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October 20, 2017

what the ladies do not know

My wife asked me this (this was some time back) one day, after some coffee talk with her bunch of female colleagues :

“If you get the chance to stay at home and be a full time house-husband, and I’d be the breadwinner of the family, would you do it?”

I reckoned that there must’ve been a wager of some sort between them, that men are full of ego, can’t live without status and staying at home is like a death sentence to their masculinity. Oh, how I wish I could tell them to their face how wrong they’ve been. But, I get to say this to my wife:

“Hell yeah! What a deal this is! I’d agree to it without a second thought!”

I could see some disappointment in her eyes with my answer. But it’s an honest answer. Seriously, if anyone could pay me to be at home and upkeep the family with just my pure labor, I’d sign up for it. It’s better than having an ego and make yourself toil out there with that bunch of simian assholes whom you’d call ‘co-workers’, and act like everything’s gonna be fine whilst you know your ass is up for a retrenchment in a matter of time. Every goddamn wage earner nowadays, dread of the time when there’s a change in management and his/her job is then on the line, wondering whether he/she is going to make it to the next paycheck without having to worry about having the means to sustain the current lifestyle.

And if you make an effort to improve your life like say, buying a new car or a piece of nice furniture, a little bit of you dies away with the grim thought of the consequence of this act if you were to fucking lose your job tomorrow. It’s a guilt that will never go away, and it’s gonna haunt you like your own shadow. Hence, the stress. Gone were the time when you can work for 30 – 40 fucking years without having to worry about a thing till your pubic hair goes grey. Everything is at warp speed and everything is temporary now. There’s simply not enough jobs for everyone, and the ovens that churn the cakes are shrinking in numbers due to modernization. The old farts are usually first to go, and the older you get, the more you are susceptible, and the harder for you to look for a job (who wants to hire an overpaid old fart?). Go figure.

I know being a stay-at-home parent isn’t easy (neither does earning wages out there). But at least you’re not competing with those suckasses who only suck dicks (and asses) for a living at home (you’d be the best, in fact), and you do not have to worry about job security. So hell yeah, I’d stay at home and not worry about those things. I think it’s a good deal.

(Some of my wife’s colleagues asked their spouse the same question – and they got the same answer).

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January 11, 2016

at your age??

I was in a pharmacy to quick grab something the other day, and was stuck in a queue at the cashier behind this middle aged woman (in her early or mid 50’s) in an office attire. She could have passed to most of us as the ‘lady boss look’, you know… bunned-up hair, light makeup, drab looking handbag. A typical finance manager kind of look, if you would like to imagine that.

Nothing off about her, except the stuff she was buying. She was holding a few packs of condoms, and a large bottle of Durex gel based lube (well, judging from her age, she must be as dry as a bucket of sand…). She nonchalantly dropped the merchandise on the counter, and asked the cashier if there are further discounts for bigger bulk purchase. The first thing that came to my mind was “What the hell?? At her age??”. No I wasn’t being judgmental or anything, but that’s just a thought that came out of reflex.

Anyway, fast forward a few weeks later, I went back to this same pharmacy again and this time, with my wife. My wife wanted to buy an ovulation kit for one of her colleagues, and I was there to accompany her. An ovulation kit is basically like the pregnancy checking stick, only that it checks for ovulation instead of pregnancy. Main purpose is to determine when’s the best time to have sex to conceive a baby (whereas a pregnancy kit serves no purpose except to deliver the good/bad news).

Naturally, like all other times when we were purchasing stuff, I had to be the one to queue up to pay for the merchandise. Holding on a box of ovulation kit, with disheveled hair and flip flops, it was there and then I realized that someone in the queue (it was a younger lady) could be looking at me and think the very same thought I had about the middle aged lady finance manager that few weeks ago – “What the hell?? At his age??”.

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June 18, 2013


One of the wackiest thing about my daughter’s school is, it has no dustbin or trashcan in its premise. Yes, believe it. No dustbin or trashcan.

The day that I attended the orientation at my daughter’s school, the old hag principal proudly exclaimed the fact that the school is an ‘eco-friendly’ school, and it produces no trash, as it does not have any dustbin or trashcan in its premise. Any trash generated by the students, will have to be brought home by themselves. That has got to be the dumbest shit I’ve heard in my entire life.

That’s like saying, in order to get zero food poisoning in an eatery, the premise would stop serving food altogether (just eat at home). I was so tempted to yell at that hag : “It’s not that you do not produce any trash! You’re merely transferring them out through proxy!” And eco friendly my ass. Instead of say, using a reasonably large communal trash plastic bag, you’re asking each student to bring the trash home with a smaller plastic bag, which I’m sure if you were to piece all of them collectively flat together, the surface area would be a few folds bigger than what it would take to have dustbins or trashcans – making the whole thing worse.

What happened to teaching our kids to be more civic minded? Why can’t they just have proper place to dispose the trash and teach our kids how to utilize them? Just imagine the effort it will require to teach them things as simple as disposing trash considerately, without real trashcans… “Girls, you need to discard your stuff in a trashcan. It’s not here, but you can imagine one”. I bet they’re going to imagine disposing their trash in the toilet bowl instead, especially those blood soaked sanitary pads. Good luck in getting those out, Einstein.

Fucking bollocks these people, I tell you.

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November 29, 2011

community dinner

A colleague went about the lunch table inviting everyone to his neighborhood’s community dinner or something. With his neighbors, whom he has known for probably tens of years. That was when I convey my admiration to him, that it is something that I could never achieve… for I – if you can’t already tell – am not a very sociable person.

Hell, I don’t even know any of my neighbor’s name. When there’s a need to refer them as a character essential for a conversation (with my wife), I’d just conveniently refer them as ‘the guy with a brown dog’… ‘the blimp couple who shed weight’… ‘the guy who works in [company name]’… ‘the Indian neighbor with fat kids’.. you get the idea. I’m just not the kind of person who would go around posing like I’m super friendly like that. Most of the time, when I see any neighbor near the elevator, I’d just go pretending to fumble for something in my car until he/she’s gone, and I’d get the elevator all by myself.

But lately, I think I made some progress. I could remember a couple of the kids’ names because some of them have been playing with my daughter Regine. I used to refer them as ‘that annoying kid who speaks with a lisp’… or simply ‘that little turd with long hair’. Now I remember their names. With names, I can refer to their parents as ‘[kid’s name] mother’… instead of something like ‘that fat bitch with cellulite’. I think I might on to something here. Maybe I’d remember some of my neighbors’ names in a decade or two… and invite everyone for a community dinner or something.

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December 7, 2010


I notice that I’ve been bitching a lot about things lately. Being too busy at work, I kinda took up bitching to even up the odds, lest I get constipated.

Anyway, just wanted to ask, have you guys ever seen someone and you get that feeling that he’s an asshole, even if you have never met him before? Well, there’s this manager for this function group which I support at my new workplace, I got that feeling about him when I first met him. I call that guy ‘Nosferatu’. I gave him that name because he fucking looks like one – fiendish look of a cross between a vampire and a mutated sewer rat. Lanky and old, with the complexion of a bloated dead puffer fish’ underbelly; if he stays still for a minute, one would surely mistaken him as a cadaver. Probably arm oneself with a wooden stake before going near him.

At first, I thought it was his looks, you know, being ugly as shit. But as I work through the first few weeks of my job, I started to discover that it was actually deeper than that. It was my sixth sense. Pretty much like what some animals experience whenever a big tsunami is coming to fuck things up. I get that strong feeling whenever he’s around. So I started to take notice of him, and kind of discovered a disturbing trend of his that pretty much underscores the suspicion. I kinda noticed that he has this fetish for people of Indian ethnicity (he’s a Chinese), people who are bald and bitchy girls who have big tits. He has about a few dozens of employees and treats everyone as equally as shit except people who fall into the combination or either of these 3 categories.

Indian, baldy or busty bitch.

Hell, if one were to look at this from a high enough angle, one will see that his department is slowly dividing into 2 groups. Fetish and non-fetish. And the numbers of the non-fetish group is dwindling (which consists of a bunch of really abled individuals in my humble opinion). So this guy is kinda like setting a really bad trend here with his fetishism. Man this is fast becoming like, an infestation. Or even discrimination if you want to call it. If you’re not dark, bald or bitchy busty, you’re fucked. So far, I have already had a significant run of problems coming from Nosferatu’s horde of good-for-nothing pets – a couple from a bunch of his Indians, one time from a stinking baldy of his and a few from his busty bitch secretary.

I think I have stumbled into a world of stinking office politics. This is not looking good for me at all. Someday, I’m gonna masturbate on Nosferatu’s keyboard to unbalance all his Chi, Chakra, zodiac rotation or whatever – so that all his Indians are gonna turn fair, bald honchos grow hair and his bitch gets a deflated pair.

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