HAPPY ALL HALLOWS' EVE!!!

This is how my halloween is gonna be spent this yr:

1145hours: Leave for Sinma, Tampines. Kay says temporary dye is available there. Going blonde, both me and her. Twinnie, shut up.

1300hours: Smooch Twinnie, and begin our lunch date at Raffles Place.

14++hours: Leave for Chong Pang, Yishun. Play with Mrityunjjay and Purannjay for the looongest time possible.

(note to self: rmbr to get jelly for the lovely toddler.)

1900hours: Dance class proper will start, and Kay and I will be stomping away.

2000hours: Dance class ends. Must wash up/bathe and doll ourselves up.

20++hours: Leave for Powerstation (probably), meeting up with Nan somewhere along the way.

21++hours: Enter FREE and have 5 FREE drinks. And paaaarrrtaaayy!!


I love being female.

Oh, I'm going as someone who lived in the 50s. Nan's bringing her camera, so I'll have a blast posting pictures, and you'll have a blast viewing them.

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You are Strength

Courage, strength, fortitude. Power not arrested in the act of judgement, but passing on to further action, sometimes obstinacy.

This is a card of courage and energy. It represents both the Lion's hot, roaring energy, and the Maiden's steadfast will. The innocent Maiden is unafraid, undaunted, and indomitable. In some cards she opens the lion's mouth, in others she shuts it. Either way, she proves that inner strength is more powerful than raw physical strength. That forces can be controlled and used to score a victory is very close to the message of the Chariot, which might be why, in some decks, it is Justice that is card 8 instead of Strength. With strength you can control not only the situation, but yourself. It is a card about anger and impulse management, about creative answers, leadership and maintaining one's personal honor. It can also stand for a steadfast friend.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Eeeenteresting. Got it off Kay's blog, by the way.

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Mom's screaming.

Nights and toodles, babies. And have a marvily spooky day. :-D

I frikkin got my paragraphs back. I, am sooo blardy smart.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

*somersaults 23 times*

Off to meet an old friend for waffles. Ah.. yummmmm.

Sorry twinnie. Hope you can make it on thursday, and I love you!!

My paragraphs are gone.

:(

I shall spend the whole night weeping, and be back tmr with something solid to say. Hopefully.

P.S: Twinnie, you frikkin rock, you lovely asswipe!! I am SOOOO proud!!!!!
P.P.S: If somebody knows how I can fix this paragraph-less state of mine, do let me know. I messed arnd with Blogger's publishing options. BAH.

On Facebook, there's this application that I added, called Superlatives. Ppl vote what I'm most likely to do/be; as follows:

Your Top Superlatives

Most Likely To Have a Blonde Moment (4 friends)
Most Likely To Get Out of Trouble by Smiling (3 friends)
Most Likely To Encourage my Dangerious, Drunken Escapades (1 friend)
Most Likely To Be the Most Creative (1 friend)
Most Likely To Spend All their Money on Starbucks (1 friend)
Most Likely To Make me Laugh (1 friend)
Most Likely To Party Like a Rockstar (1 friend)
Most Likely To Bring Sexy Back (1 friend)
Most Likely To Walk into a Pole (1 friend)
Most Likely To Keep a Promise (1 friend)


I'm mostly most likely to have a blonde moment! I agree. Not many ppl have voted tho. Cos I've not been bothering much with those application thingies until Jay joined Facebook 2 days ago. Where my love interest is, my interests lie. Haha.

The bf;

Jijay Kumar thinks you are Most Likely To Be the Most Creative
Jijay Kumar thinks you are Most Likely To Make me(him) Laugh
Jijay Kumar thinks you are Most Likely To Have a Blonde Moment
Jijay Kumar thinks you are Most Likely To Bring Sexy Back
Jijay Kumar thinks you are Most Likely To Get Out of Trouble by Smiling

I must agree with my getting out of trouble by smiling. He shld know, really.

*smiles real sweetly*

I shld go! Have to be up early tmr. 3-day assignment at suntec again, but as an events coordinator this time arnd.

Wish me fun!

Guess what I downloaded last night? Guess guess guess GUESS!!

Super Troopers!!!!

I loved the movie the first time I caught it almost halfway thru on tv like, 4 yrs ago. I rmbr thinking to myself, "what a delightfully mad movie. again! again again again!" while clapping like a teletubby.

I am kinda bored. And restless. Was sending Jay web smses earlier, and I think he was busy. Hope he's not annoyed. Ah what the heck, doesn't matter if he's fed up; he'll still want to marry me anyway. *beams real wide*

I shall post our little almost one-sided convo here.

I'm Larling! by the way. Cos, that's how he addresses me often.



Larling!: I lou you, my chellam. Lou you like shit ah! And miss you more than that. :(

Larling!: Wld you be free later today, by any chance?

+659*******: Don't think so dah. Where are u?

Larling!: I'm at home. *pouts* Looks like I'll be staying home. Bleeeeurgh. What're you doing?! I miss you!!! I MISS YOooouuU!!!!

+659*******: I'm at class la, what else. Maybe i'll come over tomorrow for tea.

Larling!: Aaaaama. :-p Busy ah? By the way, the chocolate cake finished yesterday evening. :(

Larling!: And by the way again, I just watched the Disco Rama song scene and weirdly, I loved it. But not as much as I love you!!
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(nothing's said for a looong time.)
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Larling!: You lousy ah. Oh well. Call me whenever it is that you're free ah! :-D


Ladidaaadidaaa.

I feel the need to bake another cake. Cos, 1 and half days after 'releasing' it for eats, there's none left for me. And I had only like, a cubic inch of it. :(

Oooo, my mom's made me an egg thosai. Be back later!

Isn't this song lovely?

Playground Love by Air, from the album The Virgin Suicides, soundtracks to the movie. Am yet to download the rest of the album, but I absolutely adore this one.

I made a fair-sized chocolate brownie-cake and 4 choco-wine cupcakes. I looove baking into the wee hours of the morning! And Twinnie's Russel Peters DVD has proven to be very good company.

It's 5.24am now. My eyes are half closed.

So, toodles!

At 13, I took up Bharathanatyam, but lasted only one year cos I lost interest. Also ah, the teacher a bit the bitchy and I didn't care enough to continue.

This sunday, I will be starting on a whooole new Bharathanatyam-journey of sorts. See, my sister's gonna be teaching me. Weird innit? True, tho!

Kay's already a student of hers and she loves the classes cos, well, she loves the art. So, we'll be classmates! Or maybe not, since she started earlier and we'd be on different levels. Schoolmates! Mmm. But we'll be taught at her home. Can't use home-mates, so maybe dance-mates shld suffice.

You may wonder why I've decided to learn the art now, after all these yrs. Wellll,

- my sister insists that I do
- I love watching performances
- I do have an interest in learning it, tho it's not a very huge one
- as you all shld know by now, I desperately want to shed fat
- sunday's Vijayadashami, and so
- my sister insists that I do


And honestly, I have good dancer genes. I know it as a fact lah. My family is full of ppl with artistic talents of different kinds and degrees. Sadly, we generally waste the good stuff like shit. *nods* I'd be the perfect example.

So yep, the super long procastination period is over. Bleeeeeurgh.

I will make sure I have fun.

Note: A quotable convo in the form of msn convo shots has been added to the end of this post, a few hours after first publishing it.

Did this VisualDNA thing.

There's supposed this stylo flash product called a widget with images of what I like and don't like and crave and all, but the codes I was provided with were super cocky, and all I cld salvage was this;

Read my VisualDNA™     Get your own VisualDNA™

Do it too! Preeetty interesting.

I'm blogging 12 days after my last post. Feeeeeels good!

I have an announcement to make.

Ahem. Drumrolls pls.

*drums roll, and I snigger*

I hereby make public, my resolve to go make-up-less.

*clouds stop moving. leaves stop shaking in the wind. cos the wind's stopped blowing. flowers close up and shiver. bees drop dead mid-flight. crows smash into window panes.*

I am not pulling your leg, ppl. I am seriously not going use cosmetics from now on. In fact, it's been almost a week since I made my decision.

I had 2 trial runs, one was with Jay at white sands last...friday, I think. And the other was when I made a trip down to orchard, and then to yishun, on monday. Yes, I was at orchard with no make-up on. And boy did it feel goooood!

I cld rub my eyes without worrying abt smudges and I cld slap and pinch myself countless times and not worry too. I. Love. It.

What drove me to this resolution of sorts is the image I saw in the mirror. I saw preeeetty clear skin, which I've been anticipating the possession of since I was 15. I then realised that I don't actually need make-up since I've nothing to cover.

So, before stepping out, all I'll do is apply some Olay total effects cream (which I frikkin swear by), lip balm and that's it; I'm ready to go out, if I have my clothes on that is. And if I've not had enough sleep lately, a kohl eyeliner will suffice.

Now all that applies to a non-clubbing/partying/celebratory outing. Make-up can be fun too.

But not sooo fun that I wanna use it everyday! And guess what? I don't NEED TO!! Ladidadidaaaaa!!!

*prances from cloud to cloud; an attempt to get them to move*

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Twinnie & I. Black cut out parts were too confidential to be revealed. *sniggers*

Would be good if you cld cease requesting to be my friend. I am not gonna accept it cos (1) I have no idea who you are (2) You live in Malaysia so you definitely have no idea who I am (3) I have no interest whatsoever in being your friend cos all I see in your private profile is a fancy pic of the letter M. Hardly illuminating, yes?

You've requested to be my friend 3 to 4 times now. And I've rejected them all. I'm not very fond of rejecting ppl. Help me.

Toodles.

Dhanya


The story is obvious here.

Some ppl ah, veryyy the irritating even when you don't know them personally.

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Kit's a co-organiser of this party called Twang!, at Zouk. Am waaaay too lazy to do any actual creative work right now (as you will see below) so I'm just lifting stuff from her blog.





Why should you come?

It's guaranteed to be fun:-

1) because there'll be no overaged sexual predators around;
2) because tickets are not only cheap, they also come with one free drink;
3) because it's at Zouk;
4) because you're clubbing with friendly faces;


5) Because this is Kit's first attempt at organising a public party, so her friends(such as me) SHOULD show some support!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How rare is it that it only costs $16 (plus one free drink, alcoholic of course) to enter Zouk? And without that huge thronging crowd of sweaty bodies belonging to people you don't even know?

If you want to club in style, there're also VIP tables available:


VIP tables W/O complimentary drinks are $168( 10 pax) or $158(8pax).


VIP tables with complimentary drinks are $258(10 pax) or $242(8pax).


How can you come?

Tickets are on sale now, till the day itself (or while stocks last.)
Tickets look super gorgeous! Kit was one of the designers! :-p

The next thing to do after reading this is to get your fingers off the mouse and contact:-
1) Kit (if you have her mobile number); or
2) the organising group at twangparty@googlegroups.com


So come Twang! with us on
4th December at 2200hrs to 0400hrs!

Also see, http://twangparty.livejournal.com/


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I wanna go! Hope I am. 4th December's my parents' anniversary. Not sure of the celebratory plans yet. Mmm.

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Quotable Quotes/ Stuff

Kit and I ordered a dish which was to supposed have paneer(cottage cheese) in it, but didn't. A while into the meal;

Kit: Hey, I think this's the cheese thing. *pokes at something on her plate*
Me : Umm. I think that's the chicken (which she's been eating for a bit).
Kit: Oh yeah! Hahaha.

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A friend of mine spotted a 10+ yr old boy selling stuff outside a shopping centre. She rushed closer to me;

Her: Omg. Look at that boy! He seems to have grown much taller the past 2 days man!!!!
Me : Where where?? *spots boy* Aiyah. That's the older brother lah.
Her: Oh. Mmm. Hahhahahaha!!!!
Me : HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!!!

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Twinnie and I, online.


°• her royal freshness •° says:
guess what??!

Scarlet Starlet says:
you got a job!

Scarlet Starlet says:
you're getting married tomorrow!

°• her royal freshness •° says:
umm... no

Scarlet Starlet says:
you're pregnant!

°• her royal freshness •° says:
er... not really

°• her royal freshness •° says:
mmm.

Scarlet Starlet says:
you're umm...

°• her royal freshness •° says:
am I? *ponders*

Scarlet Starlet says:
err...

Scarlet Starlet says:
stupid?

°• her royal freshness •° says:
:(

°• her royal freshness •° says:
I was gonna say I love you!

°• her royal freshness •° says:
:.(

Scarlet Starlet says:
AWW!

Scarlet Starlet says:
I love you too, chellam

Scarlet Starlet says:
*picks up an imaginary eraser and erases most of the earlier part of the conversation*

°• her royal freshness •° says:
*sniffles and smooches twinnie and eraser*

Scarlet Starlet says:
*gets smooched and dies of happiness*


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Ilyas and I, online.


* Jaguar Paw * says:
ada podiiiiiiii

°• her royal freshness •° says:
poooooooooda

°• her royal freshness •° says:
panniye

* Jaguar Paw * says:
dun make me

* Jaguar Paw * says:
i am fasting

* Jaguar Paw * says:
i dun wish to swear at u

* Jaguar Paw * says:
and waste my holyness

°• her royal freshness •° says:
holyness.

°• her royal freshness •° says:
*snorts*

* Jaguar Paw * says:
shuddapp

°• her royal freshness •° says:
I have a few things to say abt that

* Jaguar Paw * says:
u&^#@$@

* Jaguar Paw * says:
i dun wanna know!!!

°• her royal freshness •° says:
but my mama taught me btr than that

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Beeer's getting me to go to this Aaraathanaa show thingamy at Ngee Ann Poly tmr. Said she got complimentary tickets, but I have a feeling she's lying cos she just feels like having me arnd, and knows very well that I wldn't dream of paying for tickets to something I cldn't even be half-assed abt. Oh, after the show and all, she'll be staying over at my place. Ssssweeeeet. :-D

The ass aches. I shall now retire.

Dinner with Kit! Indian restaurant. I feel like having paneer(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paneer).

And so I shall!

Blogging proper will commence once I stumble home from stuffing myself with oriental cheese.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I'll be starting on yet another temporary assignment tmr. Guess what I'll be doing.

Really, humour me.

I'll be selling stuff. Guess what I'll be selling.

No, guess!!

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Drawing a blank?

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I'll be selling something that you're probably in possession of at this very moment. It is really reaaally close to you. In fact, it's right in front of your clueless eyes.

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Computers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Hard to believe, I know. Dhanya the IT-Bimbo, selling home systems and laptops. Boggles the mind, don't it!

I quit Multimedia & Infocomm Technology in polytechnic cos I got too close to computers and IT shit and found it soooo boring, I wld have died had I stayed on for more than 6 months. Learning abt CPU parts nearly killed me.

And here I am, on my way to signing a 3-month contract with Dell!

The pay is fanatastico tho. That plays the hugest part in my current willingness to take up the offer.

Plus, I love ppl. Doesn't matter if they're screaming at me for something somebody else did or gazing adoringly at my ass; I love them all the same. Plays the 2nd hugest part.

3rd hugest is how I keep being told Dell is a great company to work for. Mmm.

So! Tmr's my first day, and it's at a roadshow at Causeway Point. Roadshow-ing will be for 4 days only, and a week or so after will be contract proper.

I hate Causeway Point. But, the ppl I'm gonna be working with seem preeeetty cool, so... good lah. I'm even travelling to (frikkin) Woodlands with one of my groupies, this muslim guy of whose race I can't determine, from Tampines.

Yep.

The ad agency I was working for till last monday, called today to see if I was keen on a permanent position they have open. I was like, heeelll yeaahh! I conveyed my salary expectations and was told I'll receive positive/negative news soon. Hope I didn't scare them off. And they jolly well react fast, before I sign this 3-month contract.

*examines nails with an air of importance*

I quite often find myself without a job. I just can't stick to one cos it ends up sucking, or I end up sucking at it. And I'll be back to job-hunting. Anonymous person, shush!!

As I was saying, my occupation status will be house-daughter for a month or 2, and when I do get a job offer, I swear, other job offers just spring up. Like Natasha Bedingfield's vision of babies springing up like daisies.

It's aaaalways like that, y'know. I had to turn down an interview for some customer service position at AIA Tampines today cos I had to attend some training shit. Hope nothing much's lost on my side.

Maybe I shld reschedule.

I am boring myself, terribly. Computers, laptops, jobs, Causeway Point.

I have a feeling I'll meet weird ppl at Causeway Point. Bet I'll have loads to blog abt.

:-D

Changed my blogskin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*dies of happification*

I do miss the skin twinnie did for me, tho. It was lovely ah.

But like all good things, it had to come to an end. *sniggers while Nelly Furtado croons in the background*

By the way, if you don't see a huge eye on this page, photobucket's acting up. The white space isn't supposed to be there. Yep.

Such a boring post.

Lunch beckons. Toodles!

I had this book when I was way younger, about the Pied Piper of Hamelin. Was a really thin children's book, with illustrations, and I had no idea it was a true story. Of sorts. I rmbr being kinda disturbed abt it, cos I wasn't given any idea as to what actually happened to the 130 children after they were led into the marvellous cave.

In case the details you got are fuzzy, or you just aren't aware of the existence of such a tale, here's an excerpt from it's wikipedian explanation;


The Pied Piper of Hamelin is a legend, documented by the Brothers Grimm (Der Rattenfänger von Hameln, which translates to "The Ratcatcher of Hamelin"), which tells of an unusual disaster that occurred in the town of Hamelin (Hameln), Germany, 26 June 1284.

In 1284, the town of Hamelin was suffering from a rat infestation. One day, a man claiming to be a rat-catcher approached the villagers with a solution. They promised to pay him for the removal of the rats. The man accepted, and thus played a musical pipe to lure the rats with a song into the Weser river, where all of them drowned.

Despite his success, the people reneged on their promise and refused to pay the rat-catcher. The man left the town angrily, but returned some time later, on June 26th, seeking revenge.


While the inhabitants were in church, he played his pipe again, this time attracting the children of Hamelin. One hundred and thirty boys and girls followed him out of the town, where they were lured into a cave and never seen again. Depending on the version, at most two children remained behind (one of whom was lame and could not follow quickly enough) who informed the villagers what had happened when they came out of the church.

Other versions (but not the traditional ones) claim that the Piper returned the children after the villagers paid several times the original amount of gold.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pied_piper


Damn interesting, ah?

Read more of it, it gets fascinating. And the site links published are worth reading too, cos they've quite different perceptions as to what really happened; one theroy says all the kids were killed, and another says they were willingly led to places where they set up their own villages. There was even a stained glass window that depicted the story, but it's apparently no more, and we only have descriptions of it. Going by those observations, Hans Dobbertin, a cyptographer, who just passed away last yr, came up with a version of the glass window. Been searching for a pic of it online for the past 20 min, but to no avail! Oh well.

If you find it, can show me? And if you stumble upon any interesting portrayals/illuminations, gimme! I wld be most interested.

I'm sure you're familiar with the term 'read between the lines'. And I'm preeetty sure that if you're reading this, you're a young(ish) person, so, you shld be aware of the more offensive meaning the phrase holds, usually meant while displaying your hand with its 2nd, 3rd and 4th digits sticking solidly out.

Like this:




A friendlier version wld be,




So, you're frikkin pissed with someone and you want them to know they're shit and contemplate using the 'read between the lines' thing, cos it's a rude gesture, obviously. Then you think, "Alamak, I saw that primary school kid use it on her grandma yesterday. I got to come up with something btr and cooler!" Now that's when, if you're smart enough, the idea of the super fuck springs to your mind.

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Tadaaa!!





I present to you, the super fuck!!

My middle finger has got a pattern on it that resembles a phallus, and it's got supposed drops of urine on the fingers beside it. Aaaand, a tiny representation of the penis on my little finger(to say,'you're such a loser, your dick's like that!') , and another on my thumb too, which, unfortunately, wasn't photographed.

There you have it. The perfect, illustrated, cheemified insult.

Use it on someone. The reaction you'd get will first be this:




and once the full implication of your manicured nails are registered, you'll get this:




Marvellousness, yes?

You got a fantastic insult readily available AND, you have an excuse to get your nails done if you're a guy. What more cld any bitch ask for?

Get your super fuck done today!

I am officially back to full-time job hunting. SUCH a bore/headache!!

Oh well, I guess I have more time to bake my cakes, smell my dead/dried roses, get laid(riiight. sigh.), lose weight(the sis says my arms look slimmer!!!!!), bake an extra chocolatey cake for the sis and do my nails myself.

Speaking of nails, later, I will have to introduce the fantastic idea of the super fuck to you guys. It is so mind-blowing, every nail salon shld offer it. Yes, twinnie?

I am becoming such a girly girl. Tsk.

Off to meet a recruitment agent.

Toodles!

I am officially plump.

PLUMP PLUMP PLUMPETTY PLUMP!

And it is soooooooo depressing. It's not due to the bothersome images of perfect(?) models. I am sooooo sad bcos, I look like shit.

Honest!

I nvr used to have a serious muffin-top problem. Those of you who know me well shld know that I used to be a bit of a fatso till sec 2/3, which is when I worked out like shit to lose all the weight I'd been carrying since primary 4. I've stretch marks for proof of the sudden weight loss. And I always wore my jeans and skirts at the waist (absolutely yucky, I know), which is why I nvr had the muffin-top problem even when I was fat.

But NOW.

I can't wear any damn pair of jeans without my bottom half looking like a frikkin huge muffin!

In case, you're wondering wtf all this muffin business is abt, here're a few illustrations;




I believe that's clear enough.

So, as I was saying, my 3 favourite pairs of low-rise jeans just don't flatter me anymore, unless I put on a loooong, loose top. I can't even wear those adorably tight long tees. Sigh.

Those sleepless nights spent preparing and delightedly devouring baked potatoes with sour cream and tuna, my favourite snack, have turned out to be totally evil. And the cheesy macaroni dishes (very much like the one I had at Kenny Rogers *gulps* today) and self-made rich chocolate cakes and sugar-coated peanuts and cold slices of cheese and god, the list can go on and on.

I DO workout, just not regularly.

The mom has hidden the dumbells cos she disapproves of my using them. -_-

That woman thinks I'm skinny. She insists on me having a proper dinner, and, she's a terrific cook. Scolds me whenever I do anything resembling a workout. I'm soon gonna look like this;



Siiiiiiiigh.

Watch I progressively expand.







You might not spot a very visible change here, but it's frikkin visible in person ah. Having an obvious tummy isn't fun; doesn't matter how obvious, as long as it is. Bah.

Know what? I'm gonna get off the comp now, complete a minimum of 75 sit ups, do this wonderful workout I got out a book that's for the ass and legs, and allow myself to stop worrying and whining like a vain kid who got her hair shaven off.

Temporarily, at least.

It's 3.31am. Time to get crackin'.

To a new me! *toasts*

And if you've got weight problems, to a new you too, hopefully.

Men.

Why is it that the older we get, the more we know, and the shittier they seem as a whole?

Before I go on, I have to state this clearly; I am doing some super-generalisation.

Seriously, why? Yes, I'm barely 21, but I have close friendly/sisterly relations with older women whose ages go up to almost 60, and their ideas regarding men aren't very different from mine. Sure, there're some men in (my and) their lives that're exceptional and by that, I mean love-worthy.

But.

There's the man that seemed love-worthy at first, but not soooo worthy after we realised that the reason the wifey was all alone at home constantly while she was pregnant was that he got himself not 1, but 2 extra curricular activity partners at work. The divorce came 8 years after and he apologised, saying he's a slut by nature.

There's also the man who impregnated his girlfriend, told her he loved her, and just left her alone to face the abortion and whatever came after.

The man who fantasises abt his wife's sisters.

The uncle who begged his niece to sleep with him and showed her porn mags and handed her some tissue paper to wipe herself with up in case she was wet. She was 16, and she didn't even know where or why she was supposed to be wet. He's even carried her when she was a baby.

The man who raped his many teenaged daughters(with his shitty wives' consents), for the lamest reason, if it cld even be called a reason; teenage guys can't be trusted. Sounds like he cldn't trust other guys to rape his daughters well enough, so he forced the burden upon himself.

Doesn't all this amaze you? Sure, you've heard of such things, maybe have even experienced something similar yourself. Still, honestly, doesn't it just blow your mind, hearing about used women and their tormentors?

What do they actually have on their minds? How do they manage to have dicks for minds and their brains in their asses? How do they even live with themselves? Their crummy, crappy selves?

The Singaporean man who raped a few-month-old baby girl with her hands tied behind her back and threw her down the rubbish chute when he was done. She was dead by then, ofcos.

He is/was pure evil. Not sure if he's still alive. Imagine, he was so desperate, he had to kill a baby for sexual gratification, and he went for it.

Ever since I read that article years ago, I vowed to keep a watch over kids arnd me. And babies. And recently, I learnt the full value of keeping a watch over myself and women who are close to me.

Cos you honestly nvr know what the boogeyman looks like until he closes in on you.


P.S: There're bad women too, I know. This post's just abt men, so yeah.

My temporary assignment will soon be over, so I'm constantly JobsDB-ing. Quite a number of jobs require knowledge of Chinese, and I don't mind at all. Have a look at this tho:


-“0”-Level & above
-Computer literacy
-Able to start work with short notice
-Must be bilingual in English and Mandarin in order to communicate with all races customers
-Preferable with minimum 1 year experience in relevant field
-Singaporean, Singapore PR or Malaysian are applicable


When did knowledge of English and Mandarin become equal to being able to converse fluently with people of alllll races that exist? Amazing ah.

And here's a slightly funny one:


-Must be able to commence work immediately or at short notice
-Only Singaporean, PR and Dependent Pass Holder need to apply
-Bilingual in English and Mandarin or English and Thailand


Don't they stop to think if everything sounds alright before publishing it on a reeeeeaally popular job site? *rolls eyes*

Gonna go see my newborn and manly(you'll be surprised at how manly he looks, even as a baby) nephew at the hospital. Ahhhh lovely lovely. :-D

Looks like it's all cleared up. Somewhat. I don't know what to think, and it's probably easier this way.

Cos family or not, it's just another person.

Another person. Not me, nor my mom nor dad. It's all that shld matter. No?

Confusion is such a huge source of irritation and in my case, hesitation too. Who do I believe? I'd hate to believe me, but know what? After all that, I think I still might.

Only time and behavioural choices will tell, I guess.

I miss how my family used to be. Living together; always with each other; for each other. It's not just a physical separation. We all got too many secrets and are too quick to defend other ppl we love.

WHAT A WASTE OF ENERGY AND TIME.

Oh well. I still got my mom and dad.

The father was in a net-using mood.

Shut up, twinnie!

So. I'm temping at this ad agency at Suntec.

I looooooooove working that area. It takes me exactly 54 minutes to get to Suntec, counting from the minute I put my shoes on. An hour is preeetty ok. The place is so genuinely busy; there're always ppl walking arnd and hogging escalator space, especially at that overhead bridge from citylink that leads you right to one of the many entrances to Suntec. White ppl are so easy to spot, and I love it bcos Singapore suddenly seems kinda... wider, somehow. I wonder if the white race will truly expand here.

I always pass by Starbucks with my nose up in the air, proud of resisting my temptation to go in and get a cuppa. Knowledge of the existence of a Coffeebean outlet just a few blocks away doesn't help tho; not with the pocket, not with the diet(?) too. Getting a double vanilla ceylon latte or a moroccan mint tea latte will not help me get alert anyways. Tea lattes soothe too much.

I'd love one now tho. It's 2am and I've 5 hours left till my dad gently wakes me up. See, the alarm got spoilt, and he offered.

Why am I finding it hard to fall asleep? I am, in fact, sleepy. But not drowsy... yet. I wish I were one of those ppl who're out like a light the second they hit the pillow.

Kabby pointed out earlier that my eyes were kinda bloodshot. As did twinnie last saturday.

Btr cut out some cucumber slices and balance them on my eyeballs.

Toodles.