<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:13:38 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Adventures and random brain waves</title><description></description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>792</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-2138837306147166431</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 20:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-22T20:20:25.284Z</atom:updated><title>Isolation</title><description>I got a new computer last week, and of course the old modem (dating from 1874) didn't work with the new computer so I needed to get a new modem and then my landline phone and the Internet connection totally stopped functioning. To add insult to injury there was heavy snow on Saturday/Sunday, it was so bad that it was too much of a hassle to leave the house so I was totally isolated. I must say I enjoyed the solitude: I never read so much, watched so many movies, called so many friends (thank god my mobile phone kept functioning), so all in all I had a good weekend. Today all connections work again and I am enjoying my new, fast computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-2138837306147166431?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/12/isolation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-6974339613359877416</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 19:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-10T20:15:06.226Z</atom:updated><title>Goodbye Solo</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SyFWhBAVmOI/AAAAAAAAB_c/BRu7Jte1l0o/s1600-h/goodbyesolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SyFWhBAVmOI/AAAAAAAAB_c/BRu7Jte1l0o/s320/goodbyesolo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413703352281569506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1095442/"&gt;Goodbye Solo&lt;/a&gt; yesterday, the latest movie by American director Ramin Bahrani. I had read a while ago that it was a good movie, but didn't remember the details so I didn't really know what to expect. The story is about a young black taxi driver, Solo, in North Carolina who has an old white man, William, as a regular passenger. The old man asks Solo to drive him up to a local mountain, "Blowing Rock", two weeks later: "one way, no questions please, and I'll give you $1,000." Solo smells trouble and tries to develop a friendship with William, who clearly doesn't like the attention and tries to get rid of Solo. However, Solo keeps trying, and more or less forces William to open up a bit. In the mean time, Solo has problems with his girlfriend and we see William often in the local cinema where he spends a lot of time with a young guy who sells the tickets. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, Solo, accompanied by his stepdaughter, drives William to Blowing Rock, where he says goodbye to William (telling his stepdaughter "William is meeting a friend") and stares blankly in the distance suggesting that William jumped off the rock to commit suicide. &lt;br /&gt;The film was a bit too arty for me (none of the stories has a head or a tail), and on the way out I picked up the local movie magazine that had an article raving about the movie ("the ultimate movie about friendship") and explaining how "one can not force friendship on somebody" and "you have to let go of even your best friends". Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;After the movie I had dinner with MI and we discovered the best restaurant ever, &lt;a href="http://www.morlang.nl/"&gt;Morlang&lt;/a&gt; on Herengracht. Their Indian lamb curry "rogan josh" is the best ever and the Tarte tatin is to die for. We will be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-6974339613359877416?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-solo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SyFWhBAVmOI/AAAAAAAAB_c/BRu7Jte1l0o/s72-c/goodbyesolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-95664768746479863</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T20:55:57.887Z</atom:updated><title>Emotions</title><description>The weekend in London was good. I stayed with AA and got to meet his latest bf WO who seemed to be a nice guy. On Saturday we went to Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, the Musical, which was great fun - especially the costumes were excellent and the songs and jokes were hilarious. One of the songs was "Both sides now" by Joni Mitchell and listening to it I suddenly missed the sweetest man &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; and wished so much he was sitting next to me..... &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I visited MT and PE in their home in Roehampton, and when I arrived in Amsterdam around 8pm I choose to have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; beer with the gang.....until suddenly it was 1am and I took a taxi home. A good weekend. &lt;br /&gt;My stepfather is not doing well. Normally I don't speak with him on the phone often (my mother always picks up the phone when I call), and I was surprised when suddenly he called me last night. After some chit-chat he said that he had dreamt that he was on his death-bed and that he was talking to me, and he repeated the words he had said to me in his dream. I think it was his way of saying what he wanted to say to me (the dream story was just an excuse), and for the first time I could hear tears in his voice. In return, I said the words that I wanted to say to him before he dies, and it felt a bid surreal to have done it over the phone. I could feel that it won't be long until I am actually sitting at his death-bed. His daughter will be arriving this coming weekend, I will pick her up from the airport and take her to my mom's and stepfather's place. It will be quite hard to see somebody dear slip away from life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-95664768746479863?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/12/emotions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-9100387736419323734</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T20:02:13.184Z</atom:updated><title>Pilipinos</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SxgZAGwP-8I/AAAAAAAAB_M/SbIcF5acEg4/s1600-h/city+jet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SxgZAGwP-8I/AAAAAAAAB_M/SbIcF5acEg4/s320/city+jet2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411102441889332162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was gay movie night again, and the movie was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0345074/"&gt;Connie and Carla&lt;/a&gt;, about two girls who dress as men who dress as women. The movie is ok, nothing special, but I liked the Filipino character and especially his accent. I think Filipino accents are among the cutest in the world. It helped that we had 6 Filipinos in our group, and while having beers after the movie we had a lot of fun replacing all f's for p's. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be going to London for the weekend. I am looking forward to seeing AA, MT and PE and especially to seeing the musical Priscilla for which I have tickets. I just hope this guy will not be next to me on the plane........    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SxgZIvPeFKI/AAAAAAAAB_U/r_nyECpFGQo/s1600-h/fatguy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SxgZIvPeFKI/AAAAAAAAB_U/r_nyECpFGQo/s320/fatguy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411102590196651170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-9100387736419323734?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/12/pilipinos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SxgZAGwP-8I/AAAAAAAAB_M/SbIcF5acEg4/s72-c/city+jet2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-4161041147836760424</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-01T20:34:10.263Z</atom:updated><title>An example for all of us</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmIdsg1Da1s&amp;hl=nl_NL&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmIdsg1Da1s&amp;hl=nl_NL&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Today, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramses_Shaffy"&gt;Ramses Shaffy&lt;/a&gt; (born 1933) died. He was a popular and much-loved singer and actor throughout my youth, and most of all he was a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bohemianism"&gt;bohemian&lt;/a&gt; with a life-long love of life. In his own words, he "had a little bit too much love" and he "loved alcohol". I was happy to see him two years ago in a very emotional and fragile performance on Amsterdam's Rembrandtplein. He was extremely charming, positive, full of life, curious and friendly. The comments today from other Dutch singers, and average people on the street, say it all:&lt;br /&gt;"he &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lived&lt;/span&gt;"   &lt;br /&gt;"he didn't care about yesterday or tomorrow, he lived today"&lt;br /&gt;"all of Amsterdam was in love with him"&lt;br /&gt;"i think we would all have wanted to swap our lifes with him" &lt;br /&gt;May he rest in peace. &lt;br /&gt;This song "Zing, vecht, huil, bid, lach, werk, bewonder" translates as "sing, fight, cry, pray, smile, work and admire"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-4161041147836760424?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/12/example-for-all-of-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-4101495373630491208</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T20:35:29.916Z</atom:updated><title>Thin people more likely to be depressed</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SxQsfu87B6I/AAAAAAAAB-8/tua_1S8C8wM/s1600/thin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SxQsfu87B6I/AAAAAAAAB-8/tua_1S8C8wM/s320/thin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409997976069932962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Dutch Central Statistics Bureau reported today that slim people are more likely to be depressed than others. People who are very fat are also suffering from depression, however not as much as thin people. According to the study, the happiest people are slightly overweight males.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-4101495373630491208?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/11/thin-people-more-likely-to-be-depressed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SxQsfu87B6I/AAAAAAAAB-8/tua_1S8C8wM/s72-c/thin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-71388289094385700</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 23:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T23:11:31.215Z</atom:updated><title>Joseph and the amazing technicolor dreamcoat</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SwsVjgQYR_I/AAAAAAAAB-0/3WnFQW_Vync/s1600/joseph_toneel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SwsVjgQYR_I/AAAAAAAAB-0/3WnFQW_Vync/s320/joseph_toneel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407439477286651890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to the musical Joseph and etc. yesterday and it was great. For some reason, the Dutch translations of the typical Broadway / Westend musicals are always very good with many contemporary jokes and puns in the texts, and this time was no exception. Add good acting and good dancing and a rather homo-erotic scene (not noticed by most in the audience, I'd say) in which the Egyptian pharaoh admires Joseph's well-sculpted body, and a perfect evening was guaranteed. &lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we had our annual family dinner to remember my dad who passed away 16 years ago. It was good to be together although this time it was strange to remember my dad in the presence of my stepfather who we all know will most likely not be with us this time next year. &lt;br /&gt;Went out with the gang on Friday night and had a great time. Fortunately, these days I know when to stop drinking alcohol and switch to water....&lt;br /&gt;In other news, one of my bosses today mentioned (for the first time) the words "pulling the plug" in relation to the company. Either a miracle will happen or this game will reach its end-stage rather soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-71388289094385700?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/11/joseph-and-amazing-technicolor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SwsVjgQYR_I/AAAAAAAAB-0/3WnFQW_Vync/s72-c/joseph_toneel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-5386446914896041031</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 23:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T23:56:21.720Z</atom:updated><title>Ralph wins Youth Euro Vision Song Contest</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GgCDeXkz6Rc&amp;hl=nl_NL&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GgCDeXkz6Rc&amp;hl=nl_NL&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;14 year old Ralph from the Netherlands won the Youth Euro Vision Song Contest which was held in Kyiv, Ukraine, tonight. We haven't won the real one since 1975, so this gives some hope for the future.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-5386446914896041031?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/11/ralph-wins-youth-euro-vision-song.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-7245892122538633642</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T16:00:37.985Z</atom:updated><title>An involuntary emigration from Singapore (or: not all Singaporeans are sweet)</title><description>In the 1980's, Mr Chang Ming See (now 56 years old) emigrated from Singapore to the Netherlands. He met a girl who became his wife, and after a while he started to rape her and beat her up badly. His wife went to the police and after a while Mr Chang was sentenced to 3 years in prison for serious domestic violence. &lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, his wife wanted to divorce him and she was supported by her employer, a middle-aged Dutch couple, Jim and Jannie Schuiten who were running a sailing boat rental service in the Dutch province of Friesland. &lt;br /&gt;On 23 August 1995 Mr Chang, after serving his sentence, went to the Schuiten house and murdered the couple with a knife. He stupidly left his watch at the crime scene, and this watch could be traced back to Singapore which made the work of the police easy. He was arrested a few days later and eventually (in 1997) sentenced to 18 years in prison for double murder. He appealed and in the Dutch idiotic legal system of the 1980's and 1990's (laws have been changed since) he was released (!) until his case could be heard at the High Court. Of course he disappeared and for 12 years nobody knew where he was hiding. &lt;br /&gt;The two sons of the murdered couple never gave up and were constantly urging the authorities to keep looking for Mr Chang. &lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, he was found in Malaysia (apparently he made a phone call to a Dutch friend that was monitored), and yesterday the Malaysians put him on a plane to the Netherlands where he will have to serve his sentence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-7245892122538633642?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/11/involuntary-emigration-from-singapore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-4394481028260799791</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 20:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T20:59:22.737Z</atom:updated><title>Bullshitters</title><description>It is becoming very clear that many bankers have lost their jobs and are looking for ways to pay the mortgage and continue to have an extravagant lifestyle to which they have become addicted. My linkedin-account is getting many requests of former colleagues and friends-of-friends who are unemployed and seem to be desperate to find a job. I hate those people that would not even speak with me in the good old days because someone else was more important for their career, and are now sending me messages full of honey and asking me how I am and "we should have lunch soon." &lt;br /&gt;My bosses have an unsual talent to attract these people who I call "bullshitters". In most cases they have never done anything useful in their professional careers and their only talent is - you guessed it - bullshitting. Our office is becoming a temporary refugee camp for these people and as permanent staff we are amazed how they are (ab)using the facilties to pick up their careers at our expense. I have warned my bosses but they think they know better so I have to endure these bullshitters until the shit hits the fan. &lt;br /&gt;So I have another reason to be glad to currently work only 3 days a week - a schedule I could easily get used to and would be a nice interim - step to retirement. I am so glad now that I always lived below my means so when &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; lose my job I wouldn't really care. It is always good to have some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nakedentrepreneur.blogspot.com/2009/10/fuck-you-money.html"&gt;fuck you money&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.      &lt;br /&gt;In other news, the trip to Istanbul was wonderful and this time the city made it to my top-10 of great cities. After my two-day work week last week, on Thursday I went to Paris which is now my #1 favourite city. ZA from Taiwan was on his first ever visit there so I re-discovered all the highlights of the City of Lights - the Louvre, we climbed the Eiffel Tower, the Sacré Coeur, the Arc de Triomphe - you name it. Add the French food and a nice new gay bar "&lt;a href="http://www.raiddbar.com/"&gt;Raidd&lt;/a&gt;" with a real shower cabin with cute strippers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-4394481028260799791?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/11/bullshitters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-4146019866165555851</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T20:52:53.838Z</atom:updated><title>Going to Istanbul</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SvM7HZpyNGI/AAAAAAAAB-s/ZmIc08IbGno/s1600-h/turkish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SvM7HZpyNGI/AAAAAAAAB-s/ZmIc08IbGno/s320/turkish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400725376478622818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow morning I will be going to Istanbul for a long weekend. I have been there before in 1991 (?) with EW - I don't remember much of that visit, and in 2001 (?) just one day for work - that time I remember I had "met" someone on gaydar and he came to my hotel. He was very young and cute and we talked for a long time, I think he wanted something but I decided he was too cute and young for me.......yes, I know it sounds unbelieveable......&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this time I want to see all the monuments and mosques and churches and palaces, and fortunately the weather forecast is good (20-22C and partly sunny) so it will be fun to just walk around.&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I checked the gay Istanbul website and read the following:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Despite the caricaturized historical image of Turkish men in the western countries as dark-skinned men with big mustaches and big bellies, Turks are actually very European looking and beautiful race, definitely more white then the Spanish if not Italians or the French. Do not be surprised to see blond men with green eyes, if not many. Turkish people have no language or ethnic connection with the Arabs except the religion and its cultural influence.  In fact Turkish people are partly hybrid because, various nations lived together under Ottoman Empire rule such as Bulgarians, Serbs, Greeks, Jews, Arabs, Kurds, Georgians Armenians etc and its been a land of immigration because of its geographical position like a bridge between Asia and Europe.  Probably for that reason Turkish men are admired internationally by gay men from various nations including Americans, Europeans, Arabs, as well and Japanese and other nations of far eastern Asia. Especially the new generation boys and young men are very attractive who grew up with the pop images of private televisions. They know how to wear and how to act very well, even if they come from poorer families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the gay bars is described as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Originally a she-male club, but definitely not a typical one in comparison to other ones in Istanbul. Words are not enough to describe this 5 storey bar/club. Packed with a compilation of transvestites, semi-transvestites, male prostitutes, queens but overwhelmingly with hundreds of horny young boys ready to screw anything (call them bi or straight) coming from ghettoes of Istanbul especially on Saturday nights.  Some gay men who like such rough boys would also go here comfortably. Watch your wallet and do not expect to be highly esteemed. It can be really fun to see the place once, because it  must be one of its kind in the world most probably. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-4146019866165555851?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-to-istanbul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SvM7HZpyNGI/AAAAAAAAB-s/ZmIc08IbGno/s72-c/turkish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-8596443301740952280</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T17:08:26.335Z</atom:updated><title>Män som hatar kvinnor</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SvG00cDhxYI/AAAAAAAAB-k/A8XYSxQiMCc/s1600-h/Men_Who_Hate_Women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SvG00cDhxYI/AAAAAAAAB-k/A8XYSxQiMCc/s320/Men_Who_Hate_Women.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400296241171121538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was discussing ways to save some company money with my bosses, and I quickly volunteered to work a bit less, so from now on I will only work 3 days a week and have every Wednesday and Friday off! Great!&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to see the brilliant Swedish movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1132620/"&gt;Män som hatar kvinnor&lt;/a&gt; ("Men who hate women"). It is based on Stieg Larsson's famous novel and it didn't disappoint. &lt;br /&gt;The movie tells an intelligent story: a journalist and a troubled young female hacker works together on resolving a 40 year old mystery involving a disappearance, murders, Nazis and a dysfunctional family. The films story is very exciting and puzzling (for those that haven't read the book) and the pace is steady with some really tense situations. The investigation part of the story is excellent. Although it is 2.5 hours long it is never boring.&lt;br /&gt;The parents' guide on IMDb gives some clues about what to expect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lisbeth Salander is forced to suck an older man´s cock.&lt;br /&gt;Lisbeth Salander gets anal raped in an extremely brutal scene.&lt;br /&gt;Later in the film we find out Lisbeth Salander is bisexual when she wakes up with another woman, full nudity is seen of Salander including her breasts and buttocks.&lt;br /&gt;In one scene, Salander is trying to dominate Mikael Blomqvist by forcing herself onto him while getting penetrated, breasts visible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A man gets a dildo plugged up his ass while trying to shout, then he gets a message written on his body with lots of blood streaming out.&lt;br /&gt;There´s a flashback seen twice in the film where Lisbeth Salander burns a man alive, the second time we see the man burning to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly recommended movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-8596443301740952280?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-som-hatar-kvinnor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SvG00cDhxYI/AAAAAAAAB-k/A8XYSxQiMCc/s72-c/Men_Who_Hate_Women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-9189851091947352780</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 07:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T07:25:52.676Z</atom:updated><title>This is it!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/Su0383OpypI/AAAAAAAAB-c/OZ2saxcV-NE/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/Su0383OpypI/AAAAAAAAB-c/OZ2saxcV-NE/s320/MJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399033047044180626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to watch "This is it!" yesterday and I must say I was not disappointed. OK, the movie has probably been edited to show the "best" of MJ, but what comes across is that he is a very talented and professional artist and musician, and a genuinely nice guy. &lt;br /&gt;Despite having numerous assistants and directors to help him with everything, MJ is clearly in charge and tells his people what he would like to change and improve. Furthermore, having his track-record and success he could have become lazy but instead he wants things differently all the time, saying "this is why we have rehearsals". &lt;br /&gt;He also appears to be very nice and patient with everybody, a bit too soft for me (saying "I love you" and "God bless you" every two minutes) but watching this still I was convinced that he was a good person.   &lt;br /&gt;Go and watch it if you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-9189851091947352780?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/Su0383OpypI/AAAAAAAAB-c/OZ2saxcV-NE/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-8186183623138793169</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 20:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T20:41:22.198Z</atom:updated><title>Whatever happened to romance?</title><description>Message on gaydar:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am top xxl. 020-6978XXX&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say no reply from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-8186183623138793169?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/10/whatever-happened-to-romance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-2415468172823438392</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T19:12:09.664Z</atom:updated><title>Contact at the highest level</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SuCueq7hHgI/AAAAAAAAB-U/jGjZ6jOT4T8/s1600-h/singapore323_jpg_666083d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SuCueq7hHgI/AAAAAAAAB-U/jGjZ6jOT4T8/s320/singapore323_jpg_666083d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395504195533086210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have missed the news that the Dutch Prime Minister, Jan Peter Balkenende, is on a two-day visit to Singapore and was hosted to lunch by Singapore PM Lee Hsien Loong. &lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee spoke the following words: (excerpt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEECH BY MR LEE HSIEN LOONG, PRIME MINISTER, AT OFFICIAL LUNCH HOSTED IN HONOUR OF PRIME MINISTER OF THE NETHERLANDS HIS EXCELLENCY DR JAN PETER BALKENENDE , 22 OCTOBER 2009, 12:31 PM AT THE ISTANA BANQUET HALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bilateral relationship between our two countries is a strong and longstanding one. The Netherlands was among the first countries to recognise Singapore's independence and establish diplomatic relations in 1965. We are also indebted to Dutch economist Dr Albert Winsemius, who provided invaluable and wise advice on economic development and invest­ment policy for many years starting in the 1960s, even before Singapore became independent. On the occasion of Prime Minister Balkenende’s visit, I am pleased to announce that we will be naming one of our public roads after Dr Winsemius, in recognition of his contributions to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Singapore and the Netherlands are linked in many ways. Our economic relationship is robust and deep. The Netherlands is our third largest European trading partner. It is also our second largest investor, with over S$50 billion worth of assets in Singapore. This is a remarkable figure, showing that size is no impediment to achieving a considerable economic impact. Almost a thousand Dutch firms operate out of Singapore, adding to our economic vibrancy and diversity. On our part, Singapore has investments worth S$3.1 billion in the Netherlands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the economic and security spheres, our people-to-people ties remain strong, anchored by a significant Dutch community in Singapore. Many Dutch citizens contribute to our economy and society, just as Dr Albert Winsemius did a generation ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I now invite you to join me in a toast to the continued good health and success of Your Excellency Prime Minister Balkenende; peace and prosperity for the people of the Kingdom of the Netherlands; and closer relations between the Kingdom of the Netherlands and Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny that he mentions the "significant Dutch community in Singapore", but chooses to ignore the equally significant Singapore community in the Netherlands. He could have said: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"there is also a significant Singapore community in the Netherlands, many of whom are gay men who for various reasons choose to move to the low countries."    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-2415468172823438392?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/10/contact-at-highest-level.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SuCueq7hHgI/AAAAAAAAB-U/jGjZ6jOT4T8/s72-c/singapore323_jpg_666083d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-663876813755659243</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 12:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-18T12:47:51.789Z</atom:updated><title>Dutch hope, hamburger with pesto and Spanish in Singapore</title><description>Some time ago, MA asked if I wanted to join him and a group of friends to a one-time performance by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freek_de_Jonge"&gt;Freek de Jonge&lt;/a&gt;, the surviving half of cabaret duo "Neerlands Hoop" ("Dutch hope") which was very popular in the 1970's and to whose shows I went many times during my high-school years. The theatre was filled with hard-core fans mostly in their 50s and who seemed to know all of the songs and sketches by heart. De Jonge did a great job mixing the old show with contemporary jokes and we all had a good time. I still remember vividly that once, I was on the first row of the theatre in The Hague for one of their performances (must have been around 1978), and he spit in the audience as part of one of the sketches. We all found it very funny then....... but then, these were the wild 70s when we all had long hair and we all dreamt to be free and happy forever. &lt;br /&gt;On Friday I joined MA and HE for drinks in April. HE's ex-bf XX was also there and from the moment we met I could feel there would be drama. XX was drunk and way too touchy-feely with MA and myself, I guess it was his way of getting closer to HE who tried to keep a distance. In the end, there were tears and XX ended up in MA's bear hug for a good 10 minutes. After April we went to Exit Bar and then to Exit which was surprisingly empty. I had had enough but MA wanted to end the night with french fries and he also ordered a hamburger with pesto (??) which we shared and which I regretted the moment I put my teeth in it. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met up with &lt;a href="http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2008/02/export-to-singapore.html"&gt;JA&lt;/a&gt; who was on a short visit to Amsterdam. He is very happy in Singapore although he lost his job there and is currently looking for something new. I hope he can find something decent soon. Fortunately, he got his PR in Singapore within 8 months after moving there so he has time to make his dreams come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-663876813755659243?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/10/dutch-hope-hamburger-with-pesto-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-3766563093419611322</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 20:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T20:41:08.690Z</atom:updated><title>A stable mouth</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/StY3W74R0VI/AAAAAAAAB-M/dy3WQ53zFlg/s1600-h/teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/StY3W74R0VI/AAAAAAAAB-M/dy3WQ53zFlg/s320/teeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392558470993138002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to the dentist this morning and after running through my mouth he commented: "looks good, you have a stable mouth". While he was doing his thing, I was thinking if he could see traces of oral activities that I sometimes perform, any dentist reading this please let me know. I have had the same dentist since 1988 - he is my age and we basically are getting older together and most times when he asks "how are you" I reply: "well, six months younger than last time". &lt;br /&gt;The comment about the stable mouth came back to me when I read a link that CO posted on Facebook about a new acronym: the &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/this-britain/meet-the-tireds-young-wealthy-and-disillusioned-by-30-579320.html"&gt;Tired's &lt;/a&gt;. The article is about young professionals who have their mid-life crisis in their early 30's, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The mid-life crisis is coming earlier and to a broader range of professional people. Once it was the overworked bankers aged 45-50 but now it is happening to lawyers, journalists, teachers and doctors in their 30s" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two things ("stable mouth" and "mid-life crisis") put together made me reflect on my life: I have (so far) never been down enough to have a mid-life crisis but on the other hand my life is rather stable now - not many really new experiences or adventures. Some friends of mine are adopting babies, making radical career changes, are experimenting with all kinds of drugs, are turning monogamous overnight or are doing other strange things, perhaps I should make an effort to also do something radically new?&lt;br /&gt;Stamp collecting, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-3766563093419611322?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/10/stable-mouth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/StY3W74R0VI/AAAAAAAAB-M/dy3WQ53zFlg/s72-c/teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-4990592965422617222</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T13:29:40.574Z</atom:updated><title>Nick and Simon</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5o0vFWBsMe0&amp;hl=nl&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5o0vFWBsMe0&amp;hl=nl&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; When i was cycling home last week I suddenly heard a lot of girls screaming so I asked someone what was happening. He said "Nick and Simon are performing here tonight" and I thought to myself "who the heck are Nick and Simon". Turns out they are two young musicians who are very popular with the teenage girls, and ofcourse I had never heard about them...... I went to the concert that night and I must say they did a good job and one of them is quite cute. See for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-4990592965422617222?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/09/nick-and-simon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-2006884543401622828</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T05:32:16.664Z</atom:updated><title>OMG: my former boss in the PAP propaganda team</title><description>In the Straits Times today: a letter by my former boss who I always thought as a reasonable man......well, apparently he has decided he needs to be elbow-deep with the Sing government......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE may introduce legislation requiring employers to allow part-time work, and carry the cost. As a Dutch citizen whose country has such laws, may I sound a word of caution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore has built a successful economy partly by holding people responsible for their choices while supporting the needy. In many Western economies, people push the consequences of their decisions on work-life balance, family size and the like to other citizens via welfare, unemployment benefits, childcare subsidies, long paid holidays, long maternity leave and part-time employment. Labour becomes expensive and inflexible. The associated high tax rates remove the incentive to work hard and take risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore cannot afford to fall into this welfare trap. It would lose its competitive position both as supplier of goods and services as well as employer of world-class talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the burden on employers is unfair. Having children is a personal decision. As part of the national birth rate, it is perhaps a topic of public policy. But never is an employer more than an innocent bystander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if the workplace becomes an instrument of public policy, the cost should be borne by the Government. That cost is considerable: Capital (machinery, office space) is used less efficiently if tasks are shared between staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cost is lower flexibility of part-timers. People work part-time because they have other commitments they either must or want to honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have sufficient capacity, an employer will need more full-time employees when using part-timers, as opposed to asking full-timers to work longer sometimes and take time off later as compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, why seek higher birth rates as the reason? The world population is already too large. Global warming, food shortages and pollution are problems partly caused by population pressure. Ageing populations are not an evil to be battled. They are an unavoidable adjustment process to reduce the world population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Singapore. A population of almost five million is already an ambitious target. What is the purpose of making a large part of the population semi-redundant so they can grow the population, mainly to grow an economy which we have first shrunk by allowing people to work part-time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smaller number of fully employed people must be the better option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilfred Frederik Nagel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-2006884543401622828?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg-my-former-boss-in-pap-propaganda.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-3674060772951327446</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 19:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T19:52:08.678Z</atom:updated><title>Filial piety</title><description>I was procrastinating at work today, and surfing randomly when I remembered expatsingapore.com where I sometimes hung out before and during the early days of my time in Singapore. I stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://www.expatsingapore.com/forum/index.php/topic,55138.0/topicseen.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; and started thinking about the difference between Western and Asian relationships between parents and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;I am Chinese but have never really embraced my culture. Having lived abroad and now in a relationship with a Western man and having friends from all over the world, I am no longer fully in touch with the Chinese values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting married soon and recently I had a quarrel with my mother because she was upset that I hadn't thought about booking accomodation for the entire family for the wedding (my family live in Malaysia). I would have paid anyway but because I didn't want to create an expectation, I wasn't going to say anything until the bill was presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then brought up the fact that I had never given my parents a cent despite the fact that I "earn so much". (Conveniently forgetting the expensive presents when I visit (admittedly not often) and me giving her every single cent in my savings account after taking out only enough money to cover living expenses for a few weeks when I decided to move abroad for work. And she reminded me that so and so booked the entire resort for their family when they got married....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am upset of course with her implying that I was an ungrateful daughter but I'd like to find out whether I have broken a tradition or failed an obligation - and whether this would apply in a Western as well as an Eastern culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, my fiance's parents would never have expected us to pay for them to come and they are flying in from Europe and they even offered to contribute towards the wedding expenses, but we said that there was no need although we were grateful for the offer. They are a lot less well-off than my parents. But then again, maybe they are an exception rather than the norm...&lt;br /&gt;Unquote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was that the poster's mother is a terrible bitch, however reading the other posts in the thread I remembered the differences between Western and Asian parents, and the concept of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filial_piety"&gt;filial piety&lt;/a&gt; that is so important in Asian (especially Chinese) culture. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In somewhat general terms, filial piety means to be good to one's parents; to take care of one's parents; to engage in good conduct not just towards parents but also outside the home so as to bring a good name to one's parents and ancestors; to perform the duties of one's job well so as to obtain the material means to support parents as well as carry out sacrifices to the ancestors; not be rebellious; show love, respect and support;display courtesy; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ensure male heirs&lt;/span&gt;, uphold fraternity among brothers; wisely advise one's parents, including dissuading them from moral unrighteousness; display sorrow for their sickness and death; and carry out sacrifices after their death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered that my friend ED is thinking about getting a girlfriend; and AR has recently proposed to his girlfriend - even though they are as gay as Elton John. I suspect (no, I know) the influence of the parents is definitely there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to judge them, or others when they act according to what apparently is such a strong culture influence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and stepdad were here this weekend and I spent two full days of "quality time" with them. They accept me for what I am, and for that I love them and will always treasure my time with them, as long as they live. Money doesn't come into the equation - my parents had my brothers and me because they wanted to have children, not as some kind of pension fund for their future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I do not judge other systems, but in my cultural context I am glad I was born in the Western system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-3674060772951327446?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/09/filial-piety.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-6775172812091547969</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T18:58:50.466Z</atom:updated><title>Cycling weekend and 50th birthday party</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SpWFPYkYKdI/AAAAAAAAB-E/l6maHLyLwL8/s1600-h/IMG_2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SpWFPYkYKdI/AAAAAAAAB-E/l6maHLyLwL8/s320/IMG_2178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374348229676116434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The annual cycling weekend took RE and myself along the banks of the River Rhine to Düsseldorf. The weather was perfect for cycling and as usual we had a good time. Düsseldorf turned out to be a very nice city with lots of good modern architecture, and nice people as it is the fashion and media capital of Germany. Here is a picture of the morning sun on the Rhine near Xanten. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday HE celebrated his 50th birthday (the first to turn 50 of the core members of the gang). It was a good party and even though is was Tuesday we all drank too much. I vaguely remember chatting up a very cute, drunk, young Italian tourist who was agressively taken from the scene by his angry and jealous girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-6775172812091547969?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/08/cycling-weekend-and-50th-birthday-party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SpWFPYkYKdI/AAAAAAAAB-E/l6maHLyLwL8/s72-c/IMG_2178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-9006766335227804731</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 20:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-17T21:55:36.961+01:00</atom:updated><title>A missed opportunity</title><description>I was having a good time at JI's party last Saturday when CA suddenly called me over and said "there is someone here who wants to meet you". A cute young Asian guy smiled and said "don't you remember me?" and to be honest I had to think long and hard...his face looked familiar but I couldn't immediately "place" him. Turns out it is GA - someone I worked with when I was at XYZ Bank in Singapore - he did a small project for me at the time and we met just a few times at work. I never knew that he was gay and suddenly 4 years later we meet at a party in Amsterdam. He now works for XYZ Bank in Amsterdam, and I was also introduced to his bf. As MA said: another missed opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-9006766335227804731?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/08/missed-opportunity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-8028053854099179371</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 20:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T22:18:56.836+01:00</atom:updated><title>The curious life of Ferdi E.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SndUOXRQPuI/AAAAAAAAB98/qJkqfy4j8NY/s1600-h/ferdi+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SndUOXRQPuI/AAAAAAAAB98/qJkqfy4j8NY/s320/ferdi+e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365850086776520418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The news this country talked about today was the death (in a traffic accident) of Ferdi E. The man became famous in 1988 when he admitted the kidnapping and murder of business man &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerrit_Jan_Heijn"&gt;Gerrit-Jan Heijn&lt;/a&gt;, brother of supermarket magnate Albert Heijn whose family owns the shops where most of the country do their daily grocery shopping. In late 1988, Ferdi E was sentenced to 20 years in prison and psychiatric treatment. He was declared "no danger to society" and released on parole in 2001.  &lt;br /&gt;At the time he committed his crime in 1987, he was enjoying a disability social security payment. This payment was stopped when he was sentenced guilty. However, according to the laws valid in 1987/8, the social security payment should not have been stopped. Some clever lawyers offered Ferdi E assistance to get his rights, and the courts awarded him € 350,000 in arrears payments. Even here, this raised a storm and the law was changed so that prisoners could not keep their social security payments and leave prison as a rich man. But Ferdi E got to keep his money and bought a nice villa in a village in the East. &lt;br /&gt;Today Gerrit Jan Heijn's widow, Hank Heijn, offered her condolences to her husband's murderer's family, saying "it is always sad when a widow has to miss her partner, and children their father. This is true for Ferdi E's family as well." She is the hero of this story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-8028053854099179371?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/08/curious-life-of-ferdi-e.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Brado1PUfqM/SndUOXRQPuI/AAAAAAAAB98/qJkqfy4j8NY/s72-c/ferdi+e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-7731635349069282451</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T21:15:54.801+01:00</atom:updated><title>Joy, sadness and a bit of everything</title><description>Life is so strange sometimes. Last weekend was full of joy with several dinners, parties and a BBQ at my house on Sunday. Then on Monday we got the news that my stepfather has indeed been diagnosed with uncurable lung cancer, and the doctors expect he will only live another 6 to 9 months. I can't imagine how he must feel, given the fact that he feels quite well at the moment and he and my mum have so many plans. They said that they are planning to live on "as if nothing has changed", but of course that is impossible. &lt;br /&gt;Last night MT from London was here as he had a job interview in Amsterdam this morning. Apparently the economy in the UK is much worse than here and he would move back to Amsterdam if he gets a job here, even if it would mean being separated from his partner PE.   &lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least, today it is exactly 3 years after I met the sweetest man. There was talk that I had to go on a business trip to Asia and I could surprise him the 2nd weekend of August, but yesterday I learned the trip was cancelled. Sh!t. Well, hopefully soon I can travel Eastwards again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384517885608745343-7731635349069282451?l=happyamsguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://happyamsguy.blogspot.com/2009/07/joy-sadness-and-bit-of-everything.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (happyamsguy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384517885608745343.post-2127238525369372085</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-22T21:17:47.847+01:00</atom:updated><title>The U2 concert</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wq4Jh39KJ8U&amp;hl=nl&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wq4Jh39KJ8U&amp;hl=nl&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Yesterday I went to the U2 concert in the Amsterdam ArenA. It was GREAT. It all started with a warm-up act by a band called Snow Patrol (find their song Shut your eyes on Youtube) which was already very good and bringing the atmosphere to the stadium. U2 played for more than 2 hours and it is amazing how the band and especially Bono can create a "bond" between the audience and the performers. FANTASTIC. I went with MA, FR, CR and some of MA's friends and we were comparing this concert to Madonna and the verdict was clear: U2 is 20 times better. Madonna is just a well-oiled money machine - here with U2 we got 20 times the fun and experience for half the money. A great night out!&lt;br /&gt;Above is an old video of one of their best songs "One love" which they also played last night. 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