A Bold Business Idea 102

Since I have come out with the first bold business concept, what’s stopping me at the 2nd or 3rd. So here goes. Bold business concept 102. So your date and you are really into each other, literally and you can’t bring her home because your mom might walk into your room thinking you have hurt yourself badly when she hears the moaning coming from your room. Neither can you to her home for the very same reason. You can’t bring her to a local budget hotel either because :
a) You are too cheap to pay for it.
b) Your mom might walk in because of the moaning coming out of the room you just checked into with your date.
c) Her mom might walk in because of the moaning coming out of the room you just checked into with her daughter.
d) You may walk into people who may recognize you and may result in the following problem –
i) Your relative who saw you checked into the sleazy hotel tells your mom who may proceed to walk into the room because of the moaning coming out of the room.
ii) Her relative who saw her checking into the sleazy hotel with a sleaze ball and tells her mom who may proceed to walk into the room and rip your privates off.
iii) Your wife’s relatives may see you checking into a sleazy hotel and tells on you and your wife may proceed to walk into the room and rip your privates off.

So with so many inconveniences, you are just left with simple 2 options. 1st option is to really buy another apartment that is used purely for purposes other than living in it. But then you may just run into problem D (change sleazy hotel to private apartment) and that just turns it into a bloody waste of money. Waste of money because you can’t use it anymore for the very reason you bought it for. Bloody because your privates were ripped off.

2nd option is to turn your automobile into a hotel-mobile. Tada! Now you just have one problem. You need to have either a lot of newspapers to block out the prying eyes at the windows or buy a mini car curtain and draw the blinds but that also means the wifey may then proceed to question the need for curtains in the family mobile.

Here’s the solution for all hotel-mobilers, a car park which has tents which are big enough for a vehicle to drive into. Ka Ching! Pay the attendant the fee for an hour usage or two, he closes the tent. There you go. Privacy without the need for newspapers, curtain blinds etc and no one can see you check in since there is no hotel lobby to do a sign in.

Just make sure you take note of the time running out or the attendant will just open up the tent and leave you exposed literally also. Then you run into a risk of point D all over again. Which also means the end of your hotel mobile episode since you may no longer have any privates left.

A Bold Business Idea 101

I have a thought. A business idea actually and I think it will be such a hit. Pardon my pun as you will understand later why I say that. How’s this for a brilliant if not money spinning business concept. Retail shop and get ready for this……for warring gangsters! Tada! Ka Ching! Picture this. Shop inside has all the equipment you need to create some serious hurting on your enemy. There’s the slick Bruce Lee Nunchaku which comes with the complete stance suggestions for a competent fearsome warrior look. For the beginner or low end budget user you can buy the basic model that’s just two wooden ends held by a toggle rope. Those with a couple more bucks to spend or just plain showy can opt for the platinum version customised with Swarovsky crystals embedded on the ends. Ladies love guys with the blings.

Then there is ever Ninja favorite, the 5 Blade Dragon’s Fury throwing dart. Not for the amateurs. As name suggests, it is full of fury when you throw one of these 5 blade Dragon crested weapon. It folds out into a star formation and if held wrongly as you hurl it, you will not only be hurling it at your opponent but also hurling abuses of pain as you would have probably cut an artery in your hand. Hence the name fury I guess. Fury of pain for your intended target and the not so intended.

On the further side of the wall hangs the Chinese 9 Ring Boardsword which makes a lot of noise as you swing it about attempting to scare the other guys in the opposite turf. It’s non cutting edges are punched with enlarge rings that ladies love to dangle on their ear loobs except these are a lot thicker and makes these clanging noises as your whirl it about which you hope will make the enemy deaf. We’ll throw in a pair of ear plugs when you buy this killer weapon. After all the whole point is to hurt the other guy not yourself.

Inspired probably by movie director Zhang Yi Mou’s Curse of the Golden Flower with palace serving ladies with E cup size tops, we introduce these huge golden melons which comprises of a stick handle with well, melon like shaped top. Perfect for bludgeoning your opponent into flat heads or just using it as a stool when you get tired carrying these unbalanced gravity sucking weapon through the day as you hunt down your nemesis.

For those ridiculously low on budget or just don’t have the time to really think what weapon to bring ‘cos you got a text saying you are mobilized immediately for a street fight, we give you this no frills priced to kill, pun totally intended, practical weapon. The all time favorite empty beer bottle. Hurts really bad when you clubbed it over the other guy’s head and when done properly, it gives more than just a bad overnight headache. After breaking its bottom, the bottle’s bottom, you can proceed to use it and shred the enemy’s shirt into pieces with its uneven jagged ends. Kills him especially if he’s dumb enough to be wearing his Armani shirt or because like you, just didn’t have time to go home and change first.

Throw in fifty cents more, we will break the bottom for you if you are a real amateur and don’t want to end up hurting yourself before you do serious damage to others. You don’t want to ruin your image as a fearsome gangland street fighter who cuts his fingers in his first attempt to break the bottle and run home crying to mommy. Now that will end your chances of ever being a gangster. Might as well try out for the cheerleading squad after that. Heck it may probably turn out better and you get to hold some chicks butt without getting slap in the face!

The What IF 2.01

Her name was mentioned with great excitement amongst those in school. ‘She’s coming to join us in the summer!’ ‘She is really gorgeous!’ I heard that a lot when semester 3 was about to begin. Guys were going gaga about her impending arrival. It’s almost like the coming of a pop super star which of course she is not. She’s just another local girl joining the rest of the local folks in a not so local university.

Her reputation of being hot is not just some hot air I can assure you. She had locks of hair which curls at the ends cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes mesmerizingly beautiful and her size, perfect. With flawless porcelain white skin, it gives you the illusion that they emit flowery scent. Ok it just seems that way ‘cos I was always looking at her from a distance. She’s just too hot for me to say hi can I be your friend. Of course there’s also my girlfriend’s fury I had to contend with should I be in anyway less than focus on her.

So for the next 4 semesters, all I got to see were glimpses of her in school with her group of girlfriends from Hong Kong mostly and during my second last semester’s law lectures 45 minutes worth as she always made an entrance by coming in 15 minutes late. Seated at the same seat every time perfect for my view. Diagonally down from my location, always fashionably dressed, she would appear with a beret sometimes to add to an already beautiful work of art. Ah lovely. I am just thankful that it wasn’t in my tutorials she appeared in or I would have failed the subject miserably but maybe happily.

Then the unbelievable happened. It was end of school. We all got our grades and were preparing to leave the university to start living in the real world in a couple of weeks. With another couple, my girlfriend and I were having breakfast at the Burswood Chinese restaurant and there she was. Waitressing part time there which was a common thing in those days for students to do and everyone wants to get a job at the Burswood as they pay pretty well but it was difficult to get in. As we were finishing up our meal, she saw me and popped over to say hello and asked if I was going to do my graduation back home or in Perth. To say I was stunned that she even knew I existed was really the understatement of the year. No make that my life time. Come to think of it, make that two stunned guys. My friend was equally speechless and asked after she left if I had known her for a while without telling him. I mean its almost like saying Maria Sharapova swung by to make some small talk.

Needless to say I was grinning like I won the first prize in state lottery and then realizing that it was for the wrong draw because right after that, I had to deal with my not too please girlfriend. I have to admit, I see no reason why she would even notice my presence since I am neither on the Dean’s list nor was I the state footie star in Aussie Rules. Perhaps it’s because she noticed that my then girlfriend was hot and was curious to find out what she saw in me. It’s pretty much like my post on the theory of moreness.

But whatever it is, if you are the gorgeous girl with skin that emits flowery scent who worked part time in Burswood Hotel Chinese restaurant in the year 1995, I just like to say thank you for making me feel special. If you are still single, I am ready for another shot at hello!

The What IF 1.01

Have you ever had days when you are reminded of the crossroads of life and the big what if? What if I had gone by route B instead of route A? What if I had just plucked up that courage to say ‘Hi’ to that hot chick in my younger days? Maybe she might be my main squeeze now. Maybe not but hell least you would have known.

Man I had many such what if’s when it came to hot chicks. Once, I was seated at the bus stop with my ipod plugged in my ears and this really and I mean really cute chick walked by and plonked herself next to me on the empty seat. Ok maybe plonked isn’t the right word to use since she’s a cute chick. Really cute chick. She lowered herself down with grace and poise. There. Sounds better. Well all the grace and poise no doubt befitting of a really cute chick except for one eye jarring sight. There was a fallen flower bud residing on her lush hair and it was really spoiling the whole picture. My picture anyway.

So the next chance I had when she turned towards my direction, I motioned to her that there was something on her hair. She looked at me for guidance trying to brush the offending item off her head but without much success. Finally, the unthinkable happened. She gave up and leaned over to let me do the honors. I felt like the knight in shinning armor when she looked lovingly at me as I restored her image as a really cute chick.

She said thank you though her eyes were really saying ‘ask me for my number my prince’. My mouth said ‘you are welcome’ while my head was screaming ‘ask for her number! Ask for her number before it’s too late!’ I couldn’t hear my head really well as my ipod was screaming louder. What was I thinking?!! Hot chick verses Clay Aiken and Clay was louder? Yeah it’s an excuse for not making the move. Then it became too late. Her bus pulled up. She turned, gave another grateful but somewhat sad smile and my possible lifetime of happiness was gone on bus number 51.

I could only weep inside while trying to maintain my hero image as I spied enemy 51 moving away from the corner of my eye. Nar Bei! Hero dies single lah.

The Begining Of The 500 Years - Part II

When the moment had passed, the Buddha once again manifested himself and asked the love struck girl if she was happy that her wish had been finally fulfilled. She shook her head sadly asking why she was not built in the middle of the bridge so that she could have at least had a touch of him when he brushed past her. To which the answer was it would take another 500 years of meditation for a chance at a closer look and a touch. The Buddha posed her this thought if she would regret her decision and be willing to endure all suffering again for yet another 500 years just for that one more opportunity and the answer was once again a firm affirmative no to regret and yes to another five centurion wait.

She was thus turned into a seedling buried deep in the ground on a busy street and over the years bloomed into a big sturdy tree with lush leaves providing wonderful shade to all that walked under. This time being on a busy street many walks of life went by keeping her company unlike the previous situation. Each approaching man raised her hope and dashing it when they walked past as none were who she was waiting for. Eventually, she understood that she had to fulfill her part bargain of meditating for 500 years before that can ever happen again. With that she patiently waited through century after century.

Like clockwork, on the final day of her mediation, she saw him again. Handsome as ever, he was strolling this time unlike the last time she set her eyes on him. The weather was scorching that day and the young man came to the lush tree seeking some respite and rest. He leaned against her body as he sat down and soon fell into a slumber under the cool shade. She spread her branches out and gently swayed them creating a cool breeze for the sleeping man. Wakened from his nap, the young man looked up at the tree and gave it a hug as a way of showing his appreciation for shading him as he rested. With that he left to continue on his journey.

The Buddha appeared once more enquiring if the girl had wanted to be the wife of the man next. In reply she said no as it was enough to love someone without having to be married to the person. She further ventured by asking if the man’s wife in currently life had also suffered as long just to be with him. To which the Buddha nodded and she said that being able to finally touch the man of her dreams was more than enough. Upon saying that, she noticed the Buddha heaved a sigh of relieve and she was curious and asked if even the great Buddha had a problem. The Buddha then smiled at her and said a young man, who in order to have an another view of her, had already waited a thousand years but now he doesn’t have to wait yet another thousand years to just meet her again.

Perhaps this girl had already a man for her but because she had wanted to have another look at the young man she saw at the temple fair, she gave up her right to everything else and in the process losing her right to her affinity which had to be started a thousand years later.

The Begining Of The 500 Years - Part I

There was once an orphan girl in ancient China who had never experienced the love of a family, happiness nor sadness. Upon reaching marriageable age she was introduced to numerous eligible young bachelors but they just never seemed to be the right man for her, not the person she was waiting for. As it so happened, she chanced a glimpse of a young man at a crowded temple fair and immediately felt that he had been the man she had been searching for. Unfortunately with the throngs of people that day, the man of her dreams did not see her and she lost sight of him before she could approached him. Even though the good looking young man did not see her, she yearned for the opportunity for that one more look again. However for the next two years it was a search in vain no matter where she looked.

Saddened, she prayed earnestly to the Buddha daily asking him for the chance to see the man of her dreams again. All she requested for was just for that one more look. The Buddha moved by her sincerity manifested in front of her and asked her if she was prepared to sacrifice everything including losing her freedom and right to thought just for that one more view at the man. To which she replied with greatest affirmation. Buddha asked her again if she would be willing to pay the price and be turned into a huge rock meditating for the next 500 years just for the chance. She replied for that one more sighting she was willing to endure all sufferings.

Her wish was granted and was turned into a huge boulder on a barren ground weathering over the four seasons. Despite the hardship, she preserved mediating knowing that in time she will once again meet the man that stole her heart. The hardest part of it all was over the next 400 over years, not a single soul walked past. The forlorn girl sat thinking if only there were people walking past at least that will give her some encouragement that one of them one day could be her prince charming.

Through the scorching heat of the summer and bitter cold of winter, the 500 years neared. One day a group of travelling craftsmen on route to the next town walked by. As they were contracted to build a bridge in the town centre, they found her size very handy and hacked her down into smaller manageable pieces. Over the next few months the bridge was built and she became a part of it, sited on the highest curve of it with the view to all the town folks walking by. The day the bridge was completed it was also the final day of her wait. As it was opened for use, she saw before her the very man she had so yearned for the last 500 years. It brought elation to her as he appeared finally and in full view due to her placement, she was finally able to get her wish granted. She felt her sufferings and loneliness had been worth it. While that should had brought her wish to a closure, the young man seemed to be in a hurry that day and hastily walked by failing to realize that she was gazing at him lovingly.

Affinity of life

Today I heard a long phrase in Mandarin about ones affinity with another human being which moved me to tears. To get me to shed some tears with just simply words, it has to be really something and so to share I will attempt to reconstruct it in English to the best of my ability and bring forth the meaning in its full entirety. Hopefully, its impact will not be lost in translation and I can do it justice. Here goes.

There was once a lotus born in a pond which faced the Buddha teaching the truth of life to his disciples. Everyday, it was exposed to lessons after lessons and in one great sermon, it learnt about the affinity of ones life. In that teaching the Buddha said : ‘ do what is to be done, go where one is meant to go, meet one that is meant to meet and connect with who you have affinity with.’ To earn that one life time’s chance to meet with a stranger face to face, you would have had 500 times of glance back of that someone’s back as you both walk in separate direction. It is always just seeing the back of the person but never to meet. To wait a further 500 years to exchange one life time’s chance to meet face to face. Therefore, to achieve the opportunity for two to be in wedded union as one, it is a seemingly endless anticipation of wait.

So to all that are married, cherish all the time you have left to enjoy each other’s company, share in each other’s dreams and live every single moment together knowing that once this life time is over, your chance to be together again maybe another few thousand years or never again. You earned the right, you earned the chance. Least you may forget. It wasn’t just the meeting of someone that turned out well. It was the work and effort put in thousands of years back for a chance of affinity with one another.

I guess this post is more to remind all in a union to remember the meaning of affinity. Or maybe truly understand it for the very first time. Tell your significant other how much you cherish and love him or her because once the clock stops, no amount of money earned or recognition gained in society will ever present or buy you back this life time’s chance to say it again. Maybe not for another few thousand years of glance backs.

Auto Hand Sensor Wash Basins Can KILL You

Picture this, I was minding my own business literally, doing my part in trying to fight the fire in the men’s room of a shopping mall. Ok maybe you shouldn’t picture that. Anyway when I was all out, I moved over to the wash basins pumping the liquid soap to ensure the all clear. Now here’s where all that national campaign of washing your hands with cleansing soap is important even if it’s just after a simple small business transaction can sometimes lead you to greater harm. Along with its accomplice the automatic hand sensor tap water basin, it can even lead to life endangerment.

So after giving the hands a good scrub with generous hand overlapping, interlocking, finger nails scraping against your palm movements, I began to realize something wasn’t really quite right about this guy who was back facing me using the basin behind mine. Initially from my mirror reflection, he looked like any other ordinary guy checking out his hair and styling it while singing a song. Actually it was more the song that started to get me all nervous. He was singing something he very probably made it up himself and I would have not thought much about it until it got more audible by the moment. He started with his lyrics on how this chick presumably his ex girlfriend spurned his attention, ignored his love, decided to go out with another guy, broke his heart and how mad that made him. How he was going to kill her. Ok I made up the bit on killing her. Thought it would make my story be more interesting. Anyway, I figured it would be a very wise move to quicken the washing of my hands and slid out of the washroom as unnoticeable as possible.

Here’s where my carefully thought through plan A failed miserably and I didn’t have time for plan B. Bloody hand sensor taps don’t sense very well. None of the 4 sinks in front of me did. I was screaming under my breath ‘work damn it work! Quit the start stop flow’ ‘damn senseless sensors! Work! Damn you inferior quality sensors!’ ‘God! I am going to die here! I don’t want to die here....not here…Nooooooooooo.’ I can see the newspaper headlines now. Crazed singing guy who btw had a pretty harmonious voice decided it’s not worth living after his chick walked out on him ended his life and along killed crazed other guy trying to wash his hands over 4 sinks. The end. I didn’t even get to say my goodbyes to all the beautiful girls in Kobe and Osaka. Half of the population of beautiful girls there does not count as all.

Obviously I managed to get my hands washed after attempting it like a thousand times, exaggeration fully acceptable given the circumstances, and lived to tell this tale. I mean it would be pretty creepy if I didn’t make it and this was still posted. Awesome. Anyway I learnt something from this. Life is unpredictable. Next time I am going to say my goodbyes to all the beautiful girls in the country or state I am visiting when I leave them. Seldom you get a second chance. Hello my beauties!

Eye Diabetes

Firstly before I write any further, I would like to apologize to those who had been so kind to send their birthday wishes to me via sms and didn’t get a single response. Reason being I was once again back in Kobe and reunited with my love. Those who missed out on that post can read previous entry on my Kobe affair.

As it was an extended trip which included Osaka and Kyoto, I didn’t come back till 9 days later and hence any smses sent earlier were all deleted from the server because I do not own a 3G mobile phone. *Hint Hint.* So to all those that remembered and one who actually stayed up till midnight to be the first to wish me, my sincerest apologies for not responding and my biggest thank you. I am afraid I am not able to thank you personally because I do not know who actually sent out the greetings. Maybe she was the only one. In that case, I take back my thank you!

So once again I was back in Kobe and it was freezing which made me appreciate my beloved even more during the cold mornings and nights. Ok freezing is rather exaggerating I guess but then having come from a summer climate almost all year round, a perpetual outdoor air conditioner blowing cold air into your face making your ears and nose feel like they could break and fall off any moment was pretty awesome. Then it becomes not so awesome when you catch a chill which was what I did. Dumb ass. Coupled with less than 5 hours sleep 4 nights in a row with loads of beer, sake and vodka pump into your guts, a chill becomes a head splitting lung wrenching whooping cough.

So there, I successfully infected at least a quarter of Kobe and Osaka’s population spreading the love of my made by Singaporean flu cough bug. Kyoto was spared mainly because we were not there long enough, just half a day or slightly more, but man the cherry blossoms there though not fully bloomed were beautiful. I swear I am not gay but it was a gorgeous sight. Again I am not gay.

I don’t know if it is because of my coughing that affected my eyesight or it is really because all the stunning ladies from Japan gather in Kobe and Osaka. Almost every minute something beautiful and sweet cleanses your eyes. It was eye candy galore and I was concerned it may give me diabetes of the eye due to the overdose of sugaring in its finest form. In fact, I feared if I didn’t die from diabetes of the eye over there, I could have been killed in a road accident. It was hard to keep your eyes on the traffic while crossing the roads with your eyes peeled on the chicks there and everywhere. I couldn’t count on my colleagues saving me as their eyes were equally clouded by visuals of heavenly sent angels all around us. No, we were not consuming any illegal substances. Chewing gum does not count as illegal substance over there.

I wished I could speak fluent Japanese or at least understand it perfectly so that I could have seen a doctor over there. I couldn’t count on my colleague’s Japanese friend to save me either while trying to get medication from the local pharmacy. The dude was better in his English than his mother tongue. But thanks Isa all the way dude. You were a hoot and made the pain more bearable. It was utter misery to be blinking sick while the rest of your colleagues were partying or hamming up for the camera while sight seeing. So it was pretty understandable at least from my point of view why I was the happiest person on our departure day at Kansai International Airport. Never thought I would be so pleased to get to see a doctor who can speak my language or at least didn’t require me to play charades to explain what was wrong with me. 2 days of MC made me even more pleased.

Boobket.

It’s a new word that I have just created. Yes, you read it right. Boobket. Found in the waters of beautiful Thailand surrounded by the Andaman Sea. Ok so officially it’s named Phuket. But all I saw was boobies everywhere so I am still calling it Boobket. For a hundred baht, you get to laze on the beach chairs under the glorious blazing sun staring into the ocean with passing boobies casting shadows on your face every 20 minutes. Yeah the life of the average retiree, except that I am far from being able to retire and bulk of the boobies there were retireable. I mean who wants to stare at breasts of 60 year olds? You can go blind there. Oh oh not another one! What’s wrong with these people. You don’t flash your boobies unless you are 20 and yummy. Arrgh….it’s shriveled! Someone put a piece of cloth over that! Where are all the beautiful young things? All I see for miles with the naked, pun totally unintended I swear, eye were just rows and rows of roasted white bellies of retirees. They should just rename the place oldket.

My friend brought me to a Go-Go bar which was really aptly named as you really want to go there. Ahahaha. Ok it was pretty lame. Place was called Dragon something, I didn’t really notice as my eyes were peeled on the bikini clad ladies grooving to the too loud music. It was an eye opener which was helpful as I was getting really sleepy. Alright I promise this will be the last of my lame jokes. It was almost past my 11pm bed time and nothing was really going on there. Yeah ok I admit some parts of me are pretty close to being a retiree. Girls with number tags on their minimalist dress code will try their hardest to shake something on their body in the hope that will shake something in you to hand over peels of notes in baht. Boy was I glad we were seated away from the dance top. I couldn’t afford the generosity. Not when I was drowning in my math trying to work out the exchange rate. 1,000 baht is er 4 dollars or 40 dollars or was it 400 dollars? I just didn’t want to lose sleep knowing that I gave away like 10,000 baht to these beautiful happy ladies thinking it was only 4 dollars.

I was getting really bored with the senseless eye candy dancing when my eager waitress informed me that there will be a show coming up. Aha! Now we are talking. The ladies trooped down and were replaced by 4 uniformly dressed hotties carrying an umbrella each and did a choreograph number against Rihana’s Umbrella song. It ended with them fully clothed. I gave my waitress the eye that was supposed to say ‘You mean I stayed back for this Channel 5 background dancers show? I can stay home to watch this.’ She indicated that there will be more to what I just witnessed. So I gave her the benefit of the doubt and stayed for another session which came half an hour later.

In all I stayed back for 4 sessions of fully clothed choreograph TCS dance moves. Each time she gave thumbs up indicating great show coming up, each time I gave up half hour of sleep for the same thing in different clothing, different song but the same girls and same ending. With their clothes fully intact. It was almost 3 hours past my bed time, the crowd started to get excited and me dead tired when the real show started. Stream of ladies took to the stage with some clothing but ended up the dance with just their bikini bottom and a couple without it. Now that’s more like a show. Loads of boobies were on display with the only downside that half on show were well, fake.

As I recounted the tales of my first hand experience to my colleagues, a fairer gender asked how was I able to tell if they were fake. She hasn’t seen one herself so she wondered how do you differentiate what Mother Nature gave and what Dr. Phil gave in replacement. Well, to really tell the difference I said for one they don’t bounce when the body is dancing. The respond was ‘Well maybe she didn’t move enough for it to bounce’. Fine, I can accept that. The ultimate give away is when the body twists back and forth during those exaggerated dance movements, the made up moulds moved with in line with the body. Real ones go in the opposite direction. Tada! The answer to the mystical universe.

I left Phuket, Boobket or Oldket with a tip of a couple of thousand baht much to the delight of the hotel counter staff. Man, how little it takes to bring such a happy smile onto the face with a couple of dollars. Or did I give away a couple of hundreds by mistake? Doofusket! I now know how the title ‘Land Of A Thousand Smiles’ come about.

Nice Is In

Lately, I realized ladies are beginning to go for guys that are nice. Bad boys are well boring maybe. Gasp! Geeks are so yesterday. Now nice is the in thing. I lost count of how many times I get this compliment that I am such a nice guy and they got this friend they would like to introduce me to. Last count, I’ve even gotten a volunteer scout all the way up in Bangkok whom I believe at this moment is checking on the family background of all the nice, hopefully hot single ladies who like nice guys. I did throw in a couple of extras suggestions to her which would be a bonus to have, young, rich and her dad’s name’s Thaksin. My Thai scout said she will try her best. Come to think of it maybe I should have also given the full name in case she’s thinking of a different Thaksin.

Previously all I ever gotten with you are a nice guy statement was a not so nice ending. I just want to be good friends with you only. Now it’s I like you, you are such a nice guy. Will you not treat me as just a friend? Which is hard to say no to since I am supposedly such a nice guy. Guys are supposed to be thrilled by all the love declarations. I get all stressed up cos nice guys don’t break girl’s hearts. I hate being a nice guy.

My best friend told me recently that I lead an exciting life. He’s married with three young kids. I guess anyone married with kids will look at the single guys and go man you got it all set. I am frigging close to the big 40 and I don’t even have a family. How does that translate into an exciting life? Perhaps the very thought that you can sleep through the night without having once to get out of bed to change a diaper of a screaming baby is exciting. My biggest concern is when I reach the stage of my life where I have to wake up at three in the morning to change a diaper, I would fall into a slumber while in the midst of doing that and slam my face into a pool of warm pee. If I am lucky it’s only pee.

So once again, I am back on the market checking out what’s available for nice guys like us. I know I mentioned slow cooker’s for keeps but its taking forever. Perhaps she wasn’t even plugged in from the very beginning which means an even longer cooking time. 40’s beckoning and I doubt I can afford to redo the whole cooking process again. Now how does a nice guy tell a girl that he’s moving on? Or just do it the bad boy way. Don’t bother to even bring the whole subject up. Yeah being a bad boy is a whole lot easier.