Monthly Archives: April 2004

Ode to the Nice Guys

This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

Source here.

Caped Crusaders fight real crime

By Metro

19 April 2004

Batman and Robin are back fighting crime – in Whitley. Two mystery men dressed as the Caped Crusader and his sidekick have scared away robbers in the town near Reading.

They also saved a stranded motorist and even shooed off two streakers from a football pitch.



‘They just appeared – I saw them running down the road in Batman and Robin outfits,’ said driver Michelle Kirby, who was pushed to a petrol station after her Peugeot 206 ran out of fuel.

‘I was laughing so much. They stayed in character the whole time.’ Ray Cox, 61, spotted the real-life superheroes sprinting through the town while shopping with his wife. ‘Batman was quite a broad chap,’ he said. ‘They would scare a few muggers off.’

Source here.

Weird day, again…

Well, on Saturday, went out to hang at the mall at 2.00 pm, but after all is said and done, I ended up at some stranger’s house I totally don’t even know of, kind of a surprise birthday thing, and hanged out there, at 3.00 am in the morning… Then went home at around 4 am, and slept for 11 hours while my parents were picking up me granny from Sabah… I miss my gran, she’s so cool…

Been missing someone real bad for the past few days, coz she has got no credits and stuff… Gah… But no worries… Me birthday is coming up, and funness is gonna be had then…

Anthony Hamilton – Comin’ From Where I’m From Lyrics

Sitting here, guess I didn’ make bail
Got time and a story to tell
Started when I was nine years old
Woke up and daddy was gone
I started hustling and the couldn’t tell me nothing
Fronting in the hood, trying to be somebody
My soul was on empty
I was searching for something
Tried to be good
Tried to keep from trouble
Living too fast
Trying to make a good hustle

Sometimes it gets rough
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from
Times got hard
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from
Sometimes you gotta walk to work
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from
Sometimes you gotta do a little dirt
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from

Wasn’ really looking guess I found it
Five foot three light brown skinned
Coming from the university
Lifestyle looking kind of lovely
Didn’t know she had much game
Down to ride out, even take the train
Even take her to a poker game
Top notch fried chicken and sushi
Tried to be good
Tried to treat you like a lady
Tried to be your friend
Turned out that you were shady

Sometimes it gets lonely
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from
Some times ain’t what they seem to be
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from
Some times would get the best of me
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from

Well, tried to be good (I tried, I tried)
Wanted nothing but to love somebody
Didn’t want to die young
Steady hustling trying to feed my family
Too scared to have kids and like daddy did
‘Cause I’m so scared of failing
Sometimes it gets hard
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from

Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from
Sometimes you gotta moan
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from
Sometimes you gotta cry a little louder
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from
Sometimes you gotta fight the pain
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from
Sometimes you get a little worried
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from
Sometimes you get lost out of touch
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from
Sometimes I htink I pray a little to much
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from
Sometimes I get a little scared
Comin’ from where I’m from, I’m from

You should listen to this song… Perfect for afternoons where your mood is in a limbo…

EDITED : Sorry another post without words… Me myself can imagine that the picture tells what I’m feeling right now… I wanna punch a mirror, letting the shards sticking into my hands, lighting up a smoke, and think clearly for once in my life… Seeing the blood flow, feeling it drain away from me, it’d make me aware of my own body, my own soul, my own heart but more importantly, my own brain…

I may have brought this upon myself, may have *UNINTENTIONALLY* brought it upon myself, but I won’t deny the fact that I brought this upon myself… Questions that’s been racing through my brain always be proceeded by the question “Why…?” “Why…?” “Why…?”

“Does it have to do with anything? Or just nothing?” “Am I being paranoid? Or guarded?” “Am I getting in touch with the little kid in me? The one that gets scared? The one that cowers? The one that lets it all bottled up?”

As I’m writing this, I can almost not feel my heart beating… Just feels like it ya know… I’m not taking my life or anything… If I was, it’d be the most spectacular event that everyone would be traumatized for their whole life, and if they’re carrying a baby while witnessing that, their baby would be a nutjob too… Yes, only a few people know how, (if, rather) I’ll go out…

How simple things can destroy the mightiest of structures… Hell, if it doesn’t really destroy it, it can sure as hell make it shake and sway… And if it’s started to shake and sway, by nature it won’t come to a halt… Like a pendulum, slowly rocking to the extremes, then a moment of rest, then swaying to the extremes again… But this ain’t a pendulum… The structure will crumble, if pushed to the side one time too many…

Oh how I wonder how a girl would take this situation I’m facing right now… Crying, bawling, sobbing like mad… But as a guy, I really don’t have that luxury… I’ll stick to thinking of punching my hand through my bathroom mirror…

I still remember the night that my Grandfather died, I can still remember how I kissed his cold deceased forehead that very morning… That night, I asked the same questions I’m asking right now, well more or less the same… That night I let my thoughts run like mad, running and running, and running some more… Running until I felt tired, felt tired of the thinking, of all the crazy thoughts… But yeah, I was scared… Really scared… Hell I can even remember my heart not beating that same moment… I cowered under my sheets… Afraid of peeking out, peeking out to the day after, because it was so uncertain, so random, full of variables…

I’m damn scared…

ORSM.NET Joke so funny I had to post it here…

Joe was moderately successful in his career, but as he got older he was increasingly hampered by incredible headaches. When his personal hygiene and love life started to suffer, he sought medical help. After being referred from one specialist to another, he finally came across a doctor who solved the problem.

“The good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration. You have a very rare condition which causes your testicles to press up against the base of your spine. The pressure creates one hell of a headache. The only way to relieve the pressure is to remove the testicles.”

Joe was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he has anything to live for. He couldn’t concentrate long enough to answer, but decided he had no choice but to go under the knife.

When he left the hospital, his mind was clear, but he felt like he was missing an important part of himself. As he walked down the street, he realised that he felt like a different person. He could make a new beginning and live a new life.

He walked past a men’s clothing store and thought, “That’s what I need, a new suit.” He entered the shop and told the salesman: “I’d like a new suit.” The salesman eyed him briefly and said, “Let’s see… size 44 long.” Joe laughed, “That’s right, how did you know?” “It’s my job.”

Joe tried on the suit. It fit perfectly. As Joe admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, “How about a new shirt?” Joe thought for a moment and said, “Sure… “

The salesman eyed Joe and said, “Let’s see… 34 sleeve and… 18 1/2 neck.” Joe was surprised, “That’s right, how did you know?” “It’s my job.”

Joe tried on the shirt, and it fit perfectly. As Joe adjusted the collar in the mirror, the salesman asked, “How about new shoes?” Joe was on a roll and said, “Sure…” The salesman eyed Joe’s feet and said, “Let’s see… 9 1/2… wide.” Joe was astonished, “That’s right, how did you know?” “It’s my job.”

Joe was feeling great, when the salesman asked, “How about some new underwear?” Joe thought for a second, and said, “Sure…” The salesman stepped back, eyed Joe’s waist and said, “Let’s see… size 36.” Joe laughed, “No, I’ve worn size 34 since I was 18 years old.” The salesman shook his head, “You can’t wear a size 34. It would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one hell of a headache…”

Nizam, meet Mr. Boredom

Well I wouldn’t actually call it a boring week… Met some friends coming back from the UK and having a barbecue at my friend’s. Yes, I manned the barbecue grill, because I think there were only a handful of people who actually knew how to barbecue. Lamb chops and chicken wings and drum sticks aplenty, we stuffed ourselves til the brink of shitting our pants with that Lee Kum Kee barbecue sauce. Good night, but then it got weird.

I’m the first to admit, I’m not one who hangs out at Gadong til 2am looking at cars passing by. BUt yeah, I just mucked about and see whats the hubbub all about. Apart from the weird episode of us ******** ** ****, I found out that it was horrendously boring. Hell I’d be up for some staring at pondans and such, but it was not meant to be. So screwed about in Gadong then we decided that hanging out without cigs is too damn gay. Apart from some tyre scraping incident, the proceeding drive home was pretty non eventful.

The next day, at around 3 went to Gadong again. God knows fucking why. Oh yeah… Getting a box of matches. I repeat. Getting a box of matches. But it was good seeing her. And her too. And some random chick. And some other random groups of chick. And her too. Mucked about in Gadong, with Ash, and talked about stuff that matters not. Then we decided to hang out at Komunis. Yes. Fucking Komunis.

While we were sitting at the software section, some bugger of a guy asked us if we worked there. I mean what the fuck? Do I look like a Filipino? I admit we were talking in English and shit talking about shit, but DO I LOOK LIKE A DAMNED FILIPINO??? Yeah, being the helpful person that I am, I pointed out there’s no stable PS2 emulator for the PC. I mean, dude. You are rich enough to have a PC and that phone (which I guess was a good model Samsung), you are rich enough to plunk down 500 mullahs for a damn PS2!?!?! ‘Tard.

Then mucked about again, giving the mall one last run through before we get tired and just go home. But that’s after we get some grub at Mamih.

Oh yeah… Topics that we talked about? It ranges from:

1) Slapping my kids if he or she ever dresses like I can’t pay for their clothing.

2) Business monopolies.

3) Bruneian football status.

4) Criminal activities.

5) How boring it was last night.

6) How we are really boring buggers.

7) Why the hell did that damn guy ask us.

8) Piracy (while we were in Komunis).

For a special someone…

You know who you are… And don’t worry… If one person doesn’t love you, there are loads others who do…

I need to stop smoking…

Stupid news articles of the day time …

What the hell !?! Women are crazier than Men …

Stupid Story One Iwould’ve been totally freaked out if this happened to me … Freaked ! I tell ya !!

Stupid Story Two Didn’t expect that to happen in an Anger Management class … Heheh 😛

And finally :

The Men Commandments All Men should read this …

Commandment no.11 “Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.” Heheh 😛