Random Random

There there there, what did I tell you. My blog counts were going down right? Wrong. After another wonderful post on Mr Owen, the counts kept coming in. HAHAHA. So what shall we blog about today? Is there anything worth mentioning about?

Ok let’s start with a little whine fest. I have got no programs this weekend. Absolutely nothing. I think I should really take up a hobby rather than relying on my friends to ask me out. Was thinking to seriously learn cooking, we’ll see how it goes. I have to say that, luckily my gf did not complain at all regarding the non-activity.

It really have been all about work these few days. Just realise that this saturday got to go back office at 6am. Yes you read right, 6 bloody am. But then again, I tend to enjoy these so call pressure times. It feels more exciting. A chosen few have been asked to come back and lucky/unluckily I have been the chosen one. I think it will be great fun though.

Yesterday night, I went jogging with Hx. Jogging for her, strolling for me. I think we ran approximately 1km. Which was really not a lot. But the missus was already looking pale and sick. Thus the easy decision was to stop running. Then again, its better than not running at all. Some exercise is better than no exercise.

Being so random in this post, I will then talk about my office now. These 2 days have been a little hectic. A lot of meetings and meetings because my boss boss boss boss boss (about5-6 levels above me) came to present to us. Whenever such presentations are over, a Q and A session will be up. Most often, no one ask any questions. Like honestly whats there to ask?? I remembered a few times, a few people ask some really lousy questions. They got whack left right center ( i seriously think they should not be put down in front of so many people ). Though many a times I really feel like asking or more of challenging them on some decisions they make. But I stop short. Why Randy? I ask myself this while shitting just now. Cause I feel its not worth it. Cause most of the times, our question are more incline to our needs rather than the companies needs. Like for example, more money, more training, more budget. But if you were a businessman, whats the first priority – profits. So no matter how the debate goes round and round, only got company eat you, cannot be you eat company. No one is too important to a company, NO ONE.

Since we are talking on the topic of working. Have heard some gossips on some job opening. Pay is not too bad, about 40% better. But the problem is, its not something which interest me. Anyway I just want to note it down here, just to remind me if i ever regret not applying hahaha.

Actually recently got some topics make my blood boil. 1) was the rapists, those 3-4 malays and 1 chinese guy. Don’t what fuck their parents teach them. Seriously. Total disgrace. And they could still smile, oh Lord. God please don’t give me such a son. 2) regarding those ah long go disturb neighbours house. These mother fuckers also screw up. Anyway ah long reading my blog, if u disturb my hdb flat which my lao pei leave for me, and u bloody vandalise it though its not me whom owe u money. I fucking gonna kill you. I will track your own house down and gonna get you.

I believe in both cases, the deed could go ahead because of support. What support I meant? It is like when you are in a group then you will have more courage to do something. In fact, alone, they are just cowards (that is also why gangs will start). If they were alone, would they have dared to frighten people. I doubt.

Anyway let’s stop this post here, too random haha. Good long weekend to everyone!

Sign off: Lam Wing Yiu

Oh Wen

I have received a number of mails in my fan mail box. It seems my fans have been complaining about both the quality and quantity of my posts recently. But thing is, I’ve been suffering from writers block. And when you have writers block, nothings seems to come out from my brain. But today, makes for an emotional entry. A good time to have such a entry too, since thanksgiving day is just round the corner.

I had earlier promised to try to have a few entries on all my close ones. Sadly, I did not keep it up like many of my promises. But it is never to late to try to change, thus I will try to complete this ”mini” project. Today I will like to talk about someone I spoke to my gf about – Zheng Ah Boon.

It have always been on my mind, the next post on close ones will be for him, just that as I mention, I had writers block. But what triggered me now is because Huixin told me about how Mr Boon help her for my birthday surprise. And I was touch (all right all right, im not gay). So here goes……

The year was 1997, and I was looking forward to the first day of secondary school. I went to not so a good school, as my results were not good enough. Thus, somehow or rather I was prepared to meet a lot of crazy people. The first person I met was a certain Mr Ong Zhiwei, his cousin was same class with me in Primary school. Thus I use to see Zhiwei in my primary school bullying many kids smaller his size in the basketball court. But today’s topic is not on him so lets move on…

The second person I met was Mr Boon. He was as serious as you want him to be. With his hair comb to the side, and the all white uniform, he could have pass off as a Rafflesian.

In life, it is somehow base on fate. Whom you meet etc. So as we were in the same class, we bonded. From Manchester United to soccer to copying of math assignments. He was the man whom will definitely finish his homework and he was also the man who will surely let us copy. And copy we did, exactly the same, till the teacher know obviously what was going on. So as a country previously conquered by Japan, we improvised. We purposely copy and did some silly mistakes so as also not to sabo Guowen. We were too good for the teachers, weren’t we?

As Guowen was more guai (at least the teachers thought so), he was elected class monitor. He was my class monitor for 4 bloody years. What i strongly remembered was, he had a file which he had to mark attendance for every lesson. So he had to draw those small lines to show ”tick” whoever was present or not present. Thinking back, it was rather tedious, but then again, as what a type of person he is, he did it with responsibility. Even when I was late, he also will mark me late #$@#%#@%#!.

Secondary school was really great fun. We climb back gates, kick soccer, played basketball, failed maths, give nicknames to people, laugh at people. Just for laughs, the image of Guowen in secondary school was him with his green outdoor bag and a pile of books in his hands binded by a yellow book binder. Though he was often laugh at or disturbed by yes, he was more or less wan de qi (can play up). Of course he did got angry in secondary school days when we disturb him like siao, but I will put that to puberty. Though his during sec 3 sec 4 days, his hormones must have been raging hahaha.

So after we went of from secondary school, everyone had their own life. I came to know Chenghan and co, while Guowen also made his new friends. Luckily for us, we still kept in contact and met up now and then.

It was during army that we sort of drifted apart. I guess it is also because he went into army first, and we were still sort of enjoying life outside, thus we did not understand his difficulty in the army. This is because we tried to ask him out many times, but we got rejected often. The reason might be because 1) he had new friends or 2) he was really tired. But in the 2nd year of his army days, he was more relax and thus started to go out with us again.

I think Guowen is someone whom keep to himself more often than not. He is not someone who expresses his feelings freely. Cause Ive been waiting for him to say he loves me and give me ”only love” disc, but seems the wait have been fruitless thus far hahahaAHAHAHA. But jokes aside, I guess that is the way he is, and either as a friend you accept it, or you don’t.

There was 1 thing that have been my mind for a long time and that i really appreciate was when he was 1 of those that accompany me for  nearly everyday during my father’s wake. Not easy, because it was night till morning, night till morning.

Mr Zheng makes me laugh a lot and to be honest the talks have been rather enjoyable too.

Ok this post is like quite long, and my writers block syndrome seems to be kicking in. Let’s hope the friendship last and it’s strong enough to get over any huddles!

Guowen the Hokkien Ambassador: – ”*Cannot be printed*”

Jimmy

This was suppose to be out on Wednesday, wonder what happen to wordpress.

 

woah what a week. I thought year end can relax. Funny thing is, now i am own by 2 clubs. Joint ownership. And its like I got to play a game on wed and then play another on sat. To top it all off, no pay increase!! How can boss?!

But its ok. I just need more luck. More and more and more luck. Cause at the end of the day, it boils down to luck luck luck. Thats how im beginning to feel. No matter how good, how whatever you are, its just about God damn it, luck. So i hope my luck is not here yet, hopefully it is coming and not already gone! God, hello, im still alive.

So it’s midweek. I have sort of finally found a good tactic for my football manager. As manager of Manchester United, I have very big responsibility. And the pressure is huge. My record signing, David Silva is not performing. With an average rating of 6.8, he is really giving me a headache. But he’s one for the future, so let’s have a little patient. But that cannot be true for the lad with the slight slouch – Berbatov. He is beginning to frustrate me. He can’t score, can’t assist. I’m thinking to sell him off, and buy the much hype up player Dezko. But I might have to splash the cash again, not very wise for a club in debts. So i guess I just have to make do with youth. Oh and 1 more top news, I brought back the son of Manchester – David Robert Beckham. And best of all, he is freeeeeeee!! He will be joining us in January. Wages is around 55k. Worth it I tell ya. Anyway im on a unbeaten streak, 2nd in the table, qualified for semi of league cup, qualified for 2nd round of CL. So yea, Im still doing well. The best job ever!

Today there is also a funny incident. Sometimes I will meet Zw to eat, and we always go 1 duck rice stall which is not too bad. So at that place, there is a lot of private house, and this also means a lot of people illegal park in front of their houses. Which I think make some of them angry. But really, where else can we park. As long as we dont hinder traffic, I guess it is still ok to let us park for an hour.

So I park in front of this house, and this gigantic ang mor with Jimmy Bullard hair style came out looking tough:

Jimmy Bullard: Hey you’re parking at a stop sign.

Randy Orton looking tough: Oh really?

*Zw acting fierce and diao (translation: stare, in case u ang mor pai don’t understand) the ang mor.

Jimmy: Yeah, its a stop sign, and you don’t park at stop signs.

Randy: Everyone parks here.

*Zw inching forward a little at this moment. Me feeling safer*

Jimmy: Oh yah yah, so you park at the front of your house?

Randy with a snigger: I’m not rich enough to buy a house like that, but I would if I could.

Jimmy:  Ok but please do move your car.

Zhiwei to Randy: Yi kong simi? (what did he say?)

At this point, I already rather sian, from work, from school blah blah. I could have just lose it. Just…

But I look at Zhiwei’s panda face, with his orbit glasses, and he look at me like damn lost. I want to laugh. Not laugh at him. More of laugh at things in general. Because I realise how different everyone can be. Some people stand by what they think is right, stand by their goals, trying to reach it. But some just shut themselves from everything. Some do not try, for fear of failure, some dont even dare to mention what they want, for fear of failure or fear of people laughing at them. Why? All great man say, be contented and you will be happy. I don’t really buy that 100%, but i agree being contented is 1 of the variables of being happy. But then again, we shouldnt lie to ourselves. We shouldnt keep telling ourselves to be contented and not improve ourselves. Fine line there, try to find it.

Anyway I shifted my car. There was nothing to argue, on quiet thoughts, it was my fault. I should not park outside people’s houses. I was at fault so yah, if Im at fault, the logical way was to rectify it. I parked outside another person’s house, but the difference is, he didnt mind wahahaha.

All righty, enough of jokes. Time to go home. Have another wake to attend. Where is all this bringing me to?

The Cats

The lions have been officially in my books been renamed the cats. Or lets call them the alley cats. You can call them anything but you will never find brave, passion, hardwork along the same lines with our Singapore national team. I think it’s a culture thing, you know what I mean

Oh yea yea, I can hear you defending yourselves. I can hear you screaming in my ears that im a arm chair critic who knows shit about soccer. But since I can get my foot stuck in when im playing for my friends, who is to say I cant when I play for my country. Least I do is run till I can’t run. And instead of defending your lousy display, why not look yourself in the mirror and think how lucky you are. But you shit houses, played worst than shit houses (Im so mad, i dont think this even make sense).

You guys (the national team), went to the local newspapers to rally the supporters to come. So here we are, 20000 of us braving the cold wind and rain. And what kind of mother fucking (To my gf is a gangsta: pardon me, if not for you it would have been more vulgar) standard of play did you give us? Seriously time and again you disappoint me. You can say Im a arm chair critic but you cannot say im a fair weather fan. Because i went to nearly every single home game of you lions cats. I went when60000 people came, i went when there were only 5000 people. And i stayed till the end for every match. Including that disgraceful 4-0 trashing from Malaysia.

You said, ”please come and suppot us”. But whenever you had a chance to prove to us that we should keep coming, you screw up. You played like wuss. A couple of shit houses jogging around. Where’s the passion?? You are earning more than the average Singaporean. In my own estimates, an average national team player should be earning around 6000 a month. 6 fucking thousand, and you have no passion?? The worst thing is you are doing something you like, its like asking me doing sex for 6000 a month. I bet you I’ll be passionate and I’ll even apply lip gloss for effect.

And the foreigners. Oh my God. oh my oh my God. You guys also disappointed me. Thats all i can say about it.

10 years have passed? Mr Raddy, where’s the results? We are still no where in Asia. I thought we wanted to start from the bottom? From schools, grass roots etc. I dont see it dude. What i see is a couple of comedians on the field. Noh Alam Shah WAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Singapore soccer is what it is today because the culture is very wrong. We pump in millions and millions of dollar a year. Which I think should be put in better use. I can assure you guys at the top, we are going nowhere. You can continue wasting our money on these losers, but then show us the farking results. If not, step down, every single 1 of you should step down.

The Lions

You know football is my only hobby. I’m not a excellent footballer but i really love the game. Humans aside, i think football is the only thin that makes me happy.

I’ve supported Manchester United even before i was born. Because my dad love them. In fact my whole family, uncles, all supports Manchester United. According to my dad, it was the european cup win that swept them off their feet. At that time, my dad was about 12 years old. Luckily for me, he didnt support the damn reds.

During my primary school days, the malaysia cup was very hot. My dad was a season ticket holder and i could go to matches if i got good results in my exams. So basically i went to all the home games. It was damn fun, and the atmosphere was 10 times better than watching bar top dancing. I really really miss those days. Sometimes my mum and sis will do a Gibson like cameo appearance and go to the games with us.

But in recent times, Singapore football have been in the doldrums. The attendance have sadly decrease to such low levels in games held in the national stadium that you can sit with your leg open till you tear a muscle from over stretching.

This saturday, Singapore welcomes Thailand. The best team in south east asia in my opinion. We need to win to have any chance of qualifying for the asian cup. But i believe the attendance will be damn lousy. But as this week there is no epl, so hopefully we will see better attendance. Go lions go!

Most likely I will be there, unless it is raining, or have other things to do. We’ll see… Hopefully if im there, i will not be disappointed. Good lucky my friend, hope you have some time in the game.

 

It’s All Right, I’m Ok.

Hello! I’m back from my enjoyable Genting trip. A couple of days away, without worrying about anything, makes you feel happy yea.

Anyway I realise i do not have much form to blog. Not much creative juices can be squeezed out nowadays. Of course I got many 2 cents to give around, but guess i’m more bothered about my own well-being now. I feel sad the amk guy had to commit suicide and from reports, seems the wife not a very good person. But so what? Nothing I can do, even if i did something, it will be forgotten. That’s how life works based on my experience.

Recently I got an sms from a ”close friend”, whom I know since secondary school days. He sms me: ”eh got spare cash?” I replied without missing a beat – ” no, i do not have.” You know how I feel? I feel like a bloody atm. You say the password, and then i lend you a few quids to help you pass by the month. And then you return the money when you get your pay, nothing is remembered, nothing appreciated. And funny thing is, the sms to borrow money sounds as though i’m obliged to lend. ”eh got spare cash?” – come on, give me a break.

And you know what’s happen next, i couldnt help but sms another ”is it urgent?”

Anyway he said no and the story ended.

I know maybe some of my friends thinks im being harsh. Or maybe feels why am i complaining and complaining. Firstly, this is my blog really, so yah, I get to say what I want to say. It might be how I feel right now, or how i felt yesterday, or maybe how I always feel. Secondly, regarding the above incident, I thought for a moment after it. I couldn’t find a reason to do it. I just couldn’t. Maybe 1 reason, but that, I felt I’ve repaid to all of my friends or more.

When I ponder to think calmly whether I should help. The more I thought, the more reasons I found not to help. So yah, having decided to think carefully before helping anyone, I made a decision not to.

Of course, we will always help people whom are deserving. Whom have been or been trying to treat me as a true friend. Yes we try not to be calculative, but the key word is being deserving. I can’t judge if a person is right/wrong, im not God. But at least I can decide the way I want to lead my life.

Some might have my back. When I fall, they will try to hold me. Some are sneaking behind my back, waiting for me to fall. But truth is, I’m not going down.

”Bless everyone!”

My Thoughts

I have officially decided yesterday that I will never be over helpful to any of my friends. Actually this topic have been far discussed between my dear friend, Chenghan, and me. Initially I was against his idea of a matching theory, but after thinking for a good 2 months, I realise I could not find much fault with what he have said.

In a normal capitalism market, you pay for what you get. Meaning there is a trade done by party A and party B. Party A may produce a product which part B is happy with, so party B will part with his cash and give it to Party A. The product gives a level of happiness in B and the cash will also give a level of happiness in A. So in short, both of them are happy, cause they exchange something. 1 gave and 1 got a return.

In relationship it is the same. When you give something, you expect something in return. When there is no returns, you will feel unappreciated.

Many of you guys reading my blog are either my primary school, sec school, JI, work friends. So to put it rather bluntly and in your face – this blog entry is for you. Of course that does not mean if you are reading this, means that you have irked me.

I’m not angry when I think of it, more of disappointed. There are so many so many incidents. But if I voice out the incident, no matter if it is right or wrong the other party would be offended. Maybe because of pride or ego. But people tend to be defensive when criticised.

I don’t want to harp much on what happen recently or before. I repeat myself, its a cumulative thing. I don’t want to shock anyone with my actions in future, thus I will list down the things I will NOT do anymore. If anyone do not understand, or do not agree, think about it, which friend have been more steady than me. I dare to say it in any of my friends face, more often than not, I most steady. If you do not think so, maybe a lot of things you have forgotten or maybe you just thought it was ”easy” to do. Or maybe you thought that I SHOULD do it.

And it’s not I meant to be fair all the way. Or does it mean im being gei gao. Its really about being know how to ”cho lang (hokkien)”. I really don’t see it.

The Randy-will-not-do-anymore list to the not deserving:

1) I will not fetch anyone to anywhere unless super on the way.

2) KL trip being the last trip that I consolidate or organise any events (includes friday, saturday, sunday outings).

3) I will not offer to pay first. Definitely.

4) I will not treat anyone anymore.

5) I will not give my 2 cents.

Actually in fact, as you can see where im coming from, im really not interested anymore to go out. I will only go if i enjoy it, and not to maintain a relationship. Unless the other party whom  ask me out have wanted to maintain a relationship with me. If not i will only go if i know i will enjoy myself.

I really think that I have wasted my time on some group of friends. In fact, I felt i spend so much effort in maintaining these relationships that I neglected people whom are appreciative of me. In fact I will go as far to say that not only did i try maintaining my friendship with my own friends, i also tried to maintain friendships of my friends. As in I hope friend A will have a good relationship with friend B.

Ok have nothing much to say already. Comments have been deactivated cause I do not want to go into any debate. As I mention, I thought for a good 2 months. And in these 2 months, I start to look out at how everyone acted in every situation. Really disappointing. Fact is humans are very selfish people, very very disappointing.

”Causes Stain, Stay Away!”

Simply Simple

“IF you really want to know why the financial system nearly collapsed in the
fall of 2008, I can tell you in one simple sentence.”

The statement came from a man sitting three or four stools away from me in a
sparsely populated Midtown bar, where I was waiting for a friend. “But I have to
buy you a drink to hear it?” I asked.

“Absolutely not,” he said. “I can buy my own drinks. My 401(k) is intact. I got
out of the market 8 or 10 years ago, when I saw what was happening.”

He did indeed look capable of buying his own drinks — one of which, a dry
martini, straight up, was on the bar in front of him. He was a well-preserved,
gray-haired man of about retirement age, dressed in the same sort of clothes he
must have worn on some Ivy League campus in the late ’50s or early ’60s — a
tweed jacket, gray pants, a blue button-down shirt and a club tie that, seen
from a distance, seemed adorned with tiny brussels sprouts.

“O.K.,” I said. “Let’s hear it.”

“The financial system nearly collapsed,” he said, “because smart guys had
started working on Wall Street.” He took a sip of his martini, and stared
straight at the row of bottles behind the bar, as if the conversation was now
over.

“But weren’t there smart guys on Wall Street in the first place?” I asked.

He looked at me the way a mathematics teacher might look at a child who, despite
heroic efforts by the teacher, seemed incapable of learning the most rudimentary
principles of long division. “You are either a lot younger than you look or you
don’t have much of a memory,” he said. “One of the speakers at my 25th reunion
said that, according to a survey he had done of those attending, income was now
precisely in inverse proportion to academic standing in the class, and that was
partly because everyone in the lower third of the class had become a Wall Street
millionaire.”

I reflected on my own college class, of roughly the same era. The top student
had been appointed a federal appeals court judge — earning, by Wall Street
standards, tip money. A lot of the people with similarly impressive academic
records became professors. I could picture the future titans of Wall Street
dozing in the back rows of some gut course like Geology 101, popularly known as
Rocks for Jocks.

“That actually sounds more or less accurate,” I said.

“Of course it’s accurate,” he said. “Don’t get me wrong: the guys from the lower
third of the class who went to Wall Street had a lot of nice qualities. Most of
them were pleasant enough. They made a good impression. And now we realize that
by the standards that came later, they weren’t really greedy. They just wanted a
nice house in Greenwich and maybe a sailboat. A lot of them were from families
that had always been on Wall Street, so they were accustomed to nice houses in
Greenwich. They didn’t feel the need to leverage the entire business so they
could make the sort of money that easily supports the second oceangoing yacht.”

“So what happened?”

“I told you what happened. Smart guys started going to Wall Street.”

“Why?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, making a practiced gesture with his
eyebrows that caused the bartender to get started mixing another martini.

“Two things happened. One is that the amount of money that could be made on Wall
Street with hedge fund and private equity operations became just mind-blowing.
At the same time, college was getting so expensive that people from reasonably
prosperous families were graduating with huge debts. So even the smart guys went
to Wall Street, maybe telling themselves that in a few years they’d have so much
money they could then become professors or legal-services lawyers or whatever
they’d wanted to be in the first place. That’s when you started reading stories
about the percentage of the graduating class of Harvard College who planned to
go into the financial industry or go to business school so they could then go
into the financial industry. That’s when you started reading about these
geniuses from M.I.T. and Caltech who instead of going to graduate school in
physics went to Wall Street to calculate arbitrage odds.”

“But you still haven’t told me how that brought on the financial crisis.”

“Did you ever hear the word `derivatives’?” he said. “Do you think our guys
could have invented, say, credit default swaps? Give me a break! They couldn’t
have done the math.”

“Why do I get the feeling that there’s one more step in this scenario?” I said.

“Because there is,” he said. “When the smart guys started this business of
securitizing things that didn’t even exist in the first place, who was running
the firms they worked for? Our guys! The lower third of the class! Guys who
didn’t have the foggiest notion of what a credit default swap was. All our guys
knew was that they were getting disgustingly rich, and they had gotten to like
that. All of that easy money had eaten away at their sense of enoughness.”

“So having smart guys there almost caused Wall Street to collapse.”

“You got it,” he said. “It took you awhile, but you got it.”

The theory sounded too simple to be true, but right offhand I couldn’t find any
flaws in it. I found myself contemplating the sort of havoc a horde of smart
guys could wreak in other industries. I saw those industries falling one by one,
done in by superior intelligence. “I think I need a drink,” I said.

He nodded at my glass and made another one of those eyebrow gestures to the
bartender. “Please,” he said. “Allow me.”