Quotable Quotes/ Convos


Sash: Y'know, she thinks she's the prettiest girl in the world but she's soooo ugly.
Me : Man, that's sad.
Sash: Uh huh.
Me : Y'know, she shld come have a look at us! Then she won't think the same way.
Sash: Yeah!!

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Ragani: Yah, I know I'm very sweet.
Me : Eh pls lah...my backside laughing ok?
*silence*
Ragani: I'm not very comfortable with where this conversation's going.

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3rd Sis: Ppl are swearing so much.
Me : Yeh, it's like, they substitute normal conversation with profanities.
3rd Sis: Kan ni nah chee bai ah!
Me : !!!!!!!!!

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Sash: So did you have fun with Jay yesterday?
Me : Oh yes, I had loads of fun!
Sash: Oh, ok, I don't wanna hear about it.
Me : Y'know, he's just marvellous.
Sash: Don't wanna hear about it! Don't wanna know more!
Me : He's soooo damn good at...*drags*
Sash: No no no no!!!!

My sister has listed my house phone number as one of the company numbers, so we get ppl calling us asking about art courses and stuff sometimes. So this man called, like 40 min ago, cos he wanted to send my sister's company an email and wanted to know the address.

First, he asked my mom, and she wasn't sure, so she asked me. The phone was in the kitchen, where the washing machine and dryer were on at the same time, and Madhu was bawling (cos her dad took her crayon away) and running to me with open arms. So, in between comforting Madhu by saying stuff like, "It's ok, baby, sweetie-pie, it's ok," I gave my mom the address. And my mom was like, "Ah? Underscore wat?" So I took the phone from her, spelt it out for him, and hung up politely.

About 5 minutes later, he called back and said he got an email from yahoo saying the email add was non-existent. I was like "Bloody @$%#&..." inside but outside, I was all, "Oh my...I wonder wat's wrong. Mmm. Cld you pls hold on for a while? Thanks!"

So I called my brother-in-law on my handphone and he told me there's actually a '.sg' behind the add, not just plain old 'yahoo.com'. So, I kicked myself, then politely told the guy that I wasn't sure about it, but maybe adding a '.sg' might work. Cos I had told him initially that there was definitely no '.sg'. And while I was talking to him, my phone went 'MooOOO...MooOOO' cos I had recieved an sms. And in the background, my mom was slamming the kitchen cabinet doors. Also, Madhu was making some goat-like noises.

So yep, the man left me his number and name. Then he said I might have heard of his son, who plays the veenai or something.

Me : Umm..actually, no, I haven't heard of him.
Him: Oh...you haven't.
Me : Heh...yah. *uncomfortable silence*
Me : So, yep, I'll tell Vidhya to call you back? (my phone goes 'MooOO...MooOO' again)
Him: Oh, yes yes.
Me : Alrite then. Thank you, bye!
Him: Bye.

He must think we're mad.

I cooked lunch today! *beams* But my sister came home with food for the family when I was doing the finishing touches to my brinjal curry. I cld see stuff going on in my family's head, like, "Briyani, brinjal curry. No competition there."

So briyani it was.

*grumbles*

I wish some ppl wld just mind their own damn business.

I hope it'd be ok, Char. Call me if anything, ok? Love you babe.

Y'know the wedding pics? 2 or 3 posts back? I've been getting complaints that they're too small, so I linked the pics to their bigger versions. Go click and see!

:-D

Singapore seems like such a boring, clean-shaven, yawn-worthy country. But I realise that if you look hard enough, there're lotsa stuff going right under our noses, like prostitution. And it was advertised in the Classifieds!

LOOKING FOR PART-TIME Host-
esses/ Models making 5-digit in-
come p/mth. No regn fees. Inivit-
ing gorgeous individuals only! Pls
call 6100-2280 www.singapore-
girls.biz or www.incmodels.com

Out of curiosity (AND PURELY THAT) I visited the websites. Both actually lead to the same site, just that inc.models starts out with pictures of the girls, and then you navigate to singaporegirls.com, the main one. There was this section where the vital statistics and some info on the girls were listed.

Elsa :
age : 24 years, Singaporean Chinese
vital stats : 34B-24-34 , 47kg , 1.62m , Long Hair
skin : Normal-
eyes : brown
look : Office-Lady , Sexy and Nice Body with Hot Looks .
Occupation : Office Secretary
Comments : Appreciate 'Real Actions Fun and love kinky Actions'


Maple : Premium Quality
age : 23 years old , Singaporean Chinese with Japanese parentage
vital stats : 32A-23-32 , 1.58m , 44kg
skin : very fair
eyes : brown
look : sultry, sweet , sophisticated and classy with a charismatic presentation
occupation : Studying part time
Comments :- good 'sound effect' while in actions-with beautiful features


Rebecca:NEW
age : 22 years, Singaporean Chinese
vital stats : 34B-25-35 , 47kg , 1.66m , Long Hair
skin : Fair Complexion
eyes : brown and sexy
look : nice average girl looking.
occupation : Sales
Comments : willingly to explore and is good when action is concern


Rachael :NEW - PREMIUM Quality
age : 20 years, Singaporean Chinese
vital stats : 34B-25-35 , 47kg , 1.66m , Long Hair
skin : Normal Complexion
eyes : brown and sexy
look : Sensual , sexy ,classy ,beautiful and intelligent .
occupation : Undergraduate in local University
Comments : Perfect Body and know how to please and need prior notice


Mmmm. Interesting. Atrocious english and overuse of words such as 'action' (wat's with them and that word? Sounds so secondary school), though. And they've got premium quality escorts! It's like...a meat market. Premium quality beef. Come get em before they're all booked up else you get the lousy, half-assed ones, ppl! Why are the lousy ones lousy? Do they stutter alot? Do they refuse to have sex? Or maybe they're boring. *shrugs*

Y'know, I don't find the idea of escort services revolting. Actually, they're quite useful. Let's say you can't find a date to bring to a business dinner or something big like that. And you'd rather poke a pencil in your eye than go alone cos you've got no self-esteem. Wat do you do? You get a social escort. You'd enjoy the evening, feel better about yourself, the other ppl wld have to grudgingly admit you're not as big a loser as you initially seemed to be if someone as attractive as your escort actually likes your company. It's actually a good idea, in it's own pathetic way.

I don't like the idea of whoring, though. Paying for sex, that's just wrong. Getting paid for sex...that'd be marvellous, but it's still so wrong. I mean, how more pathetic can you get when you're paying for something that's supposed to come free? That's just.....sad. But I wldn't know. I'm not middle-aged and alone (I know that's superficial, but you gotta admit it fits) or depressed or sexually suppressed. Oh wait, I AM sexually suppressed. I miss Jay like hell.

*sighs*

Anyway. Lunch's here. Tummy hurts like hell. Not cos I'm hungry. I've got my period. Period.

"A woman bored is a woman who annoys." - Dhanya Nair

Ask Jay for proof.

I'm helping my sister out rite now with some admin stuff for her company. I wasn't looking forward to it, but now that I'm doing it, I'm actually enjoying myself! Know why? Cos I'm chatting away to Ragani and twinnie and a few other guys, listening to Reloaded 3.

*starts singing* She's like heaven...she's the sun...(yeah-ee-yeah)!

Shut up, twinnie.

Anyways! Had fun yesterday at Eswari's sister's wedding. I was expecting to be with Muthu all the while but that didn't happen cos she was having some problems with her family. Hope it's better now. Mmm.

Note to self: Call Muthu.

So, yeah. I was with the guys, which consists of Daniel, Nantha and Venga. It felt sorta odd for me for a bit, being the only girl. But later, as I grew more comfortable with them, I realised, "Man, this is fun!" It's amusing, and refreshing, to be the only female in the midst of 3 horny despos. Daniel was like, "That girl's butt's like...oh my god, I can't take it anymore man!" My reaction was to go "Eww..." but inside, I was highly amused. But it did get old after a while. Cos I'm not bisexual.

Daniel imitated me by thrusting his chest and ass out and walking with his hand on his shoulder, as if he was holding a bag. He did my hairflip perfectly, y'know? You gotta hand it to him; the guy knows how to be feminine.

Guess wat? I forgot to get the couple a present.

*kicks self 23 times*

I gotta pass Eswari the gift next time I see her. Gosh. I feel so bad.

Oh oh oh, Eswari looked WONDERFUL. So beautiful! I loved her sari. *gushes* I'm downloading the pics from Nantha now. 16931KB, can you believe that? Gosh. I'll post some here. Better sign in to photobucket and be ready.

Oh man. I suck in the pics. Read this:

*The Beast Awakens* says:
:-)

°· J's Girl ·° - from where I'm standing, my grass is green - says:
man I suck!

*The Beast Awakens* says:
errrr.... never say that again just like that

°· J's Girl ·° - from where I'm standing, my grass is green - says:
bloody hell

*The Beast Awakens* says:
:-)


*rolls eyes*

Well, here're some not-so-bad pics. *pukes a bit*


Nantha and me. I've got a stupid smile.


Nantha, Vengadooo and Danny. They've got stupid smiles.


Me with Eswari. My head looks weird.

Bah, bloody photobucket's going a mile per hour. My ass is aching. Think I'll go, and be back later, to finish more work.

Mom's not screaming. *somersaults*

Before twinnie and Charlo kill me, I better update. Before I say anything else, though,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MELVO DARLING! :-D :-D :-D

*ends birthday wishing session*

So! Thursday.

I was supposed to have brunch with Ragani but the poor thing got sick. :-( Hope you're feeling much better, babe! I know you'll be reading this sooner or later, and you must tag! Please.....? *beseeches with wide, puppy dog eyes*

Mmm..actually, I can't really pull off puppy dog eyes. Cos I've got eyes that slant slightly upwards. Eyes that slant up don't really make for a pity-worthy sight, I notice. Cos they tend to look a bit evil sometimes, like a cat's. Eyes that slant down at the sides look more adorable and sympathy-worthy. I do have wide eyes though. Maybe that can make me pitiable? Why am I talking about this anyway?

So yeah, Ragani cldn't make it! And before that, I was supposed to have met up with Kay to pass her a banner I did for her as a favour. She needed it for the TP Open House. I was supposed to have met her at 9.30am at the TP bus stop. And it was only at 9.30 that I woke up. *kicks self* So sorry Kabby!

So, I did my housework, which just kept increasing by the minute. Madhu. Nuff said. I managed to get to TP only in the afternoon, and passed the banner to Kay. I added a 'h' to 'Dramatec', making it 'Dramatech'! Horrid, horrid me. *kicks self again* Hope somebody painted over the darned 'h'.

Oh, twinnie gave me a Valentines' Day present! It was a beautiful red and black card, and pretty silver earrings! *gushes* I was sooo touched, man. Thank you, Sashi-Cow! *hugs twinnie* :-D

I saw Charlo Barlo!!! I absolutely loved her earrings! They were very much like the sort I wld wear. We've got the same taste! Oh, Sash included! 3 of us skipped off to one of those pushcart stuff which sold earrings. Some were nice! Sash and Char bought one each. I forgot to bring cash. :-( Oh well! I still got to see Char! Weee!!

We left TP together, and on the bus, Sash got this wonderful idea, which she told me of like this, "Oh oh oh, let's call Nantha, put him in conference, and not tell him that we're beside each other!" It was marvellous! Too bad we were on a noisy bus, Nantha cldn't hear us clearly enough to catch stuff like, "Oh, D, your hair looks great today!" and "Oh, and I looove your bag, twinnie. Nice shade of green, really!" When it was obvious he wasn't getting the hint, we let him in on wat was happening, and he was like, "Oh my god..."

Oh, by the way, Sash, Nantha said we sounded like a couple of bimbos. We know wat to do to him next time yeah?

So yep, that about covers Thursday, besides the mundane stuff like meals, toilet visits, bowel movements and stuff.

Let's go on to...Saturday! Which was yesterday, in case you're stupid/hangover-ing/Rip Van Winkle.

I met Jay at the temple at 9.30-ish. I had to be there early, cos he threatened to pray and drive off on his own if I was late. Sometimes, he's not very sweet. *rolls eyes, then coughs nervously* So yeah, we prayed, then drove to this place in Ang Mo Kio where he left the car to get a scratch fixed. Took a bus to Bedok Interchange. Looong bus ride. *floats* From there, we hopped on the train, alighted at Tampines (according to Jay, Temporary Penis), shopped around for a bit, got him his new pair of shades, made our way to TP, where Sash and Sindhu were waiting for our arrival. We're VIPs, really. *does a VIP dance and beckons Jay to join in*

So yeah, we looked around for a while, watched the Law & Management thingie, which consisted of a looong, kinda boring video and a play. The play was funny at some parts! Heh. I was sooo tickled by the way Priya knocked her head with this small plastic hammer at the end of the play ran away. Think she was supposed to be a mad woman impersonating the judge! *thinks about it, and doubles over laughing again*

Soon after the L&M thingie, Jay and I had to leave. He was very tired, and so was I! Also, Jay hadn't had enough sleep the night before cos he wasn't feeling very good. Poor babe. :-( So I hugged Sash, giving her back the thumpiest thumping it wld ever have had, said goodbye to Sindhu (didn't hug her cos she was kinda nervous about getting one since Sash was still in shock), and Jay left me at my bus stop, where we waited for his bus to come, which he boarded. And he was gone.

I miss him. :-(

Changed my blogskin a little. *beams*

I've got 4 days to blog about. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, which's today. *ticks with fingers* I'll be blogging only about Monday and today, though. Cos all the other days were downright yawn-worthy. *thinks about them and yawns real wide*

So yeah, Monday! Valentines' Day. :-D

I went to Temasek Poly in the afternoon, and spent it with Sash, Sindhu (Sash's friend), and later, Kay joined us. We talked and lounged around for the looongest time. Read: FUN FUN FUN. *giggles madly*

I saw Melvo and Char too, but cldn't be with them long. It was great seeing them, though. :-) Oh Melvo, Kay's gingerbread cake was delicious, ok?! You bloody nincompoop.

After that, I met J! :-DDDDD

It was done with some difficulty, though. See, I was on the bus, already late (as usual) and it made a swerve, which made me lose my footing, which got my sandal strap broken. I had to limp off the bus and sit down at the McDonalds at the interchange to apply superglue onto my sandals (no, I don't carry superglue around with me all the time), getting the occassional weird look. I'd look at me if I were someone else too, cos I was giving out little screams and swearing.

This sorta thing always happens to me. Always. To me.

Anyway! We went to KFC, had dinner, exchanged gifts. Like I said, he got me this beautiful little rose inside a cube-ish glass thing. I love it. :-D And I'm sooo glad he loved my gift for him. Go to his blog and see the pics! *beams*

Oh man, mom's screaming. Blog about today tmr! Night!

I just read my previous post, and there were so many mistakes. Horrid! Must have been the tension of my mom screaming at me. Like she is now.

*sighs*

I'll blog about yesterday the next chance I get, twinnie! That'd be tmr, I guess.

Nighy night!

Happy Valentines' Day, babies!

And a very VERY special 'Happy Valentines' Day' to my very VERY special valentine. *looks at J and smile affectionately*

I had a marvellous, wonderful, amazing time with him today, and though it was quite short, I loved every moment of it.

I loved his gift! A rose in this glass thingie with the words,"For My Love." Beautiful! Oh, and he loved my gift for him! worried he'd find it too girly for his liking. He didn't! *somersaults 23 times*

*starts singing* Lovely lovely day....Ooooh lovely lovely day!

Shit, mom's screaming. Wanted to blog about my visit to TP. Bah. Be back tmr!

I was on the phone with Nantha just a few minutes ago. We were talking about this bitch that we know, and here's wat he's gotta say:

"We gotta destroy her ovaries. Maybe use a fork or something and poke at her pelvis. Hopefully we'll destroy at least one, y'know, like 4D, trying your luck."

"She thinks she's got balls huh? No, boobies. Balls for men and boobies for women."

"She doesn't deserve her boobies!"

"Let's cut them off, throw them to the dog, and say, "You ain't got no boobie, woman!"

"It's fun slapping bitches. It's nice when they bleed more than once a month."


Women, stay far far away from Nantha. *nods wisely*

You know, I don't get it. When you get older you're supposed to be more matured, rite? You're supposed to know alot more stuff than you did when you were in your teens, and you'd have opened your mind to them.

Why do you behave this way then? You're 11 yrs older than me for god's sake. So wat if I knew wat threesomes meant and you didn't? Doesn't mean I do them. And you're supposed to know, being as 'exposed to the world' as you are. And I understand dirty jokes on TV. Just because you don't, I'm the perverted, dirty one. Know wat the problem really is? You're ignorant, I'm not. Or at least, you've got more ignorance than me. An overflowing supply of ignorance at that.

Don't go all high and mighty and self-righteous on me. I know you keep comparing myself to you. You're not a saint. And for your info, abstinence from sex before marriage is not the best humanly possible thing to do and does not mean you're one of the 'good ones'.

You're being very immature, cos stubborn refusal to cease being narrow-minded is not a sign of maturity. Grow up already.

A fortune teller came over to my place. Ppl my mom trusts say she's proven to be reliable.



5yrs and 4 months more of bad luck for me. I said 'more' cos it seems that I've already entered the period of bad luck.



Her advice to my family:



- Don't let me swim. (cos it's unlucky for me and I might drown and die.

- I've got too many friends, and they're gonna land me in trouble.

- One or a group of them may betray me.

- I might be forced to take blame for something I didn't do.

- Don't let me stay overnight away from home unless a family member's present.(cos I may lose my virginity, which can be done in the afternoon anyway.

- Don't let me stay out at night.

- Don't let me communicate much with my friends.

- Friends = Trouble.

- Though I've got lotsa willpower, I can easily be led astray.

- I'm pretty, so I'm sexually desired, so keep me close to them, not even trusting relatives and close family friends.



I don't know wat to say. Except that this sucks, and I'm gonna be more caged then I am. How the hell does this even help me?



I'm so friggin pissed.

Madhu woke me up this morning with a wrestling-style slam on my back with her knees. Let me tell you one thing: SHE'S BLOODY STRONG. AND SHE'S NOT LIGHT.



Oh wait, that's two things, yeah?



I was so pissed, I shouted at her, very harshly, "Madhu. STOP IT." She froze with her knees bent (cos she had decided to slam me again). Her face changed, from gleeful to shocked, and finally, to sad. She slowly walked out, and went to another room to lay down on the bed and wallow in self-pity. I felt a kinda guilty, but not immediately. See, being woken up by a knee-slam does not make for a cheery mood.



Anyway, I got up and found her lying sideways, waiting for me to come comfort her. I kissed her little back, and started cooing stuff about her being a naughty girl and how I still love her no matter wat, but she still must refrain from such naughtiness, yadda yadda. She made a 'Hmph. Go away, you shit.' sorta face. After some tickling and rasberry-blowing, she was back to normal, which's doing some weird-assed dance movements and asking me to follow them, with no audible music. :-D



I've been shouting at Madhu quite a bit lately. Wait, not really shouting. More like reprimanding. Sometimes, I shout, and sometimes I even beat her. It really breaks my heart to do it but frankly, I've got no choice. She's very smart, and usually, smartness in kids equates to a higher level of mischief. I love mischievious children, but sometimes, they're too much and you gotta do something about it to make sure they don't go out of hand. Afterall, it only makes them a better person.



Some parents do it too much, though. And they do it too hard. I see some mothers beating their kids very hard in the supermarket or bus or somewhere extremely public, and I just hate them. They go about beating their kids as if they're little devil incarnates. And the kids'll be wailing and either squirming or standing still. Wat puzzles me is, often the kids are told to stop crying and they mostly won't, so they get slapped in the face or thighs. The child sobs harder and wails like a siren, only to have more pain inflicted upon himself, which gets him to cry longer and harder. It's stupid, I tell you.



Oh well. Mom's screaming. Must run.

He's back!!!



*somersualts 49 times*

Jay left for KL this morning, and will be back on Monday. It's only gonna be 3.30pm and I miss him like hell. :-(



*sob*

Keep your comments to yourself. GOD. You annoy me to no end. You're driving me up the flaming wall and you know it so shut it, just shut it. I've got enough problems with my mom without you adding yourself to them.



YOU, just SHUT your flaming peehole of a mouth.