Bloody Bollocks!

I'm committing many cardinal sins tonight of stereotyping and overgeneralising. So to those that can't take jibes. Just Shoo. I'm not gonna bother. I know for every cheating men, they'll be *ahem* half as many cheating women. I ain's gonna care about statistics tonight. Too many broken female hearts these few nights. Hugs to all. Remember fortune wheel turns..
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BLOOODY BOLLOCKS!!
I've come to a conclusion though it be voyeuristic.
(Hmm..Perhaps not. But anyhow doesn't matter.)

Guys are mozzie dung.
Period.
(sorry Maine contemplated and decided on something less consequential and minute cmpared to last night's ans)

And How did God invent guys?
Ans: God had an extra bit of playdough that was the poopoo of a fly and he just stuck it on.
And the fly needs to be undone and out to play.
That's another story.

And as I mentioned before... "the story of a curious cat that got it’s whiskers singed by the fire? hmm.. I’ll tell you when the brows grow back." (No coincidence why cats are likened to women and dogs, men.)

But girls being girls need to know everythinggggggg, Illicit ways, secretive ways, upfront and badgering ways. It be too late sometimes, it be just right. But Both ways it hurts. And yea ladies Ignorance is Bliss but still we wanna know. So ouch. Hence the thing about girls being about to take pain more than guys, cos of the monthlies, the childbirth yadayada blahblah.

Yo mate its all Bull crap.

Girls can take pain cause we usually bring it upon ourselves. Women are evil creatures..so said someone in history, no idea who but some one did.

They all got it wrong. The logic is flawed. Women are evil cos of the sadistic streak in women that just LOVES to get themselves in pain by wanting total trust honesty commitment all them ideals of what relationships should be, all them ideals of what kinship should be, of them ideals of what LOVE should be.

We are a terrible evil sadistic bunch aren't we.

Ahh and we love bitching and crying and huddling in cliques and covens like the witches of yonder years.

Misery loves company. Blearh.
I'm very tired and sleepy. Nights dears.

Wheeeeee..

Hehe am gonna get a surprise on Sunday.
But oyyyyy..What good is a surprise when I know am gonna get a surprise..-.-'''

lol Kidding la..

It's more like the excruciating pain of anticipation. Like an itch on that 1cm of skin beneath your shoulders somewhere along your back that you can't scratch even with both hands trying from both sides





















I can so see you guys doing acrobatics trying too see if you can scratch that bit. I suppose the more flexible can. Gosh am evil! And so wuliao.
My apologies. But gosh i have been making many mozzies happy. (some are real pervs).
Bloody'ell


*scratch scratch*

DON'T Scream. Whisper. Or don't talk at all.

It's a binding contract to fool yourself and the world that things will be alright.
I sure hope they do. It did not work once. But it might this time.
You say pray. Some say Good luck. I say DON'T EVEN FALTER!!

"Don't do it to make you happy.
Do it because you are happy."
As much as i maintain that..It is inconsequential.You and I know it best.
But hey who am I do speak. I'm me myself and I. Alone. :)

I don't need an answer.
Nobody needs an answer.
You are answerable only to you.
And again. Don't make decisions based on the expectations of others and wanting approval. Cos when things don't go well and i am not saying that they would not, you'd be bitter.
I am bitter enough. Don't need more to join me. Bitter doesnt need company.

And don't you dare scream bloody murder at me again. It's my page my words my thoughts.I ain't pointing no fingers.

YoYo Peace out. Am off to bed.

lalala~am bored

Warm blankets tanning in the afternoon sun
Hotcakes with butter and jelly in early morn’
Fitting into a smaller size and matching undies,
A smile from a stranger on a busy street.

Getting a phone call from an overseas pal
Finding a parcel at your doorstep
Not twisting your ankle as you pass a gap
Finding an uncashed cheque in your bag pack

A lost earring found under the dresser
A You’re Welcome from a grouchy grocer
Sleeping in till noon on a lazy Sunday
Warm stew fogging your glasses on a cold winter’s day
A tall glass of lemonade on a sultry summer’s day
Reading a thriller at 3am under sheets on a workday
Watching a feel-good movie on a lousy day

Crying before the telly in comfy PJ’s
Warm tea by your side as you surf the net
Getting an IM from a dear old friend
The shiver of grass tousled by an evening breeze
Freshly laundered soft linen sheets on bare skin
Staring at the evening sky till the lights go dim
A single flower on a patch of green

A tune from the past knocking the present
A melody of the present hoping for the future
It don’t need to have the best,
Nor I need the whole razzmatazz,
Though I do hope that it will last
A simple life is all I ask.

What I Love..

I love cheesy sappy soppy rockish crazy 80's music.

I love surprises.

I love things in packages.

I love cheesy sappy soppy rockish crazy 80's music in surprise packages.

I even more love the one that sent me cheesy sappy soppy rockish crazy 80's music in surprise packages.

Thanks Mainie-ah.

Love ya!!!!

I always lose it and become funny when I set out to be serious. Am serious.

(oooh the start is all so melancholic and qi cham)

The world moves around you, your present seems bleak
And your words hold no weight, your screams squeak,

Car headlights taunt you unkind,
Their accusing lights blinding shine,

The sun wakes every morning against your insistence,
Reminding you daily of your bodily existence.

Leaves dismiss you like you're dead,
Falling absent-mindedly on your head,

(and this is when I start being crazy and end up being funny or unfunny)

You ask for Ketchup at the dining hall
You trip and your roast ends up on the floor

Mother asks you to meet her at a quarter to three,
You forget and you leave her standing alone on the street.

Asking the nearest stranger for a light for a ciggy,
He'll tell you tales of his dead pet gold-fishy

You Left your phone by your pillow one lazy morning
Rummaging you pockets you have many bills not a single penny

Furiously you typed a long arse letter for a raise,
Gingerly you press send and the window freezes in a daze.

Your life seems to be in a mess, your career in suitcase
Decide to resign and your boss gives you a raise.

You take out your laundry from the washing machine,
Paper fluff litter your favourite indigo jeans.

Princess dresses in Chanel looking for a Prince,
She found her love in a junkyard amongst rusty tins.

Waiting for a daughter after giving birth to 5 sons,
She tries the for the last and still got a Willy.

Answering machines leave you reeling in anger,
And you realise you’ve been dialing the wrong number.

It's funny if you think about it,
Life is beautiful isn't it,
It moves on with or without you living it.

One of the greatest puzzles in my life.

One of the greatest puzzles in my life.

“Why can’t I stand Kristen Dunst?”

She’s blonde.
Is a Hollywood star, Earns big bucks, has acted with A-listers.

Was smooched hugged and carried around by Mr Pitt, Mr Cruise.

Was in an apparently acrobatic kiss with Tobey McGuire (I didn't watch Spidey cos of her and according to loads, am missing out on a good movie. I cringed through a lovely Eternal Sunshine on the scenes she appeared.I switched to another channel when Wimbledon was screening on HBO.)

And even for the fact that she was together with Mr Gyllenhaal.(He's better off with Miss Zhang-though she's another one that makes me cringe especially when she speaks English)

But these are not reasons to make me jealous or cringe or “eekiiiish”

And for the life of me, I have no idea why she makes me cringe. I have an intense dislike (its not even a like or dislike) I just find her irksome.

The likes that I would love to put my hands around her and strangle or pull her hair or pinch her face or whatever. Somebody..(I can't remember who)says she reminds them of a blonde Ah-lian.

Should I concur? I dunno. I have no cares really on what diminutive forms she resembles.
I swear UPON MY GRAVE.

I have no reasons for this dislike. I just can’t stand her.

So Mr Eri-que or whoever. Am not trying to convince you guys that am not jealous of her (NO-NO-NADA!!) butthat I SIMPLY HONESTLY can't stand her.

PS: Mr Eri-que. Congrats on the proposal WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
So exciting and happy for you guys but Man i gotta say this.
It was totally predictable dey on your choice of dates.
Tsk can you be more imaginative than that. You're lucky Alice accepted. It was a matter of time anyhow.

A Song of a friend to a friend by a friend

A Song of a friend to a friend by a friend.

I shan’t tell you to dry your tears,
And tell you that everything is gonna be alright.
Am not gonna lie that you’ll be fine,
Cos you’re just gonna take off and fly.
Your eyes are blind and so are mine.

Blood is let and the pale moon turns red.
Dew turns dry and the ill is dead.
Shadows of the fallen rise above the right.
The whispers of the madden resound in your lips,
The touch of the leper feels warm and you keep.
Tales are cast upon your stained face,
Burying the cries of the little heart beats
Love is lost. Love never keeps.

Sing the song my friend,
Of how you threw your dreams into the deep of the air that breathes death,
Of trust hidden under the cloaks of milky maiden’s folly,
Of hate for the love that was never there,
Of love that was granted and left.
Just there.

Stay if you want in gloom and sorrow,
For you know the restless and the unknowing would never follow.
Stay if you want in the pits and fire,
For you know the unfeeling and aimless would circle above.

You’d be alone my friend.
The dark will be darker and the storm that rages angrier.
The light will burn and blind.
You’d cry my friend.

My hands would remain at my side cool to the touch.
Soft and lifeless. Blood and priceless.
Hold if you want to,
But I can’t promise I won’t hide.
I falter. Am weak.
For I am I.