Direction

Our story begins with six individuals, each with a hidden talent of his own waiting to be discovered. On a fateful day when the nine planets were aligned, a mash of the talents of the six were put to the test.

It began with a simple game of floorball.

They invented the 5-5-5 stratagem which infused the theory of organised chaos. Yes, the rules of floorball clearly stated 5 players and one goalie - but why stop at 5? I would try and explain to you this convulsive yet mind-blowing gameplay but that is going to take quite a bit of space in the blog and it could be quite detrimental to your health.

This was what happened to the last guy whom I tried to explain the theory of organised chaos.

Over the course of the past 7 years, our heroes met up often at an unpretentious prata place. Countless discussions took place, spanning from pre-match motivation speeches to post-match-reviews. Over a thousand cups of teh-pengs, we discussed the pros and cons of bikini waxing, complex fighting styles and whether you would rather have no nose or no nipples. The list could go on. But one historical meet up was about to revolutionize the ways of men.

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is actually not coincidental.

wL: You know guys, I'm sick of hearing about so many Singaporean men who don't have a freaking clue how to deal with a woman.

han: Yea, I know what you mean. The Asian values in Singaporean men causes them to be more uptight about dating.

zw and des: 2 teh pengs please!

wL: Just the other day, I met a friend who recently got dumped, and he was crying his eyes out in front of me about a girl who doesn't even give a shit about him!

des: If only our fathers taught us more about the dating game.

wL: I mean this dude doesn't even know where he has gone wrong! He says he treats her really nicely and showers her with mushy sms-es every night. He buys presents for her every week and sends her to school everyday. He bows down to all her requests and treats her like a queen! He even said he'll lick her toes if she asks him to! Can you believe it? Lick her toes!

Bert looks down and wriggles toes

wL: Can you believe such people actually exist?!

des: Schools should take responsibility to educate guys about the rules of dating...

han: Just the other day I stumbled upon this blog, the datingrulebookdotblogspotdotcom/

wL: Yea I've read about that blog too and it sucks. How is it even possible they have advertisements?

han: The things they talk about are so general. Like, 'Be humorous." DUH!

Bert starts sniffing really hard while looking at his toes.

wL: You know what guys, I think we should start a blog too. Yea. We're going to turn these boys into men. We're going to teach them to improve their lives and how to handle the girls. We're going to revolutionize the dating industry.

han: And when we next see a grown man sobbing, instead of offering him tissue paper, we can now say, "Hey don't be sad, let me introduce to you a blog."

zw and des, slurps some teh ping: Sounds good.

Bert starts licking his toes.

xun: Hey guys! Sorry I'm late!

And that was how sixguysataprataplace was formed - through intricate planning and detailed observations, controversial ideas and contemporary masterpieces, elaborate discussions and heated debates. Or at least that's what some of us would like to think. Perhaps a more accurate account would be:

But jokes aside. We are very serious people when it comes to very serious issues. Issues like the diminishing chilvary from men that we see in these modern times. These are dark times, my friend. But, it is the darkest just before the dawn.

We have vowed to be your guiding light, to show you the way towards manhood. (No, manhood does not equal puberty)

Now, let me clear the air once and for all. We are not pick-up artists. We do not care for you to use pick-up techniques to hitch a hot chick. We do not care how many hot chicks you aim to score nor do we care if you ever get a threesome in your life. If that's what you're here for, I suggest you hit that little cross on the top right corner of this page (IE users) and instead, go google for suitable retirement homes of your preference because that's probably where you're going end up - old and alone.

Would you choose to have 10 flings or 1 solid relationship? Sixguys chooses the latter. We don't want to judge, but we're quite positive that deep down, every guy ultimately wants a soulmate.

Trivial Importance.

That pretty much sums up what we do. We preach to you trivial yet important stuff. Key values that have been overlooked in a seemingly complex dating algorithim. Confidence. Self-control. Class. Humour. This blog is about self improvement.

Only the genuine will attract true love. King Arthur obtained the throne by pulling Excalibur from a stone - an act which could only be performed by "the true king." Women can sense hidden agendas. They smell the stench of underlying motives under that pretentious smile, which is why we advocate the need to radiate your true character from the inside.

This training will require your time and discipline. Our advice may not be what you'd like to hear. It may even destroy your ego. But just like how Mr Miyagi believes in tough love, you will eventually emerge as a Karate Kid.

We're not pick up artists. We're just good with women.

-zw

The Baptism of Fire (Self-control)

The ability to hold on to your impending ejaculation or control the velocity of your pee flow-rate, does not have any correlation to my explanation of “Self-Control”. Neither does it refer to any other forms of general physical attributes.

This post that I will be ranting on is to control thy inner-self. Thy emotions.

Throughout my journey on this good old earth, I've come across marathon runners whose legs have conquered what Alexandra the Great had failed. I've witnessed people who endured what ordinary people can’t. (You know, stuff like smelly-tofu and half-developed duckling egg)

However, when it comes to being ditched or rejected by their girlfriends or crush, boy oh boy, they make Mr Bean look manly. The uncontrollable sobbing, the drink-till-your-kidney-raises-the-white-flag feat and worse still, the cliché act of getting drenched standing outside her house, hoping she will change her mind and take you back, will all come to naught when a woman has decided to drop you.

Please come back to me and we can be singing in the rain once more!

From the above scenarios, one can easily comprehend the fact that externally, a man may look like Hercules but as the old saying goes,” Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

90% of the time, guys, even “tough” guys who resemble Hulk Hogan, behave abnormally in front of their dream girls. They allow butterflies to enter their stomach. Their ability to articulate things get hampered and their thoughts get scrambled whenever they are in the presence of their dream girls.

When their girl is out of their sight, they can’t wait to call her every now and then, thinking of means and ways to surprise her or generally to raise her interest in him. This, my friend, is when your interest level in her is in the stratosphere and your emotions are akin to a 3-year-old hyperactive kid.

Now you ask: What happens when your interest level belongs to that level? Go to the dictionary and look up the meaning of FUMBLE.

When it comes to the dating world, it is the survival of the slickest. How can you possibly portray that you are the alpha male when all your eyes do is betray your nervousness and the words coming out of your mouth is comparable to me having a bad diarrhea. (Ed's note: It normally comes out in squirts and it’s not a smooth journey)

The reality is, girls are craving to go on fun and comfortable dates. Not dates where she will be facing an emo-freak or a guy that makes watching grass grow taller interesting. Trust me; you will never perform at your peak or be crazily interesting if you allow your emotions to ride above you.

Maybe it’s the movies and all the TV serials that portray the image of SNAG; Sensitive New Age Guy, as the man we should one day aspire to be. You know the one caring guy who is always there for her, singing “I’ll Be There For You” by Bon Jovi as if Armageddon was the very next day, which influences guys to behave like wimps.

Gentlemen, if you do not know, there is a real difference between the real world and your favourite Twilight movie. I don’t believe in vampires. If you do, I recommend a site for you. www.fml.com. You belong there and you deserve it.

Also, the metro-sexual theme has been heavily marketed. Icons like David Beckham and Ryan Seacrest are being plastered everywhere from magazine covers to remote corners such as the area we stare at while using a standing urinal in public toilets. We are being led into believing that sensitivity and various feminine traits will win her heart. Many times, far too many guys have the mentality that baring their hearts out to a woman initially will make them feel as though they are speaking to a nice guy who will never turn out to be a jerk unlike her ex.

I will never turn out to be a jerk!

There’s a time for everything and in the initial part of the chase, that’s not the moment. It’s only when her interest level hits the roof and she is willing to migrate to Kathmandu with you that you start revealing your secrets, whether that is you scratching your ass crack every single hour or your fantasy of Hip-hop grannies.

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People just don’t wipe their asses first before they shit. Get the point guys. Go read the article on Training of a Jedi (under the label woman) about wusses again. sixguys wants you to put your best-foot forward. People in sales know the importance of this.

These words from David DeAngelo should say it all.
“"Nice" is not a word that you want to be associated with yourself, in my opinion. Women aren't attracted to guys who are "nice."

Be interesting, unpredictable, even thoughtful and original.

But don't be nice.”

I will wager my favorite mistress if there was a bet on the validity on the above words.

Ultimately, I feel that it’s the ideal of allowing more and more feminine qualities go un-checked in our current society that is worrying me. It's true that some parts do help but always remember that men are from Mars and women are from Venus. There are stuff which guys have to learn from men. Real men.

And for your info, this blog is run by real men.

In-fact, I have never heard from my dad the term: “emo-freak” or anything related to emo during his era. Yes, there was time that he will be a little more emotional but those time were as rare as spotting a wild Siberian tiger in Singapore.

Therefore, one of the towering reasons for the birth of this blog is so that we men can finally make a stand.

We do not require you to don on red-shirts and splash blood onto government offices like they do in Bangkok but spread this blog to your friends and continue supporting it. Far too many times, I have seen too many men blogging about their inner feeling, radiating so much wussiness, that sometimes I wonder what their definition of the word, MAN is.

Girls love going out with a self-assured man. They are the kind of man that has his emotions in check all the time. The kind of man that makes her feel that he has everything taken care of. The kind of man she feels is able to deny her beauty and hold an intriguing dialogue with.

Seriously Spongebob, my eyes are up here...

Just like in martial arts where the basic stances focus on having a “firm ground”, being able to control our emotions rather than allowing our emotions to control you will make the difference. Hence, the moment you fail to hold onto your ground, you will be “labeled” under the groupies she meets most of the time. Those guys who lack BACKBONE.

For every strong structure standing on this world, a solid foundation is needed. Likewise for any man to be an incredible male, they need a fantastic foundation/ backbone. Rest-assured, sixguys is going to deliver that to you.

Enough said, I leave you these words and start manning up from now on.

“Be the master of your emotions, rather than your emotions be the master of you."

wL

Be Thankful.

I stumbled across this on a fellow friend's blog.
Although it sounds cliche, it is very true and meaningful.
PS: Edited for an enhanced story.
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There was once a blind girl who hated everyone, even herself. But yet, she did not once hate her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her and ready to support her in anyway.

One day, she told her boyfriend, "It's a pity I'm blind. If I could only see you and the beautiful world, I would marry you."

One day, her prayers were heard, someone had donated a pair of eyes to her.

Weeks later, the bandages came off and she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.

He asked her,"Now that you can see the world and me, will you marry me?"

The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw the scars on his eyes. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She had not expected anything of that sort. The thought of looking at his eyes for the rest of her life led her to hesitate to marry him.

The utter silence was deafening when he proposed. Feeling rejected, he left in tears.

Days later, he wrote a note to her.

"Take good care of your eyes, my dear.
For before they were yours, they were mine."

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Life is a Gift.


This is how the human brain often works when our status improves.
Very few will remember what life was like before, and who was always by their side in the most painful situations.


Today,

Before you say an unkind word,
- Think of someone who can't speak.

Before you complain about the taste of your food,
- Think of someone who has nothing to eat.

Before you complain about your husband or wife,
- Think of someone who is desperately looking for a companion.

Before you complain about life,
- Think of someone who left for the other world all too early.

Before you whine about the distance you drive,
- think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.

And when you are tired and complain about your job,
- Think of the unemployed, the disabled, and those who wished they had your job.

And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down,
- Put a smile on your face and tell yourself:
" You're alive and kicking around. "



Hope this story you have just read will prevent your head from swelling.


fosh/bert

6 Driving Etiquettes for the Sexy Man

Now I want you to picture this. Close your eyes. (In your mind. Keep your eyes open to read this article, unless you know some other way.) Consider this scenario.

A hot chick you met earlier gets into your car and asks you to drive her home or to a hotel for a night of passion. You gleefully oblige and shift into first gear. Just as you were exiting the carpark, some asshole old lady steps into the zebra crossing and thankfully, you hit the brakes. She then starts trotting step by step. It seemed apparent to you that by the time she crosses the road, the Iraq war would have been over. So you inch your car a little forward and start to rev the engine a little. "That ought to wake her up," you think silently, growing impatient with each passing second. The asshole old lady looked up at you with a confused face and you give her an annoyed glare. "Come on... Come on..." you mumbled to yourself. And then you honked. The next thing you know, the passenger door slams shut and the seat on your left is empty except for a bit of a cool breeze. Also, the old lady points the middle finger at you. "What the hell?"

Now, open your brain-eyes and slap yourself if this has this ever happened to you. Slap yourself again for not slapping yourself hard the first time. Now I know those of you who are going all like "No way man, I'm always at my best behavior on the roads! I'm a safe driver and never had any accidents!" Slap yourself. No matter how perfect we'd like to think we are, we all commit the occasional driving faux pas every once in a while (myself included). Don't believe me? Read on...

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#1 Tailgating
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Some of you like to feel that you have the ability to pilot your vehicle with a safety distance to the next car of only the thickness of the latest Samsung LED TV.

33mm!!

Sorry to break the news to you, but unless you're Hiro Nakamura, master of time and space, or you come from a planet that defies the very laws of physics, you are most likely going to end up in an accident sooner or later. Also, Einstein, Newton and Galileo are probably going to gather around your battered ass and say, "See? I told you so."

Riding behind the bumper of another car is not going to take you to your location any sooner. If anything, it will just make the driver in front get nervous or irritated. The habit of driving too closely to the vehicle in front topped the list of the most-hated road habits, the survey from automotive repair company Kwik-Fit found. There have been cases of taxi drivers who deliberately jam brake and then later claim insurance and health benefits from their company and the company then comes after you.

Now I understand your desire to drive faster because there are hot naked girls waiting for you in your bed, but it doesn't make a difference whether you are driving 2cm or 2 car lengths away from the front vehicle. It's still the same speed! Your destination is not going to go anywhere else! It'll still be there when you reach. So for god's sake stop sniffing the rear of other vehicles and just pull back 2 car lengths.

And then some prick tells me, "But if I always pull to 2 car lengths away, another car will then cut in front of me and I have to back off further until the next car cuts me again!" Which brings me to the topic...

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#2 Not letting other cars merge
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Amongst Hitler's massacre of the Jews, Madoff's Ponzi scheme and Kanye West crashing Taylor's acceptance speech, not letting other cars merge into your lane is also one of the biggest dick moves to pull.

Yo, I'm really happy for you and imma let you finish.

But I have one of the best dick moves OF ALL TIMES!

Do all cars have to prove their worth to you in a bare-knuckle fist fight in order to 'earn' the right to cut in front of you? The roads aren't race tracks and there is no need to 'defend your lane' by warding off every car that so much as drives beside you. Not only will your girl look at you as a self-centered jerk who will refuse to give way during future conflicts, you're also being a potential road hazard.

Also, what if that driver needed to cut into your lane or he'll miss his exit and the next exit is 10km away? It's like during that one marathon where you ran 41km and then tripped over a rock and busted your knee. Only this time, busting the knee meant missing the exit. And the rock was a dick. And the dick was you.

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#3 Honking/Flashing headlights at a traffic light junction
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If you were in a queue behind someone at the mall, would you start screaming at the back of their head to move as soon as the line starts to crawl a little? Of course you wouldn't! It's just bad etiquette and you know it! So what gives drivers the right to honk at cars, particularly those at the front of the queue, the moment the lights flash green? What are you trying to prove? That you've the fastest reaction in the whole world? That if you were at the front instead of him, you would be miles ahead by now?

It's like walking up to someone and declaring to play 'tag' and immediately say 'TAG!! You're it!" and then run away like a pussy. It's childish.

Sure if the guy was sleeping on the wheel or busy making out with his girl, go ahead and go nuts with that honk/high beam of yours. Have an all-you-can-honk-buffet if you'd like! Honk with your hands/elbows/nose or even ass if you'd like to. But all I'm saying is, just give him a second or two before you start declaring to the whole world that the guy in front is wasting your precious time. (Like you'd be doing anything productive with it in the first place.)



Speaking of time wasting...

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#4 Slowing down for 4-D numbers or for glimpses of dead people
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The number one most common cause of a traffic holdup is due to an accident that happened. The second most common cause is due to idiots who slow down to look at the accident. The third is due to accidents that happen because these idiots were paying attention at the accident scene instead of the fucking road. The accident scene doesn't need your 'expert' opinion. It doesn't need your approval whether or not they deserved it. It doesn't need your assessment of the situation. And it certainly does not need you as a witness.

How would you like if five miles of vehicles, lined up bumper to bumper, slowed down to gloat at your misery before speeding off?

And don't give the bull-excrement that slower speed theoretically means safer speeds, because it's probably already safe to pass the accident scene by the time you reach there. Response units have already cleared the carnage and redirected traffic flow even before you could reach for that itch at your butt-crack. So don't go putting the blame on poor ol' safety when it was clearly your bitch-of-an-inquisitive nature that got the better of you.

Pictured: You as the horny deer. The accident scene is under the skirt.

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#5 Not using turn signals
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Remember the time when the whole road was yours to roam? There were no laws or rules that govern whenever or wherever you want to turn/stop to take a pee. You could swerve left and ride whenever you wanted to and people didn't care if they knew where you were going. You do? Well then you must either be a cowboy in the 1860s or a really really bad driver who doesn't even know the function of turn signals.

The act of extending the right index finger and flicking it up or down is so excruciatingly painful to some, that they would rather forgo it than to warn other road users of when they are about to go Initial-D.

"My finger hurts so much that I can't signal but I can do this!" *tyres screech*

Those bright little flickering lights aren't actually for you to show off to your raver pals but they actually serve a purpose - to inform others of your intentions! I know right?! Who could have guessed! The simple act of signaling when you want to change lanes or make a turn could have prevented so many near misses we see on the road everyday! What an awesome awesome invention!

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#6 Overtaking and then flipping off
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The road is a cold, ugly, unfeeling place incapable of showing any emotions. It does not care if you're driving a Ferrari or a Toyota Prius. It does not show mercy or pity. It knows none of these feeble feelings. And every now and then, as if to display its authority, it sends a speeding automobile that overtakes you and flips you off.

You just got flipped by the Ghost Flipper

The Ghost Flipper is said to have no soul. It does not have a conscience. It does not require food like you or me to survive. Instead, it thrives on the act of overtaking slower cars, flipping them off and then speeding off with blood-curdling laughter and a smirk on its skeletal face. The roads are his playground and you are nothing but mere pawns in his game of chess.

Some say he is the reincarnation of a boy who had a lonely and neglected childhood causing him to grow up with behavior what most people consider to be jerk-like. Others claimed the Ghost Flipper actually made a deal with the Devil himself to roam the roads in search of hapless victims to overtake and flip off, all in the name of 'showing off'. In return, the Devil promised him all the riches he could imagine. (Which is actually just enough for road taxes and speeding fines.)

The Ghost Flipper thinks of himself as a 'bad-ass mofo'. He believes no one can match his elite driving skills and those who do not, deserves to be ridiculed by the act of the extension of one of his digits. Also, he is convinced girls will flock after him whenever he pulls off such a 'bad-ass' act.

What he does not realize, is that people actually pity him and chicks do not dig pompous fascists, who like to tailgate and refuse to give way, slow down and honk unnecessarily at people's miseries, and don't know what signal lights are for.

zw

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Pick Up Lines

Write it on your cheat sheet. sixguys takes no responsibility for slapped faces or spilled drinks on denim jeans.

THE CHEAT SHEET
"Hey babe, I noticed you noticing me and I just want to put you on notice that I noticed you to."

YOU: "So I was wondering. Are we going to start talking or are we going to keep flirting from a distance?"
GIRL: -laughs
YOU: "Hi, I'm (insert name here).

"I'm going to dance right next to you and you can think that I'm dancing with you."

YOU: "Hey, can I ask you a real quick question. Do you know how much a polar bear weighs?"
GIRL: "No?"
YOU: "Enough to break the ice. Hi, I'm (insert name here)."

Cute shop assistant at a clothing store and you're trying on some jeans.
YOU: "I have no idea whether this looks good on me. Hey, what do you think?"
GIRL: "Etc, etc, blah, blah."
YOU: "If let's say I was wearing this same pair of jeans and I came up to you and asked you for your phone number, would you give it to me?"

Han