The reason for the duff's absence was that he has had a major shift in his life once again. A few days after his birthday in April, he was called up for an interview, and he got the job within 2 days. So once again, he's back into the slave pen.
However, this was a job he actually didn't mind doing, or deep down even wished for it. He gets a good pay to trade in the huge foreign exchange markets of the world with OTHER PEOPLE'S MONEY. In essence, he gets to trade, and while he has his targets to meet, it affects his own pocket less directly than how he used to do for the last year.
Thus, he had to change his whole mindset. Back to work, getting proper clothes, trying to get in shape due to said clothes (after a year in boxers, he has forgotten what long sleeves feel like and how a paunch looks to others under the thin veneer of cotton).
So once again, a boss, early nights to bed and earlier than usual dawns of torture. Fatigue, having to make pleasantries and being pretentious are now a daily affair. And he's loving it.
For since he was but a lad, he had always wished to be able to work in the middle of the financial district, to wear stuffy clothes and eat overpriced food for lunch, and go for a drink in the evenings at the pubs by the river.
Pity reality has other plans besides those. Instead, he has to do homework, going home early only to carry on watching the markets. A boss with high expectations and higher targets for him to meet means only more stress and higher blood pressure, which in his geniality, is as good as a death curse. Not forgetting the fact that he usually sucks at trading save for the occasional home runs leave much work, research and character building to be done.
Once again, another hard year ahead for him. Just last night he was once again wondering when the drudgerry will end, and when he would be able to rest on his laurels. 20 years? 30 years? Never? He reminded himself on how green the grass always is on the other side. How he used to want to start work when he was studying. How he wishes he could play freely as he did in school, once he started work. Then he remembers things like fighting spirit, rising to the occasion, and conquering odds and adversary.
Delusional? Which is nature's equilibrium for the human condition? Which is the Truth?
Monday, June 04, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
You Know Truths
I haven't dumped some truths onto the ether for quite awhile.
I think its time.
These are called You Know truths. They are the facts of life that everyone knows, but do not share.
1. You Know that your fart is bad when it eventually diffuses until it reaches your eyes, it stings.
2. You Know that you are godforsakenly lazy when you refuse to move to wipe your snot as it oozes down past your chin, and threatens to drip onto your clothes.
3. You Know that your body hates you when as you peel thick skin off your toes, a flake is propelled at light speed into the space between your thumb and its nail, splitting them apart.
4. You Know that you've scooped up enough dogshit for one lifetime when as someone flings a newspaper near your face and you get a whiff, a gag reflex occurs.
Thats all I've got for now. More to come I'm sure. Please feel free to contribute your own You Know Truths.
I think its time.
These are called You Know truths. They are the facts of life that everyone knows, but do not share.
1. You Know that your fart is bad when it eventually diffuses until it reaches your eyes, it stings.
2. You Know that you are godforsakenly lazy when you refuse to move to wipe your snot as it oozes down past your chin, and threatens to drip onto your clothes.
3. You Know that your body hates you when as you peel thick skin off your toes, a flake is propelled at light speed into the space between your thumb and its nail, splitting them apart.
4. You Know that you've scooped up enough dogshit for one lifetime when as someone flings a newspaper near your face and you get a whiff, a gag reflex occurs.
Thats all I've got for now. More to come I'm sure. Please feel free to contribute your own You Know Truths.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Midweek with no view
The Duff is continuing his hiatus from reality today, and thus I'm to the fore, enacting my brand of anarchy on this world.
BBC news networks never fail to depress the duff each morning on his sojourn to his lil' bro's school in Balastier. Today's news included concentration camps in Ethiopia, Suicide bombers in Casablanca, Al Gore organising a concert for Global Warming and Man U trashing Roma 7-1. All depressing news.
The concentration camps reminded me of Guantanamo, where the detainees have been held like hostages for years on end, since the Americans invaded Afghanistan. The Duff cannot imagine having one's life fucked up so, with no hope in sight, and a never-ending fear that your life is out of your hands, at the whim of the red-neck with the M-16 on the other side of the bars. The best years of your life ebbing away just because of the unlucky roll of the die of life allowed you to be born a certain race, and in a certain geographic location, and that you reacted almost like a hostile terrorist when the aforementioned red-neck (because honestly, they all look the same) busted into your house and dragged your teenage son across YOUR living room by the collar, and hollering words you cannot comprehend.
Thank the gods that we have due process, a "just", westernly system of law, and only have to put up with arrogant, elitist, over-paid civil servants.
And apparently there are rumours that the camps in Ethiopia may have the CIA behind them. There's been lots of talk of CIA operations all over the world, indulging in espionage, especially kidnapping hostages without reason, or rather, their own reasons. Really interesting stuff. Go google around and find out more.
The scenes in Casablanca were like those out of a Bond movie. Suicide bombers running away from the cops, on rooftops in the shanty towns, and pedestrians running for their lives. When one of the bombers was cornered, he literally threw himself off the rooftop, onto the cops and killed them all. Such a tragedy. And this occurs due to the riches and spoils that the only some people seem to be obtaining from their close relations to the United states, and not being shared with the entire community. Disenfranchised youths are truly a dangerous bunch when organised.
So Live Earth is a concert being organised by Al Gore, Prophet for Global Warming, to increase funds in the fight against the genocide on nature. An oscar and every other government jumping on the bandwagon, endorsing his message, stating that the world is going to hell, and its due to our disastrous efforts at maintaining the delicate balance that is life, the universe and everything. Its because we drive cars and eat all we can, we do not recycle, we burn everything, blah blah blah. Our CO2 is causing global warming, polar caps are melting, sea levels are rising, our kids will have a horrible world to live in with El Nino and the chio-er La Nina.
What a load of crock.
How can a gas that makes up only a miniscule part of our atmosphere have such disastrous causes? Isn't our world always in upheaval, since the dawn of its existence? Even mankind has lived through amazing warm periods in the middle ages, and ice-ages when we hunted the mammoth into extinction. We will survive, no matter what. As long as we do not bomb ourselves into oblivion. The world won't kill us. We will kill ourselves. With more direct methods. Global warming... pfah! We might as well stop farting. It'd really help save the penguins.
Let's face it. Global warming is a farce. It is a make belief industry worth billions. It has political clout, and it has gone mainstream. Its like greenpeace has gone legit. Its like Gen X putting on shirts and ties. Its like Madonna with spikey metal bras writing children's books. Its like implementing dress codes on nude beaches. Its gone horribly wrong.
The industry works like this. From the absolute least connected, roundabout way. A biologist wants to study squirrel fucks and orgies. So he writes to his school board, and requests funding. But instead of a heading "A study in squirrel fuck", he writes "A study in the impact of methane from squirrel droppings affecting the forest ecosystem and global warming." Here you go, here's 2 million dollars and tenure. With your study, we shall get 10 million more dollars next year at the fund-raiser.
And what's with Man U's trashing of Roma, the Italian Serie A's number 2 team? 7-1 is crazy at the top flight level, and Roma should be ashamed of themselves, as well as their fans who were very violent the last round when Man U supporters went to their stadium, getting insulted, beaten up and stabbed at. I guess fate finds a way to even out all things. Its the Balance of the Force. 7-1, amazing. Much as I hate Man U's dominance of the game, much like the Chicago Bulls of the 90s, they are to be respected. All the Duff can do is wait for his new Arsenal Gunners to come of age and kick everyone's ass to the scoreboard.
Rant complete. Consciousness close.
BBC news networks never fail to depress the duff each morning on his sojourn to his lil' bro's school in Balastier. Today's news included concentration camps in Ethiopia, Suicide bombers in Casablanca, Al Gore organising a concert for Global Warming and Man U trashing Roma 7-1. All depressing news.
The concentration camps reminded me of Guantanamo, where the detainees have been held like hostages for years on end, since the Americans invaded Afghanistan. The Duff cannot imagine having one's life fucked up so, with no hope in sight, and a never-ending fear that your life is out of your hands, at the whim of the red-neck with the M-16 on the other side of the bars. The best years of your life ebbing away just because of the unlucky roll of the die of life allowed you to be born a certain race, and in a certain geographic location, and that you reacted almost like a hostile terrorist when the aforementioned red-neck (because honestly, they all look the same) busted into your house and dragged your teenage son across YOUR living room by the collar, and hollering words you cannot comprehend.
Thank the gods that we have due process, a "just", westernly system of law, and only have to put up with arrogant, elitist, over-paid civil servants.
And apparently there are rumours that the camps in Ethiopia may have the CIA behind them. There's been lots of talk of CIA operations all over the world, indulging in espionage, especially kidnapping hostages without reason, or rather, their own reasons. Really interesting stuff. Go google around and find out more.
The scenes in Casablanca were like those out of a Bond movie. Suicide bombers running away from the cops, on rooftops in the shanty towns, and pedestrians running for their lives. When one of the bombers was cornered, he literally threw himself off the rooftop, onto the cops and killed them all. Such a tragedy. And this occurs due to the riches and spoils that the only some people seem to be obtaining from their close relations to the United states, and not being shared with the entire community. Disenfranchised youths are truly a dangerous bunch when organised.
So Live Earth is a concert being organised by Al Gore, Prophet for Global Warming, to increase funds in the fight against the genocide on nature. An oscar and every other government jumping on the bandwagon, endorsing his message, stating that the world is going to hell, and its due to our disastrous efforts at maintaining the delicate balance that is life, the universe and everything. Its because we drive cars and eat all we can, we do not recycle, we burn everything, blah blah blah. Our CO2 is causing global warming, polar caps are melting, sea levels are rising, our kids will have a horrible world to live in with El Nino and the chio-er La Nina.
What a load of crock.
How can a gas that makes up only a miniscule part of our atmosphere have such disastrous causes? Isn't our world always in upheaval, since the dawn of its existence? Even mankind has lived through amazing warm periods in the middle ages, and ice-ages when we hunted the mammoth into extinction. We will survive, no matter what. As long as we do not bomb ourselves into oblivion. The world won't kill us. We will kill ourselves. With more direct methods. Global warming... pfah! We might as well stop farting. It'd really help save the penguins.
Let's face it. Global warming is a farce. It is a make belief industry worth billions. It has political clout, and it has gone mainstream. Its like greenpeace has gone legit. Its like Gen X putting on shirts and ties. Its like Madonna with spikey metal bras writing children's books. Its like implementing dress codes on nude beaches. Its gone horribly wrong.
The industry works like this. From the absolute least connected, roundabout way. A biologist wants to study squirrel fucks and orgies. So he writes to his school board, and requests funding. But instead of a heading "A study in squirrel fuck", he writes "A study in the impact of methane from squirrel droppings affecting the forest ecosystem and global warming." Here you go, here's 2 million dollars and tenure. With your study, we shall get 10 million more dollars next year at the fund-raiser.
And what's with Man U's trashing of Roma, the Italian Serie A's number 2 team? 7-1 is crazy at the top flight level, and Roma should be ashamed of themselves, as well as their fans who were very violent the last round when Man U supporters went to their stadium, getting insulted, beaten up and stabbed at. I guess fate finds a way to even out all things. Its the Balance of the Force. 7-1, amazing. Much as I hate Man U's dominance of the game, much like the Chicago Bulls of the 90s, they are to be respected. All the Duff can do is wait for his new Arsenal Gunners to come of age and kick everyone's ass to the scoreboard.
Rant complete. Consciousness close.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
F5
The Duff had his 28th Birthday yesterday.
He didn't really feel all that different. It was just another day. He worked in the day, and even exercised by cycling with his dog(yep, yes he can!), and bathing the creature after the run. As usual, he had dinner with his family, as he shares his birthday with his elder brother. He received some ang baos and an iPod nano, which was something he had been searching for, but was too cheap to obtain on his own expense.
He has had a weird 2 months since the last post. He had a phenomenal work month in March. The increased volatility and madness in the markets allowed him to have more entries, and an overall good form persisted. It was his first profitable month after a year of tuition fees. He wonders even now, whether he has turned a corner and is finally getting the hang of trading, or if it was just a fluke, and he'd soon re-join the rat race.
The Duff has been trying to pick up on his old reading hobby again. There was a time when he commuted a lot and read so much during those long trips on the bus or train. He misses those times when he explored the world and learnt of american ignorance and naivete in Time magazine, pipe dreams of screenwriters in entertainment journals, and of course fantastic journeys into the outer lands on our minds in fiction novels.
When he started driving, he got into audiobooks. He found them dry, and highly dependent on production values and the narrator's voice. One can only imagine how disastrous the voices are if they can massacre even the Duff's favourite Dune series of books. Only self-help books on audio seemed to work for him, but one can only take in so much new age gospel at one go.
The Duff needs to find his bliss again. He's losing his touch on reality. He needs to meet up with old friends. He needs to be reminded of what he used to be. He needs a larger perspective to plan the future.
His warcrafting stint is about over. His rogue character has reached the maximum level, and he's actually been playing a new character, starting all over again. So many hours of gameplay, so much time wasted.
The Duff needs a break. He's been "working" nonstop for a year now. While his work is more enjoyable than most and affords a lot of flexibility, it doesn't exactly bring home the bacon. That immeasurable stress as well as facing the judgement of loved ones had been piling on immensely. He's like Old Faithful, about to explode. At 40 minute intervals. Indefinitely. He needs a holiday.
Thats why I'm blogging. He's out for today. Out of his mind.
Parting words. To test if The Duff still has his adoring public.
Does anyone know how to fix a Write Delay Failure?
Did anyone here belong to a council of smartasses in junior college and wouldn't mind meeting the Duff and a certain Robin for dinner sometime?
Pool?
Spiderman 3 preview?
Blading?
Cycling huskies?
Investment property?
Woodbridge Institute for the Mentally off-centred?
Fuck.... Need to refresh... (F5)
He didn't really feel all that different. It was just another day. He worked in the day, and even exercised by cycling with his dog(yep, yes he can!), and bathing the creature after the run. As usual, he had dinner with his family, as he shares his birthday with his elder brother. He received some ang baos and an iPod nano, which was something he had been searching for, but was too cheap to obtain on his own expense.
He has had a weird 2 months since the last post. He had a phenomenal work month in March. The increased volatility and madness in the markets allowed him to have more entries, and an overall good form persisted. It was his first profitable month after a year of tuition fees. He wonders even now, whether he has turned a corner and is finally getting the hang of trading, or if it was just a fluke, and he'd soon re-join the rat race.
The Duff has been trying to pick up on his old reading hobby again. There was a time when he commuted a lot and read so much during those long trips on the bus or train. He misses those times when he explored the world and learnt of american ignorance and naivete in Time magazine, pipe dreams of screenwriters in entertainment journals, and of course fantastic journeys into the outer lands on our minds in fiction novels.
When he started driving, he got into audiobooks. He found them dry, and highly dependent on production values and the narrator's voice. One can only imagine how disastrous the voices are if they can massacre even the Duff's favourite Dune series of books. Only self-help books on audio seemed to work for him, but one can only take in so much new age gospel at one go.
The Duff needs to find his bliss again. He's losing his touch on reality. He needs to meet up with old friends. He needs to be reminded of what he used to be. He needs a larger perspective to plan the future.
His warcrafting stint is about over. His rogue character has reached the maximum level, and he's actually been playing a new character, starting all over again. So many hours of gameplay, so much time wasted.
The Duff needs a break. He's been "working" nonstop for a year now. While his work is more enjoyable than most and affords a lot of flexibility, it doesn't exactly bring home the bacon. That immeasurable stress as well as facing the judgement of loved ones had been piling on immensely. He's like Old Faithful, about to explode. At 40 minute intervals. Indefinitely. He needs a holiday.
Thats why I'm blogging. He's out for today. Out of his mind.
Parting words. To test if The Duff still has his adoring public.
Does anyone know how to fix a Write Delay Failure?
Did anyone here belong to a council of smartasses in junior college and wouldn't mind meeting the Duff and a certain Robin for dinner sometime?
Pool?
Spiderman 3 preview?
Blading?
Cycling huskies?
Investment property?
Woodbridge Institute for the Mentally off-centred?
Fuck.... Need to refresh... (F5)
Friday, February 09, 2007
Ride of the Century
Have you seen the greatest white elephant Singapore has thus far?
Thats right, I'm talking about the Singapore Wheel (or whatever name its gonna go with. Most likely we'd have a contest, and some stuffy suits will pick the worst name, like the Singapore Wheel™). Anyway, they are in the midst of its construction now, and it has the lower arch up. Everytime I drive by, I get all excited and full of ideas. If only they're constructing a Viking ride instead.
You know the Viking ride, right?! COME ON! Its just a ship on an arm and it whoops up into the air, giving you an eternity to spend in zero g, where your balls/boobs defy nature and get altogether misplaced. And then reality pulls you down. Your stomach turns inside out and you forget how to tie shoelaces. You want to puke, and you are so freaked. Then you look down and see all the other fools, and hope they do not puke on you when its their turn in zero g. Then of course there's that huge ass tyre in the middle that propels you when the ride starts and slows the entire ride down in the end. To quote Donald Trump," ITS HUUUUGE." And it looks downright nasty.
Now imagine this. We have this viking ride, and its the world's largest. 30 stories high, with unparalleled zero g time. Astronauts could get acclimated on this ride. We'd have another Guinness Book of Records entry, ride beside the one for the world's largest musical chairs extravaganza. Yep, I believe that was us.
Now this ride, it won't come cheap. Not too expensive though, not so much that when people ride it, locals especially, the drivers on the highway wouldn't laugh and say what suckers the riders are. Preferably less than the balloon ride we have (thetered of course, wouldn't want it to roam into neighbouring airspace), and definitely last longer than that stupid reverse bungee(which had maintenance issues, probably because it couldn't afford any). Who would want to spend money on a ride to get sick, when they could just walk another 100 metres for some strong brew of your choice. Wrong location, geniuses.
Ok, back to the Great Singapore Viking Adventure. Imagine the view you would get from up there, and with the phenomenal airtime, you would really be able to appreciate future sights like the cash cow (Oops, integrated resort, and all 3 tablets of it), the scrotum(Oops, the Esplanade I mean, and the phallic symbol in its background) and the empty commercial area that is now a reputable menagerie of companies but would then be a ghosttown of bucketshops.
In fact, Singapore is so small that we should just make the entire island a theme park. You can play soldier in the far west, play out all your sexual desires in the east, play scientist in our labs in the clementi region. The central region would be for retail space. 2 casinos for the risk takers in all of us. Faux beach getaways to the south. We do have good amenities in place like hotels, transportation and air/sea ports already. You can rest and relax in our various spas littered all over the island, or massages. Be treated like a king everywhere you go. An island/park wide railway system, food at every corner at hiked prices ALREADY.
We seem almost set for it.
hmmm......
Thats right, I'm talking about the Singapore Wheel (or whatever name its gonna go with. Most likely we'd have a contest, and some stuffy suits will pick the worst name, like the Singapore Wheel™). Anyway, they are in the midst of its construction now, and it has the lower arch up. Everytime I drive by, I get all excited and full of ideas. If only they're constructing a Viking ride instead.
You know the Viking ride, right?! COME ON! Its just a ship on an arm and it whoops up into the air, giving you an eternity to spend in zero g, where your balls/boobs defy nature and get altogether misplaced. And then reality pulls you down. Your stomach turns inside out and you forget how to tie shoelaces. You want to puke, and you are so freaked. Then you look down and see all the other fools, and hope they do not puke on you when its their turn in zero g. Then of course there's that huge ass tyre in the middle that propels you when the ride starts and slows the entire ride down in the end. To quote Donald Trump," ITS HUUUUGE." And it looks downright nasty.
Now imagine this. We have this viking ride, and its the world's largest. 30 stories high, with unparalleled zero g time. Astronauts could get acclimated on this ride. We'd have another Guinness Book of Records entry, ride beside the one for the world's largest musical chairs extravaganza. Yep, I believe that was us.
Now this ride, it won't come cheap. Not too expensive though, not so much that when people ride it, locals especially, the drivers on the highway wouldn't laugh and say what suckers the riders are. Preferably less than the balloon ride we have (thetered of course, wouldn't want it to roam into neighbouring airspace), and definitely last longer than that stupid reverse bungee(which had maintenance issues, probably because it couldn't afford any). Who would want to spend money on a ride to get sick, when they could just walk another 100 metres for some strong brew of your choice. Wrong location, geniuses.
Ok, back to the Great Singapore Viking Adventure. Imagine the view you would get from up there, and with the phenomenal airtime, you would really be able to appreciate future sights like the cash cow (Oops, integrated resort, and all 3 tablets of it), the scrotum(Oops, the Esplanade I mean, and the phallic symbol in its background) and the empty commercial area that is now a reputable menagerie of companies but would then be a ghosttown of bucketshops.
In fact, Singapore is so small that we should just make the entire island a theme park. You can play soldier in the far west, play out all your sexual desires in the east, play scientist in our labs in the clementi region. The central region would be for retail space. 2 casinos for the risk takers in all of us. Faux beach getaways to the south. We do have good amenities in place like hotels, transportation and air/sea ports already. You can rest and relax in our various spas littered all over the island, or massages. Be treated like a king everywhere you go. An island/park wide railway system, food at every corner at hiked prices ALREADY.
We seem almost set for it.
hmmm......
Thursday, January 04, 2007
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