Respect...

Respect: deference to a right, privilege, privileged position, or someone or something considered to have certain rights or privileges; proper acceptance or courtesy; acknowledgment: respect for a suspect's right to counsel; to show respect for the flag; respect for the elderly.

I sometimes wonder if its just me?
But the way I look at it, kids (by kids I mean those corporeal entities that possess a biological shell that seem to do every and any stupid things and is less than what... 16 years of age?) nowadays have no f**king respect.
Not all kids though, I know of a few who are well-behaved, polite, courteous blah blah blah.
They do exist, but you'll have a better chance of finding a certain Os*ma than bumping into one of this rare breed.

But why?
Why this ranting and raving about kids and the lack of respect?

Because they simply have none.
I see them everywhere.
I see them cursing and swearing in front of the uncles who I play soccer with.
I see them ordering the more senior players with the tone one can orders a dog around.
I see them shouting at their domestic helpers(ie: Maids) in public, sometimes their own parents.
I see them talking down to the salesperson, and if they're the salesperson, speaking down to the customers.
I see them everywhere.

What the f**k is wrong with them?
What are the parents teaching them nowadays?
That it is ok to not be respectful to those elder than you?
That it is perfectly alright to shout/talk down to someone else because they are of 'lower status'?
Where's the manners?
Where's the "Please" and the "Thank You"?
Replaced by the "fuck"s and the "KNN"s?
I shudder to think what my parents would have done to me should these words even so much of breath out of my lips.
And I believe most of us are brought up this way.
To greet our elders.
To not curse and swear in front of your elders.
To not act high and mighty.
To be respectful.

I'm kinda confused.
Either I'm always at the wrong place at the wrong time,
or I'm in a wrong era.
Remind me to make sure I discipline my kid.
If, I do have a kid that is...

Whirlwind...

I sometimes wonder if there's an inverse relation between the things I do and the things I blog about.
It somehow seems like the more things I do, the less I blog about.
Lack of time, maybe?

Seems like it was a rather busy May for me, at least till now.
Failed St James outing, failed Zouk outing, drinking(alone) at Clarke Quay, working OT till the lights went out, birthday celebrations, suppers, dinner with Horny, Man U winning the title, mahjong, Texas Hold'em, window shopping, Harold and Kumar, Dota, bringing work home, department soccer competition, grocery shopping, soccer training session, lazing at home.

Too much of a mouthful to blog about.
Maybe I should attempt to blog at least once every week?

We shall see.

Boiler with RECCOS...

The last time I checked, we just finished drinking at St James.
It was a Wednesday, then a Friday.
Wait. That was last week.

This, was what happened a few weeks ago...

Presenting... RECCOS @ Boiler!
In celebration of the April babies who were spawned of the same day: Beng, Xw and Jase.

The gals and the boys.
Smiling, laughing, having fun, getting drunk.
To be more precise, getting the birthday boys drunk.

The first man down.
Name: Teck Beng aka Beng
Drunken traits: Quiet(more quiet than usual), Immobile (developed a rather comfortable sitting stance). Always grinning. Visible loss of balance and gradual loss of control over limbs. Higher Propensity to vomit (now this I personally vouch for it. 3 puking sessions in less than 45 min!).
Next up, we have our 2nd winner!
Name: Xuanwei aka Vegan
Drunken traits: Propensity to point(middle finger usually) and stare at us, a session of loud curses and swearing followed by a mellow, quiet period. Still retained perfect control of limbs though mobility was greatly reduced. Puke was a strange translucent brown liquid devoid of sediments.

Our next winner didn't take too long to follow in the footsteps of the other birthday boys.
Name: Jason aka Jase
Drunken Traits: Projectile vomit covering a wide area of damage. Loud but repetitive comments. Secret practitioner of 'Drunken Fist'. Total loss of control over limbs.

This winner was not. I repeat. Was not part of the plan at all.
Though some of us might have the slight idea that he would, by some bizarre means/method, get himself sloshing drunk.
Name: Berd aka Anaconda
Drunken Traits: Total loss of control over the lower limbs(he will ALWAYS be crawling around I have no idea why). Total disregard for exposure of undergarments. High volume of vomit.

A rather apt picture of how the night went.
Some of us drunk, some half-drunk, and the unlucky ones were the sober ones who had to take care of the drunks.
I suddenly question the wisdom of not drinking... much that night.
Till the next birthday party then...