Differences

Differences..
That seems to be the most prominent reason why arguments occur, distraught, agitation, pertubation, lack of understanding and failure in relationships.

We'll that's always been the core of all my failed relationships. Girls can never seem to adapt to my lifestyle, and i always questioned myself on that.

And know what? i did find out the answer, eventually.

I dont change my lifestyle, or make sacrifices in comparison to what i love doing and I dont adapt to another's differences. In other words, i can't accept differences in my life. I let it slide and pretend not to be involved in it.

To some girls, that might get me labelled 'jerk' or to many, 'a male chauvinist pig'.

But i strongly believe in what i live by, and that's the bottom line. Sometimes you dont have to accept differences, but at the same time you dont discriminate it. That's what i hold on too.
Not everyone is the same, not everyone is gonna live by the same set of lifestyle. Its bout what they believe in and what plays a role in their life.

I cant adapt to songs by bands after the mid 90's, especially black music of hip hop n rap. I cant possibly support manchester united in anyway. I cant tolerate idle minds of adults who has nothing to talk bout other than fashion industry, latest songs, hmm.. pretty much what's in every TEEN magz. I cant sacrifice 5-7pm on weekends to go shopping even if its the last day of the sale. I cant answer the phone at 3am and talk for long hours knowing there's work tomorrow. I cant ice skate no matter how many times i have tried. I cant eat fish with hard cartilidge (bones) even if my granny's angel comes and peels em off for me. I cant sleep with the lights on. And i possibly cant tolerate someone who doesnt care bout knowledge or what's goin around the world. Naivety is turn off in my books.

There are friends who are all this and they will continue to remain friends.
But to want someone, its bout both party learning to understand each other's differences and not discriminating it.
If that's every possible, voila! to a wonderful relationship. ( which i dont believe is ever possible )

Freaky Deeky

Wonderful friends i have sometimes. After soccer yesterday evening, i hung out with my football buddies at a mamak stall. The norm would be talking bout soccer, chicks, world news, soccer and chicks again. But one joker decided to come on the table with his latest direct selling product, capsules called PRONOTON.

PROTONON (http://mall.kdim.net/pronoton.php) has anti prostate cancer substance, plus it gives a better blood circulation and i was told it would make u have that 'feel good' feeling. Yeah, everything there is true.. but the actual fact was this darn thing is a sexual urge enhancement product that carries the other benefits.

I took em last night, after supper at bout 11.30pm. Didn't really feel nothing, but was kinda feeling heaty though. Ended up tossin and turnin on the bed only to come to the living room and try to knock myself out listen to Retro Jazz in Astro Channel 111. And i slept off eventually.

6am, alarm rang, subconciously i woke up and like every other guys in the planet, i put my hand down my pants. Absolutely normal for any guy with the mornin hard-on thingy, so i went to take a cold shower and was joyfully singing my mornin rock tracks. It just didn't subside.

Then went brushed my teeth, did everything else i needed to do, and it freakin didn't subside!
Got ready by 6.30am, left my shirt obviously outside to avoid at weird attention from my sister. She dropped me at the office bout 7am and i still couldn't do nothing bout the damn boner.

So i went up my room, sat quietly in my chair and started reading bout Liverpool FC. My thoughts definetely went astray, was so engrossed reading up that i eventually realised the blood rush subsided drastically.

And i do hope i dont get another boner outta sudden for another hour at work, i would literally kill that doufus who gave me that pill.

Moral of the Story : Love of my life has always been Liverpool FC. Sex will always come 2nd to that. And never take sex stimulants if u aren't plannin to get laid, could be disastrous.

Beers takes u nearly everywhere

Beers... what a difference it makes to guys who can't really afford em but yet, still worship em. Yesterday started off vague at work. To many things to think about when im still a minority amongst brain dominators and i doubt i use anymore than 2% of my brains in my fucking big head. Sleepyhead ( a hottie) cracked me up over YM with sum jokes. Hey, laughter's still the best fuckin medicine ya know!
Then came the dreaded hot afternoon, was pretty broke already. Payday was delayed to evening. Ended up havin lunch with brown bear (cool dark chap). Had 2 nasi lemak with fried egg for 2.20 each since he was also gettin broke. As soon as I stepped back into the office, things started goin berserk.
Damn customs (im in a freakin logistics firm, and yeah... we deal with the king of bribes aka customs), rejected one of our shipment and it shot back to the IT Dept stating that the information on the system ain't right.
Called the main man in Kedai EDI in Port Klang. That dude's a gem i tell ya, fella would walk a mile to please the company i work for (since we are paying em a bomb every month). That dude managed to pin point the problem and said its nothing wrong with the bladdy system. Its the customs operational error, and in that case we would have to settle it internally with the customs. Operational Manager went over to the customs, got it settle but he himself don't really know what was settled since it was only the money talking.
So i decided to step foot into the issue and find the core. Knew pay was in the evening, got hold of the Kedai Edi Manager, Mr.Z and an arse from Unikom (customs IT Dept) and took em for sum beers in D'Tavern. Had a jug, then another, then another... and then i took out the photocopy of the customs declaration print-out. That bladdy Unikom arse started laughing his head off, wish i could have morphed into Mickey Knox body at that time and shoot the living bejezuz outta him.
Gave him a gleeful smile, ordered another jug, and asked him what went wrong with the customs for that shipment. He said, 'engko punya operation bodoh ah, it problem unikom, memangla customs takkan approve. knaper budak ko tu tak datang unikom terus?? i leh call u clear benda tu terus' <--- do try to understand.
Well, and so i understood eventhought it cost me 130 bucks ( thank goodness it was payday yesterday). Any declaration that has a registered response from customs are approved. So the moment the movement in the port is blocked, we would have to liase with Unikom to see what happened and resolved it with them.
This fucking delay cost my company additional 340 bucks! which means we pretty much did that shipment for FOC.
But now i know eventhough took some beers to get him talking.

Moral of the story : Third party assistance never comes free and beer gets nearly everyone friendly, at least momentarily

How do you sleep at night ?

How do u sleep at night ? Wondered why sometimes you can even hear the sound of ur watch ticking while your on ur bed or u can even hear the sound of a water dripping in your washroom. At other times you cant be bothered bout nothing else other than sleepin even with a loud music or even if ur family or friend's are outside watchin TV while blasting the volume to their convinience.

I guess there's 2 things that runs you down in that day that makes the difference.
Satisfaction and Worries.

That's what determines how well you sleep at night.

Sum Heckuva Weekend

Fuckerdy fucks! Thought i'd take a freakin break of work and get myself all ease with a couple booze. Lazed at a mate's house, swayed to some jazz and yacked bout Liverpool's pride and glory... and that's all i could freaking remember. That dude locked me in the house and he went away with his girl. Damn the booze, got him horny but me wasted instead!
Woke up in the mornin with a freakin hangover ( shit happens when u stuff urself with mixtures of alcohol).

Moral of the story : Stop playing drinking games with big sized alcoholic indians, you will lose!