TOTO, 4-D...= Big Big Fish Head

One of my manager strikes 4D, 1st prize last week, a pretty big ho-ha about it... and big bozz is back.. what elsee.. all eyes on the loaded mann in the office.. kiakkk kiakk kiakkk... heheheh

So, piahhh down to the famoud fish head curry house.. packed like one fish tank i would say.. do the usual thingy larr.. catch the poor kopi-soh, pressure her to locate solid feng sui place for us.. then all sat down and.. S.O.P.
Bloody big fish head arrived.. damnn.. never seen such a big fish head b4.. I muz learn to bring my DGcam out.. gonna show to everyone !!!... real big bloody bugger.. for the moment i was thinking.. If i were to be able to swallow this whole fish head.. high chance i will wake up the next day, either have my forehead grew like cone-head or got a tough time squeezing the head off my arse in the cubicle. It has gotta go somewhere isnt it ????..
While all of us were enjoying dismantling the monster into pieces and trying to stay as civilised as possible, everyone is talking about buying 4D.. how one's luck will sometimes change, just gotta trust it. I always do trust on luck.. always believe lady luck is always there when suddenly theres this lovely gal wink and start muttering her handphone number to me... Noww.. thats what i call luck... Im not the gambling kind of sailorrr.. YES>.. not all sailors are Jack of all trade. I drink, I smoke, I had flings.. I eat... but I just dont gamble. I always proud and envious of my frens whom strike TOTO or lottery... but I am never inspired to put my luck into it. My frens will sometimes say that I am 'kiamsiap'... I was like .. Ehhh harloee.. how much issit to buy 4D ?? $10.. $100 ???... I go clear the inventory for Devils Bar oso cost me at least $300... Just not the stinginess.. I think its the determination to strike.. the will and glittering hope to strike. I think this is what Im lack off... no.. its what that doesnt even exist in me... I always think that the reality of making good money is work hard, run your own business... cheat some people along the way.. try to backstab some close frens .. and there you are ... top of the world... and everyone will love + hate u !!!!
Anyway, .. after much persuasion and lectures from the rest of the Singapore Pool freelance sales executive... I was like.. yahda yahda yahda... nodding my head as if.. these are the best lectures given by some professor.. and soooooooo... I was naturally magnetised along with them to the world of CASH... where I can grab as much CASH as possible.. with one condition... buy the lucky number.
Kinda sad rite... investing in something where you know the chances will be... all frown up by 7pm tonite. Anyway.. I invested some cash.. bought a couple of numbers... not sure what number to buy.. but bang only lar... not to say I am searching for perfect number perfect date to get married.. it is after all.. juz another number. So, bought the number... feels like part of the God of Gamblers.. walked out with a cigarratte in mouth.. hair all well combed.. (Aisehh.. miss the Cadbury chocolate)... join the rest of the S'pore Pool S.F.E.. and all walked back to office with a hope and vision in mind... Men with Vision..
Anyway.. im still in front my PC and remind myself where i left my betting ticket.. and remember to check the number online...
Anyway.. if strike.. I wil have to buy the lunch for tomolo.... and try to lecture some new boy to join the pyramid sales of S'pore Pool.. Think i look forward for something simplier than a fish head tomolo... U seriously need Fish Engineer to learn where the flesh are and what can be eat and wahts not. If eaten some parts.. whats good and whats bad.. hell lotsa rules of thumbs to remember when whacking the head. To navigate myself thru the extreme complicated route around the neuron of the fish head is another bloody task. I think its easier to navigate myself around KL city than this...

All ritey... chowzzz.. and God Bless the DOllarrrr

MY MAIDEN VOYAGE

My first eva blog... why do I even bother to blog.. anyway.. read a lot about those blogzz.. and thought.. why not.

My work is great.. at least its related to what I do in my previous job.
I used to sail.. been onboard for about 5 yrs.. On + Off larrrr... include chinese new year, deepavali, x'mas.. 1st Lunar, 15th Lunar of the month...
Must say its has gotta be my worse and best period of life. Learned the hardway, discipline me like a dog... learn to nod to superior and fuck only the juniors... kinda sad case lar... but thats the cycle.. nooooo.. its the nature onboard... nobody works happily, as if they kena Toto... they jz bang each others for the whole 6 months onboard.. and signed off from the ship like a bloody worn soldier. Imagine... 6 months living at sea, no police, no doctor, no 911, no astro, no wan tan mee, no internet !!!!... jz pure sea, star and sun.. and yet the people around has gotta be soooo bastard and bitchy about little things...
On the other side... I get to travel lotttt.. yes a hell lottttt... more than doctors and lawyers and engineers... SAILOR is more and far more knowledgable than these white color chauvinist.. dont believe arr ???.. ask any sailorrr... kekekeke

Well... memory aside... now, Im like a dead katak.. work for a shipping company on shore base.. I still goes to port, board the ship.. talk cock sing song with the Captains... do my job and get my ass outta the ship... wish i can stay along for the passage... coz this real working world is a total mess. I get everything I want.. but I dont have the peace and serenity that GOD gives to all sailors when they sail across the ocean... Something that is soooooo priceless.. that u gotta neeed tonnes of cash to buy a yatch, and sail to Malacca Straits.. just to catch all these ambience.. tt is if you are lucky not to meet Mr. Pirate. Wonder what is happening to the world.. with all the pirates in our bloody straits... ggaaaggggg

-will write more when Im free... and free to post ...

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