Integrated Resort Jobs

Knn...this is so cheebye the true man..

courtesy of http://www.TalkingCock.com
by Michael Bloombird



The Gahmen says that the new casin… sorry, sorry, integrated resort, will create 35,000 new jobs. Yay! No need to sell backside oreddy! So dust off your cv’s and faster apply for these wonderful jobs, some of which are listed below:

1. Punter Relations Officer (PRO)
2. Poker Revenue Oversight Secretary (PROS)
3. High-rollers Orientation Organisation and Know-how Executive Relations Services
(HOOKERS)
4. Roulette Wheel Spinner (NMPs welcome)
5. Card Dealers
6. Experience-Enhancing Narcotics Distributor (formerly: Drug Dealers. Note: if previous
experience, please apply through your parole officer)
7. Craps Dealer
8. Crap Cleaner
9. Organised Crime Relations Manager (please address applications to: Chao Ah Beng c/o
Chap Sar Tiam Secret Society)
10. Credit and Loans Officer (experience in selling snake oil, cult membership, pyramid
schemes and similar products a plus)
11. Debt Collection Services (ex-Commandos especially encouraged to apply)
12. Pig’s Head Home Deliverymen (a division of Debt Collection Department. Scary tattoos
not necessary, but a plus. Address applications to: Mr. Tai Yee Long)
13. Gambling Addiction Treatment Centre (seeking in particular, professionals experienced
with aversion therapy, i.e. where patients are made to repeat their addictive behaviour
until they’re cured.)
14. Buffet Dish Replacement Staff
15. Vomit Cleanup Janitorial Services
16. Neon Light Bulb Changer
17. Beverage Replenishment Officer
18. Jackpot Machine Testers and Maintenance Engineers (masturbators or other one-armed
professionals welcome)
19. Cocktail Server
20. Cock Server
21. Cook (Food)
22. Cook (Accounts Books)
23. Laundry (Clothes)
24. Laundry (Money)
25. Surveillance Operator (must watch carefully to see no one is winning too much)
26. Cage Dancer
27. Burly Guy to Keep Pervs From Harrassing Cage Dancers
28. Guest Ejection Officer
29. People to dress up in retarded animal costumes to keep children distracted while their
parents gamble away their school fees (testimonials required)
30. Government Liaison Officer
31. Department of Justification (former civil servants welcome)

women vs. men

What can i say ? Men....

:p

It takes me 12 rewinds, 2 hours of nap and a shower in between to survive through one of the webcast lecture for my monday real estate paper...

And...out of the 11 lectures, this is the only fucking thing that I can remember. I dont even know why the fuck the guy (whose name i still dont know after the entire semester) put this in the lecture notes...HEHEHE

Secrets

Anonymity spells such honesty in life huh?

Accidents can be such important grassroots for new culture all over the world. Even in cyberspace..

Yeah babe...the fella who set up this blog should get a fucking Nobel Prize man...hahahahaha Just a couple here to fish your appetite....Fucking cool man...you've gotta check it out if you're here...

Oh check out the one which says...

No stressful job or rush-hour traffic
No medical bills or family responsibilities
I want to break into prison.

http://postsecret.blogspot.com/

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I have people asking me about what I wrote about myself in friendster.

I have people telling me im self-destructive. Very observant and partially true. I respect his honesty. I am very hard on myself when I want to. But he was just rubbing salt into my wound. He didnt know. Its alright. It woke me up. But he wasnt helping. Anyway i just proved him wrong because I fought my way through...

God dammit I want to fight my depression....it is killing me..i hate being enslaved by it...I really do. I know i am sentimental, but not this much. What the fuck is wrong with me? Will someone help me? I dont know, I just know i need to fight it myself...

Living the agony of growth.
Bearing the aloneness of being.
Smothered by the beauty of every earthly existence.
Shunning from worldly consumed consumerism.
Refuged by million hertz plugged-in to my muvo.
Soundtracking my wishful hearing to match daily visuals.

I have a smile of genuine pretence for self-preservation
(i dont trust people, why should i show u how i feel?)

To love what i hate
(my job, it requires mad passion to sustain ; i cannot befriend myself, but i am trying to change that)

To forgive more than forget
(to people who had hurt me, intentional or not)

To accept before assumption
(i think people in this world assume too much and they jump to conclusions)

To understand with acceptance
(when u truly understand something, u will accept it effortlessly, good or bad)

To separate pain from bad
(think of it as a metaphor. pain is a self-defense mechanism that u and i have. its vital to our survival)

To discern happiness beyond goodness
(happiness may be deceiving; not all good makes you happy. rationale vs. emotions can be a struggle. such is life)

Thats the value for my existence
(self explanatory)

Welcome to my living funeral
(Memento Mori. Looking at life from a different perspective, u may treasure people around you more)

Take pleasure in my thoughts
(Your call. If u dont like my writings, fuck off. No obligations)

Cogito ergo sum
(I think therefore I exists. Simple but true. Specifically, I adore dreamers + thinkers. If you are one, then you can walk the talk with me, and I will walk Johnnie to your door :P)


To my friend who said he felt sad for me after reading my text. Don't be. Recall what we had talked about, life is not about the shit that you had gone through, that cannot be undone. What matters is what you do AFTER the shit to make yourself strong. I believe you can, 'cause I am fighting as hard as you...

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Life is so strange, why does everything seem so perfect when its storming underneath? I cannot help but adore its oxymoronic nature, the sore yearnings that one cannot escape from, something that seems inseparable from what makes life beautiful. When all you want is to give, beyond your hope to have that little something in return which you know you will cling on to with your life...i guess that is what keeps me going everytime i breakdown, the peace of mind. no regrets...

All i ask, is for him to understand, just understanding....that would suffice....Because i know i fucking swear by this..

"You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back."
-Barbara De Angelis


your eyes and my eyes
haven't talked in quite awhile
it seems like a lifetime
since i've walked beside your smile
there's a dark cloud that's hanging above
memories never lie
still we talk about the way that it was
and i think we both know the feelings haven't died

i wasn't the one who said good-bye
oh, no
i wasn't the one who disappeared in the night
and i won't be the one who will say that we can't try
not i.......

your touch and my touch
haven't spoken for sometime
you say we both take
and you're always on my mind
i can tell you that it's over and done
but i would only lose
being close to the one that i want
so go on and let us meet
if i'm still in love with you

i wasn't the one who said good-bye
oh, no
i wasn't the one who disappeared in the night
and i won't be the one who will say that we can't try
not i.....
and there was no need for you to ask
oh, please don't ask
you were the one i thought about
oh babe i want you bad

i wasn't the one who said good-bye
oh, no
i wasn't the one who disappeared in the night
and i won't be the one who will say that we can't try
not i.....


Peter Cetera, I Wasn't The One Who Said Goodbye

Watch

Sometimes i wonder how solitary human beings are meant to be. Sitting back and chilling out with liquor and puffs, indulging in the obliviousness of my social bubble, it daunts me how strange it is that people congregate for exorbitant momentary pleasure. I despise the superficiality of such chance meetings, the depthless handshakes and disguised perfunctory greetings. It daunts me how alcohol manipulates human proxemics and how it breaks down physical barriers. How people yearns for attention, flagged by skimpily dressed chics prancing around like spirited horses.

Is this jouissance? Such weekly rituals are as amusing as an alien tribe to me.

That is why i love to people-watch. Immersed in an uninvolved environment. Scruntinizing the unaware. Pointing my middle-finger at any approaches. Cause its just not sincere. Not meant to be. So why should I be fucking bothered?...

Think twice about the idea of Karaoke too-- people singing in a box? What the fuck is that? If you laugh at some discovery channel featured tribe dancing around a campfire wondering what the fuck they are doing, then we are just as weird as any of the 12 divisions of ancient Israel or any phyle of ancient Greece...Thats the culture? Tell me about it...

*yawns*...looking forward to a better day:)

Mefenamic

There was once a little girl who said she wish she'd never been born...
Yearning to cleanse herself in nature's breath... ride with the wind and grind her feet against the rugged terrain once again..

To Steph

The most important thing you would learn in the years to come would be that there is no way to be a perfect mother but a million ways to be a good one. And the witty nature of little Cadence has already started to make this living proof justified. This precious little being will be the flower for which you and Raymond would be the honey.

We may want to love , but think twice, human beings are not born knowing how to love. We learn it, over the course of our life, different kinds and stages of love. It is just as demanding to love without liabilities as to love with unconditional ties, as in a family. How can we un-obligingly give more than we take, and quietly hope for some form of return, if it ever does?
For a family, it is a life-long love battle not to be underestimated.

" They say that blood is thicker than water. Maybe that's why we battle our own with more energy and gusto than we would ever expend on strangers."
-David Assael, Northern Exposure, Family Feud, 1993

Live Another Day

Its fucking 5am on a Sunday morning. When your life is fucking measured by the number of cds you play, the unaccounted-for overwhelming sobs behind the room door that rip your breath apart, the insomniac hours of slogging is on the verge of breaching my sanity. When all tears are drained for countless nights, unsure of what you are missing, what you are expecting, at the same time relinquishing your heart-wrenching recent past..and present…you simply breakdown.

Breakdown is a release. You just let go for that moment. You shed your stoic mask. You face your helplessness head on. And then you crawl back onto your feet, wipe away your tears, and move on with a hard-earned smile…

I just dug out an old album from 7 years ago. Images And Words by Dream Theater. Used to be head over heels about them. After a while, especially after you’ve seen their B-grade movie look-alike video of the band, and attended John Myung’s all-I-can-do-is-slap-my-bass gig , you just cannot be bothered. Am listening to this track now…I still get blown away by Petrucci’s guitar solo in this track though…and still adore the lyrics. Enjoy.

Another Day

Live another day

Climb a little higher

Find another reason to stay

Ashes in your hands

Mercy in your eyes

If you’re searching for a silent sky…

You won’t find it here

Look another way

You won’t find it here

So die another day…

The coldness of his words

The message in his silence

“ Face the candle to the wind…”

This distance in my voice

Isn’t leaving you a choice

So if you’re looking for a time to run away…

You won’t find it here

Look another way

You won’t find it here

So try another day

They took pictures of our dreams
Ran to hide behind the stairs
And said maybe when its right for you, they’ll fall
But if they don’t come down

Resist the need to pull them in

And throw them away

Better to save the mystery

Than surrender to the secret…( I like this part..:P)

You won’t find it here

Look another way

You won’t find it here

So try another day

Ok. So much for now. Back to the keyboard.

Sick Cadding Syndrome

1st April. 1st blog. I think the mutant in me just telepathically ignited the building opposite my block.

The helpless roof just sank into charred rubbles, as furiously as i was cadding my fucking ..roof. The chanting siren that followed, the flickering reflectors on the fighters' suit as they hustle around the blazing glory of the triumphant flames was actually quite scenic for my troubled Friday night. The chain explosions sounded almost like gun salutes to me.

Sadist huh? I don’t give a fuck. Anxious about people getting choked up and charred? Yes. Ironic comment? Yes. Don’t understand what I am saying? Graspable.

The rescue. So slow. Indescribably weak. Any guy with a decent-sized dick can jet up a stronger water current than that bloody hose. Maybe its full of holes. Lame? Yes.

Well, I should be glad that I have a roof over me while I am cadding my roof. Talk later.

City skyline – humbled.