minks.jaguars.tigers & a jackass

Married to Frasier

2011-06-15T08:48:00.000-07:00

Just watched Frasier hiding in the basement storage, sitting in his armchair, reading his book, sipping his wine. If Ben could, I reckon he would probably do that too. Funny, I saw Ben when Frasier requested to be left alone. Poor Ben, I sympathize. I've always had personal space since I'm an only child. Books and television has always been my escape. So I leave Ben to his book when he wants. I hope he knows that this family will only grow and he is ready for more people around him constantly.

James Bug

2009-01-31T07:57:00.000-08:00

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.

2008-06-11T23:14:00.000-07:00

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

2007-08-04T03:17:00.000-07:00

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

2007-08-04T02:33:00.000-07:00

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.

2007-06-13T20:05:00.001-07:00

adopt your own virtual pet!

No such thang as PERFECT.

2007-06-13T19:33:00.000-07:00

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

2007-06-11T19:07:00.001-07:00

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

2007-05-28T01:07:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-18T20:11:00.000-07:00

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.

2006-08-04T22:52:00.000-07:00

"Me" by Aek

12 April - 13 April Banyan Tree

2006-07-29T23:14:00.000-07:00

I love Banyan tree. If any of you guys could teach me how to put videos into this thing, i'll show you why. It was an overnight stay with a day of hot models, my very own steamy jacuzzi, right next to a beautiful blue sea.

Imagine waking up at 6am, have a nice hot tea and soak yourself in the jacuzzi. Trust me, the idea seems fabulous, but being that romantic, made my head spin, literally.I got slightly dehydrated. haahahaha.

Looking forward to more photoshoots...

NKOTB (NKIV) 23 June- 28 June 2006

2006-03-26T07:22:00.000-08:00

Trust me...i hadn't slept properly in the last 3 days, i've had a baby crying throughout in the economy class to Brisbane and another baby crying from there to Melbourne.

I looked over and saw you three and thought...oh crap...I'm grumpy and feeling ugly...the baby's crying is still ringin' in my head and now i've got to get aquainted or they're gonna think i'm Ah-tas. crap. They must think this crazy looking new-kid-on-the-block who clearly hasn't slept for the last 3 days, is a travel companion?
GREAT.

BUT, it was all worth it.
I had an incredible time, and made fantastic new friends on this press trip...

The incredibly funny and definate crack-pot, my childish dare-er, my lovely, most darling Shannon.
I actaully carried out the dare, that makes me even more childish huh...My colleagues thought i was disgusting. I teased them by adding that while i was squeezing those cow tits, Mama cow turned and looked at me and the calfs were moo-screamin at me. hahaha...you should have seen how my colleagues freaked. mission accomplished.
F.Y.I-The koala with flag is still hangin' ;)

The girl with perfect skin who clearly shouldn't be a beauty editor, cos she would never understand our many skin problems if her own is so darn good. Just jealous me talkin'. The fairest of us all, my sweet sleeping, talking, koala - sL. She slept through herds of cattle and horses in the rolling pastures of the countryside...She slept through the cute little "tree-house" complete with chimney, door and windows, home of a pair of lawn gnomes, to and fro from Mt. Buller...then she'll use it as a secret weapon and scare you by answering you while you thought she was sleeping.

The lovely and charming, cute and adorable..just a little bit nutty too, my one and only "luxury watch-bird girl"- Berny. *Whisper sshhh: she attracts birds see... any kind mind you. From birds on trees, to ducks, to seagulls. Oh yah...and her eyelashes are mad long..I keep drifting in and out of what she was saying just cos i was staring so much. and oh yah, just in case you meet my friends one day and becos i love ya.. i'll keep the "maria" story out of this.

The sensible, calm and collected, the best company AWAY from my other screw -loose mates, the one who didn't kill me when i made her drink milk from the udder, TWICE. Sorry girl. Dear Ol' Jac.Jac has a fantastic memory...she reminds me of bits and pieces of funny moments...she is a straight faced comedian.

These ladies i must say are the best thing that happened to me on this trip. It just wouldn't be the same without you. You are what made the trip memorable ladies.Thanks for not making it seem like work.
I applaud you ladies for bearing with me. My lame jokes..my "fashion-late" entrances (I'm actually late too without this job, ask my friends), my continuous yapping throughout.

The article should be out by October. Just finalised the outline my editor. Its gonna be great to review the many things we did! I'll upload the pics soon...

Food Glorious food! at Tarrawarra Winery (Yarra Valley)

2006-01-12T03:14:00.000-08:00

Credit: Nah for her brilliant photography skills
Clearly we don't know where the bathroom is...
(Again...moments before 2006)

2006-01-12T03:06:00.000-08:00

Boys will always be boys......
(A couple of hours before 2006)

Ode to my loving family

2006-01-12T02:34:00.000-08:00

The TrUt is, my flens, the pee-ple you neber thot will be importan to you always becum importan one. We always make joke when she farks the car and screams out, " I can't take it anymore". When she looks at you with adoring glistering eyes, "baby wanna sleep". She is a precious moments saint, a far cry to my experiences with the educated witch of the east and the big bad organic wolf from before. I will always remember what this dear friend and working companion did for my bird-day, to make me happy and glad to be yet another year older. Dear friend, thanks for eveything.

Its a sad sad situation that i have to leave. To leave behind my fatty beng to face yet another departure. I recall the time of my arrival, our days in phuket, the trips to Tanglin Mall, the baby hunting, the killing of each other cause my memory is so bad. He is a sweet sweet sweet sweet (ok pam thats enough) guy, never saying no to any of us when we want something, never letting a moment of peace pass by with his insane laughter and irritating squeezing of his tits. I will miss the loving SALTY dinner he took me for my BIRD day, next to the SALTY smelling sea, With SALTY tears in my eyes, I thank you. I thank you for all the things you have help me with, given me (HELLOOO ROBOT will be sleeping next to me), and the times we have spent doing nothing but eating. I love even the weird little fashion shows, potential gay symptoms you display and the showing of your gray brief....(don't hate me on this or I will show them your photo proof).

I love you guys lots.....May we always be good friends.

Are you tired my friend?

2006-01-12T02:12:00.000-08:00

Suffice to say, commitment ends whenever. It reminds me of the time i broke my commitment to my boyfriend because i was tired. I was experiencing the occasional fatigue of being in a commited relationship. I didn't understand that this fatigue was could just be temporary, something that i now fear is a factor i should not take lightly. Like a floating spirit, the need to take sufficient breaks is essential. Life is all about short breaks.

To break from a long stress-filled day, to break from staring at the computer for too long (like i know many of you do), to go on holiday (not short ones because i found that short holidays like 2-3 days makes you hate your job even more). If that happens to you, then my advise is not to break the momentum at all. Just work non-stop till you decide to stop breathing.

Most people come up for short breaths of air in order to last longer. I just happen to take longer. But almost simultaneously as i take that breath, I find myself regreting because by the time I've prepared myself for the next dive (and so i think), others have gone on deeper and have begun to experience the beauty of the deep blue and wonderous ocean. What happens when you've decided to wait? To wait to see if there's a easier way to experience the ocean, like a glass bottomed boat without getting wet?

Take a break if you need to. Take that break which will help you go that distance. Just don't quit.

Love, Devotion & Manice

2006-01-06T02:12:00.000-08:00

I'm hooked I tell you. The draw of rustic life. I love the planked pathway towards a 10 min walk to a kelong in the middle of the sea. I love the endless fresh seafood available. I love the rough blowing of the wind, tossing my hair around. I love watching the fishermen walking amongst the corals in their black rubber boots. I watched my step as i went along. i imagined the horror if i should fall off considering the locals made it across regularly, going at 20/30km/h on a motocycle.

Insanely i thought that was the best way to travel until the arrival on one of these bikes, a humble black goat. Then there came a sudden twist to the beauty of kelong life. The need for survival. "To eat or be eaten?" Or was it "To feed and to feed on". Killing your dinner right in front of you during lunch and hearing the shreks of agony from the black goat getting ready to be butchered. Becoming a dish served with potato and curry, I could barely look. Anyway, enough of poor unfortunate goat.

The rest of the day was fantastic. My personal highlight was the Aqua Surf Mat. I spent my time along with my bud Tracey trying to hang on to dear life without being flipped into the sea. But what fun is it to hang on? I would have thought it to be easy to have Tracey crash into the water with me so i delibrately released my grip on the handle and hung on with all my weight, tugging at trace and acting like a complete liability. He didn't even notice at first, till i gave up cos this boy has decided he didn't want to go down. I found myself in mid-air for the counts of "1-1000,2-1000" before i hit the water on my back. My safety vest burst open. I drank a gallon of salt water. I imagined the goat's blood dripping into the sea just before. Yuck. :OP

Fireworks at night, flying through the dark sky. Thinking back on the things that i've done the past year and what needs to be done. Come to think of it, the last instance of 2005 was eventful. We jumped into the sea and made an absolute fool of ourselves. Perfect memory of 2005 i assume. What shall we expect next in 2006?

Go Figure

2005-11-30T03:09:00.000-08:00

Formal Dominant
Informal Dominant
Formal Easy Going
Informal Easy Going

The terms used at a seminar on communication of which they give you a darn survey to fill in, of which the terms and words involved made so little sense, i had to explain so many words to my colleague, even i got confused.

A person talks about a topic and effectively convey the msg to the listeners..they would then sit down if they understand you...

I'll be damned....when it came to my turn..i got the topic "How does chicken rice cause a nuclear war."

Yah Whatever.

Then they categorise you into 4 groups....tell you who is your nightmare date so that you might avoid them and teach you to learn more about the other categories so that you might effectively work with these people to produce better work.

Yah Whatever.

If it was this easy, we would all just get along.

HaaHAHHAhahaahhhahahahh

Lies... All lies

2005-10-30T19:54:00.000-08:00

Lies lies LIES!!!! They are all lies. Can lies of a "good" purpose be justified? Can lies be good for you? Can lies make you feel better than knowing the truth? What happens when the lies break open and you find out? Would these lies make you feel worse than knowing the truth? Why do you lie to me? Is it because you are a really a bad person and i failed to see it? Or are you trying to protect me? Are you really waiting for me to find out? You knew that i would. I'm so broken. I can't mend myself anymore. I no longer know you. You seem like a complete stranger. How do you expect me to look you in the face and feel comfort from the way you look at me? How do i trust your eyes anymore... I'm afraid to look. You promised never to lie. I trusted you. I trusted you were true. I trusted you would never hurt me intentionally. I was wrong. I was wrong.

Traffic Lights

2005-10-14T19:59:00.000-07:00

Understanding Level: Local and Singaporean PR Nationals

I'm not sure if it was actually done on purpose but we've got the Red, Orange and Green.
We were approached to do a couple of jobs recently for "Limey Green" one of the three service providers in Singapore.
On the 'GO', they are aggressive and consistant with their pulsing advertising efforts. Orange is currently on 'Standby' and Red at a 'Stop'.

Its important for us to have a bite of the large cake for 'Limey Green'........

Endless Days and Nights

2005-09-26T07:35:00.000-07:00

Dear Dear Friends,

Its been a while since i last spoke to any of you. Please please know that you are always in my thoughts, regardless if i call or i don't. A friend from hong kong msged me to ask for a prayer request because he wants to remember me in his prayers. I am blessed..

Please know that all of you will always be in my thoughts regardless if you speak sometimes...or even not at all.

XXX

A New Challenge

2005-09-12T03:02:00.000-07:00

Been packed to my neck with work girls and boys. I heard it will pack right up to the tips of my hair when year ends. I'm trying to prepare myself for it. But how much can i prepare if i don't know what is comin' next till i've had a taste of it? I wonder if the new shuffle with additional responsibilities is a good move right now. I guess i'll never know till i've gone head on and tried it.

No lose i suppose. Why not? Doesn't this apply to whatever i have decided to do so far..... which includes my fuck ups of cos. Sigh...or it could be a strategy to see how long i might hold out.

Just like a man always in your face... its hard to ignore him after a while. You are scared or maybe a little suspicious of his intentions. But at the same time little pammy wants to come out and play. And then, what the hell... lets go for it. In the end, you frighten him more than he scared you in the first place. hahahah

Its all about stamina and endurance, patience and red hot firey passion. I'm talking about the job of cos. ;0P

Angel with a fork tail

2005-08-18T07:42:00.000-07:00

Its fun when you see people for who they really are, when most others are oblivious of the real person inside. Similarly, between wolves in sheep clothing and a lamb trapped in a wolf's form, how many of us can truly say we know our close family or friends in-side-out. We think we know, but can you be certain? "Do not read the book by its cover", or for the things they say. A perception can be made, about the person according to situation. By a "case-by-case" basis, and not assuming that because they person portrays his or herself in a certain manner that he/she would not do something out of character or out of the ordinary. "Assumption is the mother of all fuck-ups". I believe its evident enough in today's society that many would make quick judgements on people without giving them a chance for redemption. Reason being because they can't be damned to let others make amends.

Will good riddence to these pricks.

Anyway, on a lighter note, My nights have turned into days and days into nights. But yes sweethearts, i'm still having fun. ;)

Given and Taken Laughter

2005-08-12T06:59:00.000-07:00

Lots of things have been given and taken. The gift of life, the gift of song, the given laughter placed on an individual's face cos its a fine joke or just simply lame-ass.

But sometimes laughter is produced using the wrong materials. Laughing at a person out of scorn, laughing out of sarcaism, laughter out of spite and even disgrace.

I find it a most common practice here in Singapore. A common way of telling everyone how cool you are to laugh at someone else. And most people actually think it is cool. I think its a low esteem reaction. A chemical that releases into your sorry body in order for you to feel good about yourself. Charming ain't it? When one or more of such gather. What's worse is that if you find it neither amusing or entertaining, you become the dreaded stiff.

I reckon when a joke on someone is played, it should not be at the person's expense but something he can laugh about too, not in embarassment or a put to shame manner. Come on. Its hard to be a good spot when you are hurt, don't you think?

Laughter should be shared. Comic relief should be an entertainment never a form of redicule. So its bullshit about how happy go lucky some people are...cos they are hurting where you can't see.

New experiences all the time just like Bubbles poppin' everywhere.

2005-07-26T06:08:00.000-07:00

There is always a first time for everyone. Its when you think that you've experienced everything that you stop realising that there are still first times every single day of your life. With what i'm doing, it almost seems the new just keeps pouring in and every experience becomes a first. It's great. I've been searching and organising all sorts of weird requests. From looking for guai lou babies on the streets, to car stereos with the "FM" button, its ok if you don't get it.

Other times we will be getting off work and singing Alex To's "Tuo Diao"("Take of your clothes": I just love that song). We would burn numerous CDs and try desperately to synchronise the music till i'm actually sick of each beginning of each song and never make it to listening to the end of it, but its always great fun to do silly things like such.

Tsunami Phuket & her Ah Gua boys who are girls who do boys like they're girl...

2005-07-14T05:28:00.000-07:00

The relationship that the lady boys who go "SaWaDi hhhuuhh" with their far away visitors has always gone hand in hand with the promotion of this particular tourist getaway. Its tiger/banana/crocodile/hot rock discotheques are hot spots for you to get a glimpse of a man-made pussy as two of my dearest male counterparts have seen. Tsunami wiped out many restaurants and cleaned out the polluted beaches and dirty streets. The air is fresh and inviting and the need to go shopping and to play a little cosmic bowling makes the trip all rounded.

Some of us go shopping for little nick knacks...others go for a "SHim" lover or two.

What greatly amused me were the "Tsunami Phuket" T-Shirts. Can't believe the locals are so oblivious of the fact that they are constantly reminded that some friend or family has been washed away and despite that are trying to convince humor twisted people in buying them.

Healthy-living "Chor Dai Di" has gone to another level from my days of playing the game with my mates back in Perth, jackass style with an alternate jug of coke or water for the poor unfortunate loser. Healthy-living "Chor Dai Di" deals with running around the pool and everyone screaming on top of their voices, "loser". The run of shame proved to be nothing more than a walk under the sun. Non of us broke even a sweat.

When another lady boy walks by, I noticed the envious eyes of other lady boys who clearly are comparing their own boob jobs with theirs. Their prime concern seems to be getting a good job done.

All in all, sun, sea and sand is a perfect picture.

A Leg of Ham

2005-07-06T07:00:00.000-07:00

Hi Dear Folks, Did you know that babies resemble legs of ham. As moms are strolling down the hot, humid, sticky, irritating heat in the blazing sun (mind you i could feel my pimples popping like little erupting volcanos as i type about the weather: sorry, back to the story).

I have been on a search i call the "Maybe Baby: Mission ALMOST Impossible". I noticed a strange but true occurance. Ang Mo/Guai Lou Mommies tend to keep the babies out of the sun, blocking not only the sun-light but also as it seemed to me a hinderance to air-flow. I figure that babies need less oxygen considering their tiny nostrils and lungs and its more important to keep them cool anyway. I mentioned to a workmate as i was feeling hot and irritated, that when i have kids i will definately custom-make a stroller equiped with air-con.

My work-mate explains.

"A Leg of Ham=Hot baby."
They both need air-con
To Keep Fresh and Nice-smelling

I have been advised to give birth to a leg of ham.

Cheers Calvin. :oP

Longggg Island Tea.

2005-07-01T22:57:00.000-07:00

I need one real bad right here. Right Now. Beginning my new chapter in a new environment, as i'm drumming my fingers on my keyboard, still in the office on my first day, being exactly 10:58pm, its starting to feel like home. No i mean literally since i'll expect to spend more hours here than i will ever will spend at home from now on.

I wish i was calling the hundred eurasian & caucasian men for another reason other than asking if they had babies..i mean who asks that sort of question the first moment in our first conversation??!! Oh well...its all a part of the job see.

Note: bring snacks...Next wear glasses.

What Do you get when you fall in LOVE?

2005-06-30T04:03:00.000-07:00

What if physically you can move on...but you leave your heart behind? I think its the scariest feeling...to place your heart in the hands of another person. What if you knew that this time you have fallen hard just because everyone else bored you before your first anniversary and this time you never want it to end?

It isn't a knocking, isn't a soft comfortable ease..but a piercing pain just telling you the truth...whether you want to recognise it or not. Some would agree to leave things as they are...all's good..why change it? You think you can move on but you find a stake placed in the direction of your heart when you see him, slowly...jabbing into your flesh..through to your heart. Others would agree to run before the hurt gets too intense. I don't know. Do you?

A helpless romantic meets a logical straight thinking person. They will never meet eye to eye.

The logical will never experience the rollar coaster rides a helpless romantic does. The logical will find it foolish, time-consuming, unnecessary. Why hit it where it hurts?

The romantic will think the logical foolish that love can be without passion. Giving up and not fighting for the person you love will never be an ideal choice. But when is it the right time to forsake that thought so that you don't go mad?

It's like an english sword meeting the likes of a curved parang/blade. The straight edged sword will find that it takes more stabs to kill a person while the curved blade causes more damage to a person in a single twist and still we pick to love a curve blade even though it causes more pain and eventual death. Maybe dying is't such a bad idea if you have experienced true love just once in your life. It doesn't even have to be two way...sad but true. But if you realise that you would rather hurt yourself than to hurt him, i reckon that is love?

What do you get when you fall in love
A girl with a pin to burst your bubble
That's what you get for all your trouble
I'll never fall in love again
I'll never fall in love again

What do you get when you fall in love
Nothing but pains and lies and sorrows
So for at least until tomorrow
I'll never fall in love again
I'll never fall in love again

Types of BITCHES

2005-06-22T00:41:00.000-07:00

DaQueenBeeyatch.

So my friend added my blogspot address as a link on her Blog/Live Journal and i suddenly thought about DaQueen beeyatch in each of us. Oh com'on everyone has a snaring, hissing and spitting cat with all its hair standing on end in all of us it just depends on to whom, for what, how much of, and the occasion which commands it.

But then the most important difference are the types of beeyatches available in the market for Dabus-turds to pick and might i add, the worst ones are the most popular.
Then we have the guys who love the angels in disguise who naively think this category of girls don't hiss and spit under their breaths...well you are very wrong.

Below is a run down of the type of bitches i think there are in the world. Please let me know if i've left out someone from your personal experience.

First up:
Sweet Nice Bitch
Bitch BY Words and BY Actions but NOT by Thought and NOT by Heart.
These are those who are greatly misunderstood because the cold mean exterior functions as a protecting shield from the baddies of society. Can still get to know because they aren't really mean. Usually turn out to be really nice people in the end when you get to know them.

The rest of the category of bitches love hiding under this category so look carefully...

Note: Fork tails under skirts especially in the office environment.

Scared Bitch
Bitch BY Words & BY Actions & BY Thought but NOT BY Heart.
These are the sad ones that you should HATE becos they have do it out of spike, out of fear to loose, lack of self confidence and a small small ego hidden under a BIG EMPTY External shell. Usually well educated people who hide behind their educational levels to determine their worth in society. They are afraid you might take over the only thing they have. Oh yah, might i add usually petty.

Fuckin' Bitch
Just the Bitch you want to KILL KILL KILL. The kind who have no redeeming factors to consider be-friending. Bitching with agenda, bitching with intent to Destroy Destroy Destroy you.
Evil by nature, they should be shot or isolated in a dark room without any contact with the rest of the world. Usually turning out to be nut-cases and psycho killers.

Male Bitch
Main category: Gay men. They can be but choose not. Usually harmless bitching unless he hates you just simply because you are a woman.

Sub-category: Petty little straight men who are too involved in making sure the smallest things in life are functioning in the right order. Usually involves having no company of women or only ugly women and having cats.

So next time you call someone a bitch, gotta be more specific see? Otherwise it will lead to many misunderstandings and misconceptions.

But if a person is labelled DaQueenByatch by others...I mean how can such a cute nick be a real bitch? *wink

OLD JAGs & SLIGHTLY Younger Porches..

2005-06-21T21:59:00.000-07:00

I think i have wrinkly luck. No. I really think i do. Beginning my life nicely with 1977s to 1976s to a scary 1974 to, this is my limit, 1970! [I HOPE]
And now a 1960ish is on my heel. Actually come to think about it he isn't the oldest i have encountered...1940s, mate. It must be written on my face, I like Older Men, I cook, am mature and I ADOPT. I can't stop myself. Those irresistable soft eyes (actually old eyes), Boyish looks with sexy lines at the corner of their eyes, still playing with their toys....only coming in bigger variations ranging from luxury cars for pampering me with, to club aquisitions so they can buy me drinks for free, not to mention well maintained bodies, still tight from trying to impress young chicks like me, But most importantly, they know how to treat a woman right.

Note: Balding U.G.L.Y, Flabbers and wrinklies....don't even think about it.

I really wonder what i will end up with. Can't they be Young, rich with their own money, successful, have less pride/arrongance and angels in relationships? hahaha who am i kidding.

So i'm between a Gucci & a Diesel?

2005-06-21T19:33:00.000-07:00

You scored as Gucci.

Gucci

92%

Dior

83%

Diesel

83%

Burberry

75%

Anna Sui

75%

Tommy Hilfiger

58%

DKNY

58%

Chanel

58%

Abercrombie & Fitch

50%

Louis Vuitton

50%

What Designer Brand Are You?
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2005-06-21T03:27:00.000-07:00

You scored as Diesel.

Diesel

92%

Gucci

83%

Dior

75%

Anna Sui

67%

Tommy Hilfiger

67%

Chanel

58%

DKNY

50%

Burberry

50%

Abercrombie & Fitch

50%

Louis Vuitton

42%

What Designer Brand Are You?
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I sold the King of Darkness, Lucifer back for $8.50

2005-06-20T23:44:00.000-07:00

I am making a formal apology to God, I apologize for what I have unconsciously done. I have pleased S.A.TAN with my praises of his carrier pigeon, Glen Duncan's writing about the evil One. My human weakness has made me fall into the trap of enjoying his style of writing, into asking another to read it. I was blinded and actually thought for 2 chapters indirectly, that Lucifer was cool. Sigh i'm gonna burn in Hell.

Well, He isn't. Defamation of the Holy Trio, Calling God Humorless and indirectly saying the angels are kissing God's arse JUST isn't right. I can't believe a sane person would put himself in the shoes of S.A.TAN.

So avoid reading the book 'I, Lucifer' dear dear friends, SAVE THY SOULS!

Don't worry, although i will face eternal damnation anyway, I've sold the book back...Lucifer made S$5.50 out of me. "#$%@&^%!!!!!!" oppsss sorry God.

NC 16: MOFO & the 3 Little Lambs

2005-06-20T20:42:00.000-07:00

Big Bad Wolf (BBW)a.k.a MOFO who looks like Japanese Cartoon character "La Pi Xiao Xing"'s older; much uglier; totally revolting; gay brother and the evil witch of the east emerged from a huge pool of molten lava that buried them under for centuries, sets terror into the hearts of three little lambs. The main character in this fairytale is of cos the BBW who spends time insulting the three little lambs, huffin' and puffin' his stinky organic breath onto their tiny necks; biting them, chewing and spitting with his condescending words. Woe are those who are not as arse-kissin', ball-lickin', cock-suckin'as he.

As for the evil witch of the east, BEWARE innocent, kind, naive children, BEWARE of the evil witch of the east (especially if she thinks you are stupid or an idiot) But what am i saying, she thinks everyone is incompetent and will take every chance to dig her nails into you any day....even into BBW whenever she gets the chance. So don't be fooled by kind words and apologies because they are just to make HER feel better.

My dear three little lambs...may you always stay pure and innocent, learn to build your habitats from the hardest materials you can find on earth against these predators. Be kind to those who are sincerely kind to you. Be grateful to those who have given you a chance to progress. Be appreciative for the help given to you with no conditions.

My Wife Has Bigger Guns Than I

2005-06-08T18:22:00.000-07:00

Reviewing last night's movie, no other plays a better role of Mrs Smith. Attitude isn't enough my friend, you gotta have a nice tight ass, well-rounded large melons to have them oozin out of your dominatrix latex suit, a tiny waist and of cos who can resist the pouting sexy thick HOT lips (I'm turnin myself on just by thinking about it).

After getting over the fact she is gorgeous beyond belief, I say a woman who plays with guns AND knives and is computer literate and most importantly knows how to trash her husband about as a form of foreplay, is even sexy to me, needless to say those oggling boys in the cinema whom i bet wana get it goin'on with Jolie. Tough luck boys, you are a million times LESS of a Brad Pitt. Thus, Well Casted Mr. & Mrs Smith!

I think i enjoyed the movie because of the subtle juxtaposition of the 'female' way of doing things, all refine, cool and classy, with a man's reckless, showy, rash ways. There were quaky bits everywhere, great detail in the dialogue. I almost felt sadistic laughing at every twist and turn, it turned out to be more of a great comedy than a rough and tumble, actionpacked movie.

I guess this is what marriage is? To kill each other Softly, Slowly but....SURELY. Till death do us part, what say you, love?

Trial or Internship?

2005-06-07T20:11:00.000-07:00

A good friend of mine has joined the club of "My-ex-is-a-Superstar". Its an exclusive club which categorizes girls or guys who have their positions in the dating world elevated becos if a STAR wants/wanted you, you are considered of higher caliber.

The secret world of superstars and their dates/flings/lovers/fuck buddies, who really knows the real story? Even if the 'commoner' was the one who broke up with Mr./Ms. high and mighty, but really, who gives?

Unless he kills himself, supposedly for her, how cruel can we be to the one who is left behind? Hrmm..lets put her in the limelight and force her death as well. It will be fun.

I think dating stars are over-rated. Superstars are products of their own vanity, for fame and for fortune, a complete package...a PRODUCT of social perfection.

They are mostly non the brighter, mostly human, mostly vain, mostly self-involved, lazy foreplayers, typical traits of anybody who is good looking and ISN'T a superstar, and i mean the girls too.

So regardless if the product is on trial or for full-time use, be it whether for their biceps, triceps, or even possible quadruceps, or just a pretty face, take it easy and just have fun using it, and i must say, being V.I.P can be great!

Its hard to look like an IT person

2005-06-07T02:08:00.000-07:00

I went to do some 'spying' type of research today for an IT client. For those who know what an IT switch or a router is, congrats..you have fallen into my category of nerd/geek. Today, i was reduced to being one of you. (I know i will offend many of my close guy friends...yes you know who you are all you PC World readers.)

Being dressed up all officy, wearing my glasses on purpose to fit in, and still I couldn't escape the careful eyes of the shop-keepers. I think my look of ?????????/huh WTF, gave it all away. Some of the sweet young boys did let me take a photo or two of the product placements, but when it came to the old seasoned fellows, my nerdish persona didn't pass.

Thank you naive sweet boys, OLD men be nice next time!!?!

SHOULD have wore my low cut top and short skirt.

Tell me. wat the hell are you lookin' at.

2005-06-06T21:13:00.000-07:00

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Minks. Jaguars. Tigers & a Jackass

2005-06-06T02:42:00.000-07:00

It's tacky but she's so right about this despite being Paris Hilton. I bet she stole it from someone else, just as I am stealing it from her. My inspiration at this very moment succumbing to starting a blog was Paris's claim to "A girl should have 4 pets. A mink in her closet, a jaguar in her garage, a tiger in bed and a jackass to pay for everything."

I'm a girl...i'd love a mink..maybe an AA Grade copy cos i happen to lovvee animals but mind you i won't settle for synthetic shit. A jaguar, a SL 55 AMG, Ferrari, Lambogini or a porche, whichever i can get my hands on, i'm not choosey. A tiger...already got one of those and a jackass (girls why be nice to a person who clearly only wants sex?)

Paris is HOT, suxs....but wat she copied rocks.