Break Up Letter

I don't know where to start... it hurts me so that I have to do this. For so many years you've been by my side. I really appreciate your presence. In the beginning, I detested you because I never really knew you. But when I was in the pits, you came into my life and stayed virgil at my side. You were my only friend when things got rough. Though you were never one with many words, you never needed any to comfort me. You were there when I went through the tough training of the Army. Not once have you ever complained to me. When my life threatened to plunge into darkness, you're always ready to set yourself aflame to illuminate the world. How can I possibly let you walk away from my life? You were the warmth that embraced me when the merciless rain poured down on me. My lips wait in eagerness to touch your soft flawless skin. I feel ashamed of myself. Not for loving you but for not loving you enough. Time and again, I listened to others who sprout ill remarks about ow you would plunder my wealth and bring unbearable pain and suffering in the end. I was a fool to listen to them and tried to abandon you numerous times. But I came back to you every single time, each more desolate than the previous. You accepted me back readily without so much a word of unhappiness. Yet again I have to try to break off our relationship. The future seemed so bleak for us that I find my strength waning. I hope you'll forgive me

My beloved Marlboro Menthol Lights......

(PS: Blame the blardi gahmen also...knn make you so expensive.)

Survival tips for the Male Typical Species

This post is not created to counter Kally's blog. No, in fact, it is written to help the males like those around Kally survive better. In writing this, I have to grab the feminine side of me out to the surface and negotiate with the masculine side. No guys, I'm not gay. Think of it scientifically, all ovas are actually female, we become male only if a 'male' sperm cell joins the ovum. So techincally, we can be like females if we try really hard ( for some it comes naturally...)
Note: I have to suppress the musculine side a bit or this will be suicide tips instead of survival tips.)

Here we go!


1) Listen- Yes, its very important to do that. No...its not. There are numerous reasons why listening is important. No...there isn't. What do you mean its not important? If you think that way then why don't you have flowers growing at the sides of your head instead of those ugly pieces of flesh you call ears? (This kind of arguments will be quite common since the two sides of me don't get along too good...) For one, listening can help you receive lots of information you may need. Its also what the ladies would appreciate when they're talking to you. A wall would be a better dialogue companion if it wasn't so. Though there are times when girls start to ramble about useless things, that's when you pretend to listen. No, we do not! Though there will be information that you may not need... like how so and so is a bitch and what she did... So basically, you need a good filter in your brain to decipher and segregate the difference between good crap information and useless crap.

2) Remember and forget - The important dates like Birthdays and Anniversaries. The more minor ones you can choose to forget like her sister's dog's bdae to her great-grand-uncle's second cousin's nephew whom she just addresses as 'Uncle' but dotes on her when she was young 's 10th anniversary of removing his appendix... You should remember the mistakes you've done and not repeat them. And forget all the mistakes she has done in the past. Plus all those arguments when you know you're in the right and she's in the wrong but you let her win. ouch!...ok! you're in the right and she's not totally in the wrong but she managed to convince you to drop the fight. You can stop pinching me now.

3) Be in charge - Women like men to make some decisions for them since men don't use their brains too often. Yeah, and women would let you know when they want to influence the decision especially if its a wrong one. Yeah, what's the point of making decisions in the first place if you want to be fussy later. It is the right of the ladies to be fussy if they want to be!

4) Respect - Show some respect like you would a fellow human being though we're more sophisticated and more evolved. And delusional... If we tell you what we want, just let us have it our way. We won't push the blame to you even if something goes wrong. Yeah yeah, the blame was ours to have in the first place...

5) Don't waste time - If you make an appointment at 12 then keep to it. Time is precious to us and we don't like wasting it waiting. And I presume me waiting outside the fitting room for you to change into the same design but different dozens of colours is not time wasting for me... Of course not. Different colours give different messages and blend differently with other clothings. Yea, basically if you had the means you'll buy all of them but you're trying to see which one looks best on you so you can go buy the 'best' and be satisfied about it but it eventually ends up sitting in the closet after the a few months...

6) Pampering - You'll need to balance on this like flying a kite or fishing. Pull too hard and the line snaps, too soft and the fish or kite escapes your clutches. Just don't treat her like a baby. Dang... I was just wondering if Pampers were the answer to it all...

7) Equality - Women are not equals to men, don't forget that, you prehistoric animals. We are superior in any other way but choose not to reveal it so that you'll remain our slaves faithfully. Once chivalry is dead they call us chauvinist pigs. A little more gentlemanly and we belittle them....

8) Don't try to control - Women have their own lives and pride. There is no need for you to meddle in where you're not wanted. Yeah, let them contradict themselves while they're at it.

9) Confidence - The ladies want their men to have confidence and not come whining to us because that is so unbecoming. Wat happened to the SNAG shit they came up with half a decade ago? That's so 90's, besides, that was a term the gays came up with.

10) Keep your distance - Women don't want you breathing down their necks. We want our personal space and privacy. We can survive on our own and don't need you to hang about unless we want it so. Bah...have it your way. I'm sick of this can we put her back deep within the subconcious now?


Err....there you have it guys. The top ten tips on how to survive!

(No males were harmed in the making of this survival guide. Disclaimer: Should any harm come to you for trying to follow the above, the writer shall not be held responsible as he has self declared to be mentally dysfunctional when Pinkie is in da house.)

Infidelity

I've done it. I'm not proud of it. I hate it. I don't want to see it. I wish no one else would do it. Where is the LOVE?

Raiders!

I found a short 'story' which I wrote back in 2001, when I was still 20. Decided to post i here for old times sake.


The night air was pierced by the loud droning of the helicopter's rotor blades. I pulled my pig mask over my face and breathed hard. I looked at my team. They were ready and I gave the pilot a thumb up to signal our departure. The pilot returned the sign and I nodded to my men. One by one we jumped off the open door and fell out the helicopter.

I spread out my arms and legs and during the freefall to maintain my balance. As though by instincts, I grabbed at my safety cord and stopped my fall. My body jerked violently upwards at the impact. I tensed up for a while and released the rope. Rappeling myself to the ground, I ripped the remaining ropes off before the chopper flew off.

I flipped a switch on my helmet and images of green came into my goggles.

"Night vision On. Alpha 00,Radio check, over" I said over the communicator.

The radio crackled a while before I heard the response.

"This is Alpha 01, radio check, over."
"Alpha 02 radio check, over."
All six men responded in the same manner.

"Operation to commence in 5,4,3,2...."
I looked away from my watch and started running towards the building. On the way I loaded my carbine with a full magazine while surveying the surroundings. At 10 metres in front of the door, team Alpha assembled in the vegetation.

"Alpha 5 and 6, movement to the rear of target. Alpha 3 and 4, you will be reserve and look out. Alpha 2, you will snipe from the side. Alpha 1, we will be storming through the front in T minus 2 minutes. Go!"

The men scrambled off on their feet silently and moved into position. "Alpha 2, situation report."

"Sir, the heat sensor indicates 15 men. I am unable to locate the hostages from my position."

"Team Alpha, keep your eyes open for the hostages. I want zero casualties on this. Roger that?"

"Affirmative sir."

I gestured to my back and Rex ran into concealment and covered my back.

I kicked the door down and threw a smoke grenade in. When the grenade blew, I could see tear gas coming out of the room. Holding the rifle up, I went in and searched for signs of hostility.

There was two doors on my right and a hallway down the left. I ran to the hallway and aimed my weapon down the corridor."Coast's clear Alpha 1."

Rex came in immediately and saw me. He pointed at one of the door while I rammed my way in. Three of the terrorists were inside, apparently they were shot down by Blade who was sniping. I came back out and Rex bashed into the other door. There was obviously no one alive in there as he came out soon after.

We moved over to the hallway and proceeded to the next room. Cougar and Ice came to the room from an ajacent hallway and met up with us.

"Sir, we brought down 2 enemies in the northern sector."

"That's 10 more to go. Alpha 1 and 5 up the stairs, Alpha 6 and I will cover you."

Rex and Cougar ran up the stairs and scanned the next floor.
"Immediate area clear!"

I ran up to the second storey with Ice following closely behind....

Rushing up the stairway with Ice, we took our positions beside the walls and secured the area. Cougar and Rex came out and took the corners of the hall.

There was a coffee table and a couch facing a television that was switched on. A lighted cigarette was still burning in the ashtray on the table, indicating that the terrorists were here moments ago.

Three doors stood in front of us. We had to search the rooms systematically. BANG! All of us averted our attenion behind us to the gun shot and found ourselves pointing our rifles at the television screen. Obviously the terrorists thought it was us and stormed our through the doors.

"Take cover!" I commanded through the radio as I proned on the floor. The men reacted immediately just before bullets pierced the walls. Ka zut! Ka zut! Bullets flew out from the carbine fitted with silencers. All ten men fell as their blood spattered unto the walls behind them.

Recovering ourselves, we ran into the rooms and scanned for signs of the hostages. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone else in the rooms. It was then I saw something blinking on one of the terrorists' suits.

"EVACUATE!" The five of us scrambled down the stairs in double quick time. Light illuminated the walls of the stairwell and a huge explosion took place on the second storey. Cougar was the last man while coming down the stairs and he was thrown forward from the blast. Being a trained warrior, Cougar reduced his impact and rolled unto the floor.

"Alpha 6, are you alright?"

"I'm okay, sir.",Cougar answered me as he got back up unto his feet.

I turn back towards the stairway and found that the blast had blew a hole on the stairs.
"Cover me!", I ordered as I went towards the gaping hole. Pointing my rifle down, I peered in to look at the situation. Through my night vision goggles, I made out what seems like a doorway to a basement. The stairs were hollow and hid the basement entrance beneath. Kicking the wreakage away, I opened the door with my left hand.

The guiding laser on the carbine rifle scanned down the concrete steps leading down the basement. With no immediate danger, I gestured for Ice to back me up. The both of us went down to the underground cell while Cougar and Rex kept watch at the hallway.

From the corner of my eye, I saw movements. I swung to my right with quick reflexes and aimed my weapon at the shadows. A small whimper was heard and I realised it was the hostages. I locked my weapon with the safely catch and walked towards the three figures.

"Please...don't hurt us anymore", the lady cried as she held her children closer to her.

"Don't worry Ma'm. You're save now." I said as I held out my hand to her.

Ice and I helped the three hostages up to the hallway and settled them down. "Alpha 1, mission accompliushed. We have to go."

Rex informed the rest of the team as he took a small pistol out of a side pocket at his pants. He shot the three hostages at their chests swiftly and left towards the gathering point.

The sound of rotar blades cutting through the air could be heard from a distance. It wasn't our ride, our mode of transport wasn't airborne.

"Are the hostages dealt with yet?" I asked.

"Yes sir, the drugs have put them to sleep. They won't remember us when the CIA task force rescues them."

"Let's go now." I ran towards the lake with team Alpha following closely behind. Upon reaching the lake, I unzipped one of my ammo pouch and took out two canisters. Fixing the canisters on my pig mask, I was equipped to breathe underwater. "All ready?"

"Roger that sir"

Nodding at my men, I dived into the cold water and swam towards the other end of the lake.

Introduction

Ladies and gentlemen, introducing.....Xeo!!
An 'Ah-Beng' wannabe! Ok, he's damn beng... Before you say he look like me. Get this straight, I'm a beng lookalike, not one nor wannabe one.... Don't laff k? I'm serious.

Xeo's real name is Shu1 Dai1 Zi3. He thinks its very lok kok and doesn't suit his 'stylo milo' image.
Since his friends keep calling him 'Siao eh'. He thought he could change it to a cool nick. (Note: He thinks siao is spelt as xiao). So taking 'xiao eh' he shorten it to xoeh. At first it was cool until one of his smarter friends started calling him Zoe. Xoeh 'buay song' since he wants to be beng...not lian. Luckily for him, The Matrix was showing on HBO. Thus he changed the name to Xeo.

Web Comic?

I've had this notion eversince I've got internet access in 97. Never gotten to it. Maybe I should start one now... Need idea for a lead character... How?

This is fun!

In the future when I drive, this sign should light up on all the electric signboards when I'm approaching... saves me the trouble of banging my tank into the cars of other people before rolling over them and throwing a piece of paper ,with my apology written on it, at them.

Try this out if you want http://atom.smasher.org/pack/

Crossroad puzzles.

Yes, you've read my title correctly. I wrote crossroad, not crosswords. Been off the blogosphere for some time now so this blog entry has been long overdue. Recent events have caused me to treasure the time I have in Singapore a little bit more. No, I'm not going to Australia for overseas studies as I planned. Everything fell through when my manpower officer threw the organisation directives in front of me and told me what I want is nearly impossible. So instead, they're flying me off to the Bruneian jungle. They're having a crisis over there... seems like the mosquitoes are malnourished.

Well, no regrets. I chose this line of work in the first place. Plus I even volunteered for this a couple of years back. Since I've got no commitments locally (no gf, no wife no car...), why not?

So why crossroad puzzle? Since everyone have been bitching (or commenting...whichever term you prefer)about Life and regrets, here's my bit of contribution. I don't like having regrets. Life for me is like driving a car. (No...I'm not copying...I've always thought so since young.) Those who heard about my driving escapades know that I neglect looking into my mirrors. Be it rearview or side. Hell, I don't even check my blindspots! That's the same as my 'Life vehicle' that I'm driving. I don't like looking back! Especially if I've just been through a crossword junction and taken a turn. I don't think about whether I've taken the wrong turn or whether I'd be in a better place. I don't even think about whether there will be a petrol station where I can take a toilet break. I'll just make a pit stop whenever I need and take a 'walk' in nature for a while.

I get hitchhikers once in a while, groups sometimes. I even got car-jacked by these hitchhikers occasionally. Nowadays, people keep telling me to find myself a co-driver (machiam co-pilot except drive instead of fly lah). Ok I digress... obivously driven myself to the road shoulder here. Let me just flick on me hazard lights and take a smoke break...