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 Legend of Filbert

And so you've asked. Or at least you've heard. What exactly is this legend of Filbert? There are a several versions of it at least. Some of them may have been exaggerated, some of them may have been toned down just so your mind wouldn't be blown into smithereens. But here, I give you.
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Legend 1. The chase (by 10000 ah-bengs)
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What's the most badass thing you've ever seen a man do? Crack a cinder block with his fist? Catch a crossbow bolt with his bare hands? Chew bubble gum with his ass cheeks? Well take that shit and multiply it by about a thousand, and you'll have the kind of things that Filbert does.

Filbert was there on that fateful day, running. Running away from ah-bengs (Hokkien term for gangsters). Don't ask me what he did that he had to run away from. He didn't really tell us either so we were forced to presume that he either did a german suplex on the ah-beng boss, or he was waving his dick at the ah-beng boss.

At first there were a couple of vulgarity-hurling, parang-wielding ah-bengs. Maybe in the dozens. Then came a lorry load of them. Filbert just continued running. The chase by then had spanned over five bus stops and the ah-bengs were growing exponentially. Some ah-bengs had given up but more were joining in the chase after hearing news that their gang leader had just been blinded by the radioactive rays from Filbert's dong.

By now, Filbert's pursuers have already grown in the thousands. Ten-fucking-thousand to be exact. Statically speaking, Filbert's running speed can only be matched one in every ten thousand runners.



Filbert by now, taking pity on all the ah-bengs decided to stop them from chasing and hopped on a bus (which presumably was on the move while he hopped on). He then went to the back of the bus and watched as the army of ten thousand panting ah-bengs slowly vanished into the horizon. And also to give them the middle finger.
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Legend 2 (The pursuit)
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Remember that night your ah-beng friend had a fever and was having a nightmare? You didn't know what he was dreaming about but all you could hear was him mumbling,
"No... Don't let him catch me... No... Must keep.. running..."
Your ah-beng friend probably was involved in this legend I'm about to unravel.

There, in some broken abandoned warehouse, were approximately 10000 ah-bengs just chilling out, smoking pot, discussing about which ah-lian is hot, and doing what ah-bengs do best. Like in a cowboy movie or a really bad 'man walks into the bar' joke, Filbert slammed the door wide opened and walked into the warehouse.

The whole warehouse went dead silent and everybody's heads were turned and focused on the intruder. Filbert took a step forward with his dusty boots paused. Before he even said a word, one of the ah-bengs broke the silence and screamed "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!"

And the 10000 ah-bengs, scared shit-less, ran with all their might as Filbert gave chase. The first few ah-bengs who made it out of the backdoor first, reportedly told that they could hear bloodcurdling screams followed by bone crunching and snapping coming out from the warehouse.

Some quick-witted ah-bengs hopped on to buses and lorries to which Filbert also gave chase. The story ends at the point which Filbert gave his victory roar and also to serve as a warning to the surviving ah-bengs, not to fuck around with him.

"Don't fuck with me!"

ZW

Introduction

This blog was borne out of the collective wisdom of 6 young, dashing gentlemen residing in the island of Singapore. Endless supper nights and conversational nuggets over a cup of teh peng or iced milk tea, lamenting the state of the masculine gender and how it has been downtrodden in this fair city, debating the pros and cons of investment trading; this blog aims to be a self-improvement hub for the men who have been beaten down by the trials and tribulations of life. Women, fitness, fashion, real estate, etc; the group gives the truth as it is without any sugar coating or caramel swirls.

Aiming to be a bastion of truth and much ass kicking, the six guys aim to shake up your world and become leaders of a new metaphorical world order.

WL
The ubiquitous alpha male, WL takes dedication to a whole new level. Au fait with matters of the heart and the mind, WL's penchant for stirring speeches and quote-worthy sayings are second to none. His favourite phrase is "If she's a ding dong..."

Desmond
Touted to be the next Andy Warhol by his fellow peers, Desmond has more artistic talent in his left thumb than all of us combined. He has left his mark across Singapore and Bangkok with his signature style and finesse. A lover of all things electro and raw denim, Desmond has a soft spot for euphoric women.

ZW
Beneath his unassuming and cheerful disposition lies a man hungry for success. He wields quite possibly the meanest floorball stick in the land and has the Midas touch that most of us wish we had. A brilliant organiser and planner, ZW is at home in the comforts of the office or out in the sweltering heat of the trenches.

Bert
This budding real estate mogul is one ruthless sonofabitch and I mean that in the best way possible. His passion boils over when it comes to his pursuits and there are numerous legends about his exploits against ah bengs and conmen. He is the type of guy you would rather have on your side than against.

Xun
The multi-hyphenate to end all multi-hyphenates. Muay thai exponent, dairy businessman, honours student, fledgling investor. He would rip you off when selling eggs and rip your head off when you try to complain. Then, he would kick your butt again just because he can.

Han
Exuding charm and sardonic wit, Han is the archetypal wordsmith who enjoys a healthy discussion and a hardcover book. He loves his poker and his cards and believes all men should be able to bench press their own body weight.

This blog might offend you, it might disgust you, it might delight you but it will never make you look at yourself the same way again. In the immortal words of Tyler Durden, "This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time."