Anger Management - anyone got Jack Nicholson's number???

The people wot know me, know about my temper (or lack of). I ain't the kind of guy who goes around looking for fights or confrontations just to prove my manhood (I got kids, I know I got balls, I don't need to pick on wimps, drive big cars, or pick up tons of women to prove I'm a man). However, I also ain't the kind of guy who backs off when someone pisses me off.

Today, I lost my temper...... sounds like a therapy session dunnit! "Hello, my name is John, and I have a problem"........ bullshit!

Here's the situation:

I get an e-mail today from some geezer in the north of Malaysia. Don't know the guy, never met him, and after this he'd better not meet me.

Anyhoo, this geezer sends me an e-mail coz somehow he's found out that I am a convert to Islam......... OK I've probably lost a few readers by saying that... but wait....... I ain't a religious dude! To marry my missus I had to convert. I'm still pretty much a free-thinker, I don't pray, don't believe in anything much (although some things make sense with a number of religions, there ain't enuff proof to make me believe in anything).

In his e-mail, the guy starts conversing as if he's my mate, and goes on about how I should embrace Islam. He understands my confusion and wants to help me to see the truth about God and all that pazazz. WTF!!!!!! He even added some quotes from the Quran and says this and that about what I'm doing wrong...... If I wanna follow religion I have plenty of friends here (Muslim and non-Muslim) who can help me. At this time I don't need Religion. Never have done. I know about Islam, Christianity, Buddhism etc but at this time there's nothing concrete enuff for me to embrace anything completely.

"Now", I think, "this guy might be one of those religious fanatics that gives Islam such a bad name, so I don't wanna diss him too much in case he has Taliban friends/sympathisers and they come and pay a visit to me".

But what the fuck! This sod has the nerve to send an e-mail like that. I know, I know..... I should have just deleted it as Junk Mail in case it had viruses and stuff, but the e-mail referred to things in my life that Junk Mail shouldn't know about. As it happens it was Junk but no virus (I checked!).

So what did I do. I sent him a e-mail reply with the title "No Interest - Go Away". The message included on the reply was simple "Nobody tells me what to believe. Sort your own life out before trying to convert/corrupt others. Don't contact me again."


Unbelievable!!! The only thing I can think of is that he found my website and got details from there. Now there's nothing on the website that can damage me or prove to create problems, but I suppose this kinda thing can happen.


How pissed off................... bloody pissed off!


Thought for the day: Religion is a personal thing. Its up to each individual to decide whether to believe or not. Don't diss them for their beliefs, but also don't diss them for their lack of beliefs. Freedom of belief.... thats the key!

My Team's driving me up the wall..........

I am a supporter..... a true supporter. My team's results really affect the way I live, work and play. When my team loses, it really affects the way I behave, my emotions etc etc.

That's why supporting my f****** team makes me such a moody b******..............

My father's side of the family comes from the East end of London, and as such I was taken to a lot of games of my team very early in life. I had my team shirt bought every year for me as a birthday pressie, constant subliminal messages that I should be proud to be a supporter of my team............ while all my mates supported other teams, I kept my family allegience.........

Don't get me wrong, I would never change my team of choice. I am still contemplating getting a tatoo of my team's crest on my arm, but MAN they are seriously p****** me off and have been for the last few years.

We seriously need to sack the board. The manager is normally the scapegoat for all the hate an disapointment, but I feel that is unfair. After all, even if he is bad, who hired him? At the end of the day, who approves the player signings, who decides the transfer of our best players to other clubs, who decides where the money we get from selling our assets goes to??? THE BOARD!!! And even when the team is in dire straights, the board still rewards themselves with nice little bonuses and raises...................

I checked the premiership teams, and currently there are 18 players up there who used to play for my team. Now we have a team of players that I don't recognise, have a handful of caps between them (normally for some obscure nation that win nothing), and once they do prove decent quality, the board will sell them off to pay for their new luxury yacht..........

RANT RANT................

I don't think I even need to mention the football team in question. Those who know about footy should be able to guess from the clues I have written above...........


SACK THE BOARD!!

Working late on Friday night sucks big time!

Sitting in my office, staring at the Safety Action Plan I am in the middle of designing, and feeling bored as hell! A day filled with lectures and meetings hasn't ended the week on a nice note.

But, one thing is cheering me up......... tomorrow is Saturday........ SATURDAY yeah! My day of relaxation, with no work, wife or kids to divert my attention from my main hobby - gaming. Yeah, I know what you're thinking....."Gaming is for kids"..... well I'm a big kid OK, actually all guys are big kids. Just look at us when our youngsters open their Xmas pressies and they get toys. Who is the first to play it with the excuse of "I'm just setting it up", "I've got to test it first", "WHO PAID FOR IT?".

Well the games that I'm into ain't really for kids. They involve metal miniatures, paint, scalpels, needle files, thinners, drills and low flying tape-measures and dice. Wargames to be exact. Some people think that wargamers are nerds / geeks...... hmmm, nobody better say that to my face. Granted some gamers (actually quite a few) are the type of guy that can't get girlfriends, and thinks that a good time is spending all day in a cyber-cafe using the chatrooms to send messages to their friend two seats away. But hey, there are normal geezers amongst the gaming community as well. You only have to come to our local Games shop on a Saturday to see a fine collection of normal blokes from all walks of life and professional careers, having fun whilst re-enacting the complete obliteration of your opponent's army (physical representation is not normally considered good form, unless the b*****d really annoys you).

So tomorrow I'll be popping down to my local games shop, carrying my metal figures that have been lovingly painted and modelled, equipped with my "Dice of Doom"TM, and "Tape-Measure of Ranged Destruction"TM looking to have some fun, smoke some cancer sticks wiv da boyz, and generally forget about work, life, the universe and everything.

Current 'in-game' is Confrontation by Rackham. A skirmish fantasy wargame with fun rules and absolutely superb miniatures. Have finished some of my Mid-Nor Dwarves and need to finish enough for a complete army, but also need to start on my Devourers and Drunes. The link below takes you to the Rackham store where you can see the miniatures in all their goodness:

http://www.rackham-store.com/index_us.htm

Need to get a piccy added here, so everyone can see the geezer that is writing these ramblings..... maybe later.




Thought for the day:
"Wargames ain't for pansies, coz the S.A.S. do it and they kick pansy butt big time!"

Here we go.......

OK, so I finally got round to putting one of these up on the net. I did my website a while back, but it ain't the best place to put thoughts and ideas due to the construction effort and time required....... so here I am.

I've been glancing through some of the Blogs made by mates and can see a weird trend going on in their Malaysian minds....... they are all f*****g crazy!!! Not exactly the same people you see on Saturdays down at the local haunt..... hmmmm

Anyway, first entry, let's make it worth reading so that I don't get loadsa comments telling me to shut the hell up and go back to rolling 'Ones'............ (you gotta be a wargamer to understand that comment).

Well, its Wednesday and work has been seriously boring. I'm a manager at one of the colleges here in Malaysia, and in addition to management work, I am also a Principal Lecturer in a number of Engineering and Management subjects. Well, today I've been writing exam papers............ one of the most boring parts of the job (the worst part of this job is having to mark the buggers). So anyway, I'm really looking forward to Saturday when I'll be hanging out with the rest of the gang, gaming, smoking, chatting blah blah........

My parents are coming down on the 14th March for their annual visit. They only get to see us and their Grandkids once a year so I've gotta make the month they are here special. But their visits always worry me......... why????? Its quite simple. They ain't young. I see them once a year. When I collect them at the airport I worry about how old they have become, how old they look........ coz they will have aged by a year and every time they come here they look older and it really hits me that time is moving on........... kinda puts a bit of a downer on their visits, but thats how it goes.

Apart from that, we normally have a good time when they're here. Dad loves the fact that he can see more football games here than back in the UK. Mum spends most of her time with Liyana and with Alex as well this time...........

That's all for now. Maybe another entry a bit later if I have the time.