Monday, May 30, 2005

It took me three years to discover Ali G

I’ve been having trouble accessing the internet and my email at work for the past week or so (hence the lack of postings recently as I usually blog from the office… erm…AFTER office hours that is!). Not sure what the exact problem is… the IT department suspects the service provider and the service provider suspects that it’s our internal IT issue. No wonder nothing gets resolved! Loop da loop…

Anyway, right now I’m typing this out in MS word and will copy/paste into the blog whenever the Internet gods in Vietnam decide to let me connect. I wonder if there’s any correlation between rain and the Internet connection. So far I’ve noticed that when it rains heavily several things may occur: 1) power goes out (lucky there is a backup generator both at home and at work), 2) tv has no cable reception, 3) internet connection goes down (terrible especially when you switch off the tv to find that you can’t connect to the web). I can understand the first two cases happening but still can’t figure out the last. Maybe it’s just my luck…

On the bright side, the past weekend was fantastic! I had electricity (always a plus point!), cable tv, DVDs on hand, and most importantly, good food.

Here’s a quick sum-up of the weekend:

Movies watched by Piggy:

1. Closer: Four strangers, two couples, infidelity and sex all around. What’s not to like??? 7/10 popcorns.

2. Ali G Indahouse: After taking a couple minutes to adjust to Ali G’s street lingo slurred with his heavy British accent, this movie about ‘keeping it real’ was damn hilarious. No doubt I'll be watching it again soon...BOOYAHKASHA! 9/10 popcorns.


Don't mess with this idiot...

3. Lost in Translation: One bored actor meets one bored woman in a Tokyo hotel and they form an unspoken bond of sorts. Look, everyone was bored here - including me. 2/10 popcorns.

Food eaten by Piggy:

1. Duck porridge: duck meat, liver, gizzard, coagulated blood and webbed feet. Even the bird flu couldn’t keep me away! If only I had a photo to share… 8/10 slurps.

2. Buffet at Café Central: the best buffet in HCMC and of great value too. BBQ meats, roasts, sashimi, sushi, pasta, seafood, steamboat and Vietnamese food all decked out for me to conquer! Spent a good three hours there. 10/10 slurps.

Other notables by Piggy:

1. Spur vs. Suns (Game 3): The Spurs dominated the match taking a 3-0 lead in the series. They plan to close the series at home tomorrow. Hopefully, this is not yet the end of a fantastic season for the Suns.

2. Hair cut @ Sam Lily: Went for a trim and wash. Dozed off when the shampoo lady started to massage my scalp and face. She was nice enough not to disturb me and massaged me until I woke up. Brilliant!

3. Two-hour Sunday afternoon nap: Sheesh, it’s been so long since I’ve done this. Getting excellent mileage from my bed.

One weekend over and I'm just looking forward to the next... I'm going back home to Singapore baby! Booyahkasha!

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

$100 grand to spare anyone?

Read today that Berkshire Hathaway, Warren Buffett's baby, is acquiring PacifiCorp for US$5.1 billion dollars...IN CASH! This dramatic foray into the energy sector with this utilities purchase led me to think... Actually, I can't really remember what my first thought was, but anyway, one thing led to another and eventually my curiosity persuaded me to check just how big this giant (Berkshire not PacifiCorp) was.

Let me ask you...what comes to mind when you think U.S. blue chip?

Microsoft? $26 per share. GE? $37. Yahoo? Also $37. Ahhh... I know, Google! Psssssssfffttt... at $256, Google pales in comparison to Berkshire. Standing next to the Berkshire, Google looks like a toothpick (or maybe even the splinter of the toothpick). Now hear this people... one share of Berkshire Hathaway will set you back $85,500! Yes, you saw correctly. The comma is in the right place and there is no extra zero. Totally blew my mind...

Five years ago, the stock was worth only(??) $60,000. Take a look at the historical chart. It's been on the up and up. (Trivia: Since 1965, Berkshire has outperformed the S&P 500 34 out of the 39 years by an average of 11.5%.)



It's up 42% from 5 years back and right now I'm wishing I had $85,500 in my account so that I could get my hand on just ONE share. I too would like to make a handsome profit. So please, if you have $100K to spare, do drop me a comment!*

* The astute reader may ask why I'm requesting for $14,500 more than required. The answer, I dunno? Just looks nicer to have a big round figure with lotsa zeros in it...hehe.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Artistic?

When we were small (and Christmas trees were tall), I bet every single one of our parents used to think we would end up as something great - be it a doctor, lawyer or businessman.

For myself, I picked up a crayon and my folks thought that I was an artist. True, I responded better to visuals than to prose (except for those bloody shapes in those damn IQ tests which MENSA claims are arranged and placed in a logical order). However, I did not have an artistic future in store for me. Strange that after all these years of taking art classes (I took it up till high school), I still draw like crap.

I guess you just have to have a knack for it. Or maybe you have to be "lucky"? As some people say, "Luck is the residue of design". I mean, Picasso drew distortedly, Botero produced exaggerated pieces and Van Gogh splattered oil on canvas. But yet, they are hugely popular.

Here is my final attempt in creating a masterpiece for all to see...


Bellisimo?

What do you think? By the way, I copied Picasso's style. You can't stop an artist from expressing himself. Maybe there's hope for me yet! :P

Sunday, May 22, 2005

The playoffs are HEATing up!

*Play incoming Sportscenter music* da da DA, da da DA…

This season's NBA playoffs is probably one of the more interesting ones in recent memory.

I first started watching the NBA over ten years ago (early 90’s) when the Chicago Bulls ruled the roost. Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen, B.J. Armstrong and Dennis Rodman (crazy bugger but fun to watch) played seamlessly as a team to win title after title after title. But the fact is that it never got boring watching the Bulls pull off the victories with their buzzer-beaters and off-balance acrobatic shots. MJ truly deserved the six titles and six MVPs that went along with it, wouldn’t you agree?



The raging Bulls of yesteryear


Then came the era of the L.A. Lakers, with Shaq and Kobe delivering the one-two punches that knocked out the Eastern champs for three years consecutive. Nets, no chance. 76ers, try harder. Pacers, good effort but *crash*. By the way, I’d like send my best to Reggie Miller as he is now formally retired after having lost to Detroit last week. I never really did like the skinny stickler, but his perseverance and drive for the title deserves to be commended (too bad he failed). If I’m not wrong, he’s spent his entire NBA career (18 years) with one team, which is a rarity in today’s game. Bravo, Reggie.

Anyway, back to this year’s Playoffs. To me, this is a fun season to watch because:

1. Truly the BEST in the East versus the BEST in the West.

There is no fluke here. The teams have survived this far because they are GOOD. In terms of standings, there is no room for seventh-place teams, fifth-place teams, and even third-place teams. The no.1 Heat are playing the no.2 Pistons in the East, as the no.1 Suns battle the no.2 Spurs in the West. How exhilarating!

2. Shaq is back. With the HEAT!

Albeit Shaq has a bruise on his right thigh, he will give his best should the team doctors allow him to play. Also, he should be well-rested after sitting on the sidelines for weeks now. In the worst case scenario, Shaq will sit out for this round against last year’s champs and he’ll join them strong for the NBA Finals (see Piggy’s Predictions below). Anyway, the Heat have been on fire (no pun intended) without him so far. They haven’t dropped a match yet in the playoffs…and hopefully I don’t jinx them by saying so.

3. Passing clouds gone, Suns are shining.

When I read that it’s been 13 years since Phoenix Suns smelt the Finals, I was flabbergasted about how quickly time passed! I can still recall Charles Barkley playing around with his mouthpiece back in dem yonder days, his sidekick point guard Kevin Johnson, and of course who can forget, ‘Thunder’ Dan Majerle whose 3-pointers seemed like a surety. As a staunch supporter of that previous Suns team, I’d like to see this year’s Phoenix team put in their best efforts to finish off the season strong. The new generation found in this year’s MVP Steve Nash, Shawn Marion and Amare Stoudemire lack the crucial playoff experience but they’ve been on a roll, so don’t count them out yet.


Can the blazing Suns go all the way?

PiGGy’S predictions

What Piggy hopes it’ll turn out to be:

Eastern Conference Finals:
Heat over Pistons in four.

Western Conference Finals:
Suns over Spurs in four.

NBA Finals:
Suns over Heat in seven

Finals MVP:
Steve Nash (Man, I love this guy!)

What it’ll probably turn out as:

Eastern Conference Finals:
Heat over Pistons in seven.

Western Conference Finals:
Spurs over Suns in six.

NBA Finals:
Heat over Spurs in six.

Finals MVP:
Shaq, if playing without injury, else Dwyane Wade.

Whatever transpires in the June Finals, whatever the outcome, I will still say in true NBA fashion, “I Love This Game.”



*Play outgoing Sportscenter music* da da DA, da da DA…

Friday, May 20, 2005

Half-boiled embryo anyone?

Today's is 20 May 2005, Friday...end of the week. Just as a point of interest, today is the day where many couples got married in Singapore because the date 20/05/2005 looks cool (or maybe it's for some auspicious reason). I'm not sure if this is the trend in other countries as well, but I certainly didn't see any brides prancing around Ho Chi Minh City today.

I love having the weekend just around the corner when I can just kick back, watch some cable tv or dvds and not worry myself silly about work. So it's 9pm and there I was in the early stages of my weekend slackfest, lying on the couch watching a repeat telecast of the Pacers-Pistons playoff matchup (which the Pistons eventually won), and I get a call. It's my Vietnamese buddy Ton Tat Bao Thien (you should try saying his name 10x quickly). Apparently, he had gone home from work and decided that, unlike me, home was NOT the place to be on a Friday night.

So he cajoled me out of my cozy abode for a ride around town. I still ride pillion by the way, after 3 months or so of living in Ho Chi Minh City. I don't think I'll ever be able to maneuver and navigate my way through the manic streets of this city on a motorized two-wheeler. Hell, I can barely steer a bicycle properly...

After going around in circles joyriding and looking for a place to eat, we ended up in a backpacker street called De Tham. We sat at the side of the road at one of those makeshift stalls. The table was the height of my kneecap and fit for a kindergartener to roll his playdoh on. Similarly, the plastic seats accommodated my butt cheeks just right, but if I was to have any abrupt movements (such as maybe lifting one cheek to fart), I would have fallen right off that stool.

We order snails, clams and eggs. Not just ordinary eggs...nooo. These eggs, called 'hot vit lon', are fertilized duck eggs containing an undeveloped embryo inside. After cracking the egg and sucking the juice from it, you would scoop the duck out (together with feathers, bones, eyeballs, beak, etc), dip it in salt and gobble it down.


Fertilized duck egg with the partially developed embryo inside... yummy (?)

Now this delicacy is a first for me, though I've see the Filipino variant, the 'balut', being eaten many times. I never thought I'd ever voluntarily put this into my mouth, but somehow today I was feeling adventurous. It wasn't as bad as it looked actually. There was a hint of eggy flavor and the duck embryo tasted surprisingly like...duck! All in all, I suppose eating the egg wasn't half as exciting as the buildup to eating it.

After some googling, I found out that 'hot vit lon' supposely has aphrodisiacal qualities... Hmmm. Not sure if any couple would be turned on by looking at a curled up undeveloped duck but if it works, more power to them. If true, maybe they should consider exporting this to countries such as Singapore. They could have like a "SDU Balut Night" where opposite sexes can get to know each other over a freshly boiled duck's egg. Friday nights won't ever be the same again.

Thursday, May 19, 2005


Today is Ho Chi Minh's 115th birthday (if he was alive, that's it) so I thought it'd be nice to pay some tribute to the great Uncle Ho. Here's a statue of him with a kid (he loved children though he was not married and didn't have any of his own) in front of the People's Committee Building.

Carly Fiorina's speech

Below is a very interesting speech by Carly Fiorina, ex-CEO of HP. She recently addressed the graduating class of North Carolina A&T State University, making it a point to stay true to oneself and never to "sell your soul" even if you could "gain the world". The speech is sprinkled with anecdotes and is actually quite inspirational. Take some time to read it. Enjoy!

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"Thank you, Chancellor, and good morning. I'd like to join Chancellor Renick in welcoming all of you to the 114th commencement exercises of North Carolina Agricultural and Technical State University.

My fellow job seekers : I am honored to be among the first to congratulate you on completing your years at North Carolina A&T. But all of you should know: as Mother's Day gifts go, this one is going to be tough to beat in the years ahead.

The purpose of a commencement speaker is to dispense wisdom. But the older I get, the more I realize that the most important wisdom I've learned in life has come from my mother and my father. Before we go any further, let's hear it one more time for your mothers and mother figures, fathers and father figures, family, and friends in the audience today.

When I first received the invitation to speak here, I was the CEO of an $80 billion Fortune 11 company with 145,000 employees in 178 countries around the world. I held that job for nearly six years. It was also a company that hired its fair share of graduates from North Carolina A&T. You could always tell who they were. For some reason, they were the ones that had stickers on their desks that read, " Beat the Eagles. "

But as you may have heard, I don't have that job anymore. After the news of my departure broke, I called the school, and asked: do you still want me to come and be your commencement speaker?

Chancellor Renick put my fears to rest. He said, " Carly, if anything, you probably have more in common with these students now than you did before. " And he's right. After all, I've been working on my resume. I've been lining up my references. I bought a new interview suit. If there are any recruiters here, I'll be free around 11.

I want to thank you for having me anyway. This is the first public appearance I've made since I left HP. I wanted very much to be here because this school has always been set apart by something that I've believed very deeply; something that takes me back to the earliest memories I have in life.

One day at church, my mother gave me a small coaster with a saying on it. During my entire childhood, I kept this saying in front of me on a small desk in my room. In fact, I can still show you that coaster today. It says : " What you are is God's gift to you. What you make of yourself is your gift to God. "

Those words have had a huge impact on me to this day. What this school and I believe in very deeply is that when we think about our lives, we shouldn't be limited by other people's stereotypes or bigotry. Instead, we should be motivated by our own sense of possibility. We should be motivated by our own sense of accomplishment. We should be motivated by what we believe we can become. Jesse Jackson has taught us; Ronald McNair taught us; the Greensboro Four taught us; that the people who focus on possibilities achieve much more in life than people who focus on limitations.

The question for all of you today is : how will you define what you make of yourself?
To me, what you make of yourself is actually two questions. There's the "you" that people see on the outside. And that's how most people will judge you, because it's all they can see – what you become in life, whether you were made President of this, or CEO of that, the visible you.
But then, there's the invisible you, the "you" on the inside. That's the person that only you and God can see. For 25 years, when people have asked me for career advice, what I always tell them is don't give up what you have inside. Never sell your soul – because no one can ever pay you back.

What I mean by not selling your soul is don't be someone you're not, don't be less than you are, don't give up what you believe, because whatever the consequences that may seem scary or bad -- whatever the consequences of staying true to yourself are -- they are much better than the consequences of selling your soul.

You have been tested mightily in your life to get to this moment. And all of you know much better than I do: from the moment you leave this campus, you will be tested. You will be tested because you won't fit some people's pre-conceived notions or stereotypes of what you're supposed to be, of who you're supposed to be. People will have stereotypes of what you can or can't do, of what you will or won't do, of what you should or shouldn't do. But they only have power over you if you let them have power over you. They can only have control if you let them have control, if you give up what's inside.

I speak from experience. I've been there. I've been there, in admittedly vastly different ways -- and in many ways, in the fears in my heart, exactly the same places. The truth is I've struggled to have that sense of control since the day I left college.

I was afraid the day I graduated from college. I was afraid of what people would think. Afraid I couldn't measure up. I was afraid of making the wrong choices. I was afraid of disappointing the people who had worked so hard to send me to college.

I had graduated with a degree in medieval history and philosophy. If you had a job that required knowledge of Copernicus or 12th Century European monks, I was your person. But that job market wasn't very strong.

So, I was planning to go to law school, not because it was a lifelong dream – because I thought it was expected of me. Because I realized that I could never be the artist my mother was, so I would try to be the lawyer my father was. So, I went off to law school. For the first three months, I barely slept. I had a blinding headache every day. And I can tell you exactly which shower tile I was looking at in my parent's bathroom on a trip home when it hit me like a lightning bolt. This is my life. I can do what I want. I have control. I walked downstairs and said, " I quit. "

I will give my parents credit in some ways. That was 1976. They could have said, " Oh well, you can get married. " Instead, they said, " We're worried that you'll never amount to anything. " It took me a while to prove them wrong. My first job was working for a brokerage firm. I had a title. It was not "VP." It was "receptionist." I answered phones, I typed, I filed. I did that for a year. And then, I went and lived in Italy, teaching English to Italian businessmen and their families. I discovered that I liked business. I liked the pragmatism of it; the pace of it. Even though it hadn't been my goal, I became a businessperson.

I like big challenges, and the career path I chose for myself at the beginning was in one of the most male-dominated professions in America. I went to work for AT&T. It didn't take me long to realize that there were many people there who didn't have my best interests at heart.
I began my career as a first level sales person within AT&T's long lines department. Now, "long lines" is what we used to call the long distance business, but I used to refer to the management team at AT&T as the "42 longs" – which was their suit size, and all those suits – and faces – looked the same.

I'll never forget the first time my boss at the time introduced me to a client. With a straight face, he said " this is Carly Fiorina, our token bimbo. " I laughed, I did my best to dazzle the client, and then I went to the boss when the meeting was over and said, " You will never do that to me again. "

In those early days, I was put in a program at the time called the Management Development Program. It was sort of an accelerated up-or-out program, and I was thrown into the middle of a group of all male sales managers who had been there quite a long time, and they thought it was their job to show me a thing or two. A client was coming to town and we had decided that we were getting together for lunch to introduce me to this customer who was important to one of my accounts.

Now the day before this meeting was to occur, one of my male colleagues came to me and said, " You know, Carly, I'm really sorry. I know we've had this planned for a long time, but this customer has a favorite restaurant here in Washington, D.C., and they really want to go to that restaurant, and we need to do what the customer wants, and so I don't think you'll be able to join us."

"Why is that?" I asked. Well, the restaurant was called the Board Room. Now, the Board Room back then was a restaurant on Vermont Avenue in Washington, D.C., and it was a strip club. In fact, it was famous because the young women who worked there would wear these completely see-through baby doll negligees, and they would dance on top of the tables while the patrons ate lunch.

The customer wanted to go there, and so my male colleagues were going there. So I thought about it for about two hours. I remember sitting in the ladies room thinking, "Oh God, what am I going to do? And finally I came back and said, "You know, I hope it won't make you too uncomfortable, but I think I'm going to come to lunch anyway."

Now, I have to tell you I was scared to death. So the morning arrived when I had to go to the Board Room and meet my client, and I chose my outfit carefully. I dressed in my most conservative suit. I carried a briefcase like a shield of honor. I got in a cab. When I told the taxi driver where I wanted to go he whipped around in his seat and said, "You're kidding right?" I think he thought I was a new act.

In any event, I arrived, I got out, I took a deep breath, I straightened my bow tie, and went in the door - and you have to picture this - I go into the door, there's a long bar down one side, there's a stage right in front of me, and my colleagues are sitting way on the other side of the room. And there's a live act going on the stage. The only way I could get to them was to walk along that stage. I did. I looked like a complete idiot. I sat down, we had lunch.

Now, there are two ends to that story. One is that my male colleagues never did that to me again. But the other end to the story, which I still find inspiring, is that all throughout lunch they kept trying to get those young women to dance in their negligees on top of our table -- and every one of those young women came over, looked the situation over and said, "Not until the lady leaves."

It even followed me to HP. As you may know, the legend of HP is that it began in a garage. When I took over, we launched a get-back-to-basics campaign we called "the rules of the garage." A fellow CEO at a competitor saw that and decided to do a skit about me. In front of the entire financial analyst and media community, he had an actress come out with blond hair and long red nails and flashy clothes, and had a garage fall on her head. It made big headlines locally. It made me feel a lot like the "token bimbo" all over again.

I know all of you have your own stories. When you challenge other people's ideas of who or how you should be, they may try to diminish and disgrace you. It can happen in small ways in hidden places, or in big ways on a world stage. You can spend a lifetime resenting the tests, angry about the slights and the injustices. Or, you can rise above it. People's ideas and fears can make them small – but they cannot make you small. People's prejudices can diminish them – but they cannot diminish you. Small-minded people can think they determine your worth. But only you can determine your worth.

At every step along the way, your soul will be tested. Every test you pass will make you stronger.

But let's not be naïve. Sometimes, there are consequences to not selling your soul. Sometimes, there are consequences to staying true to what you believe. And sometimes, those consequences are very difficult. But as long as you understand the consequences and accept the consequences, you are not only stronger as a result, you're more at peace.

Many people have asked me how I feel now that I've lost my job. The truth is, I'm proud of the life I've lived so far, and though I've made my share of mistakes, I have no regrets. The worst thing I could have imagined happened. I lost my job in the most public way possible, and the press had a field day with it all over the world. And guess what? I'm still here. I am at peace and my soul is intact. I could have given it away and the story would be different. But I heard the word of Scripture in my head: "What benefit will it be to you if you gain the whole world, but lose your soul?"

When people have stereotypes of what you can't do, show them what you can do. When they have stereotypes of what you won't do, show them what you will do. Every time you pass these tests, you learn more about yourself. Every time you resist someone else's smaller notion of who you really are, you test your courage and your endurance. Each time you endure, and stay true to yourself, you become stronger and better.

I do not know any of you personally. But as a businessperson and a former CEO, I know that people who have learned to overcome much can achieve more than people who've never been tested. And I do know that this school has prepared you well. After all, North Carolina A&T graduates more African Americans with engineering degrees than any other school in the United States. It graduates more African American technology professionals than any other school. It graduates more African American women who go into careers in science, math, and technology than any other school. Your motto is right: North Carolina A&T is truly a national resource and a local treasure. And Aggie Pride is not just a slogan – it's a hard-earned fact!

Never sell your education short. And the fact that this school believed in you means you should never sell yourself short. What I have learned in 25 years of managing people is that everyone possesses more potential than they realize. Living life defined by your own sense of possibility, not by others notions of limitations, is the path to success.

Starting today, you are one of the most promising things America has to offer : you are an Aggie with a degree.

My hope is that you live life defined by your own sense of possibility, your own sense of worth, your own sense of your soul. Define yourself for yourself, not by how others are going to define you – and then stick to it. Find your own internal compass. I use the term compass, because what does a compass do? When the winds are howling, and the storm raging, and the sky is so cloudy you have nothing to navigate by, a compass tells you where true North is. And I think when you are in a lonely situation, you have to rely on that compass. Who am I? What do I believe? Do I believe I am doing the right thing for the right reason in the best way that I can? Sometimes, that's all you have. And always, it will be enough.

Most people will judge you by what they see on the outside. Only you and God will know what's on the inside. But at the end of your life, if people ask you what your greatest accomplishment was, my guess is, it will be something that happened inside you, that no one else ever saw, something that had nothing to do with outside success, and everything to do with how you decide to live in the world.

What you are today is God's gift to you. What you make of yourself is your gift to God. He is waiting for that gift right now. Make it something extraordinary. "

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Welcome to Piggy's World

You might ask why I'm starting to blog? Hmm, I've been somewhat influenced after reading quite a spiffy blog by my friend Erns (you can read it here:http://jungedeluxe.blogspot.com/). There you will find no nudity (I can hear a couple of "awws" already), some expletives and numerous photos of Europe. Also, you'll be able to see some of his caucasian mates, who to me, all look alike. It's funny how I used to ask myself... why do the caucasians say that we asians look the same. I guess now I understand - bloody hell, you all look alike to us too! And fatter too! Ha! No offence Erns... still luv ya.

Back on track...

Anyway, so I decided to start a blog... The instinctive rationale is, if I have no work to do in the office, why waste my time pretending to act busy! Hell, might as well BE busy writing down my views, posting pictures, sharing my life with you guys. Also this way, in 5 or 10 years down the road, when I become the wise man that I intend to become, I can look back and re-read any ideas, frustrations and thoughts penned in this blog. For those of you who know me well enough, you'll understand that my memory is not well...perfect. Thank you for understanding guys. Especially if I forget any important occasions, meetings or stories you might have told me about your life... In fact, as a sterling example, I can say that the only birthdays I really remember 100% of the time are of those in my family. I guess that's why they have that stupid birthdayalarm.com website that helps you with recalling birthdays.. It's not so much that the service they provide is stupid.. It's just that it gets really irritating for me to keep getting emails about updating my birthday profile for someone who I haven't talked to for months or even years or ever at all. In the end, after updating 100 entries, how many of your friends who receive the "birthday alert" will actually send their birthday wishes? Hmmm...

Anyway, I suppose if you are reading this, you are probably 1) my friend, 2) someone who really has too much free time or 3) me (yes, I do have too much free time). My birthday is Oct 28, so for my friends... do take note, and for that someone who has too much free time... you can also send your regards seeing how you have so much free time. Did I use the phrase 'free time' too much in the this paragraph? Oh well, that's what you get when you have too much free time... free time free time free time free time free time free time free time free time...FREE TIME! So there...accept it.

See how cool this is?!? I'm communicating with myself! Shit, all these years I never had a diary and now I've leapfrogged the pen-and-paper stage and am posting thoughts online... I'm so proud of myself. Hell, even if I AM the only one who reads this, it shows that I've not wasted my free time... I'm entertaining myself..hehe. Or is it the past me entertaining the future me. Hmmm....that's deep... Maybe I'll print this out for my kids to read next time to show them how deep Daddy is.

Ok, that's enough for the first blog... Will be updating with photos and whatnot once I familiarize myself more with this new-fandangled thing they call THE BLOG.

Welcome to my world baby.