Advice...

Have you people heard of the song "Father And Son"? It's a really beautiful song, re-sung by Boyzone about 10 years back. I was being driven home by my dad last week after landing in from Singapore, and we were passing by Puchong. He suddenly said to me: "This was where I worked extra time to fix cars when your mum and I first had you. We were poor, and I had to come to a garage after my regular job near here to work till 12 am for extra income."

Suddenly I began to imagine. When he married my mum he was my present age. Then they had me when he was 26.

"Do not repeat my mistakes. I do not want your brother or you to go through what I've been through. We were not really prepared to have kids so I had to work extra hard even on Sundays to take care of you."

I was thinking: "You can relax! I can't even imagine myself getting married, let alone carrying a baby!"

Then last Saturday, my business manager was telling us: "If you guys work hard enough, you're gonna reach the top. When you're there, do not repeat my mistakes (it's always this line!). When my income first touched five figures, I changed cars every two years. It cost me a lot of money. Don't repeat that, it's bloody stupid. Focus on saving up to your first million."

He said once you get your first million you can start investing big, in properties etc. Then you can change your cars, or move into a big house. It's all about being practical.

My manager also said I have one of the best dads in the world, and I won't disagree. These two great men have given me countless continuous advice on how to be one myself.

Thanks a million.

To all those guys who are dying to lose their virginity...

This is from a story I read in a book somewhere. I am not going to censor anything, so anyone who reads this better make sure you're above 18 (or 21 or whatever). Otherwise, don't tell your mum.

I will have my own comments in italics.


Author, who had sex for the first time at pathetic 26, said:

"I have fucked a girl for the first time, eliminating my virgin status (even though I didn't blow my load). I'll start from the beginning.

(I was at a club one night, talking to a friend), and then this girl, (let's call her Wideface Gal), walked by and gave me serious eye contact. She said: "Hi."

Chicks rarely open me, so I said to her: "Hey have you seen my friend's scarf?"

I just talked bullshit. I knew it didn't matter what I said by the look on her wide face.

After scarf chat:

Wideface Gal: You are very handsome.
Me: Is that right? Thank you.
WG: So, when did you get here?

As you can see, the conversation was lame, but I knew I was on. We then talked about standard shit: work, what we did tonight, brief history of ourselves, etc. Then we moved to more isolated corner.

WG: What are you looking for tonight?
Me: (Thinking - "holy shit! I think I'm gonna get laid) I dunno. What are you looking for?
WG: I am looking for excitement.
Me: (casually) Yeah I'm looking for excitement too.
WG: Would you like to come with my friend and me?
Me: Sure. Just let me tell my friend I'm leaving.

Me went to look for friend.

Me: Dude, I think I'm gonna get laid.
Friend: Go, go. Get out of here.

Okay, so I found WG and her Serbian girlfriend. We held hands and walked to her car. I was pretty nervous about the whole thing. Then I calmed the fuck down.

What did we talk about on the way to her car? Nothing much, just lame talk about how cold it was, what I do, and other general chitchat. It was so implied that this was a one-night stand. We got to her car and her friend said she wanted a pizza. Here's what I was thinking: FUCK PIZZA, YOU STUPID BITCH. I'M A VIRGIN AND I WANNA GET LAID FUCKING NOW. GO TAKE YOUR OWN CAR AND GET YOUR OWN FUCKING PIZZA.

We then dropped WG's friend off and I moved to the front seat. I was looking at her mediocre body thinking: "This is cool, I'm gonna get to touch all of that shit."

She ended up telling me what her dream job was at the end of our meaningless chitchat.

WG: I want to be a police officer.
Me: (Thinking - you'd be the worst police officer on the planet. You'll never be a police officer) Why don't you pursue your dream?
WG: Blah blah blah, drivel drivel drivel, jibber jabber jibber jabber.

We got to her place. She lives in the penthouse of this big fucking condo with a roommate. Her room was fucking huge. She had this big Trinitron TV in it. She told me to choose some music, because she was going to the bathroom for a bit. I put on some hip-hop channel which she said she liked.

She came out in her pajamas and told me I could go use the bathroom. I didn't need to, but I figured this was part of the whole sex thing (remember, I was a virgin at this point and so was clueless). So I went to the bathroom and just kinda stood there.

So I was thinking, should I walk out totally nude? I decided to walk out the same way I went in, which was wearing everything except my dress shirt. Imagine if I walked out totally nude with a throbbing boner pulsating in the air?

(close the page now if it's too heavy for you)

The lights were off. She was lying on the bed. I walked over and started making out with her. I kissed her neck and her earlobes. Then she took my hand and put it on her right boobie. So I started rubbing that while kissing her. Then somehow I started rubbing her vagina (over her pajamas). She was moaning and shit. So i took my pants off, but left my underwear on.

So I was kissing her and rubbing her poon down. Pretty hard. I couldn't concentrate on kissing her and rubbing her at the same time. I was doing my best though.

She started rubbing my cock, and it felt pretty good. LOL.

WG: Fuck me now.
Me: Okay.

So I tore off my fucking underwear. I kneeled there on her bed with my rockhard boner pulsating, throbbing - you know it.

WG: Put on a condom. I have one.
Me: I have one of my own.

Again, I was a virgin at this point and I didn't know how to properly put a condom on (same case with me, when I was putting it on the first time).

Me: Put the condom on, it turns me on.
WG: Okay.

She couldn't get the condom on (idiots, both of them) so she went to get hers. As she went and got hers, I ended up getting my own on. Then I fucked her!

I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her and fucked her and fucked her and fucked her.

About 15 minutes into the whole thing, I was thinking: "This fucking sucks. This is fucking sex?? I hate this, I wanna leave." I legitimately wanted to leave. I was thinking: "I busted my fucking balls for months learning to pick up girls for this?" (I dunno about the author, but it felt good my first time. But I agree that after some time, you could feel that all this hype about sex for nothing unless you do something about it. You could be thinking: "Why are people so crazy about sex anyway? It sure feels very good but..." And it almost always depends on your mood).

I was sitting there pumping this girl missionary style for 15 minutes getting no feeling.

She was all moaning and shit, and I'm just pumping away like a tool. So I decided to move around and try some positions.

I had her on top. I had always fantasised about this. So she was on top of me and I was thinking: "Holy shit, this fucking hurts. My cock is gonna fucking snap off."

After about two minutes I changed positions because it hurts so much (virgin, virgin). I got into her doggy style position, thinking this could be interesting. So I had her from behind and was trying to find the slot, but couldn't. I was sitting there fishing around her ass and upper legs looking for the entry. It was horrible, just like the sex. I couldn't find the hole (could anyone seriously be this bad??). She started to whine because of the long delay.

I got it in for two strokes, then it popped out. Then she started whining again. So I switched positions and for some reason, I had her on top again. Dumb move. I feared my cock would break right the fuck off. After about four minutes, we went back to the missionary again.

We didn't get anywhere but I was glad it was over. I didn't care. Five minutes later she called a cab, so I got ready to leave. I didn't even get her number because a) I didn't want to fuck her again, b) it was obvious this was a one-night stand.

So that's it. I stuck my junk in a chick. I lost my virginity. The sex was horrible. I felt a bit dirty and used after the act (it can feel like this, trust me).

Overall, I didn't feel any different compared to when I was a virgin (me neither). However, I believe this would help my ego. I mean, I've had sex now. I know this. So from here on in, any girl I chat with I'll be even more like: "Who gives a fuck? I don't need what you got."

-End of story-

I'm not trying to discourage people to have sex or say it's a lousy activity. Of course it's a wonderful thing. Just look at how often that three-letter word appear in women's magazines and a man's brain. All I'm saying is...guys, even if you're horny, be a little patient. It sort of pays. And when you think you can get girls into your hands, then you can even choose. But PLEASE follow the example above in one thing and WEAR A RUBBER. If you're really serious about a girl and you've money then you can dump your load in her and marry her.

Why did Federer lose?

I was going through the BBC readers posts earlier today, as to why Roger Federer, after a superb start to the French Open final to bring himself to within two sets of history, folded spectacularly and allowed Rafael Nadal to romp past him in the next three sets.

There were some interesting comments given, among which noted that he wasn't mentally tough enough, he wasn't playing at his best, he wasn't fighting at all, to just being Nadal was simply the better player on clay.

I must agree, given the genius Federer is, that the last reason is the most probable one, combined with a few other factors. Nadal was simply not in Paris in the first set, but once he clicked into gear, there seemed no stopping him, or so it appeared.

Nadal just seemed to have this uncanny ability, whenever he gets into a rally, to somehow get his frightening topspin forehands into Fed's backhand. It was the other way round in the first set, with Fed appearing to consciously stay away from those fearsome Spanish topspins. But as the match went on, Nadal was pummeling Fed's backhand more and more, and while Fed was sending all his backhands (and later even his forehands) long, which was being classified as unforced errors, it didn't appear to me they were as unforced as they seemed. It was to me at least, that he lost control of his backhands because Nadal had too much technique on the ball.

The commentator kept suggesting throughout the match that Fed would do well to come in to the net and volley more often. I won't disagree. To me, in sports (probably also in life), if you're staring down a bottomless pit or a dead end, you need to change and take a new path even if you're unsure of it! He couldn't just stay back because there was no way he was going to out-rally Nadal based on the way Nadal is easing himself into the game. Just plain no bloody way!

Granted, he was probably unsure of his volleys on the clay, and the commentator made a good point when he said Fed was probably so comfortable beating the rest of the world bar Nadal from the baseline, that he probably didn't take the initiative to fine tune his volleys.

I had first-hand experience with a badminton game on Saturday. I was playing with a cousin of a close friend, a quite good player himself, and I'm normally more comfortable with my high baseline serve. I was serving high again for the first half of the game, and it wasn't doing me any good because I was trailing 8-7 (traditional race to 15 points game). I took a towel break and something tells me I should start serving low if I wanted to win even though I'm not comfortable with the low serve. Ended up winning 15-9.

I'm nowhere near the level that Fed is playing tennis at and I'm not an athletic genius that he is. What I'm saying is...if something isn't working, it isn't working! You just need to change and take another route!

So, till the day Fed wins the French, or surpasses the record of 14 Grand Slam titles, I would continue to regard Pete Sampras as the greatest player of the modern era.