Nice guys finish last...

Someone close to me sent me this... this... this I-dunno-what... But I thought it really made sense in some cases. I've always thought of myself as the good guy, the nice guy, but I don't know to what extent my self-assessment is true. Perhaps you could tell me, dear readers? If you please, comments with the statement numbers that apply... Much appreciated

1. I'm sorry that I bought you roses to tell you that i like you.
   
2. I'm sorry that I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk.
   
3. I'm sorry that my body's not ripped enough to "satisfy" your wants.
   
4. I'm sorry that I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised.
   
5. I'm sorry that I'm not cute enough to be "your guy".
   
6. I'm sorry that I am actually nice; not an asshole.
   
7. I'm sorry I don't have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things.
   
8. I'm sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club.
   
9. I'm sorry I would rather make love to you then just f**k youlike some random guy.
   
10. I'm sorry that I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date.
    
11. I'm sorry that I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at youfor puking in my car, but when we went out you went home with another guy.
    
12. I'm sorry that I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere, but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend.
    
13. I'm sorry if I start not being there, and being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new asshole comes around.
    
14. I'm sorry if I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work.
    
15. I'm sorry that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.
    
16. I'm sorry if you read this and know somebody like this but don't care... But most of all
    
17. I'm sorry for not being sorry anymore.
    
18. I'm sorry that you can't accept me for who I am.
    
19. I'm sorry I can ever do anything right, and nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world.
    
20. I'm sorry I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for.
    
21. I'm sorry that I told you I loved you and actually meant it.
    
22. I'm sorry that I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your bf was threatening you instead of spending timewith my family.
    
23. I'm sorry that i cared.
    
24. I'm sorry that I listen to you at night talk about how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always bitch and bitch to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies next time you're bitching, maybe look up to see who you're bitching to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?" Because the person you are usually searching for is right beside you.

You know you have it good...

Let's get this part out of the way, You know you have it good when you go out smelling of Paul Smith London for Men, and get back smelling of Givenchy Very Irresistable (obviously for women). Especially if not two hours ago you had presented a very special someone with that very scent.
That should be enough information for you gossip aficionados out there.

Departing from that fond reflection, I noticed last night some differences between clubbing in Penang and Newcastle. Culture shock had muted my senses so much so I failed to register any such difference when I first landed in Newcastle. Realisation kicked in later, but all I realised wasn't the whole nine yards.

Figures hurt. I arrived at Glo yesterday a little earlier than the others did, and paid the RM35 cover charge to get in and stake our claim for tables and floor space. Too soon after, the other three guys arrived, Kit, Benson and Han Ker. We decided to share for a bottle of Chivas which costed each of us RM70. That would make my total expenditure for the night a whopping (or so it seemed) RM105, oh wait... RM109 including the parking charges. That hurts doesn't it? But wait. I've been studying in the UK, among other things such as clubbing and emptying my wallet. Why bother keeping count in MYR when I can do so in GBP? Lets see... some quick math.... RM109 divided by 7 (a rough approximation of the exchange rate).... that makes... that's about GBP15. That's nothing. Not a dinge on the body work. An average night out in Newcastle takes up about GBP30, for guys at least. Shit, that's 200 big ones in Malaysia...

Yet that concerned me, at the time. Now that my wallet is as bare as Mother Hubbard's cupboard, leave the RM1 notes, that kinda hurt.

Perhaps I should not do this currency conversion as an exercise of convincing myself it's not all that much. Perhaps it should be done in reverse. The next time I spend GBP15 in the UK, I should convert it back to MYR. I did for awhile at first when I first got there, but the effect of conversion wore off. A return to those ways, perhaps? I think so. I have been exceeding my budget as of late, therefore.... cut back time.

*smile* ----> from re-reading the first paragraph of this post.

Snow (Hey... *splat*... d'oh!!)

I don't know what to make of the Pussycat Dolls. I went for their concert yesterday, along with another coupla thousand people, and a few friends. You, my dear reader, must know that I have nothing but pure appreciation (and *ahem*.. nothing else) for the FFF (Fine Female Figure) but yesterday I delved a little deeper into understanding the Pussycat Dolls. I saw them for more than their really really hot bodies. Quite a feat, I'm amazing, I know. But I saw that they were human after all (albeit really good looking ones). They exposed their vulnerable side on stage yesterday, amidst all the women-power subliminal messages.

Don't get me wrong, any of them are hot enough to make jellyfish get a hard-on, but that didn't change the fact that for the first half of their part of the concert, they were... erm... kinda stinky. It was quite obvious that they were content to let their songs rest on their laurels, just playing out hit after hit in a subdued fashion. I was quite determined not to let the anti-climax of a concert down my spirits, as I was up for clubbing after it. But the unexpected happened.

They got better. Of all their songs, I never thought that Stickwitu would be the one that brought them redemption from a flop of a concert. Probably figured that they could work the concert up from an anticlimax with a slow song. And work it did. Long story short, the concert didn't turn out as bad as it was going to be.

Anyway, got some souveniers for someone back home, knowing how much she loves the Pussycat Dolls.

Oh, and it snowed while we were in the concert.

BRB..... back!

Been in London over the weekend... and what a weekend! Two and a half days packed with walking and knocking off London landmarks off the to-see list. The Tower of London, Harrods... the lot! Did everything I wanted to do except see Madame Tussauds... I think.

I'm so tired now, just feel like sleeping the whole day through. But i gotta go get groceries and stuff... And Pussycat Dolls are tomorrow, gotta go get a glossy for them to autograph, though it's gonna be tough to fight thru the crowd to get to them...

Phil Edmonds. A musician, out in the cold on the streets of London, when with better luck, he could be at the very least a bar musician, a regular in the amateur musical outfit. Bought his CD, listening to it now, potential is definitely there. Interesting cover versions of No Woman No Cry and Tears In Heaven.

Seeing him out in the cold with so much talent makes me feel lucky to be born into well-off-ness. Makes me grateful for what I have, and inspires me to make use of full resources available to me... I had better!!

Hey now

Well... there's been nothing much to write here, that seems to be the only explanation for lack of posts here. Or I've just been lazy. There's always that.

Well, for lack of inspiration as to where to start, let's talk music. Lately, I've fallen into the Michael Jackson craze again... The only reason I can think of starts with my adoption of a pet in WoW being a black and white pet cat I wanted to name MJ, but the system wouldn't let me. Instead of falling upon names like Michael and Blacknwhite, I named it Moonwalk. There's a hint if there ever was one. So there's that. Then there's the fact that I'm going to see the Pussycat Dolls in concert next Saturday at the Metro Radio Arena. Why they would come to Newcastle i don't know, but as they say, don't question these things. Just accept and enjoy them. I'd probably provide the same response if a beautiful woman came on to me. Anyone know if any of the Pussycat Dolls have uncontrollable urges to slum? Oh, and Rihanna's performing at the same concert. Oh, damn... I gotta go search for a photograph of them Dolls, gotta have something for them to sign for Chean Ling.

Other than that... I've been hooked to Fresh Prince of Bel Air lately. Got seasons 1 thru 6.. but i particularly love the episode 4x04 where Will and Tyra have the fight circa the 11th minute. Now that's classic.

Interruption : While typing this, Tsubasa asked me for Nelly's music, so I'm listening to that now... Wow, it's been long since I listened to him. Coupla months at the least.

Well, gotta do my seminar for tomorrow, damn consumer protection law. And family law and intellectual property law. And medical law. Soon I'll say damn jurisprudence too. But all the other subjects I take, I'm fine with. Oh wait, there aren't any left. Fun times ahead.