Terminator make way for the Discriminator

What is Discrimination? Where do we draw the line ? How much of a joke is ok? How far can we stretch the "innocent" comments? Is calling someone Keling the same as saying I hate fat people? Let me explain...Lets say calling someone Keling, clearly you are implying you prefer non Indians. Now lets say there are 2 guys, one a super hot guy and the other a fat guy. If I would check out the hot guy and not the fat guy am I discriminating the fat guy cause I prefer the hot guy? By liking one and not another is it discrimination? Or perhaps Discrimination lives up to its big word when spoken out loud. There are so many categories of discrimination for example Age, Gender, Sexuality, Race, Language, Employment, Caste and even something as simple as Reverse Discrimination. Basically a term used on minorities who have issues with dominant and majority groups. Which I believe most of you reading this blog associate yourself with. Don't deny it, you know who you are :) Just cause some parents raised us to keep shut doesn't mean we don't think it. Than again that very same parents might also educate us to be honest with others and to ourselves. So who is the bad guy here? The one who is honest to make it clear I don't like you and who puts up his hand and says "hail Hitler" at the passing German minding his own business or the the guy who thinks "bloody Manjan" in his head when a Chinese guy cuts him off on a highway. As long no one heard that right? So I can't possibly hurt his feelings cause my parents raised me better than that? I am not a discriminator if the one I'm discriminating doesn't hear me.

I remember the first time I faced discrimination, actually I remember all the discrimination. The first time it hurt the most. Every time you experience a discrimination a part of your soul gets chipped off. You don't understand why you? Than you wonder what you did wrong. Nothing. Just wrong place, wrong time and facing wrong honest people. It was around my 3rd Discrimination when it stopped hurting. I realised that I didn't really like the people who didn't like me in the first place. So why should it hurt. I realised at 15 I was a discriminator. Just like them. Just like everyone else. I am no different from the girl standing beside me who hates poor people cause they are poor and I hate her, well cause I hate rich people. Than I got to thinking are there actually real genuine victims in all of these discrimination war that we are all fighting? Well I don't think so. Every single one of us is a culprit. We all hate or nicely put, rather dislike someone somewhere for a reason, whatever the reason maybe. While we are pointing our finger at one he is pointing at another, and wait... before you feel sorry for that poor soul, I suggest you turn around, he might be just pointing at you. Its a vicious cycle. So if you are reading this and you are so sure that I am wrongly accusing us all. Look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself, if you embrace everyone, you love all and judge no one. If your answer is Yes than Congratulations you are the next Jesus Christ! If your answer is No, welcome, you are human with issues. Join the rest of us sinners.

Ps: If you hate the one who discriminates, than my friend you are a discriminator.

M.T

I survived!!! Part 2

By this time Little Turtle had joined me at the observation ward and I was dozing off happily when suddenly a nurse pops up and drops another bomb, "Sorry sir, all our wards are full. However, we can give you a corridor bed at the same cost as that of a regular ward admission. Is that alright with you? " Hell no! So we asked if I could be transferred to SGH. To which I was informed that SGH was not affiliated to TTSH and I would need to go through the whole admission process again, including having the I.V needle reapplied. That pretty much decided it for me. We checked and found out that the affiliated hospital was Alexandra and agreed to be transferred over. As we were waiting for the ambulance to come pick me up, we were accosted by another patient. A harmless, drunk old man who just wanted to talk. He manages to wake me up, annoy the staff and pretty much everyone who was trying to sleep. Finally he gets himself discharged and leaves. By this time it's nearly 3am and I craving for a smoke. Add to the fact I had a I.V drip attached to me, it made sneaking out impossible. Finally a bit past 3 the private ambulance arrived and I was rolled out like an invalid on a wheelchair. Badly needing a smoke, I asked the ambulance driver if he could pull over somewhere so I could have one. Surprise, surprise, he opens up the windows and allows me smoke in ambulance itself! Thank you God!!! Finally I reach Alexandra and go up to the ward. They ask me to change into hospital garments only 3 sizes too big and tell me the specialists will be coming to see me shortly. In the meantime they send a China nurse who can barely speak English to fill out the admission forms... Go figure. Finally the specialists arrive and they immediately start poking and prodding my family jewels in their eagerness to examine the lump. A few minutes later they are joined by another colleague who is so excited that he even forgoes the gloves. What is it with doctors and prodding people in their vulnerables I'll never know. After much poking and prodding they pronounce me fit to have the lump removed by surgery at 8 in the morning. By now it's almost 4.30 in the morning, and I thought to myself, "Finally, some shut eye." But no!!! Did I mention I was in a ward full of geriatrics??? I ended up waking up every half hour, either to people screaming " Missy! Missy!", the bed alert going off or nurses waking me up to take my bp or some blood or the million other things nurses do to ensure that you don't sleep. Finally, 8am rolled in... Till next time,

Our thought for the day,

A hospital is no place to be sick.

-Nightwatch

I survived!!! Part 1

Weekends wise, the last one was one of the worse I've had. It all started a week back. As M.T knows and likes to laugh, I'm known for getting lumps in unmentionable places. As fate would have it, one developed last week and by Friday I was in agony. To compound it, I was running around doing errands for a week for my childhood friend, Mr Bear who had been admitted for 2nd degree facial burns because he has a fetish for flaming shooters and a face full of hair. Anyways, by 10pm on Friday I could barely sit down or stand for that matter. I was already at SGH at this point of time. And me being Mr Macho, I refused to go to the A & E to have it looked at. This, after being half crazed by the pain at work, I had taken a box cutter to the lump hoping to excise it myself and failing. After leaving the hospital, me and Little Turtle had taken the bus to go home when the pain became unbearable. Deciding that I should get professional help before I went postal and killed the bus driver for the torturous ride. I dropped and headed for the venerable institution, Tan Tock Seng Hospital. Reaching there I went through the admission process and had to answer rather silly questions like, " Did I fall and hurt myself" even though I had mentioned several times, "I HAVE A LUMP I WOULD LIKE REMOVED!!!" Finally I see the doctor who drops the bomb, " Sorry sir you will have to be admitted as the lump is an awkward position and we will need to see a specialist who will decide whether to operate. However it will be a day surgery and you should be able to go home by Saturday afternoon." Hearing this I thought to myself, being admitted for half a day can't be so bad... and agreed. After sticking me with the customary needles and shooting me up with painkillers, they wheeled me to the observation to await a place in the ward. Till next time,

Our thought for the day,

Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice?"

-Nightwatch

I want my ANG POW you crazy soap junkie BAT !... con't

Idiot: I need You to fire Alfred for me!

M.T: Are you out of your mind

Idiot: he is really old, he is forgetful, slow, extremely rude and lets face it, his cooking is bad to worst.

MT: I am not going to fire your Dad from a job that doesn't even exist! Anyways if its so important to you. Why don't you do it, after all he is your butler.

Idiot: I did, I mean I tried but nothing sink in you know.

M.T: What he say?

Idiot: he said "F ** K You". I mean how rude is that! He's suppose to be my humble servant. He gets very vulgar lately and super grumpy. His glory days are over. He needs to be fired, either that or I have to put him to sleep.

MT: You cant do that, I have not collected my ang pow money yet.

Idiot: You know what, you are a SIMPLE person. Shame on you. Anyways I have taken the Ang Pow for you and will give it when I think you are worthy of it.

MT: I have 1 thing to say. Words from a wise butler. F ** k You! Give me my Ang Pow or else! Anyways go away now, its time for my soap. Deal with you later.

Idiot: oh god ya almost forgot, Tracy just had the baby. You think Oliver will ever find out the baby is his?

MT: Not yet. They will drag the Mitch Lawrence story for a while now. They have dragged the snow storm for 2 wks now. Crap I miss my fav couple.

Idiot: Ya I miss christian and layla.

MT: OK ... you creeping me out, you are a big soap junkie for a guy you know that rite?

Idiot: yes I do and I am proud of it, so if you will excuse me I need to wax my legs, trim my eyebrows and find out if John gets caught for sleeping with Natalie. That bastard John how can he break Marty, s heart!

Batman never grows up (part1)

M.T: So I heard there might be wedding bells ...

idiot: I love weddings ... food, drinks and lonely single chicks! So who r we talking abt?

MT: YOU! Idiot. Rumor has it someone has your balls in her palm.

idiot: That my dear maybe true but there is no Weddings for sure.

M.T: why not? She is perfect.

idiot: exactly ... Perfect. I don't do Perfect. Perfect creeps me out. I love the crazy ones!

MT: Than why are you wasting her time you moron?

idiot: Because ... I am simply taking a break from the crazy ones, everyone deserves a break now and than rite?

M.T: Why are you so afraid of commitment?

idiot: I AM NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING! it just doesn't fit my profile.

M.T: what profile?

idiot: Hey that's what she said. So it was time ... it was time to reveal my secret. A secret that I have been burdened with all my life. A secret I have trusted only a few to know. A secret that you were the 1st to know. Which you have guarded with your life and never shared with anyone, since I told you when we were kids.

MT: OH GOD, Pls don't tell me you told her that?! Oh No. FYI I never told anyone because its STUPID!

idiot: Yes. I told her I was BATMAN.

M.T: What she say?

idiot: well 1st she sat there blankly, than she said if I wanted to break up with her at least I could have come up with something better like I was gay or something. Than she kicked me on my Knee and called me a Loser and walked off.

MT: That's it? The knee? She could have at least aimed higher. So what you gonna do?

idiot: what can I do, there is no place for commitments etc ... for a man like me. I am a creature of the nite. AND don't you judge me! It's not who I am underneath, but who I do defines me.

M.T: you mean 'what I do'

idiot: No. 'Who I do'

M.T: You are really an IDIOT!!!

idiot: Hey you encouraged the whole millionaire / crime fighter / bachelor profiling in the beginning!

M.T: For Christ sake. I WAS 12 YOU MORON!

M.T

Still No call from home

Uh the 2 weeks vacation was over in a jiff. Good times and stress bundled up in 2 weeks but its always is to see love ones. Christmas was cosy New year was quiet than it was time to be back to face winter. The dog was traumatised by her first experience in a pet hotel. In her head she thinks she was sent to rehab. She has changed to a new leaf. Acting more a lady compared to the pampered little bitch she was before we left. Than came the BIRTHDAY. A very interesting one I must add. A cool tart cake, adorable birthday song sang by the brat and presents ... Still no calls from home. Getting back to presents, my house keeper gave me a 3 in 1 Pilot pen with my name engraved on it ... cool. It is a little fantasy of mine since childhood to have a pilot pen with my name on it. Pathetic? I know! I am really low maintenance even as a child. Than she decided to give me a pen holder that looks a like a snow globe just no snow. ironically there are 3 polar bears floating on their ass around an island with palm trees. I wonder what is she trying to imply. Happy Birthday MT oh by the way global warming is creeping up on us all as you blow out your candles, which means you are not gonna live very long. Anyways despite a her sadistic move, I still thanked her like a good person my parents raised me ... still no calls from home.

Nice dinner at Westin and what better way to end the evening. Drinks. While sipping on my drink, I was reminded about the snow globe, which let me global warming, which let me to other world news ... than I came to the news I read in the morning. So stupid me started a conversation with the guy in font of me. Hey did you know ... Jordan wants 'their' dead sea scrolls back from the Jews. So the Jordan's have asked the Canada Government to seize the scrolls since the Jews loaned it to them for an exhibition. OK. 1st of all asking Canada to poke their nose into anything is as good as telling Switzerland there are actually poor people in the rest of the world. (BTW Tag Heuer has held my Tag for ransom, will get to that another time) So I don't see that happening. Than again holding onto what is not yours, to use finders keepers as an argument, you are not in 3rd Grade. This is like India finding an ancient chopsticks and claiming its theirs even thou they have no idea how to use it. Than I guess I must of hit a nerve. I forgot in an instant the guy I was talking to had a sensitive past to Jordan, I mean Lebanon or was it even Jordon? Oh man who would know. Well as expected from someone who has yet to learn so much more about principle I clearly understand he only took notice of the effected parties and not the principle as the core source of my point. I decide to let the moron off the hook, especially since he just downed a 12 year old whiskey. I paid and left ... Still no call from home. I got into bed and prayed. Selfishly I asked for patience, acceptance, unity and balance in the world. cliche I know but hell ya world peace will be nice not now but maybe for my grand kids. That will be Grand.

So still no call from home, My mom have no idea how to use a calling card, so she conveniently decided to wait till I call her to wish me for my birthday. When my friend The 'HUNK' called her to ask if she called me she said yes but no one answered. She didn't want him to think bad of her since she has a crush on him and is more eager to wish him for his birthday which is in a couple of days. I don't blame her, Everyone has a crush on him, even the guy I'd mentioned earlier. The sensitive one. Rumor has it that the sensitive one whom I prefer to call the one with the facts is the best in Singapore, Jordan/Lebanon, China and some say Kerala.

M.T

Confession of an Ex Trend kid part 2

A few days later ...

So there I was, on my couch feeling like a winner, after a 5 min fight to the death with a 6 year old for the remote control. Nothing to watch in particular just the usual channel surfing. So what if he was in the middle of show called 'Ben 10'.

Than there it was a familiar music and I was like ... No way. OMG I cant believe they are showing Beverly Hills 90210, the very 1st season at that. I turned to the Brat and said ...

Me: hey you know I used to watch this when I was a kid. It was the coolest show than.

Brat: Yucks, how old is this?

Me: not so old. Let me see ... maybe, Twen ... tter ... tee ... hrrmm years ago perhaps.

Brat: WHAT !!??!! 20 years ago?! Yucky ... they all look so ugly, and old.

Me: (taking a closer look and realised the Brat is right, I am kinda even embarrassed to admit I used to like the show.) Ya maybe but it was cool than and my brother used to buy me the T-shirts and books, everything Beverly Hills. I never missed a show. Mom and Dad hated the show and nagged me for watching it. I was so into it you know. See the guy here ... Brandon, Jason Priestley. oh my, I used to have a major crush on him. All girls did, and the boys tried to have his hair too. I was soooo in love.

Brat: that short guy? He is short like me and his hair looks funny. You love this funny guy? haaahahaaaa. That's so funny. Haaaahaahaa

Me: Look here you midget, I was young ok, when you are young you like things that are in. Beverly Hills was 'IN' at that time and it was COOL!

Brat: You mean like how Ben 10 is cool now and I like to wear all Ben 10 things?

Me: Yes Exactly, you got my point.

Brat: like how Kim possible is cool now, because she soooo sexy and the Jonas Brothers are cool too?

Me: Hmm I see where you are going with this. Well ... Short One ... Lesson learnt. Here is the remote ... knock yourself out. By the way, 1 day when you are my age you are so going to be embarrassed you used to like these stuff. Till than I need to go now and try to erase the memories of me proudly wearing my Beverly Hills T-shirts as a kid.

M.T

Confession of an ex trend kid Part 1

A convo with a 6 year old Brat

I enter the room...

Me : Oi, why did you switch off the telly?

Brat : I wasn't watching TV

Me : Don't lie to me, I heard the TV, oh man...were you watching 'Myth Busters' again. You know every bloody time you watch that you start having crazy ideas to blow up something in the house!

Brat : Nope not 'myth busters'

Me : give me the remote you little monster....wat the? seriously...Hannah Montana?! I thought you said you are so over that chick and that she is so last year!

Brat : I AM NOT WATCHING HER!!! The Jonas Brothers are on the show today.

Me : That's even worst. They are like the 3 stooges just gay. Seriously Jonas Brothers?...how can you sing to 'Kiss', rap to 'Fort Minor' and actually like the Jonas Brothers?

Brat : They are OK, girls like them. So they must be cool.

Me : well I guess you are right, at least they play instruments. Its not as if its the Backstreet boys or something.

Brat : who are the backstreet boys? Never mind. Can you go away now PLEASE. 'Kim Possible' is coming soon.

Me : KIM POSSIBLE?! That's a girls Cartoon. I really worry about you, Pls tell me 'soulja boy' is guest starring in this one.

Brat : Nope no one. I just watch it cause she sooooo Sexy! She kicks the bad guys butt and still looks Sexy. Soooooo Sexy. Hmmmm.....GO AWAY!

Me : Fine, I'm Leaving. Bloody weirdo.

Brat : I HEARD THAT!

Me : OH YA. HEAR THIS, THE JONAS BROTHERS ARE NOT COOL!!!

M.T

Someone...Anyone Get Me Out Of Here!

Anger...

Anger, who has not been, at one point or another? Totally outraged and enraged? But how do you react in that state? Some brood, which is what I do by the way. Some become abusive and there are few who completely lose it and feel that their fists should do the talking. Unfortunately, these select few also feel that only their point of view is correct and there are no grey areas. Grey areas, which by the way, they use to their own ends when the shoe is on their foot. They don't seem to realize that sometimes not everything is cut and dried and that a fine line needs to walked to keep the peace. They also don't seem to realize that someday they are going to pick on the wrong person whom is going to knock the stuffing out of them or worse, sic the cops on them. Use the grey matter god gave you child. Don't let your pride, feelings of superiority or your so called "righteousness" stop you from thinking things through. Ultimately, there may come a time you nay need to turn to this person for help and they may not be there when you really need them. Till next time,

Our thought for the day,

If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will avoid a hundred days of sorrow.

-Nightwatch

Whats with you guys and the computer...seriously

Oh man that is hilarious. Hmm actually where have I seen that before? oh ya I have seen a grown man do it almost every weekend. Well at least a little milder, how shall I put it...as delicately as possible...more maturely? I guess, we all agree that how important it is to stick to the facts. Don't wanna mess with 'Facts' do we now. Coming back to the video the guy who uploaded it not only translated it for our amusement he also mentions at the beginning of the video that, quote " this little retard is the worst example of the German people...seriously" I wonder what he meant by that...hmm I guess it will stay a mystery.

SO, what I have to put up with, which is plenty by the way, you being a pathological idiot and all...hey wait is that even a condition? Anyways I guess we are even. You know what I mean...for instance Smelly feet, temperamental mood swings, not understandable accusations ? Can't this be an expression of love in an ulterior degree ? Yes it can, you idiot!

M.T

Heel or not to Heel

As much as I would love to wear heels every waking moment of my day, I can't. It fucking hurts too much. I remember the good old days when I could wear heels to work stay in it for 8 hrs, go on to clubs and dance in them for 3 hrs and head back home and do it all over again the next day and not feel a thing. Now I just have to look at a cute pair of heels on the display and I feel this unimaginable pain shooting up my ankle. Heels made me walk better, dance better, made me look 4 inches taller and gave me so much confidence out of no where. Its as if they have magical powers or something. Men do take notice of you more, they will deny it but its true. Men do care if your in heels or not. Well short Men don't appreciate it of course but the others do. Simply because its changes our persona. We tend to flirt a little more than on normal days when we have our flats on. Maybe porn has a huge part to play. Men started noticing women's heels since the breakthrough of porn in the Internet. Ladies don't believe me go and do some research. go through your guy's porn collection if he has any and you will find that when 90% of the women while "working" have their heels on. Its all about leaving the heels on baby!

Coming back to old me, not able to wear them..hrmm ...I mean walk in them as much as I would love to, Well I am not in my 20's anymore. the longer I am in it the more my veins start to show. Nerves that I didn't even know existed hurt to much. Its time to except that and let it go. If I want to be walking without the help of a walker when I am 70, Than I choose not to be sexy now and be able to run away from my grandchildren one day. I guess I have no choice but to depend on my good looks and sense of humor for now...bloody hell.

M.T

A tribute...

Places change, things come and go. babies born, people die, people change but some things are constant. Your family, the friends who stand by you through the good and the bad. The fall was long, and I'm still picking up the pieces. But I will rise again and I will shine brighter then before. When that happens you won't be forgotten. A big thank you to all of you who are standing by me and helping me get on my feet and for those of you whom doubted... Till next time,

Our thought for the day,

Women are the bloodthirsty sex. Males get the reputation, but it is only because the women stand behind us, and say, 'Kill it. Squish it.

-Nightwatch

Places to be, things to do and people to screw...

MT called me on the phone today and we were shooting the breeze when suddenly we decided to come up with a Top 10 list, namely a People We'd Like To Do list. So without further ado here's my personal list ...: P

At number 10,

Jenna Jameson. Need I say more? Every teenage male and some females of my era's wet dream.

At 9,

Kelly Rowland, the hottest chick from Destiny's child I think ...

At 8,

Shakira, Lord! Can that woman move!

At 7,

Keri Hilson, what can I say? I have a thing for that woman ...

At 6,

Shreya, current flavour of Kollwood.

At 5,

Banupriya (Back in the day), CFM baby!!!

At 4,

Ramya Krishnan, at 39, MILF man!

At 3,

Monica Bellucci, 45 ... MILF!!! Need I say more???

At 2,

Angelina Jolie, two words ... BJ Lips! Hmmmm ....

And in the top spot,


Megan Fox ... Need I say more? The whole bad girl things sends many, many impulses to various portions of my anatomy ....

And now, without further delay, we proudly present, MT's top Ten People We'd Like To Do List,

M.T 's Top 10

At number 10

Ryan Gosling - Talented and messed up. Too cool.

at number 9
James Masters - something about the rebel without a cause. Bite me!

At number 8

Marcus Patrick - September 07 playgirl centrefold. You would know why if you saw his Ding Ding.

At number 7

Anderson Cooper - The only time I would give a shit if a rice sack fell in china is when Anderson says it. Intelligent, Humanitarian and possibly gay. Yummy!

At number 6

Simon Baker - Compact of blonde goodness. An ass to die for.

At number 5

Santiago Cabrera - A new addition, to my 'to do' list. There is no need for words.

At number 4

Joshua packwood - Not a celebrity but became the first white valedictorian of Morehouse

College, a historically black college. To have the 'cojones' (balls in Spanish) to be the only white kid in campus and to survive long enough to be class president and valedictorian. Definitely in my do list! Smoking hot Too by the way .

At number 3

David Fumero - come on ... do I have to say more. That's one Cuban cigar you'd smoke with no questions asked.

At number 2

Hugh Jackman - This Aussie is sex on a stick. Take me down under anytime mate:)

At number 1

David Boreanaz - My future octuplets baby daddy.

3 years!!!

When M.T and I started this blog 3 years ago, it was supposed to be our personal whine zone and a kick to the arse to prove to some people that we could blog as well as be in your face up close and personal. And what a roller coaster ride these 3 years have been! The personal triumphs and losses, the good times and the bad, the changes in our lives and those near and dear to us. All of these have been put up on this site. We have very little to hide. And much to expose! :P I've gotten hitched, Prof Aapu is getting his ball and chain prepared for final fitting, M.T left town, Samurai Singaram suffered a personal loss, we'll see you in a different place Big Poppa!!! R.I.P. I've had my own losses, M.T learnt home sickness is a real pain in the ass, the massive get togethers we had when she came back to visit, a new addition to M.T's family... Before you say anything, she's a foot tall and runs on 4 paws... LoL. But most of all we'd like to take a moment to stop and say a big THANK YOU!!! to the people who've followed our whines, sorry, posts through the last three years, the ones who have come by to take a look and the ones who have cursed us for airing our laundry on this blog. You guys have made this blog possible, giving us the motivation, passion and rage required for us to do this. Cheers people!!! There's more to come. A big shout out from M.T and I to everyone who have cheered us on, and for those who doubted... We're still here baby!!! :D Till next time,
Our thought

Men Are Hunters...Let the cavemen be

Why do men get tired of women. Why do they stop trying. Ever wondered why they don't want to meet you as often as they did before? Well the answer is simple.

MEN ARE HUNTERS

Lets go way back. Men are tuned in such away to hunt for everything. Their cave men instinct tells them so. The Hunt is the thrill. The process of trying to get their kill is most satisfying for them than the kill itself. Like for example Take clubbing ladies. Its not about being there Its about making the calls to your girlfriends, choosing what to wear which club to go to, waiting in the line when you get there. When you are inside the excitement isn't as it was 2 hrs ago, now you need the drinks to keep you there. This is how a men's mind work. Why you think they like sports, If they could chase anything they will. They just wanna run after everything. Balls, Cars, Sticks, and WOMEN. If they don't do it, they will sit all day and watch other men chase on TV.

If you are not yet in a relationship, he is working on the hunt to get the kill which is you. If you are already in a relationship the hunt is over. Why is it over ? you already know the answer to that one by now. Yes he is bored. By trying to change them you are messing with the order of nature. What I am going to reveal to you is something that I have learned over many years. The same complain I hear over and over from my boys in my years of being friends with guys is this. Women become too accessible! Yes you heard me Accessible. Ladies stop being available all the freaking time. Stop calling them every 30 Min's. Stop smsing them every 1hr. Stop asking them what they are doing all the time! If you are all the time on your man's face chances are, he is also seeing yours and is bored to death. You have to be far in order for him to hunt you. Imagine waving a nicely cut meat, wash and clean in front of a lion. constantly making sure he has enough meat everyday all day. He doesn't want to eat anymore he is bored to death, cause you not giving him a reason to eat. Its just there any time he wants. He wants to trail, sneak up on his prey and jump. Bottom line he wants to HUNT! He wants to earn his prize. So let your Men earn his Prize which is you.

Here is how you do it.

1. FRIENDS -Make sure you have friends and Keep your friends.

2. HOBBY - Have a hobby, that takes you away from him at least once a week.

3. WORK - If you work, work late sometimes.

4. CALLS - Don't call him more than once a day. The second call has to come from him.

5. FORGET - Say you will call, and don't. If asked. Say you forgot.(that means you have other things in your mind other than him constantly, YES YOU ARE a stalker if you cant stop thinking abt him.)

6. SMS - Sms sweet nothings, never too many questions.

7. OPTION - When he says he is not up to going out, he rather watch Tv. say ok, and go with your friends. (he is not your only option)

This is your 7 habits to be a 'wanted prey'. The more you have a life the more your man wants to be part of it. Not the other way round. Men are cool if you are not part of all aspect of his life. Women make the biggest mistake by wanting Men to be in all aspects of theirs. Stop that now!!! When you stop spending every waking moment together he would want to spend time with you on his own. If you pick up every call, say yes to everything. You are at his disposal. Let him chase you for you time, Let him know he is part of your life and not your WHOLE life. Cause the truth is, you are not his whole life either. At the end you are happy with yourself as a independent woman who has a man still chasing you and he is a happy puppy who gets to run around in his personal space and runs after his owner cause he is just so glad to see her. My last Advice is Every game should be played with a moderate intelligence. So don't try to be too smart by going over board with the 7 habits.

Ladies....Let the chase begin.

M.T

Patrick Swayze ... will always be my Johnny Castle

Not many knew he was the original 'Danny Zuko' in Broadway before John Travolta was cast in Grease. As a 9 year old I watched Swayze dance my heart away in Dirty Dancing with "Time of my life". I didn't even remember Jennifer Grey being in it and I so hated that song yet he stole my little heart. He made men dancing sexy, he made it ok. In Ghost he convinced us his love after death was divine. He fought for Whoopi Goldberg's role, which won her the Oscar. In point break he played a villain 'Bodhi' a cool surfer whom no one could hate but admire. Who knows how many surfers where born after that movie. In City of Joy he touched millions of people with his unbreakable friendship and love he had for a Hazari the rickshaw driver. He was Dr Max Lowe. Not one gossip, not one hatred from a fellow actor, not one bad statement. On Top all Being the very few stars who stayed married to the 15 year old girl he met almost 40 years ago is definitely worth honoring in my opinion. I would like to think he took his long awaited biggest wave of a life time. Ride the wave Bohdi, Surf on dude.

You can do what you want, and make up your own rules.

Why be a servant to the law, when you can be it's master?

'Bohdi'

M.T

CAN I?

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Can I be pretty at all?

I know I like my faded jeans

Big tattered holes at my knees

Thick black eye liners on my lid

Tattoos showing when I lean

I am low maintenance, Not Antoinette

You should consider me knowing that

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Can I be pretty at all?

It's hard to like the fakers I hate

Harder to be nice, to keep my faith

I can' be skinny neither am I tall

My head plays re-runs of pretty ones fall

I like my big bands on my wrist

on Euphoric phase I take lots of risk

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Can I be pretty at all?

I try so hard everyday to look good

But just never enough for you too

There lots of smart girls out there

But simple minded men never play fair

Girls like us work twice as hard

Just to get the job and men we want

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Can I be pretty at all?

Son I am not angry for what you said

I am mad at God for creating men that way

Someday I hope you'd understand

Its easier to be like the rest of them

Find the girl will be there when you fall

Not the ones that around when you walk tall

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Can I be pretty at all?

What if I had a girl and not a boy

what I'd say, just be you, live in joy?

Girls on posters don't look like me mommy

Find your role models somewhere else honey

Oh When will I ever become Beautiful?

You are,no one sees it when its inside you.

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Can the rest of us be pretty at all?

By

M.T

Wednesdays with Bipolar

I was in a deep thought about a conversation I had with someone (lets just call him Dick) last night. He is career driven man who is determined to make changes. When I mean changes I mean in his professional life. you see he has been very successful in everything he sets to do. Failure is a not a word that exist in his dictionary...than again so doesn't words like criticism, romantic, novels, mirror, rhythm and such. As he was advice to 'loosen' up abit at work an advice by a superior he admires most greatly he decides to be more accessible to his co-workers and his subordinates. Calling it Thursdays lunch with Dick. So they can see the other side of him and also he is accessible to them when they would like to have open discussions. As he asked me what I think. I think I used the word 'Brilliant'. I also was thinking at that very moment of the book I think half the world must of read called 'Tuesdays with Morrie'. It was also made into a TV movie later. Its about a true story of professor called Morrie a sociologist and his students, one in particular called Mitch who comes back after many years to visit him when he finds out Morrie is dying. They meet every Tuesday. Morrie teachers him philosophy of life till he dies, as he felt Mitch had not lived his life to the fullest and has not understood people.

I had a little chuckle inside while I took my sip of beer. Dick will be the perfect Morrie in the cut throat corporate world. He is a self proclaimed motivational speaker who supposedly inspires and motivates people at work all the time. In the future I hope there will be many Mitchs who will come up to him and confide in him. But if this was the real world Dick will not be Morrie he will be no doubt Mitch. He is no sociologist and terms like public sociology does not exist in his real world. But ironically it kind of does in his corporate world, for example quoting him,

Organizational behaviour Management (OBM) Towards Organizational Excellence.

Analyzing the fundamentals of organizations and their behaviour, 3 Key factors have to fall in place. People, people and people. Its is about individuals their feelings, beliefs and personal goals driving their behaviour.

what I am trying to get at is learning and adapting to the individual, keeping in mind that their past, their social status, their beliefs as everything to do with their behaviour and outcome of their actions is something that should be considered as long there is a purpose towards a goal and an excellence outcome. The end of the day "my reasons for understanding you is as long the numbers are crunched the projects are completed by date lines and the presentations went successfully. A Price , or rather a tick in the box has to await me in the end.

This is why he will not be Morrie in the real world. Its not that he doesn't understand sociology. He does he wrote briefly about it (may I add with graphs) in his thesis didn't he. Sadly using it one on one in a personal level where else there is no visual treat outcome is unattainable. So, for those who are goal oriented Thursdays with Dick is going to be so super. Cause he is going to listen and understand, and than mould you, I mean motivate you to reach your goal.

And for those who want to have meaningless conversations that go no where, with maybe "a little" alcohol involved, and Little bitching here and there about our fucked up lives that we are forced to live in. Mood swings etc... come on down to Wednesdays with Bipolar. Where M.T meets those lost souls with no aim in life. where we don't find solutions but dwell and embrace our crap. Yes...there is no price at the end. Just the wonderment in your already confused head "why the hell did I meet her in the first place". My Wednesdays availabilities will be handled by my very Attractive secretary nightwatch.

M.T

The little things I can obey.

But the big things, how we think, what we value,

Those you must choose yourself. You cant let anyone

or any society tertermine that for you.

- Morrie Schwartz

Who am I???

Hello dear readers,

Welcome to "Let's find out about Nightwatch" hour...

For those of you who aren't aware, I'm in the midst of finding another job. My m@#&$%&*(ing company has decided not to renew my contract. Why? Let's see... Cuz the Ops managers who took over after my previous Manager were blooming idiots??? One of whom didn't last 3 months in my agency. The other one has no idea what's going on. So plus releasing me he has 2 other staff resigning. Hmmm? Performance issues??? I hope he rots in hell! The bastard!!! Anyways, feeling all depressed I decided to do a personality profile... And here's what it said,

At a Glance

• Works hard, puts in long hours and keeps busy with work.

• Focused on tasks, persists until job is done.

• Detailed, meticulous and observant, quick to pick out abnormalities.

• Objective, but may appear detached.

• Does not seek positions of power or authority.

• A good supporter of others.

• Likes intellectual discussions, likes to explore ideas.

• Needs clear and thorough instructions, slow to act when uncertain.

While at Work

Diligence and discipline are characteristics of Mr Nightwatch's work attitude. He is often pre-occupied with the tasks at hand. As he derives satisfaction from being immersed in work and thrives on being involved, expect Mr Nightwatch to put in long and extended hours at work.

Mr Nightwatch is relatively dependable to deliver results on time. He may sometimes be late in meeting deadlines.

Mr Nightwatch persists with a task until it is completed. Determination, commitment and perseverance are his strength; hence he can be depended upon to meet work obligations. Mr Nightwatch is suitable for long-term projects because he is sufficiently focused to see them through completion.

Mr Nightwatch is likely to be quality-conscious and achievement-oriented. He is motivated to produce work that is of a high standard. He is observant, quick to spot errors and critical where work is concerned. He is likely to be meticulous, careful and pre-occupied with detail.

Mr Nightwatch is an objective person who is impartial and rational. He speaks factually and often does not involve his own feelings and emotions. He may sometimes be perceived as distant or detached.

Although Mr Nightwatch is usually a sympathetic person, he may at times be selective about being involved in the personal problems of people.

Mr Nightwatch is friendly and outgoing when he is with friends although he may at times prefer to be quiet.

Mr Nightwatch selectively forms strong bonds with people although these bonds may not be very deep.

Positions of power, influence and authority are not Mr Nightwatch's concern. He does not mind letting others assert authority over him. He is accommodating, laid back and easy-going.

Mr Nightwatch is moderately concerned with prestige, rank and reputation.

Mr Nightwatch is at times able to engage people to accomplish his objectives.

A good supporter to the people around him, Mr Nightwatch does not desire to lead or influence people. He is uncomfortable taking charge and does not feel the thrill of challenge in leading others. He prefers to responds rather than initiate. He looks to others to provide direction and does not naturally want to persuade or motivate others to take a certain course of action.

Intellectually inquisitive and extremely interested in knowledge acquisition, Mr Nightwatch enjoys discussing hypothetical or theoretical issues. He is conceptual and likes to explore abstract ideas. Mr Nightwatch is a thinker, creative and inventive of ideas. He enjoys reading and is happiest sourcing for new ideas and information.

Mr Nightwatch puts in effort to plan ahead some of the times. He may at times not be as detailed in his planning.

Mr Nightwatch is generally able to express himself although not to a high degree of eloquence.

Being one who needs clear and thorough instructions before he can proceed on action, Mr Nightwatch resists when conditions are uncertain. He does not adapt easily to changes. Before he embarks on a new project, expect Mr Nightwatch to find out more and probe deeply.

Totally restored faith in myself man! Though I'm not too happy with the eloquence bit. What? Me not eloquent??? The bloody chee-b**s! :P Any comments anyone? Any disputes? Holla back if you got anything!!! Anyways, I gotta go, time to get back to the grind. Till next time,

Our thought for the day,

Just reflecting on the fact that when the Universe punches you in the teeth, it never just lets you fall down. It kicks you in the ribs a couple of times and dumps mud on your head.

-Nightwatch