Friday, February 26

have a break


with the right mix of artistic throw-backs and futuristic references,

"symphonies" by dan black, featuring the freshest, kid cudi


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Des

Thursday, February 25

Heart of a Lion (Confidence)

Who comes into your mind when the word confidence is thrown to you? A well-groomed man inheriting Brad Pitt genes plus Obama talent, or Mr Donald Trump using his endless green notes to wipe off some table stains? Guys, if any of the above images flashes out, it implies one fact.

You have no confidence in yourself.

I leave the task of flipping through the pages of Miriam-Webster's to you if you want the definition of confidence but if your ambition is to shine, then tell your friends to stop hurrying you for the game of Left for Dead and read on.

Now as the topic of confidence is as broad and endless as the Middle East conflict, I will restrain myself from discussing every part.

Note: This article is my own rendition of what really is confidence, especially in the eyes of Eves, so don’t copy this wholesale and pass it off as your thesis.

• Confidence should be the direct result of your own “foundation”.

What makes certain brands stand out and others look like the brown stuff you produce in the toilet? It is the integrity/foundation of the product. This consists of the reliability and the strength of the merchandise. In short, sales people call it “product confidence”.

Now, how much do you know and understand about yourself? I do not mean whether you prefer your right hand over your left when it comes to self-pleasuring but the true nature of you; your personal strong and weak points. A product can only be better if the flaws are being corrected.

Especially so in this harsh market of love, where you men are the product, it is of paramount importance that you rise above the rest. If the stuff I parted my money with is a jabroni piece of crap, it will be blacklisted forever. On the contrary, any man coming from the sixguys brand is similar to a Triumph brassiere.

We make women comfortable and happy.

However, guys, if you suck, then I suggest go join the wusses, egoistic man at their monastery. Worse still, like Toyota's reputation plunging faster than Moses Lim in a free fall situation, you soon realize that every Jane, Mary and Michelle will now know you belong together with the inferior stuff.

Let me reiterate, I do believe that no one can be 100 percent confident and feeling good about himself all the time but do this 75 percent of your time, you need to know you are of premium substance. I do not care if your parents do not hug you enough while you were growing up but guys, it's time to show yourself some love. Do that for a start.

Get some nice clothes. Get a neat and nice hair cut. This does not equate to expensive goods. In reality, it simply relates to dedication.

I know of guys who just shop around without putting in effort to stop and think, “Do I look good in this, do I suit that?" They plainly rush into decisions.

Let me remind you of an old principle: “Quality over quantity.” What’s the use of 10 pieces of umbrella brand underwear if a woman’s desire is to rip off one good pair of Calvin Klein underpants?



If you are dedicated, you will go towards any length to make yourself look good. Remember, if you look good, naturally you will start feeling good as well. This will equate to confidence.

Also, start reading some books now rather than using the same old story of how you survived all the shit during your National service. They don’t serve the country so they don’t really care. Check out conversational jujitsu. Now who said martial arts can’t be sexy?

Furthermore, to be a great man, we have to learn from one. Johann Wolfgang van Goethe, Victor Hugo or even minister mentor Lee Kuan Yew. They are called leaders/alpha-male not just by their hits on Google. Stop taking advice from soap operas and read a solid book. That was what men in the 1950s did. Ask any of the teenagers now on their greatest achievement and his answers will most likely to be,”I can snipe really well in 'Medal of Honor'.” Guess what, our forefathers fought real wars for their beliefs.

Guys, almost every sportsman that desires to clinch an Olympics gold medal will seek out coaches who have successfully done so. We sixguys dedicate ourselves, sacrificing our brain cells and spare time, to help men. Remember, eagles fly with eagles, birds fly with birds. Continue pursing sixguys and you will increase your knowledge and understanding of girls and dating. Intimacy with the subject has a direct proportion with our confidence.

Men, I know it’s tough but it's serious time to step up. Man up. The world needs no losers. When people start associating you with quality, your confidence will definitely ooze out.

That is when girls will start pestering you with the tenacity of an insurance agent.

wL

Monday, February 22

Fuck

Out of all the English words that begin with the letter F, fuck is the only word referred to as the 'F' word. One magical word, just on its own, can describe pain, pleasure hate and love. The F word can be used in the heat of the moment, in times of passion or to simply to bask in sweet sweet gratification.


Fuck yeah...


In our mission to educate men from all walks of life, I present to you this unique and versatile word. Fuck.

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6 scenarios you'll find yourself compelled to blurt out the F-word
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So, it was a Saturday night, you and your pal, Vincent, decided to hang out at the local bar/pub, just like all other losers in town do (and also because this week's Saturday night movie on Channel 5 sucked. Loser.)

You take the train down to Clarke Quay station where both of you had arranged to meet. On the journey, you started thinking about when was the last time you and Vincent met. Heck you realized you don't even know a whole lot about Vincent.

He was from my Secondary school... right?

Does he have a girl-friend?

Of course not.

Why the hell would he hang out with me on Saturdays if he had a girlfriend.

But that Facebook picture of him and that blonde...

Ooo... that girl standing across has nice boobs...

Oh yea about Vincent.

Is he working? Schooling?

Shit. Who the hell is this guy I'm hanging out with?

Is he even capable of dragging my ass out when I get shit drunk and start taunting the bouncer?

Wait... what does he even look li-

Oh yes! She dropped her file! Wait for it... Wait for it... YES!! She's bending over to pick up that file or whatever! Yes! Did she dropped it on purpose so that she can show me her boobies? Should I go approach her and compliment her on those awesome boobies.


those awesome boobies


Suddenly, as if to get you out of your pervert thoughts, you feel a smack on your back and hear,

"Hey, Brian! How the Fuck have you been!"

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#1. Fuck can be used as a greeting
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Yeap. That's the Vincent you remembered for being notoriously vulgar. There he stood, all 5 feet and 200 pounds of him. He looked like the kind who would wrestle alligators in the morning just to get his heart pumping. Instead of eating bread and toast in the morning, he would eat the bread toaster and the coffee maker. He also happens to be the only person you ever knew who punctuates sentences with the word 'fuck'. If the word 'fuck' was sprinklers and confetti, we'd be having a party right now. And if the party was a sex party, I would invite the girl across with the awesome rack.

-Smacks-

"Ouch! What the fuck was that for?"

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#2. Fuck can be used to express pain
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"I said how are you man?"

"Yea, I was fine until you smacked me..."

(You whined, rubbing your hands on your head to check if there were any contusions. Yeap. Vincent is definitely able to drag your ass out of the pub if you start messing around with the bouncers.)

"Well, you were in a daze and your hands were rubbing at your groin."

"What? No i was not- I uh- I was- uh- sex party- Never mind. Hey so tonight huh? Like old times?"

"Fuck yea~ Like old-fucking times!"

(Vincent raised his hand up for a high-five but to avoid a broken/fractured wrist, you clap your hands together in an awkward manner and started to turn towards the direction of the pub.)

"Oh...kay... Let's just go there huh?

About fuckin-time!"

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#3. To tell the time (note the omission of the letter 'g' in the word 'fuckin'
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The city lights stood out with a busy constellation of streets and houses, while luxury cars weaved their way around the inverted sky. It was impossible to make sense of, except for the main strip, a single entity of light and noise. Crowds of youngsters swaggered towards the red neon lights like zombies attracted to flesh and brains except the brains in this case meant boobs while flesh meant... yea just flesh.

Brains...


Moments later you found yourselves in a bar, beer mug in one hand while your other hand occasionally came out of your pocket to scratch that itch that was never really there in the first place. Beads of sweat formed around your temples despite of the air-conditioner blasting you in the face.

'If anyone asks me why I am perspiring, I'll reply to them 'because I'm too hot' and then wink at them cheekily' you tell yourself... but after a whole thirty minutes of standing like a wooden block, the most you got was a 2 second glance - which came from the bartender who wanted the empty beer mug back.

In short, you, the geek, found yourself thrown in a socially awkward situation. You stood still, feeling like a lost kid whose parents brought you along to their social gathering with high school friends. You felt a nudge and you see Vincent pointing his chin towards his left.

"Hey, check out that hot chick!"

"Which hot chick?" you reply, wiping some sweat off from your forehead. "Is she perspiring too?"

"What? No! That one over there!" Vincent edges his chin towards the left a little more. "at the couch." She's so fucking hot! I would gladly give 5 years of my life just to be her boyfriend."

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#4. As an indicator of extreme standards
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You see a group of girls. But only one stood out. Tall and lean with a figure like a Victorian model. Long wavy brown hair that had an extra bounce whenever she turned her head. Her poise and posture told the story of a ballroom dancer. She wore a white party dress with a plunging neckline. She was so hot that when she smoked a cigarette, she didn't need a lighter. She was so hot the reason the universe is expanding is because she is arousing it.



Mustering your courage, you decided to give it a shot. Because hey, what have you got to lose yea? Who knows what could happen? I mean like, whats the worse that could happen?

Your strides were wide. Your chest was high. You walked up to this babe. Remembering the material you read from sixguys, you delivered your approach.

"Hey babe, would you like to come over to my place and check out my cat doing back-flips?"

-Oh wait a mi- was that how it's suppose to be?! Crap! I've totally fucked this up for the 26th time!

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#5. To make a botch of something; blunder
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Your heart slowly sank as you prepared for rejection, you feel the sweat dripping down your neck as you braced yourself for a slap or worse, a kick in the nuts.

"Hmmm... Okay."

"Huh? Wha- Okay? You mean like it was an 'Okay' pickup line or 'Okay, you won't kick me in the nuts'? or..."

"Lets go over to your place to check out that cat of yours!"

You cannot believe your ears! It must have been all the accumulated karma you earned buying the karma-tissues from street peddlers! Or perhaps the stars have come together to align and created for you a perfect storm of sexual attraction (sextraction)!

Moments flashed by and all you could remember were stills of your sexual adventures. Like a silent movie.

This is the best sex scene we could provide due to violations of terms of agreement.


The next morning came. The sun shone brightly through the frosted glass, sprinkling beams of shimmering soft light across the walls, as though someone had sprinkled glitter from above creating a beautiful masterpiece. It felt strangely unusual for a November morning, as although the day was bright, the air remained icy cold.

You awoke with a wide victorious smile from the noise of the the flowing of water from the bathroom tap followed by the sounds of a elegant lady peeing in your toilet. A woman in your bedroom toilet. Yes, you like how the words had a zing to it because the only other woman who ever stepped into your toilet was your mom and she swore never again. Out of curiosity or your perverse nature, you leaned across your bed to take a peek at your prize of the night.



Oh Fuck...

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#6. To depict how deep in shit you are
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You phone rang and you answered, still in a state of shock but it all became apparent to you as you heard Vincent on the other end of the line hysterically laughing.

"How'd you like the Roofies in your beer Mr. Homo?"

zw

Friday, February 19

Conversational Jujitsu: 42

"I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best." - Oscar Wilde

Traversing through the minefield of conversing with an attractive woman is not an easy task. Hopefully, you've managed to keep her entertained throughout the entire conversation and she is quite literally eating out of the palm of your hands, perhaps sharing a warm bowl of instant cup noodles.

You're coming towards the tail end of what has been a truly nice chat. We've arrived at the 3rd part of any conversation, the closing. It's time to put that ship to dock and unload the cargo.

The Phone Number
You've probably wondered how to go about asking for a phone number. Most people do it at the beginning of the conversation. However, that would be breaking cardinal rule number one: Going in with an objective in mind.

If she had enjoyed the conversation as much as you did, the phone number is just a formality. To be on the safe side, look out for Indicators of Interest or IOIs. IOIs are a form of signage put up by women to indicate that they are interested in seeing what your jeans hide. The more common IOIs are:

1. Brushing their hair back
2. Laughing at your jokes
3. Smiling like Santa Claus just gave them a robin-blue box.
4. Leaning forward
5. Taking the opportunity to get closer to you

You might get lucky and she might offer it to you but Singaporean women are not that forward. Relate the request for her digits to an earlier part of the chat. If you had been teasing her about divorce, then ask her whether you can get her number so that your lawyer can contact her.

A much simpler manner would be something along the lines of:

"It's been a pleasure, doll. Would you like to go out for another round of coffee next time so that I can show you pictures of my cat doing backflips?"



Remember, pizza and caramel topping. Be bloody interesting.

What if she rejects you for some strange reason?

"Fair enough. In any case, I've really enjoyed shooting the moon with you. Another time, another day perhaps. I'm terribly sorry but I have to go see a man about a horse. You have a good day now babe and stop accosting strangers at Starbucks."

Eject from the place politely. Make her regret not giving you her phone number. Let her mind mull over what could have been. Always remember that you are the prize.

After The Phone Number
What do you now after you get the phone number? There are a multitude of options available to the technologically savvy man, from Facebook stalking to playing it cool to texting her fifteen minutes after you've just left her.

sixguys recommends that you wait a day before you text her. Three days is just far too long and by that time, she would have lost any good vibes she's received from the random stranger chat while half an hour just screams possible possessive boyfriend. You could call her but you would have absolutely nothing to talk about besides the usual "So, what did you do" and "How's your day," both terribly boring and stirs up unwanted notions of rejection in the woman.

Again, relate the text to your conversation. Besides bringing up remnants of feel good feelings that she had, it makes her have an anchor point.

"Lawyer just called me. We need to discuss how to split the estate. I'm thinking you get the door. It's a nice oak from Italy. Coffee?"



or in txt speak.

"lawyer jst called. we need 2 discuss how 2 split estate. im thinking u get e door. nice oak from italy. kopi?"

I've never been a fan of text speak, much to the detriment of my friends who have to wade through the Queen's English while messaging me.

Set a time and day and she's all yours.

There you have it, the conversational jujitsu trilogy covering the art of the conversation with a woman you fancy. Feel free to drop a shout over at the very dusty chat board or send us hate mail from the comfort of your computer screen, discussing what makes me such an expert on talking and how I'm the manchild of a female dog.

Happy Lunar New Year too.

Han

Thursday, February 11

The Training of a Jedi (Never be Wusses)

Have you ever watched a WWE match and spotted ugly Betty beside a wrestler? If your answer is yes, my advice to you is; regulate your alcohol intake and get a life. It just doesn’t happen. Be it because it’s a media strategy to have hot girls on screen to attract viewership or to simply raise a male’s testosterone level, one thing is for sure. Girls never hang around WUSSES.

Remember the time when you were at a pub, consoling your buddy over countless beer bottles, seeing him choking in tears, uttering, ”Why did she leave me for that jerk? I've been such a nice guy all along.” Their wailing still leaves a deep impact in my heart. Because of that, we, six guys, decided to dedicate ourselves into establishing this blog. No longer will the victim receive only a pair of handy listening ears and a packet tissue paper. This time, they will be led to the road for happiness.

sixguysataprataplace.blogspot.com. Tell this to your heartbroken friend.

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WUSS, the term I will use extensively in this post. It is similar to the PUA artist definition of AFC (averaged frustrated chump) taken from the book The Game. Pussy, coward or weakling, gentlemen, I don’t want any of you who religiously follow this blog to end up being labelled as one .

Do these whenever your inner wussy starts creeping out. Say:

"I fight you if you dare influence me again.”

Gentlemen, if you have been dreaming to be in a long and blissful relationship, then we must never be wusses. The reason being:

“There can be no real love from a woman if she never respects you.”

Gentlemen don’t respect wusses. Women don’t respect wusses. Even a transvestite that had undergone a failed sex-operation will never respect wusses. Why? Because they never fight for themselves and say NO to their ding dong women. They do not respect themselves. How do you expect to respect somebody when he never gives any to himself?

Only doormats are meant to be step all over the place, not us men.

What really are wusses then? Let me define it to you now.

He is,
1. Too happy to be around his dream girls. Even when his “dream girl” tramples on his dignity, he still hangs around. Remember puppies who come to you tongue out, wagging his tail and woofing in ecstasy, I bet you will spot the same tail coming out from those wusses.

2. Always giving way to his date. He does not have a mind of his own. In any argument, even when his “dream girl” has a hypothesis that the sun revolves around the earth, a wuss will think that he is dating the world's most intelligent woman.

3. A spineless creature. If you think jelly is wobbly, think again. Observe how a guy’s knee melts and gives way when their girls threaten to leave them. Guys, the combination of keeling down and crying never works. That equates to begging and wusses always beg.

In short, wusses are weaklings who can’t muster any courage to defend himself and say the big word, NO, to their dream girls.

On the contrary, neither do we want you guys to turn yourself into Julius Caesar where the size of your “balls” is bigger than Michelangelo’s sculpture of David. According to my female friends, the number 1 catalyst for a failed relationship has always revolved around this trait called:

Possessiveness.

Please, don't ever be a control freak and much worse, a stalker. Deal with your ego issues and never let it engulf you. (I will elaborate more about this in the future)

Like what I have mentioned in my first article, it is usually the male’s ego that stands in the way of their transformation into Man. Pride, in the positive sense of word, is necessary but guys, too much and you will find yourself sharing the same room at a monastery with a wuss.

What should we aspire to be then? The answer, my friend, is to be a gentleman. Remember guys in the early 50s that used to don leather shoes, classy shirts with neatly combed hair?

Nowadays, all we get are ass cracks coming out from jeans and hair sticking out of noses. (Ed's note: For goodness sake, if your nose hair is protruding out like a proud peacock, do us a favour, lock yourself up and don’t go around scaring kids). A real gentleman takes good care of themself. They recognise the subtle fact that people relate a person’s image with character, charm and way of living. We are no longer caveman so stop presenting yourself like one.

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Of course, taking control of how you look is not the sole ingredient to be a charming gentleman. The real deal comes from these 4 eternal commandments that separate the dreamers from the achievers.

They are, once again:

1) Confidence

2) Self control

3) Class

4) Humour

Just like how 4 lucky numbers in Singapore can fetch you a windfall, my friend, this 4 principles will be like the North Star, which guided ancient sailors to their destinations.

A diamond must be polished by another diamond. The process might be tough my friend, but persevere on and evict your inner wuss. My next post will concentrate on explaining these 4 terms so meanwhile; do some homework for your sake. Seriously ponder over what these 4 commandments are all about and write down what your negative traits are, especially if you recognise yourself as a wuss . Remember, dedication and relentless pursuits are what brings people to greatness. It’s never too late to change.

Men, a diamond’s sparkle will surely capture someone’s attention. Go through our training with us and girls hanging out with you will have to don their Oakley shades forever.

wL

Friday, February 5

Conversational Jujitsu - Part Deux

"Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative." - Oscar Wilde

Coffee cup in hand, you stride up to that fetching young lady by the window, introduce yourself and proceed to strike up an enchanting conversation, buoyed by the friendly advice given to you by the good people over at sixguysataprataplace.

Her laughter fills the air of the coffee place and she's clearly enjoying herself. She leans over, stars in her eyes, enthralled by your charm and wit. The way forward after your brilliant opening is a delicate balance of skill and finesse. Today we go into the middle.

Middle

It's been a pretty interesting chat and you're starting to wonder how that dress of hers would look like on your bedroom floor. Before we broach that topic, remember that you should never approach a lady with an objective in mind. That includes seeing her in various states of undress. Women have an innate bullshit meter that can sense all your hidden agendas and unsavory thoughts.



Then, how do you go about from being an interesting stranger to someone who occupies her waking mind and permeates her dreams? That is when your performance in the middle plays an important role.

Readers familiar with the Mystery Method would have heard of the term negging. For the uninitiated, negging is a way of putting the woman down without being rude, a sort of a backhanded compliment if you like. For example:

"That's cute. Your nose wiggles when you laugh."

I've never been a fan of negging. Instead, I advocate the opposite. Compliments. Avoid insincere compliments as well as compliments that women generally get. Stuff like:

"You're pretty."

Well duh. Pretty women get told they're pretty very often. You're just another bland, generic man who approached her to tell her the exact same thing that every other man has done in the past. You're forgetting guideline number two.

BE BLOODY INTERESTING.

Compliment her on her dressing, her smile, the way her hair falls on her shoulders, her quirky smiley earrings or how she bites her lips whenever she tears the sugar sachets to pour into her coffee. The devil is in the details.

Many men have fall into the dreaded trap of the friendzone, a cold, dark abyss of rejection and despair. Traversing through the hidden pitfalls is tricky without a proper navigation guide.



You have to plant an image in her mind of the possibility of you two being more than just friends. Banter with her about something that ticks you off that puts divorce on the cards.

"Oh man. You put the toilet seat up? I can't stand that. That's it, I'm calling my lawyer. You can keep the dog, I want the television."

She laughs. You laugh. The seed has been planted.

Kino. That's the PUA term for touch. Engage in kino. Hold her hands while you're reading her palms or point to her bracelet that she's wearing and ask to examine it before putting it on back for her. Touching excites her senses, especially if she's already having a good time talking to you. Now, all her senses are being engaged.

That's it for the middle. There are no waypoints for you, just certain general concepts that are easy to grasp. Go forth and practise.

Han