeo definitely!

Its that bad until I don't want to post up any of her pictures.

So people, if you are looking for hot Dawn Yeo pictures in this issue. Forget it. Go through her blog archives instead. Its waaayyyy lot better. Trust me.

Heres a picture of Megan Lai instead.

Sorry for the blurred pic. Using camera phone mah.

The offer still stands. Who wants to sponsor me a digicam?!

Being SDU - Wheels

"Get a car, and the girls will come flocking to you like bees to honey" my army friend was telling me the secret to get attached while eating snake one day.

His logic that girls are only attracted to the guys with wheels because they get to travel for free and need not joust around with sweating bodies and screaming kids for seating space by taking public transport.

By now you may think that I am rewriting Janice Wong's "Want a girlfriend? Get a nice car" article. Let me emphasise. This is NOT a rewrite. Think of it as an... add-on.

With that, lets continue.

Women are materialistic. Ok, not all of them.

But the point is, if they are single, they will prefer a man with wheels than one without.

Why? Refer to sentence two for that matter.

If you don't have a car, don't expect a fair courting chance.

Ok, so you have a car, but its a Nissan Sunny.

Sure she may consider letting you drive her around, when all the Mercedez and BMWs drivers aren't available.

Even I agree with Janice Wong that a man with an expensive car is more socially desirable.

Everyone wants to sit in a more expensive car.

Think Mercerdez Cab vs. Toyota Cab. Which would you prefer?

To further enforce that view, I asked starrfish, a female friend of mine on her take on this subject.

She too said that men with wheels are a convenience. It also shows that they are rich and successful.

She added that women dating men with expensive cars is for the sake of being glamourous. If the she is spotted by her friends hanging out with a guy with an expensive car, they will start to get envious or jealous or both and the visious cycle begins.

Comparing.

But being the realistic girl she was, she knows that maintaining a car ain't cheap. The owners may look suave and all that but at the end of the day, they still need to pay road tax, petrol (erratic rates), parking, etc etc.

She concluded that her man need not own a stylo milo shiny car. A cheap or second hand car will do, for convenience sake. To be able to ferry around old folks is good enough. How heart warming.

As an ending note, I shall quote Janice Wong quoting talk-host Oprah Winfrey in her "Want a girlfriend? Get a nice car" article.

Everyone wants to ride with you in the limo, but what you need is someone who'll take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.

Its not what you think it is

Thank you for all the kind response from you readers regarding my singlehood!

Don't worry, by writing about being SDU, I am NOT sulking about it. As I said before, the "Being SDU" series is just a hobby taken up for fun to provide an insight on why Singaporean men like myself are still single.

In fact, my singlehood has reached a point where I don't care about my status anymore.

I have groomed myself in such a way to deter any this-guy-is-boyfriend-material thoughts from any ladies I meet.

I call this tampering with the first impression I protray.

Those who know me know what I'm talking about.

Being SDU - Dating disasters

Where you bring your date and what you do during the date says alot.

I've concluded this statement after evaluating the number of (blind) dates I've been to in my entire 23 years on this planet.

I can practically imagine every date of mine calling up their girl friends after the meeting and all of them saying the same thing.

"I'm striking him off my list"

Words are free, thus talk is cheap but the fact was me being unwanted at that point of time.

Let me relate to you about some of the the dates I've been to, and all the boo hoos that happened. Maybe after reading through them you will agree with my opening statement.

Note: The names of my dates have been changed to protect their identity.

Blind Date 1
mIRC and meetups was the in thing then. I've made alot of cyber friends and even chose to meetup with some of them. Different channels different friends. I can practically see my social circle expanding.

In one particular channel, I came to know of this girl called Jaime. I found out that she lives pretty close to me. Being a hot blooded teen and all, I asked if she wanted to meetup.

She agreed.

I was 16. Still a pimply kid with hideous looks after my O levels. I agreed to meet her at Serangoon Interchange. When I saw her she wasn't that bad looking. We agreed to go over to Plaza Singapura for lunch.

We took a bus there.

As for lunch, we settled for Long John Silvers.

We talked about common stuff like school, our plans after receiving our O level results and about the people in the channel we frequent.

I came to notice that halfway through, she was talking to me with her eyes looking at another direction.

I did not noticed it earlier.

Was she cocked eye? I don't think so.

I asked her and she replied that she has always been like that.

Ok, no biggie.

When we started to run out of topics to talk about, I suggested going to catch a movie.

At least after the movie we can always discuss about it when topics run dry. That was what I learnt according to the Singaporean Dating Guide.

She declined politely and said that she had something on later. She had to meet another friend of hers.

"Another date?" I thought to myself but did not pursue the matter.

After she left to meet her friend, I was all alone. Bah. I went to the arcade to play afew games before going home.

After that, I only saw her in channel group outings.

The last I've heard, shes married now. That I only found out when she added me in friendster.

Blind Date 2
I was 17. Knew another girl from mIRC called Emily. I never seen her before but we chatted very well and even upgraded to chatting on the phone. During that period, my cousin in NUS had a play going on and ask me if I wanted to go.

Hmmm. I can ask Emily along.

I did and she agreed. I paid for her share of the ticket and agreed to meet her at Somerset MRT control station on the day of the play.

Bad choice. The amount of commuters at that station is overwhelming. I had to voicemail her a few times before we finally met at the telephone booth. Sheesh.

Had Yoshinoya for dinner before we made our way to Kallang theatre. (I think)

I never expected that my cousin also asked some of my other relatives to support. When they saw me, they thought that Emily was my girlfriend. I explained to them that Emily was just a friend. They didn't seem convinced.

Emily was so embarrassed I can tell.

I offered to send her home after the play but she declined the offer. She also repaid me for the ticket which I paid for her. Voicemailed me after she got home saying she enjoyed my company and that we should meet up again soon.

Like the first one, I only saw her at group channel outings.

Pretty soon, she was attached to another chatter. Same age as me but with more seh. Oh well, what wasn't meant to be wasn't meant to be. Like what Janice Wong said in her SPG book, "I believe that you are born with social skills; you can't have charisma drilled into you."

I believe that they are still together at this point of time.

Date 3
I was 18. Just entered Polytechnic. It was my buddy's girlfriend's birthday chalet. I was introduced to the birthday girl's friends. Some were single. I was able to converse with them without feeling quite shy. One of them was younger than me by a year. We exchanged numbers, we talked. Her name? Kym.

One day Kym asked me out to teach her E Maths. Her Os was coming and she needed help. Ok no problem, I was quite free at that time. I met her about two times and taught her all she wanted to know before she sat her paper.

She did not contact me after that. I heard from my buddy that she got attached to another guy whom she got to know at the previous birthday chalet. Bleahz. Felt like crap. Kena make used of.

I lost contact with Kym until she found me on friendster recently. She asked for a meetup at Bishan Junction 8.

I agreed.

We appeared to be like strangers instead of long lost friends. After that day, we never met up again.

Blind Date 4
I was 21. Serving the army. My friend jioed me go KTV as he is bringing someone. He scared he is unable to entertain her as he has quite alot of friends who frequent the place so he roped me in to help.

I was introduced to Jean. My friend passed me quite abit of cash beforehand and asked me to help him foot the bill in case he got too drunk. I just need to come out about 30 and the bill should be settled. Initially we were chatting happily as a group. Later in the night when his friends came, I was left with the job of entertaining her.

Well, he ordered an overdose of beer and sometime during the night, he don't know disappeared to where. The money he gave me was not enough to foot the bill. I only brought limited cash, and they did not accept NETS. Heck, my account didn't even have enough money then! I had no choice but to turn to Jean to ask if she could contribute her share.

Damn paiseh sial.

I offered to send her home via cab. I paid of course.

But I never saw her again.

Blind Date 5
I was 22. My buddy changed his girlfriend. And this time his girlfriend wanted to introduce her classmate to me. She said both of us potato kids should be very compatible. She agreed to bring her out one day so that we all can double date.

Her classmate? Nancy.

During the double date, Colin's girlfriend kept singing my praises. Colin also contributed abit. I guess she really wanted us to work out. By the end of the date, we exchanged numbers and Nancy asked me to call her.

Call her I did. And our first date alone together was at Junction 8 Yoshinoya. We built on the topics we talked about through the phone conversations. She was so at ease to be with. With a hot body to boot. I seriously thought that she was the one.

After dinner I suggested going for coffee. Since Coffeebean was closed for renovation. I brought her to the kopitiam above the interchange. Yea, that run down warm kopitiam. She didn't mind mah.

We kept the conversations alive until her parents came to fetch her. I was about to ask her out again the following week but over the weekend, she messaged me saying that she just got attached and asked me if we could still be friends.

Wah lauz. Everything crumbled before me, just when I thought things were going smoothly. Why so suay one?

But I did reply her saying that we could still be friends. But I guess that that was just for show only.

I havent spoken to her or seen her since.

* * * * *

There. My dating boo hoos. After thinking back about my past dates, I felt that I should really be striked off their list. What do you think?

What I did wasn't... appealing enough for them. It wasn't what they wanted.

All that crap from my female friends that I should just be myself is bullshit.

For all the dates I've been to, I was being myself. And what happened?

Being unwanted due to being myself is just not going to make it happen.

Rambo Tan shares my views about the "being yourself" advice in this article.

Read it. Its good stuff.

For any future dates I'm going to, I'm going to put on my sheep's clothing.

Its time to be a big bad wolf.

Recalling Christmas celebrations

Although it is the festive season, I've never really counted down to Christmas nor really celebrated it these past few years. Even if I did, it was quite pathetic.

I can vividly recall how I spent my Christmas for the past 3 years.

3 years ago, I celebrated Christmas in Deskar Road. Went there with my neighbourhood friends to sight see.

2 years ago, I was in the army and I was doing Standby. 2NTM. Sucks man.

Last year, I was with my friend I knew for 14 years (going 15) at Parklane Subway. We counted down playing snooker till late.

This year was slightly different. I counted down alone in my boss' vehicle at...



I was there not because it was my choice, because I lost my way.

Pathetic. Stopping outside the building and looking through the street directory for a good 10 min before I knew which direction I was supposed to head to.

Lonely Christmas huh?

Well, at least its not that bad, typing this entry on the host's laptop.

I can't wait to meet that Liv Tyler lookalike.

Christmas morning at MU

I finished work at about 1am yesterday and went over to Music Underground to party.

28 dollars cover charge to enter Music Underground last night. Fucking Ex.

But its damn worth it.

Music was good. The babes were hot. And I managed to see syncronized dancing!

6 people on stage all doing the same moves.

The guys see already all make room for them and stopped to watch.

The girls see already can't stop screaming.

Macam they are some form of idols like that, like our very own Singapore Idol or Project Superstar. Only this time its either Clubbing Idol or Clubbing Superstar.

Whatever.

From what I heard from my clubbing friends, this group of 6 is considered small already. That time he saw them at Sparks there were about 10 people doing the syncronized dancing. He even claimed that the entire Sparks dance floor stopped dancing just to see them perform.

Wah lau, really clubbing superstars sial!

Woops. Look at the time! I gotta go get ready for a Christmas Party tonight.

I heard that a Liv Tyler lookalike will be there.

Toodles!

Being SDU - The Cs and the Bs

"So have you found a gf yet?" one of my female friends SMS-ed me this out of curiousity after not meeting for quite awhile.

Having encountered this question so many times before, I've learnt to give the same common answer everytime.

"No time, no money."

I lied about the time part. Its all about time management. Something I can control. The truth about being unattached is the money part, or the lack of it.

And there were times when some would even dare question my answer.

"Aiyah, who said find girlfriend need money one? Can go dutch what!"

Sure, going dutch is fine with me. But will SHE be really fine with it?

I have learnt to understand that women tend to say one thing and mean another when it comes to affairs of the heart. In a materialistic society like Singapore, our status (and sad to say our eligibility too) is judged by how many digits we have in our bank account.

Which women doesn't like the father of their future kid to be financially well off so that they can retire young, be a tai tai and not slog so much as they get older?

In the past, there was the big hoo haa over the 5Cs.

Cash, Career, Credit Card, Condo & Car.

Many people have debated over this 5Cs for a long time. Some have even added in one more C called the Country Club Membership.

There are also those who claim that women are not into material wealth. They are more into another C instead.

Character.

Wah lau, if there is a 6 or 7Cs now, wouldn't the requirements be higher? Now, apart from being successful, you also now need to possess character in order for the girls to even consider you!

It is a difficult country for us (not so well off) Singaporean guys to live in I tell you.

I recalled reading this on Friendster bulletin sometime back. Someone posted that the 5Cs are so passe, so yesteryears. Now the guys have to possess the 5Bs instead.

The 5Bs consisted of Billionare, BMW, Bungalow, Boss, and Brains.

If you learnt Economics, you will know that in the long run, the real wage in the labour market is still the same but price increases at output Yf at full employment.

If expectations like that keep getting higher and the real wage does not change, how are we going to hook up the girls like that I ask you. How?!

Oh yea, I forgot about the 6th B.

Butterflies. You may possess the 5Bs, but if you can't give her butterflies...

Next!

In a survey that was published in the Straits Times some time back, it was discovered that women like to marry up while men like to marry down. The big losers? Those stuck in the middle.

The not so well off type.

I too have dreams of getting attached, married and have kids one day. But the society has evolved in such a way that women just don't take notice of an average joe nowadays. As Janice Wong's wrote in her SPG book, only a minority of couples get to marry their love ones. Many just settle for the second best that comes along when they are ready to settle down. Either that or it is because their biological clock is ticking away.

I can practically hear those single ladies saying...

"My eggs aren't getting any fresher already! Better get married. Fast! Whos the second best of the list? Who?!" while flipping frantically through her little black book.

So unless I am my own boss, drives a beemer, own a Bangalow etc etc, I may not even bother to consider getting myself a local girlfriend. Why?

Because I'm still a knight in rusty armour. I need time and luck to polish up to become shiny and attractive.

How long will I need? 10? 20 years? By then will I still be capable of giving her butterflies?

So single ladies out there, stop complaining about the lack of young eligible bachelors in the market.

You are the cause.

Merry Christmas to all!

Go party, have fun, get naked if you have to.

Some couples are celebrating their first Christmas together so cherish the moment huh?

I know its still early for greetings.

Thats because I have to work later... counting down to when I can pack up and go home while you people count down to Christmas.

I predict today will be another late night.

I am lack of sleep. Its because of too much late nights after packing up.

Sidenote: My boss brought me and another collegue to clubbing somewhere and boy, it sure is HAPPENING!

Things like that going on in a club don't happen everywhere.

SWEET!

Merry Christmas everybody!

Being SDU - Comparing

"If given the choice, will you remain single?" I asked my friend while taking a smoking break together.

"Given the choice, of course not lah!"

"So whats stopping you?"

"Money"

He further elaborated. "People my age already have a career and a car. Their partners are also working. No financial problems. If I get a girlfriend now, I will have more than just financial problems."

"What kind of problems?"

"You know girls lah, they like to compare with their other girl friends this compare that, its inevitable that the boyfriends get compared also."

"So?"

"Look at me, 25 years of age. Still studying. What do I have? Nothing loh!"

He stopped to take a puff from his cigarette.

"And if I have a girlfriend, all she will do is nag nag nag. Why can't you be like so and so's boyfriend? Hes driving this car or earning more than you blah blah blah" he said waving his hands as a form of expression.

He paused for another puff.

"It's a form of peer pressure on their part. They don't want to lose out. They want face. If I can't provide for them, what for get attached in the first place?"

As an ending note, he stubbed out his cigarette.

All this coming from a guy who got a "dear" just 2 weeks later.

And he claims that he is still single!

It was consensous on both parties. No peer pressure on her part, while each party filling up the gap in each other's life without any committments.

Filling up the emotional needs. (And maybe physical too)

Lonely? Maybe.

Desperate? I don't know.

In my terms, I call this as having a FB.

Fuck buddy.

But I feel that one day, the girl will want more out of the relationship. All the troubles may start again and I seriously hope that he is ready for it.

From what I've observed, women are unpredictable. They are all sweet and friendly one second and they turn cold and look like they are ready to bite your head off the next.

Every once in awhile, I meet up with my childhood friends and I usually see them turning up with their girlfriend. If they come alone, they will start talking about their long term plans in the conversations.

This sucks really. Thats peer pressure on my part.

Find a girlfriend for myself? No thanks.

Until I am ready to get either bitten or compared, or both, I don't think I'll get a girlfriend just yet.

Not even a FB for that matter.

Singapore also can see interesting things

A Santa Claus on the top of a porch!



An overall picture.

Being SDU - Waiting for Miss Right

"You want to wait for how long? Wait until you cannot make it stand is it?" My good-hearted male friends would always tell me over la kopi sessions whenever we are talking about relationships. Somehow, those la kopi conversations will always lead to my bacherlor status.

Thats for always telling them that I'm waiting for the Miss Right to come along.

"You don't try how you know if they are Miss Right or not? Lower your expectations lah! How many times already? So many times you catch the girl's attention but you everytime either say the wrong thing or do stupid things. Where got hope like that?!" they would always say.

I guess always being on the lookout for pretty faces made my standard and expectations gone up. And maybe because of that, I see little hope with whatever opportunities that come my way.

According to my ex-gf, she told me about all my bad points when I was still with her and she hated it but oculdn't bear to tell me. Now that we are not together, she dumped everything on me during a friendly MSN conversation. How the conversation lead to that I don't know.

Maybe I said the wrong thing.

Come to think of it, it was kind of true. If I don't try, how would I know? But how would I know if she is the one?

Is she the one if she makes my heart flutter whenever I'm with her? Is she the one when I have to hear her voice everyday? Is she the one when she is the first person I think of every morning when I wake up?

How to tell?

Also, I think I've said this before, I can't really communicate with women. Communicate as in getting them to... reveal themselves. Friendly conversations and safe topics are what I usually stick to when I'm out with them one on one.

If I can't even get past this barrier, what hope did I ever have in the first place?

Also, I don't think that I will be able to adapt to couplehood after being single for so long. I'm bound to make mistakes, like not calling everyday, meeting my other female friends on the sly and such.

I can lower my expectations and accept any Jane, Amy and Sally yes, but I don't want to.

I don't want to succumb to the social norm, where you study, find a job, get married, have kids, die. If I want to get attached or even get married, I would rather wait for the one than to regret it later.

Yes, even if I have to wait until I cannot even make it stand.

Its no longer just a part time job

After working for two weeks, I got to see what this industry is all about.

To sum it up, there are 3 stages.

1. Setup 2. Manning of equipment and 3. Interacting with the people.

This job really helped me to decide which aspect of this industry I was really interesting in.

My seniors (my boss' friends who were also in this industry) said that I had the potential to reach stage 3.

With my level of experience, I think it will really take a really long while. I'm not the sort who likes to be a host/emcee.

The only fun part over the weekend was that my boss asked me to be the KJ at one of the locations.

Ok, so I know how to operate the karaoke console after helping out abit when the occasion aries but to ask me to go solo is like throwing a non-swimmer to the deep part of the pool loh!

But it was not that bad.

They wanted karaoke, I gave them karaoke.

They wanted music, I gave them music, also from the karaoke collection.

That day was also quite an unforgettable night for me. You see, when there were no more karaoke request, I just played those singable songs at random. (Mostly mandrain)

Soon, not many were singing and I started to play danceable karaoke music. At least if no one wanted to sing, I can on the analog and people can dance if they want to.

But it was towards the end when I started to play retro/contemparary songs all the way. People started getting up to dance instead of singing! For the last song, I played "Oh Carol!" and crowd went mad!

It gave me that kind of high which DJs all talk about: getting people dancing to your music.

"Oh Carol" kept replaying in my head until I finished work. It helped me to take my mind off the packup/loading/unloading of the equipment to/from the vehicle. I was so hyper that even my boss asked whats wrong with me. Haha.

Somehow, I feel that this is no longer just a part time job.

It's an internship.

PS: Oh yea, I had someone helping me while I was KJ-ing that night. It was totally unexpected. If not for her, I think I'll be very very busy! You know who you are...

Thank you!

Being SDU - Nice Guys vs Bad Boys

The only reason why I think people like me are still on the shelf is because we are known as the nice guys.

I will give a brief recap on why nice guys never finish the race or finish last. I know that this topic has been discussed to death so bear with me.

From my observation, nice guys are only good enough to be friends. Why? Let me give an example. I'm sure you all have read it or heard it somewhere before.

This girl is going out with Mr Bad Boy. She thinks that she can use her charm to change him. Sometimes, she may even resort to using her body. Little did she know that all Mr Bad Boy wanted was his numbers on his little score book to go higher. Once he scored a home run, he dumps her.

Shattered, the girl goes crying to Mr Nice Guy. Mr Nice Guy, being nice (duh!) consoles her, assures her that everything is alright and that there is always other guys to choose from. After awhile, she feels that she is ready to get attached again and finds another bad boy. Mr Bad Boy 2 promises her that he will be unlike Mr Bad Boy 1.

Yea, he leaves behind a bigger scar by doing something more drastic. And the girl goes crying to Mr Nice Guy again. The vicious cycle keeps going on until the girl settles down with a Bad Boy she can live with while Mr Nice Guy is left... all alone.

After typing all this bullshit, I discovered that there was an article written by Garrett Hols on the internet. You can read all about it here. Its context is somewhat similar.

What do the Bad Boy possess that girls get attracted to him like bees to honey? Or like how the Mr Nice Guys say it, like flies to shit.

Quoting Blinkymummy, "The guy can be a super mean, despicable, heartless, incorrigible bastard to everybody out there, but when he comes home, he succumbs to his chick. Not exactly 'succumb' to the extent where he becomes a dog, but that he is gentle to her."

Read all about it here.

Above all these, I think Bad Boys possess a heck care attitude, they are not afraid to take risks and spews out Hokkien better than English. Why do you think those Ah Bengs during my time are all attached to all the chio Ah Lians?

Even in the magazines that I have read, girls prefer the bad boys because they give them the thrill, but will settle for a nice guy if they want to get married. From this I can conclude that marriage is the end of fun (heaven) and the beginning of boredom (hell).

Thats why nowadays, I despised being called a nice guy. You can say that I'm a helpful or a friendly guy but PLEASE, do not call me a nice guy. Its becoming such a taboo word that I cringe whenever I hear myself being called that. I want to have fun too!

Ok, I'm digressing. Lets continue with the article proper.

So should we Mr Nice Guys try to be a Mr Bad Boy?

I reckon that its no use. Not natural. Women can sense this kind of things. They can tell after mixing around with you long enough.

So is there no hope for us Mr Nice Guys?

More or less lah, unless we can change our attitude, our seh and learn the art of paikia-ism.

Me? I think you wait 10 or 20 more years, also no change.

I guess its partly because of our parents upbringing and the friends we choose to mix with.

Funny, I hang around in arcades and billard saloons when young and I'm still like that.

I guess I'm doom. Condemned to bacherlorhood. There goes my hope of having fun. What hope did I actually have in the first place?

Maybe I should start registering myself with SDU (Social Development Unit) and earn the reputation of being SDU. Single, Desperate and Unwanted.

Who wants to join me?

Someones got to do the dirty work

I just noticed that I've yet to publish anything about the SDU series.

Don't worry, a draft is completed already.

Just some editing during my free time should do the job. Wait for it!

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Also, it has dawn to me that there is 11 more days to Christmas and 17 more days to the New Year.

Its the season to be jolly, fa la la la la, la la la la...

Well, in this world, when someone is enjoying at a party or a outdoor meal etcetera etcetera, there will be someone who is working to make it happen.

Well, I'm one of them.

While you people are jumping up and down and counting down, I will be working to see it happen.

Yep. Working on Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve.

Thats just one of the cons of working in this industry...

Oh, and MOS is opening this Saturday! 5 different rooms to suit 5 different clubbers.

Who wants to go with me after 12 or 1am? I'm working until late that day lah.

Since it is a new club, I'm thinking of going there with new people.

Since my current friends only go clubbing at those few places, I'm thinking of going there new people. Best is people you are only aquainted but not friends yet with.

Blackhighheels? Gabrielle? Suspicious Bastard? Janice?

How? Wanna have a mini blogger meetup session? Onz or not? Leave me a comment of email or something!

Don't worry, the offer is also open to all my friends as well.

I can't wait till this Saturday!

I'm luvin it!

This holiday job is getting better each day!

Today was another round of mixing business with pleasure. My boss was setting up the system for his who works in a hotel and the hospitality that his friend gave us was unbelievable!

I get to eat their lobster hor fun and drink their liquor.

Where to find this type of job I ask you?

And thats not all. My boss and his friend decided to go down pubbing after that!

All expenses paid for.

That explains why I am typing this post at 3.50am in the morning.

I just got home thats why!

I used to think that Orchard Towers was a sleazy place where the transversites hang out but after today, my perception totally changed.

My first time at Naughty Girls.

What a pub, and its quite packed for a Tuesday night!

Live band, great music.

I will definetely consider going there again.

Maybe I can wear my "I love naughty girls" t-shirt there.

You never know, I might just get free entry. Haha!

Two options? Excuse me?

Human beings are complacent creatures when it comes to using machinery.

Its true!

Take your house aircon, computer/laptop or the car/van that you drive for example.

You always expect it to work whenever you operate or use it. You don't thinking about the thing breaking down because of the mentality that...

"Nah, won't so suay one lah."

And then it breaks down. You start cursing... and swearing... and complaining... about the inconvenience caused.

Well, if you took care of it, maintained it and serviced it in the first place, you will hardly encounter this problem in the first place!

Admit it, we human beings are just lazy.

And what do you do when your machinery/gadget breaks down?

You either attempt to DIY, send the thing for repair or call in the repairman right?

Thats why we have so many electricians, plumbers, carpenters, mechanics around.

But thats not the main gist of the story.

The main gist of this story is about public machinery.

Lets talk about escalators and lifts.

What do you do when you are using the escalator and it breaks down? Simple. You just carry on walking up/down the escalator.

But what will you do when you get stuck in the lift? You either

1. Do it the quiet way by dialing the rescue number if it is stated IN the lift
   
   or
   
   
2. Press the bell and tell everyone around the lift that you are a stuck-in-the-lift victim.

So I was unloading the stuff from my boss' vehicle to bring up to the store in the wee hours of the morning. The job ended late so that explains the timing.

And yep, you guessed it. I was stuck in the lift.

"Where got so suay?!" I was saying to my boss when it happened.

Ok, so we had the two options.

But there was no number in the lift for us to call!

And pressing the damn bell wouldn't work because his warehouse is located in an industrial estate. No one works at that point of time and the nearest outsider is probably miles away!

At that point of time I swear I was thinking of doing a stunt ala Hollywood style by opening up the lift hatch and try to pry open the lift dorr from the inside.

My boss was shaking the lift door to force it to move.

What are the chances of that happening?

Well, it did move. The lift brought us up to the highest level of the building and the door opened to an air of silence.

I was so glad to breathe fresh air again. I wanted to use the other cargo lift but before I can do anything, my boss had already pressed the close button as I looked at him in shock.

"Relax lah, the lift door alignment has just gone wrong. The wood must have hit the door just now. Just don't touch the door," my boss was telling me.

When we finally got off and unloaded everything, I noticed that the rescue number was on the outside of the lift.

Didn't I just say human beings are complacent creatures when it comes to using machinery?

Who will notice the darn rescue number when they know the lift is actually working? What were the lift installers/technicians thinking?!

What happens if one day you get caught in MY situation? Ever thought of that?!

We should insist that the rescue numbers be placed in ALL current and future lifts!

Better yet. Make it a rule!

I don't know? Break it and get fined or something!

I do have other lift problems but that is another whole new different entry altogether.

The famous crossroad, Russians and bikinis.

One thing I like about my current job is that I get to start late.

Which few jobs out there in the market lets you start work at 4pm in the afternoon?!

But when I start late, I end late.

There was one day when I worked until 2.30am in the morning, after clearing the stuff. My boss and I decided to have supper, at Geylang.

Did I ever tell you that my boss has amazing parking capabilities? Driving school taught us how to parallel parking by entering the lot buttock first right? My boss always enters the lot head first sial. And in such a heavy traffic place like Geylang, he can park sui sui bo chao chui somemore.

So he was asking me what I wanted to eat, I told him that I don't know Geylang's food that well and I'm ok with anything.

We settled for a coffeeshop and he had mee kia soup while I ordered chao kway teow and sat by the road to oogle at the good, the bad and the ugly.

And then I saw it. Flat sial...

You know the coffeeshop is earning big bucks when you spot a 42 inch plasma screen hanging in the coffeeshop.

What were you guys actually thinking?

Of course, I saw other interesting things too.

Tongkat Ali Ginseng Coffee. $1.80

I think you can only find this kind of self made potent concoctions in Geylang.

Cheaper than drinking stout with egg!

When we were done eating, he asked me what I know about Geylang other than the prostitutes?

"Erm... the famous crossroad where the women and men like to gather. I forgot which Lorong liao."

"Oh the crossroads ah..."

As we got up to leave, I thought we were going home liao but no... he said lets go sightseeing.

Wah lau!

And he brought me to the famous crossroads. He really knows what I'm talking about!

My boss is like a tour guide! He really knows his way around the area. Well, I guess thats what happens when his office is located there.

Heck we were even stopped by a pimp! Now I know upstairs also have...

After about 30 minutes of sight-seeing, we went back to his vehicle. I thought it was over but no...

He drove to another Lorong and showed me prostitues trying to attract clients by dressing in bikinis! Sheesh!

"You want sex, massage or makan in Geylang I can bring you around!"

I commented that he can be a tour guide specializing in Geylang and he said these people are called 大炮船.

I've forgotten if its called that or not as it was a few days ago incident.

Anyway, he was saying that these are the people you should look for if the sole purpose of visiting another country is to visit their red light district. If China has it, he believes that Singapore also have, but have to find.

Reached home at 3.45am that night. Started work the next day at 4pm again. Haha.

Mixing business with pleasure. Not in that pleasurable way but you get my idea...

Its getting hot in here

So I was out alone one day (as usual) and had no where to go. I found myself walking into some hotel. Some company was having their dinner and dance there.

Well, I didn't go for the dinner (duh!) but I was hanging around from a distance during their dance segment, pretending to be part of their staff and just watching... the girls dance.

The lights were dimmed. Everyone was dancing happily. The music was great...

In such a situation, it almost looked as though I'm one of them.

One things for sure... it looked sleazy. Those girls looked like they wanted it there and then.

Imagine: grinding their butts against different male collegues or dancing at very very close proximity. Rubba here rubba there... One of them even lifted up their skirt for a split second for any lucky guy to manage to see it...

Oh come on! Watcha waiting for? Its a hotel!

Get a room already!

Was it the event itself? The loose flimsy dresses? The music? The alcohol they drank during the dinner? I don't know...

At least those ladies who looked married have the decency to deject their male collegues who wanted to rubba dance.

I made my exit when the dancing crowd started to disperse.

Ok, correct that. I made my exit when there were no more "interesting" dances.

On a good note, I need not enter a club to witness this kind of stuff going on.

What an eye opener.

She is soooo dead.

Read already my blood also boil. How not to get angry I ask you, how?

In case you are wondering, I was Gabrielle's target in her latest blog entry.

If ever I see her in the streets, you can be sure that shes going to be very very sorry.

I can already imagine what her face is going to be like...















I can also imagine what she is going to say already...



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*Strokes my goatee and grins in a lecherous manner.*

Anything? Hmmm...


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Don't worry, there is no chance in hell that I will get myself into trouble with the law because of something someone said about me. Besides, I'm not as what I described myself to be in this post.

I'm Mr Okay ok? I don't like to find trouble one. I just take things as they come.

Everything above the 5 stars were all said in jest.

No hard feelings ok Gabrielle?

Take is as... a friendly revenge or a friendly blog war or whatever you want.

And pardon me for using your pictures without your consultation hor.

Don't worry, I'm not angry with you for using me as an example in your blog entry.

And like what I've commented in your blog, nothing is impossible.

Just check with me again in a few years time.

The "Being SDU" Series

A project hobby taken up for fun to provide an insight on why Singaporean men like myself are... ahem, Single, Desperate and Unwanted, also known as SDU.

I've even set up another blog to host the SDU series.

Actually, I'm just bored and have too much time on my hands.

Anyway, if you are Singaporean, male and unattached, you may be able to relate to these upcoming articles. Everything will be from my own experience at my own expense.

I have already thought about a few issues which I can relate to and yet at the same time does not coinside with Janice Wong's SPG articles.

If I happen to step into anyone's territory, its most probably inspiration for me to write about something similar yet different. (I hope!)

I wonder how many parts can I actually write.

Like I said, the possibilities of being SDU is endless.

If you have any ideas to contribute, do leave a comment or email me about it. I'll see if I can write anything with your suggestion.

Its virgin entry will be up very very soon. Stay tuned!

Typical Singaporean Series Returns!

Fashion show at Caltex House for this week!

What a show stopper. The lunch time crowd practically surrounded the stage!

Who was there today? The models are hot! If you are working in Raffles Place, stop by Caltex House this week at 1pm!

Thats when the fashion show starts!

Miss Blackhighheels, you work near there right? Go see!

Okok, I'm digressing. Back to the topic.

So I was at Caltex House today and Genting International is launching their IPO. With such an big scale event judging from the tents, there also must be freebies. They were giving out 2006 calenders, goodie bags and free coffee and tea!

They even got Jaime as their emcee. Stopping the lunchtime crowd and asking them simple questions bla bla. Those who were there will know what I'm talking about.

I was making my way to the ashtray to extinguish my cigarette and their staff gave me one when I passed by them.

From what I've observed, one person is only entitled to one calender.

Here are some other observations...

Being typical Singaporeans, some people kept the calender in their bag and made a few rounds to collect more! The most I saw was FOUR calenders in a person's bag and ONE in his hand! I even saw an ah pek demanding TWO from the staff on the spot!

Wah lau, these people need so many calenders meh?

But you should see those people who knows about the free calenders.

Wah lau! They practically made a beeline to where the calenders were stocked! And some re-queued a few times loh!

I know its free lah, but need to be so kiasu meh?

Although I too got a calender, I'm different.

I'm a passerby.

Make me more man!

So I was just chatting with this friend of mine via MSN about our current part time job.


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Me says:
still manning the rides ah? so how many times the kids call u kor kor compared to uncle? LoL

He says:
most call me uncle. haha

Me says:
AHAHAHA. i told you so...

He says:
got a couple call me zeh zeh (jie jie) when they saw me from behind. just bcos i got long hair. fuck

Me says:
AHAHAHA! ur long hair not man enuff lah. go visit a salon ask them to do something abt it. make ur long hair look more manly

He says:
haha


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That haha sounded forced.

Is it really possible to make long hair look more manly?

Is there such a thing in the first place or not?

Random sightings

Given this kind of wrapping, I thought it was bak gua.

But inside is a Nike t-shirt.

Wrapped in a unique style by my friend starrfish for my birthday.


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Activa's Blossom - Bust Self Healing Mask. Silky soft skin in 30 seconds!

Huh?

Are the bras worn by Singapore women made of sandpaper?

Wear until so rough until they need this product to make it silky soft ah?


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Tissue paper?

Best after sex?

What is it for?

To clear up the mess?

And what has it got to do with quitting smoking?

Seriously, I feel that this quit smoking campaign just don't convey the message.

I've seen better ones.

Working takes away the time

My apologies for the lack of posts lately. If I'm not working, you can expect a post daily. But I've been busy with work.

So busy that I don't have time to blog.

Heck, I don't even have anything to blog about!

All I can say that my working hours are flexible and not daily.

And its crazy. I reached home at 12+ am after work, and I still have the energy to change and prepare myself to go down Music Underground. Because I have work the next day, I didn't stay long. The music wasn't really good last night anyway.

I do have some interesting sightings (some caught on camera) from these few days of absence.

Will post it up on my off day.

Time for lunch and work.

It just keeps getting better!

Wah lau, unknowingly I was tricked by HQ and L into going to Swensons last night.

You see, I was late yesterday. And by the time I reached, they are already eating their dinner. Apart from the main course, they each had a banana split.

Since I had my dinner before I came, I had no appetite left whatsoever. However, the ice-cream did looked tempting.

I flipped through the menu and was looking for which ice-cream to choose from and Mr HQ, with he and his bright suggestions, suggested that since it was my birthday, why not order the Birthday Firehouse ice-cream.

He was telling me that if I ordered that Swensons will gather the staff and sing me a Birthday Song along with all the pom pom girls cheering.

Super talk cock sial. I ignored him and placed my order

"Excuse me, can I have a Birthday Firehouse Ice-cream please?"

"Most certainly Sir, is it any special occasion? Like your birthday?"

"Yah, its mine actually."

"Your birthday? Really?" He gave me that kind of look.

"Yah really."

Ok, this don't sound good. The words of HQ started to replay in my head.

"No problem Sir, just give me a minute and I'll see to the details."

"Wait wait wait wait! What details?"

"Oh just the firehouse ice-cream with a candle and a banana in the middle."

I wondered why he emphasized on the word "banana".

"Oh ok, no fanciful stuff right?" I was worried that what HQ said might come true.

"Of course not Sir! The ice-cream will be here shortly!"

When it finally came, there really was a candle in a banana in the middle. Since I wanted to get started on the ice-cream, I started to blow out the candle.

*Poof*

And Mr smart aleck HQ took out his lighter and lit it again.

"Today your birthday right? Take a picture lah. So nice got candle! Don't waste mah"

Thinking that I can blog about it later... I obliged and took a snapshot.



I blew out the candle after that and HQ lit it again! What the hell was he up to?

"Wah lau, your birthday I must sing you birthday song mah, we are brothers right?"

"Kaoz no need lah! Its just an ice-cream! No need so drama leh!"

The next thing I knew, the table beside ours started singing the birthday song! I don't know them somemore. And HQ and L started joining in the singing too.

Wah lauz! Super paiseh sial! They sang super loud somemore and got other tables attention!

That 4 line song sounded like eternity.

After I blew out the candle for the 3rd time~ and hopefully the last. The table who sang the song started to clap! Kaoz~

They left soon after and wished me happy birthday as they passed me.

I had to thank them one by one. Sheesh.

No wonder HQ wanted to keep relighting the blardee candle. Remind me NOT to enter Swensons on my birthday again. It was definetely a nerve wreaking experience.

But come to think of it. Quite fun leh! My first birthday song for this year somemore. Haha!

Headed down to Zouk with L later that night. But it was so blardee packed!

So we headed over to Dbl O instead.

Since L knew the people there, we had the previledge of not queuing up! Ha!

I even saw one lecturemate lookalike under the dim lights. Wah lau, I was stealing glances at her whenever the opportunity presents itself man.

Even though I'm a eurodance fanatic, I must say that I enjoyed myself throughly last night.

I think its because of the cheap alcohol and the overdose of girls.

Partied until closing time (3am) before heading home and sleep.

And it just keeps getting better and better!

In case you are wondering why I am blogging so early...

Well, its because of a phonecall. 7 plus got one missed call. 8 plus got another one. 9 plus one more. Early morning drama mama sial.

Pretty serious I must say.

Update: Ok, its not that serious liao. Lets hope it stays that way.