HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR 2006 !!!

GONG XI FA CAI !!!
GONG XI FA CAI !!!
GONG XI FA CAI !!!



It is again the Year of the Dog under the chinese zodiac.
I wish all my fellow DaWGz... heh! a great year ahead.

I will be returning to the country I grew up in for the CNY period.
I'd like to meet up my extnd'd family in Malaysia.
Darren
YuMing & SuYin
Kwang
Stephen
Heng
Dick
YungShin

It has been awhile...





It is written that those of the Year of the Dog prosper in the year their zodiac comes about again.

I have had a pretty tough time in 2005, many shake-ups and wake-me-ups.
There was a great loss for me, accompanied by paralyzing sorrow... and then, a chance to pick myself up.
And, I have moved on... a little more mature and proud of the scars.
I've also learnt the value of honesty, giving a hard days work and being more responsible for my actions.
There has been many good friends who have depended on me and/or helped me out... I thank you all for the experience.
And, there was the shock and anger over the loss of my car, the Mirage.
There have people who have shared my life; some whom have hurt me, others who have moved on and those who will remain friends.



My thoughts on the previous year?
I am not an asshole~ per se, but I have the tendency to slide down that path.
I shall check myself and ensure I always have a steady footing...



The start of 2006 has been kind to me.
All I can say is that,' I love you, Mum and Dad... for provisions, wisdom and a better future for my household.'

I promise to do better.

back in KL ^_^

It feels great to be back in Malaysia.
I'm going to be staying at my parents place in KL.

There was, sadly, a lack of prospects on the flight home.
The flight was boring...
The guy who sat beside me had this little boy lost look.
Reminded me much of Darren. *blur*
Didn't talk much though... slept most of the journey.

Got off the plane at 5am... *yawn*
KLIA was deserted.
I was surprised that the duty free shops were open.
Grabbed some cheap smokes...
Kwang? come and collect your CNY edition Marlboros...
I couldn't find the Marlboro Silvers.
Sorry man~



Then I walked out of the airport...
The heat and the noise.
The hustle and the bustle.

Def~ a much more dynamic city than Melbourne.

Waiting on Ming, so I can grab some yumcha~
Prob blog on and off as the weeks go on.

I wish you were a stranger I could disengage...

Garden Digging... mafioso style

An old Italian man lived alone in the country. It was spring and he wanted to dig his tomato garden, as he had done every year, but it was very hard work for the aging man, as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was currently in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty badly because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just too old to be digging up a garden plot. If only you were here, my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love, Dad

A few days later he received a letter from his son:

Dear Dad,
Not for nothing, but don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the bodies.
Love, Vinnie

The next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived at the old man's house and dug up the entire area. However, they didn't find any bodies, so they apologized to the old man and left.

That same day the old man received another letter from his son:

Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love, Vinnie

Everything I Know About Men I Learned From My Sons

Sara's two sons taught her many important lessons -- and some surprising ones -- about the true nature of the male mind.
by Sara Peyton



#4 Men really will rescue a damsel in distress

When Leason was 13, I persuaded him to get involved in his school play.I think he volunteered to work on lighting. That is until I got a call a few afternoons later from his drama teacher. She wanted to cast him as Bernardo in West Side Story.

"Do you think he'll say yes?" she asked anxiously. Only if you don't ask him, I replied. Tell him he must take the role because there's no one else, I coached. From my sons I learned the secret of appealing to the males' natural gallantry. Sure enough, when Leason arrived home he opened the door with a bang. "Bad news," he said with obvious pride. "I have to be in the play." By the way, he made a wonderful Bernardo.



#5 Boys really don't understand girls

When my boys each entered seventh grade, they settled down -- along with their other rowdy male pals. Even teachers who found their earlier boisterousness annoying began to like them. Especially because at this age, their cute, quiet, and polite female counterparts became nutty, hormone-induced drama queens. When my sons returned home from school, I heard daily reports of intense female hysteria -- crying and more crying. But if I asked my sons what actually happened, they were utterly and deeply clueless.

If I wanted to know, I talked to the girls or their mothers. The intricate complexities of pre-teen female culture -- the cliquishness, the intimate chats, unforgivable slights, and the like -- escaped my sons. They weren't all that interested. Of course, all that changed only few years later. Then, they had to play catch up. And they are still catching up. As is their father. As are most of the men I know.



#6 Guys (secretly) love to cuddle

When a boy figures out he's becoming a man, he starts pulling away from his mother. Cuddling on the couch becomes banned. Seemingly overnight a once snuggly pajama-clad tyke morphs into a video playing preteen pinning 'Keep Out' signs on the bedroom door.

Still, the grown man in your bed -- the father of your children -- no longer needs to prove his independence. He loved to cuddle as a toddler and probably wants to do it again with someone. That person might as well be you.

thoughts at 3am on a Wednesday...

to have courage gathered
and to have strength preserved
to stand over a hill watching, waiting
anxiety poisons your mind
fear paralyzes your hand

to stand defiant aagainst the rising tide
you take a step forward
over the edge to insanity, into the maelstrom

prescient... I am unfortunately not
to win the battles but, I still lost the war

I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along

now? my body lies broken
the mind is shattered and fragile
pride is trampled and lost

I'm losing you and its effortless

my concious self is shaken, the fabric torn
but hope will carry me through
and courage will induce me to move on

nothing more than apathy...

time heals all wounds
memories fade and are forgotten
humour preserves the better moments

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head

but, life does go on...

Over My Head

by the Fray


I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind

Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along
But that's disregard
Find another friend and you discard
As you lose the argument in a cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind

And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and its effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind

someone please call GOD...

...his thermostat for the airconditioning in Melb is malfunctioning.

It is too hot here in this city !!!

I'm melting...

kwang and I... unsane

I was outside having some dinner with Kelly.
WHen I got back I had this message on MSN from Kwang...

*shakes head*



Kwang : haha
Chris : (auto message) where the hell am I?
Kwang : ur in australia
Chris : (auto message) do me a favour and find out
Kwang : i did
Chris : (auto message) call the phone
Kwang : i can't

Getting What You Ask For

A traveler knocked on the door of the house where a cabdriver had told him he could be sexually accommodated. An eye-level panel slid open and a female voice asked what he wanted.

"I want to get screwed," said the man.

"Okay, mister, but this is a private club, so slip 20 bucks as an initiation fee through the mail slot," answered the voice.

The man slid his $20 bucks in, the panel was closed.

Minutes passed and nothing happened.

He began to pound on the door insistently, and the panel slid open again.

"Hey," exclaimed the sport, "I want to get screwed!"

"What?" said the voice, "Again?"

"I knew a man who gave up smoking, drinking, sex, and rich food. He was healthy right up to the day he killed himself."

- Johnny Carson

the beginnings of a relationship are victims of circumstance.

What I mean by the beginnings is fairly simple.

Ever went out with some friends and their friends?
Instead of partying hard you decide to chill and just mellow out.
A little later into the night, after you have had a few drinks, you are feeling really relaxed.
It is all smooth with a good bar, nice decor and a great ambiance.
Then, from across the room, someone cute catches your eye.
A mutual friend comes up to you and she tells you that she knows her.
That she had gone to school with her and that she would be happy to give you an intro.
Since you had nothing better to do over the weekend, you saunter over and allow the proceedings to begin.

...and time passes ever so smoothly.

After small talk and a few more drinks, you find that you really like her.
You think to yourself that you have really made a connection with her.

The lounge is closing though and the call for last drinks startles you.
Now... this is a real monkey wrench~
Just when you are beginning to enjoy her company.
The both of you split the tab.
And you have the bartender call her a cab.

You grab her number and a promise of another date down the new year.

...and you left soon after with a smile.

You give the week a few days to pass you by, so as not to look that desperate.
Besides there is work to turn up too and pool to shoot.
When you finally find sufficient courage to call up, she picks up.

...and it sounds really pleasant.

When a guy first meets a girl, he is subject to her schedule.
The great debacle with the whole dating game is the effort that goes in into trying to create opportunities to get to know one another.

You ask her if she is free to catch Dick and Jane with you on the Tuesday?
She is busy, she has got Pilates to attend.

She asks if you'd like to meet for lunch on the Thursday instead?
You are unable, you have an interview for a great job.

You ask if she would meet you at a club on the Saturday?
She is already promised to a party with her friends.

...and you dance around her as she dances around you.

We are so consumed with our own activities and events in our own lives.
It is often so very hard to reschedule and to make the room required to meet up with somebody.
It is sad when you have missed the opportunity to get to know that someone better.
And, that there is the small sliver of hope that she could be the one who makes you complete.

It is all about creating chances to meet up.
It is about creating opportunities to get to know each other better.
Sometimes, serendipity helps out and you bump into her on the street.





But often, as victims of circumstance...

...like ships just passing one another in the night.

...the both of you, just never meet.

TEARS and FEARS, people... dry your tears, and conquer your fears.

No, that dress doesn't make you look fat.

It's no secret that many women have low self-esteem.

Guys also frequently suffer from a lack of self-worth, but arguably not to the same extent. There is evidence just by looking at the difference between men's and women's magazines. While men's tend to focus on power, women's focus on looks and presentation. Accordingly, ladies who feel that they have little to offer in the looks department are usually willing to settle for a less-than-perfect man. Even if her minor imperfections don't detract from the overall sexy package, she probably irrationally believes that everyone else also focuses on her few extra pounds or the little bump on her nose.

the elevator quickie...

Erm... this is a disclaimer to the females of the human species. Just before you continue to read this post... read this post with an open mind. It is intended to be humour and to provoke sly smirks~of~mirth.

I really am not a chauvinist.

Honest~





1. Which sexual position produces the ugliest children?
Ask your mother.

2. How do you embarrass an archaeologist?
Give him a tampon and ask him which period it came from.

3. What's the difference between a bitch and a whore?
A whore sleeps with everybody at the party, and a bitch sleeps with everybody at the party except you.

4. What is the biggest problem for an atheist?
No one to talk to during orgasm.

5. Why do men take showers instead of baths?
Peeing in the bath is disgusting.

6. Do you know why they call it the Wonderbra?
When you take it off, you wonder where her breasts went.

Martini Bar... after the fireworks

After the fireworks...
Chi and I finally linked up with Kelly and Wai Peng.
We then wondered what we were going to do after.
I thought it would be a good die to have a sit down over some drinks.
But the throng of people in the city was tremendous.
The usual coffee (re: cafe latte) places like Lin Contro was definately out.

And I came out with the phrase that, 'price... is an exclusion factor.'



The Martini Bar is at the Westin Hotel, a premier 6 star establishment.
A nice place, as was this, will logically command a higher price.
And thus, there would be less people there.
But there were no tables available at the cafe and we had to wait a bit for table at the bar.
Heh! I guess I was wrong about it being an absolute rule.



The fact that it was the Westin Hotel...

(and she said, "Wow! Super expensive place...")

...would also keep out the riff-raff.

This is because those who can afford it, only they would frequent it.



Who are these characters who fall into the category of those who can afford it?

They are simply those who have a larger disposable income.
I am definately NOT one of them.
Although I would like to be one of these characters (and will be in the not too distant future, you just wait and see!)
But on occasions, like it being the New Year, I say that it is alright to indulge.
It is just not possible to do places like the Martini Bar every other day...
But I digress...



Those who can afford it...

We call the the yuppie crowd or even label them as trust fund babies.
There are those who are self-made men and women... but they are a rare breed.
Kudos to those who have made it while they are still young.
They are usually of a better background.
An educated lot who have attended the posh private schools and are able to lay claim a certain ammount of polish.
The well bred, often farcically polite and smarter than your drunken average crowd.

I know that this is a pretty elitist~ view of things.
Survival of the fittest.
But you could agree that the rule of nature applies in this instance.





Well... I think that yes, 'price... is an exclusion factor'.

It's time to turn off your computer when...

You find yourself typing "com" after every period when using a word processor.com

and God said... let there be music !!!

Have any of you guys noticed the addition to my blogspot site?
No? How about the few of you turn up your speakers...
I got music !

Well... the code for the script is neither clean nor elegant.
It is a rather brutish~ approach.
But I learnt to do a new thing...

I know Kwang that... *sigh* programming doesn't get me the chicks.
But, it does get me the big bucks.
And, with the big bucks, I can finally get the flash car.
And, the flash car gets me the chicks... Right?

Right?

Hello? Come back man...

C'mon... awww !





And, in case you guys were wondering what the song is...


RUN

by SNOW PATROL


I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up...

Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006

Tis' is to my buddies back in Malaysia...
Kwang? Ming? Yin? etc...
and my heng dai Heng and Dicky

HAPPY NEW *fkn* YEAR !!!

Hey! I sent out smses to everyone in my phone book.
Hope everyone got the new year greetings and best wishes.
Else... I'm sorry.
It was hard trying to get a line out.
Had even tried to call Kwang and Ming, but the international phone lines were busy.

*shrugs*





OMG...

I just got back from SEVEN.
It was some club near the Domain Interchange that held a New Year's party.
Thanks to John (Cindy's hsemate) and to Cindy for getting me tickets.

I'm so tired...
Work finished late... was waiting for Chandra to get to the shop.
When I finally got of work it was late.
I then started calling around for something to do.
There is NO way that I am going to spend New Year's Eve indoors.
I finally got tickets to SEVEN. Yea !!!

Rushed back... showered and changed.
Then I was at Flinder's Station with Chi to watch the fireworks.
We were supposed to link up with Kelly and Wai Peng but they came a lil' late.
girls will be girls...
Chi and I? We were at Federation Square...
The shows were pretty cool and the fireworks were very pretty.
But the fireweorks went on for far too long.

Some time after we *finally* linked up with Kelly and Wai Peng.
The great sea of humans crowded around the corner of Flinder's and Swanston was incredible.
I'm feeling kinda stupid that I forgot my camera (battery had no charge...).
We then went to the Westin hotel looking to grab some drinks.
Got a table at the stylish and cool Martini Bar.
I had a Lychee Mojito... sweet!

Hey flick?
Apparently, they do a great Caprioska Lime there.
Have I got you interested?

Ricky was at Publicity then decided to link up with Chi and I.
Why? It's kind of a funny story...
'cause it was some INDIAN thing going on there.
We then waited for Andi and Saga to show up.
It was a lil' messy waiting for everyone to link up.
When everyone was together, we finally caught a tram to Albert St.

The event at SEVEN was great !!!

waitasec... I got a msg to deliver.
a big FK U !!! to James who decided to fly kites on me.
You owe me big time for getting tickets for you.
(which you didn't end up using...)

Anyways... back to the story...
You see, with clubs and the crowd inside, there is the ordinary full house.
Then there is the slightly better packed house.
This was a party with the most excellant~ly crazy crowded house...
It was real hot and sweaty (*wink*) inside.
And they had a great R&B club mix.
It was so tightly packed... I couldn't get any drinks or ciggies in.
I was spilling vodka whenever someone bumped into me.
And, I was hesitant to light one up 'cause I might have burned somebody.

I saw Rain, Cindy n Nicklaus... etc.
Hell! even Lionel showed up...

I partied for a bit but headed home early
Why? Simply 'cause I was tired and I am getting double pay at work tomorrow.





What a great way to kick off the year that is 2006 !!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! people...

HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!

I found this image, well series of images, on my favourite search engine... Google.com
Just thought it was cute and just appropriate to...

...wish everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!