James Bug

I can't squish bugs...
but I can't stand them either....
If I write about them will they go away?
Don't imagine that will happen.

James Bug.... the pinnacle of a raging pursuit for royalties or to become a hero to kids.
Hopefully, it brings both.


James Bug

James Bug is a hero in a human's world.
He is able to save the day without thanks from the family of humans he lives with.
A secret service he brings to the family.
A Straight-forward Naive Hero.

All my pretty ponies.

My dear patriotic brother of Singapore,

I am suffering for your proclamations while the boys in uniform walk in steady streams pass our casual gathering. Is it not painful to watch me find it hard to breathe or the tears running down from my eyes.

I wanna sing a manly salute with great respect and admiration for your endurance to all the unfortunate names the army has given you.

"My Little Pony" Theme Song

My Little Pony...My Little Pony
What will today's adventure be?
My Little Pony...My Little Pony
Will there be exciting sights to see?
Where will you wander? Hither and yonder
Letting your heart be your guide
My Little Pony...My Little Pony
I'll be there right by your side
I'll be there right by your side

Specially dedicated to Lauren and "scary-eyes" cute pony, Wu Guai.

Funnie as hell

Been training Amy recently with swimming...since its gona be our trip to the kelong again...i gota make sure she knows how to swim at least before doing all the crazy water sports and stunts we are ready to perform.

Amy is having difficulty getting used to the breathing techniques of swimming because of her training in yoga and muay thai.

Yoga: (Basic breathing technique)
breathe in and out from nose.

Muay Thai:
Make quick exhale twice (SHHH SHHH) from mouth to have more strength in punch.

Swimming:
breathe through mouth exhale from nose

My poor Amy keeps breathing in water.

So i decided to play a game with her to train her reflex.

Pam: Yoga
Amy:(Breathe from nose out from nose)
Pam: Muay Thai
Amy:(Breathe out from mouth, SHH SHH)
Pam: Swimming
Amy:(Breathe from mouth, out from nose)

Pam: Yoga!
Pam: Muay Thai!
Pam: Swimming!
Pam: Yoga!
Pam: Yoga!
Pam: Muay Thia!
Pam: Swimming!!

Amy: Looking confused and looking at her crazy friend, full of mad ideas....

Pam: (Evil Grin)
Heehehhe

Gift of the Gap

I think i'm gifted.....My mind is faster than my mouth. My head thinks "My Legs are Aching", my mouth says, "My Eggs and Laching". Genius huh?

I looked sternly at my intern and tried to explain fashion. "An easy way to make a cheap piece of clothing look a million bucks is...get this.....CCCESSORISSing. Yups...i cessorize (Faint)...unlike most of you losers out there. Faster than a speeding bullet i tell you.

Again...i have proven that i am the ultimate Queen of blooperland.

I was explaining to my fine ladies how this recent discovery of "ganggang". No its not the Aussie Red Crowned Cockatoo.















This ever fabulous "intimate" herbal cleansing. In case most of you don't know:

V-SPA or vaginal spa is a traditional vaginal treatment where one has to sit on a chair with a hole in the seat while a bowl of Javanese Aroma Scent is burned or steam underneath. The smoke that wafts up into the vagina will then stimulate and disinfect the region. This treatment helps to reduce excessive vaginal discharge, eliminating fungi and unpleasant smell and help to fragrant the sensitive area.


Stroll to view Ganggang....beware of explicit visual.

































Well.....sorry i got distracted and ended up straying...


The main point of this story is:

Pam: Oui lets go and smoke our punani together...(Yes i know, you guys didn't want to know that.)

Amy: Don't want la.....for what?

Pam: (Explains benefit of ganggang) *Looks at amy and says: Why you don't want to go with me to smoke your punani... (Stop short and think: "What did i say??!!)

Pam: Tries to explain herself.. " I Meant, You don't want your punani to smell like mine? (Because of the herbal treatment of ganggang)

Stop SHORT AGAIN: @#$#%^$&^&*!!!???? I must be an idiot.

adopt your own virtual pet!

No such thang as PERFECT.

Perfect. why did God invent the word?

Perfect.

What the heck does that mean? Nothing is perfect so why bother having the word?

"Perfect in your eyes".
Perfection is only a deception. A consolation prize you give to yourself for the lack of perfection.

So much pressure to attain perfection.

I enjoy the imperfect. I marvel at it. The magnetism is too strong for me. I don't wish for perfection. Perfect is boring. Its predictable. Its a stage where there is no longer progress. Life should be about progress..about working towards perfection but never attaining it.

I don't expect perfection. And neither should anyone expect that out of me. I will never give you what you want. I'm not perfect. I'm sorry.

Instead, learn to appreciate the imperfect, and maybe we will all experience unconditional love. Because its hard to learn to love imperfection than perfection.

That to me, is how life should be.

Policy: Don't keep white elephants

Don't be mistaken...i'm guilty of doing this too. Especially when i was younger...I'll keep so many things...a little bit of a nerd really. I tried to forget the angsana tree hair and the big "snoopy" glasses, and all the nerdy things i wish to forsake.

Can't.....This nerd KEPT those things.

Yups. I found the collection of first day covers (envelopes with stamps on it), the usual stamps (don't lie, you had them too), intricate chinese paper cuttings, a big arse collection of velvety and "special" pencils, not to mention my extra large collection of...ahem...erasers.

Yes, I have them all.

Now, at this point of my life, i realised that unless these things disintegrate with the passing of time, they will always, always be just sitting there, until i make it a family heirloom and pass them down to my children. (Don't laugh. The first day covers would probably be worth something.)

I have a new policy these days. I have decided that, using these things, like the pencils and the erasers, they serve a purpose. Then let them serve their function. The chinese paper cuttings i'll offer to my dad and frame them up, and sell the stamps and first day covers when my kids get older and require a college fund.

But before all that, gotta take a picture of all of this, in memory of my past.

My, junk, my junk, mylovelylittlejunk.




These are the memories that I wanna preserve and keep just the way they are.

Factory Girl

Tripe T says "You look like a factory girl".
I say "I am so many things love...so many things".

I love being unpredictable, flexible & adaptable...to the world and the people around me.Never staying the same, always evolving..changing, morphing into many things.

Blogs can be so personal

This blog is for the people and matters that have moved me: I'd like to think that the people close to my heart will know that i'm talking about them and the many memories we share together...the private jokes, the shared secrets that no form of writing will describe it in fuller detail than in the archives of our minds. :) its almost like putting a pad lock over a transparent safe. you can see it sort of...but not quite, except those who have access.