Saturday, 22 March 2014

Man up dude !


STOP BEING HENPECKED AND STAND UP TO YOUR WOMAN TODAY



Well, the thing you ladies love about men is the fact that they're men. You love that they are so different from you, yet manage to complement you in many ways. You love that they are more about action than talk. You love that they show you their manly side (no, not that) on daily basis, yet let you take care of them even though they don't need it. This is why you ladies can't understand those men who willingly subject themselves to humiliation, degradation and loss of ego by hooking up with domineering women.

Yes, I am talking about you, the henpecked husbands and boyfriends. You put the "man" in manipulation and allow your women to control you. Yea, sure, she might wear the pants in the relationship, but do you really need to let the whole world see that? (No offense ladies, I'm just saying) So why not make this the year you stop being doormat and stand up to her like a real guy? If you are not sure whether you are a henpecked man, here are some clues. Choices are there.

THE BAG MAN 

The biggest sign that a man is henpecked is if he carries her handbag (gosh, I've seen enough). Carrying her shopping or grocery bag is fine. But handbag?? Have you ever looked in the mirror while doing that? Obviously not, or you'd realised what a horror sight it is and stopped by now. Tell her you'd carry anything in the world for her. Just not her handbag (for the god lord, just stop it, please).

CLOTHES HANGER

We've seen them at every shopping centre every weekend, waiting by the fitting rooms with at least 10 items of clothing, a forlorn look on their faces, Actually assuming they have such look; they're usually staring at the ground, so it's often impossible to make out their expressions. These are men masquerade as clothes hangers while their wives and girlfriends take their time to try all the stuff in the shop (and then eventually go all the way back to buy the item they saw in the first store). Tell her you'll hang out at the coffee place while she shops, and help her with the bags later (how that sounds to you, manly enough?).

SOCIAL MEDIA

Some women have the tendency to tell the whole world - or at least their Facebook friends - how much they love their men. They'd wish these guys happy birthday or anniversary with lovery dovey message and so on. If you're commenting on her post, you know she has got you wrapped around her finger (I'm telling you this dude, it's sweet but...). Tell her you'd rather she only express her feelings to you personally, as it's really nobody's business. (Well, in a nice way, of course)

YES DEAR

If you find yourself saying "Yes dear" in response to almost everything she says to you, it's time to man up, dude (this is some serious sissy matter). Some disagreement and conflict in a relationship is normal (and even exciting). Tell her if she wants someone who agrees with everything she says, get a dog. Dog is a good company, they even shake their tails with agreement! WIN.





If you feel familiar with what I'm saying, you have got to do something about this, dude.

























Monday, 3 March 2014

I like girl that. . . .


I like girl that lead an active life (exercise)

I like girl that wear spectacles (there's something very captivating about them with specs)

I like girl that have things in common together

I like girl that's got SWAG from the outside but a little poodle when she's with me

I like girl that can joke around like brothers (Oh god, you've got some arms there)

I like girl that are independent

I like girl that are not clingy

I like girl that works and spends her cash wisely

I like girl that does her sexy lip biting

I like girl that knows when to take control


Saturday, 11 January 2014

don't judge nor talk about me before clarifying the situation


There it goes again... Thing gets ugly again just because I did not ask before punching out and left the salon despite clock ticking at 21.07. I really hate it. I am only a regular worker who employed by the company you are running yet it feels like I am physically binded or perhaps sold to the company. Whatever fucking things that you do needs to be asked before hand. And that makes me feels like a prisoner. Sometimes I ever wondered will I ever make it to survive until I standout from my level. Feels like a seed that is waiting forever to grow.

Reached home and receive a short text from my BOSS. Started pouring all the incident that happened today. And I'm like, "what the FUCK man". Is this all you heard from my branch manager??? Is that how you gonna fucking judge me based on verbal communication between you two?? Damn... You even mentioned that I'm a "lone ranger"? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I work with the colleagues. We poke, we joke, we shoulder the tough time together(except with my branch manager) and yet been told I'm a  lone ranger?? I've been fucking scrutinized from the cover and framed AGAIN. Fucking hell no man. God... you must have mixed my blue print. This is not what it's supposed to be. I try so hard to make my way without recipe and this is what I get?

Come on man, you don't have to do that. Sometimes I ever wondered, do I have the Fucker Face written all over my face when I don't smile. Does that pissed you off and you just tryna work your way to get me in trouble?

Too many complication and misunderstanding.

I should have quit..

I should have just leave the hairdressing world...

not because been judged blindly by these muthafucker, but for my own sake, my hand.... fuck...


Monday, 6 January 2014

#Hashtag #Literally #Annoyed



Here's a  really nice thing about me - I never get worked up over viral Internet fads. You want to dance Gangnam-Style in a club, Harlem shake with your colleague or plank your muthaf**cking face in the middle of the Orchard Road? More power to you amigos~

But web lingo? That shit drives me plain crazy. Take the word "obsessed". Once upon a time, it was awesome word. Potent. Menacing, even. More importantly, it was reserved for when you were passionate about something to the point of being a little loony - basically, when you were  actually obsessed.  It's the same with the word "literally". For something to be described as literal, it has to be exactly, unexaggeratedly true. So if my blood was literally boiling right now, I'd be dead. The other day, however, I overheard a conversation between two girls that (quite possibly literally) brought my blood pressure up by ten points.

Chirpy girl #1 : "OMG! I'm so obsessed with adding pesto to my salad"
Chirpy girl #2 : "Totally agree, that is literally the best salad dressing ever!"

Now, HOLD THAT UP. Unless Chirpy Girl #1 thinks about pesto every waking moment of her day, I'm pretty sure she's not obsessed. And come on, Chirpy Girl #2, let's not even argue about pesto being the best dressing ever - I mean, everyone knows sun-dried tomato wins any day.

My point is, no one just "likes" anything anymore. Appreciating anything, even slightly  requires you to be obsessed. In fact, scour the Interweb and you'll realize  that about 10 tweets a minutes are hashtagged #literallyobsessed about the most frivolous things - think eggs Benedict and fluffy pillows.

And on that note, hashtagging has suddenly become de facto web lingo - even Facebook has caught on. These days, no one uploads a photo Instagram with a cute succinct caption anymore - now you've got to include hashtags with every damn possible adjective you can think of. Apples are now captioned #breakfast #delicious #red #fruit, etc etc. It makes my head hurt.

And while I know that most this lingo is just bad English and innocent hyperhole. I'm beginning to think there's a sneaky undercurrent of one-upmanship right below the surface. Say your friend puts up a picture of a new pizza parlour in town, captioned "Loving the pepperoni slices at this joint!" All you've got to do is shoot back a snappy "Obsessed!" and you've not only shown her how much more you like the place, you've also declared that trumping her pithy adoration, you have successfully moved into full-blown mania.

And that little hashtags #thehighlife along with the picture of your new heels? Just a gentle  reminder to your social circle that those pumps may looks plain, but they're designer.

Enough is enough, people - let's stop with these exaggerated declaration and the online display of affections for yesterday's lunch. After all, I'm pretty sure the Chirpy Girl duo wouldn't literally want to eat pesto in their every day of their lives right?

It's time we went back to calling a spade and telling it like it is, I propose a sweeping ban unnecessary hashtags, literally non-literal statements and the word "obsessed". Because, believe me unless you've thought about something so much that you turned into a full-page rant in a magazine. I'm literally sure you're not #obsessed with it...



Monday, 16 December 2013

Ba-ba-bu-bu



Simple photo to highlight some matter in our life. We are so busy growing up, working, partying, enjoying life, getting in commitment. . . . .


Yet . . . . .


It's only natural that we forgotten our parents that is growing old. Turn around look them in the eyes you'll notice their thin fragile hand, fulled grey hair with their small hunching body. You never know what's going to happen next. 


Why not take a moment and reminisce those days while you are still a toddler, how do they treat you.


Maybe today is the day


Maybe tonight is the night



Love your parents,





























Friday, 29 November 2013

Bad Luck of the month


Sigh. . . Wondering what kind of luck have I stepped on recently. Injured my back and leg, bad sales for the month, misunderstood by colleague, Manager and my Boss. Damn, what is this shit all about. Is this some kind of test or what? I ain't feeling that. No one truly understand what resides in me. Blindly getting the shit time. One thing I really understand after this is that NO ONE CAN BE TRUSTED. Damn.... This time I'm ma get it right!

Sunday, 24 November 2013

Injured

19th November 2013, injured my middle back muscle while having sore lower back due to the deadlift performed at the gym. But that is not stopping me from doing exercise. Skipped any exercise that requires twisting and bending. Working my core and legs subsequently but then accidentally injured my left extensor digitorum. Now that's really suck. No cardio for atleast 2weeks I presume. Now I miss my basketball game damn it.