This is where the next 30 years lies - a battle between assets and liability. ;)
Kinda exciting hey. Life's a battle of sorts. At work. At home. It's the outcome of it we are fighting for. At the end of the day, we will have our war medals pinned on our army jackets. We will. The saving grace is the "resting" time in between wars that we're given regardless. A gentle reminder of what we are fighting for, who we are fighting for.

Now to take down a 57 year old numskull.

Omg omg omg omg.
It's end august - the start of september already.
Much has happen. To rejoice or yet remains in the last 5 days. ;)
Made the most expensive purchase in my entire life.
Disgusted at a free riding boss.
Surprise and yet timely visit of 1/2 of a parental unit.

All in all, I had random thoughts.
Thoughts that were nicely penned out in my gratitude journal on my hush-band.
It's not a type error - but hush-band. I've always have my mobile phone on vibrate & silent. Whethe or not I am in a meeting, at home - etc. Which might explain why I do suck at picking up calls =P. So yeah, it's silent - I type secret stuff into my high tech iphone 3gs - ladida - macam got suami like that. One that doesn't talk back and only retaliates once in a while by hanging on me =P.

Perfect relationship we have.

Looking forward to the trip back home in Sept.
I know I've aged a bit this month. Mentally especially. Painful at times but the feeling's great overall.

Another thing to cancel of the 09 list of things to do.. ;)

I promised I won't swear anymore.
My failure to define it allows me to swear in writing still.
Smart move hey? The last week was chaos at work.

We do live in a land of fast food nation.
When I place my order, I want it now. I gave you the money, I'm hungry - I want it now. It's either that or people think that because we get along, we get to jump the queue. Sorry mate, take a number there's only 1 of me. And there's probably only half of my brains.

Hence, I baked up a total storm over the weekend. From cornflake cookies till 2am, to scones, to a pecan pie, to corn fritters - to buying persimmons, cherries, grapes, mandarin, watermelon to homer hudson's the digger ice cream... so it's fruit & food galour!

Ahh - total bliss I tell you.
As long as I don't gain a pound, happy is I.

Funny - the fault another person points out about you is the fault they possess.
Blinded by it and their ability to point it out proves to show they recognise it because it's "part" of them. It annoys me stacks that you think you know me but you don't.And you say it at the top of your lungs that you think you know me but you don't.

It only shuts me up to avoid a in the face blow out.
Hilarious.

I think I'll stick to bejewelled on facebook or whenever I do get my iphone =P
Dumb ass dot com.

I'll go kids camp later and confess =P
It's only 12.08pm - two cups of coffee later and I'm still swearing.
Was wondering why I've been eating like a pig but am losing more weight then I ever did in the last 2 years. If this keeps up, my weight will be equivalent to that when I was like oh 18 years old in the next few months. Highly doubt it's the rowing or the 8kms run round the botanicals.

Maybe the swearing - releasing out the anger and incompetent people "lightens" you up. Humour rocks.

Watched Avenue Q yesterday. Totally fell in love with the puppets and uhm the manman puppeteer of Princeton/Rod. In love with the songs. The manman's biceps were soo ..*cough* hot. =P That and now I can put a face to the name *shin*... ;)

You're coming back.
I can't wait. ;)
Tuesday's are back on again!
*woots.

The girlies and I have been bouncing off emails left right centre since last friday.
Meeting Ollie and Rach today after work, dinner with the girlies, friday night at the gym, sat am rowing, house inspections, dinner & movie with the sisters - before you know it july rolls around the corner.

Has much changed? No.
I still have a docile of a boss, work's still piling, new home will be found, the boy maybe? *winks.
Hoping to squeeze in a trip in sept, trip in nov, down to sg to dandan, parents down in dec/jan, trip in feb, hk/bkk in feb - oh that's already 2010. =P

Far out.

Nothing beats coming to work on a monday morning knowing you were pranked over the weekend. ;)

I is back. A week ago I was leaving.
The wedding was as agonising as I knew it would be. Stab me then.
The one that got away. The worst part was he sent an sms which I received after I turned my mobile back on. So there. What could have been would be something I would never know, but something I will always remember.

At least I saw Dan.
And the shopping.
And the food.
Mummy & Daddy.
Yen & Wernie
;)

What will I do without you on a tuesday night for the next 3 weeks?
Robot bar and 2 soho lemonades and anime.
Hmmmmm.....

I woke up this morning totally disorientated.
Maybe it was the baking of scones at 10.15pm or the fried rice at 10.30pm.
Or maybe it was the reading of Wen Hui's Marrying Buddha. Or maybe it was *cough* limewire *cough*. I had lunch at 10.30am. Going across to Kerre Kerre to get our usual lunch time coffee at 11.28am. I'll be hungry at 3pm. Home to change for a 7.70km run around the botanicals. Making ba chang. Wen Hui's Marrying Buddha again and the night ends.

Squeezing in Robot Bar in between will be such joy.
If it does happen.

I is in love with rowing.
I is in love with dragon boat rowing down at the docklands on a sat morning. You - the docks - the sky - the paddles - the aching muscles - the "biatch" wannabe. Inside joke.

I was caught red handed stealing a cookie from a cookie jar - who me? yes you. couldn't be then who. I digress. Some incidents were meant to happen. No matter how much you try to avoid it. Timely? Maybe.

There are some incidents beyond your control and people want you to do something about it. I ain't taking shit from anybody -not the first day of month end. Ruthless to the end. Fight for your rights and oracle rocks. ;)

On the other hand, two short weeks for me so who am I to complain?
Imposed shopping banned - till friday =P

It's coming ;) It also means the book was in NY. Where I would love to be in Dec. 2010. 2010.2010. Being a hospital staff equals med benefits. Not knowing what's flowing inside of me - I decided to get someone to jab me in the arm and take out 9 test tubes worth of blood. Full scale blood test of every darn thing. *Yahoots. Geeks like Kerri and myself can only compete on the basis of who required the most test tubes. I won. Hands down. Not having my coffee yesterday night because I had to fast for like 10 hours meant I had one heck of a migraine. Swearing comes with the migraine. I don't mean it - but everything's woozy. The nurse reckons I should just draw blood and freeze it since the last time I took a blood test was 20 years ago. The PR wasn't counted because I had to. What - you think I'm a blood sucking vampire? Thirsty - try my blood.

Kelakar sial. Aku suka.
See you chica's next week in kl!

I am itching - too much too little.
Hard love from the weekend.
I am half proud of what I achieved sad to say.
What I saw made me love you more - but yet you are something I may never have.
What I saw made me want you more - but yet you are soo wrong in every way.

Like they say, you always want what you can't have.
Hard love from the weekend.

"Winter Wonderland"

Gotta love winter. Taken at 8.45am with sam-sung & country road scarf loving.

Nearly done for the day.
It passes by rather quickly these days. No doubt answering help desk calls is annoying and I guess nothing beats this nube that could not find where the windows start button is. No, not the power button - the start button.

Plus a pile of other things to do plus constant adhoc reports request.
The GL/Monarch/Report queen is I.

The more there is to do, the more I tend to procrastinate.
Uninvoiced receipt recs will be the one to bite me in the ass.

I was glad I was with you in robot bar watching anime plus my soho lemonade.
I was glad I was with the other you in robot bar watching anime plus my soho lemonade plus your makers mark.
I was glad I was with you and you in robot bar watching anime plus my soho lemonade plus your makers mark plus mackers on lonsdale after for supper.
I was glad I was with you and you in robot bar watching anime plus my soho lemonade plus your makers mark plus mackers on lonsdale after for supper and paying you out about your stick.

Tuesday night rocks.

"Oscar ain't a grouch"

Gotta love oscar. he makes me laugh. he makes me tamal. he gives us sweet. he clears the bin. he cleans the toilet. he's the perfect catch. =P

Super salah gang dot com.
Monday's are super fun with oscar aka mario lookalike.
Tuesday's are hilarious with papa bear jb comes around to visit us little vegemites
Wednesday's are rofls with uncle wayne paying me out with hobbit jokes. Then again it happens nearly every other day
Thursday's is when we check to see sitau mok is still alive.
Friday's the day we pay donna out for staying back late with jj

Why bother with weekend when work's such a hoot

What's the point of answering you when you don't listen?
Yup - pmsing. =P And I should just stop playing bejewelled at 4am.
And I shouldn't have gone out for late night movie with boy of the mo.
And I shouldn't have slept on the bean bag and watch the late night movies on foxtel.
And I shouldn't have started on mum's birthday project thing until tomorrow or something.
And I shouldn't have a cup of coffee at 2am whilst playing bejewelled.

I started the weekend 24 hours too early.
Effs.

"My stronghold"

Can't wait to get home in June - as short as it is, be it for the wedding or not - it's family. All things sugar and spice would be seeing the troops at the wedding. Knowing the bride, it will be a reunion of all sorts. I am *fingers crossed* , the nsp-ians *rofl* is there. Laughing inside my head thinking about it. Booked our flights back to kl in feb 2010. *yahoots*

Currently loving Kate Voegele - It's only life.

" My sanity"

"Under the light"

Isn't it easier to just be friends? I didn't know it was a take it or leave it deal. So you walked away without a goodbye. Didn't you know it was one-sided? Were you blinded? Put it under the light, it may be all clearer - for you. Good luck and farewell.

Nothing beats spending breakie, running in safeway avoiding the someone - and holding your hand. La familia. You rock boo the rat.

" Needle in arm"

Ironically, this was 4 weeks ago and it was a bearable pain in the past. They say once you get one you'll go back for more. True that. Not that I plan to get another one anytime soon, but if I had to, I know what I'll get. A change is coming. It might be painful for now, but like the tatoo - what's 15 mins of pain to a lifetime of beauty & memories?

Go get em tatts I say!

Need soap?

Friday night was great fun.

No doubt. Give me a sledge hammer after that and I'll pound the yahooligans that smashed my side mirror. It's effing costing me AUD$400 to get it fixed. After I paid for my airticket. In hindsight, if I has ESP (not eye sight problem) , I would not have paid for my airticket.

I'm utterly annoyed.

I was annoyed I could not side park properly after that because I had no mirror.

I am annoyed because I have to fork out damage that's not of my fault.

I will be annoyed because I can't save as much this month and my iSaver accounts looks daggy.

Does this give me permission to swear?

An old remedy of wash your mouth with soap might just work today.

All by myself.
The guys are gone for the day - so are my brains. It was basically dead by mid-week anyway. Much to do. On an impulse, I bought an air ticket. What I spent last week would have bought me my air ticket to kl. Weekend's here. Sleep in - a lunch & shopping trip for mummy's things with the sisters. Gotta love that.

Other than that, 6 weeks to kl.
Yet again.
;)

"Words"

"Guarded and Sheilded"

Love being vague.
Love being creatively vague with pictures.
Gotta love the boy.

"Yup, the lonely pie left on the bench. Only wanted when hungry".

Feat: Beef burgundy from Pie in Sky, Mt Dandy

There's more beyond the horizon

Morning sunshines.
The alarm rang at 5.15am - I decided to snuggle back into my clean sheets instead of running in the cold.
Crap. Haven't gone for a run since Saturday.

I am sorry I got annoyed - but hey, you know I love you.

What was once an eatery.

3D. 2 mths after. What more then?

Nites.

Greed in many forms. We tend to squeeze in as much as we can over long weekends. Especially during the easter long weekend. Besides Christmas, this is it. And we lose Anzac day this year - because Saturday is considered a working day for some - so there's no replacement on the Monday. Great.

Why do we do it?
A holiday is a time of rest, rejuvenation and relaxation. Eyebags, lethargic, yawns and layers of foundation does not co-exist on holiday days. But nooo - as we human's tend to maximise whatever time we have for personal enjoyment because (no longer is it the case of no more school, no more books, no more ugly teacher's looks) but what better time to party all night and rest all day to live it up! 2am is considered all night =P . So yes, I think I passed the test. 50% party, 50% rest. Balanced lifestyle.

Balance my foot dot com.
Throw in the age factor, it is a case of I need another long weekend.
Soon.

Happy Easter.

It's not all about Lindt's dark chocolate easter bunny, Baker's delight Mocha Hot cross bun heated up for 15secs in the microwave spread with Nutella, Teddy dressed in duck costume (thanks boss!), big sleep in on friday cos the gang's coming to town or a massive storm of cooking I plan to do. Nup, not really. It's being "mary" for a moment. Just one moment.

sunday night: boy of the mo & friend
monday night: boy of the mo & friends

I replayed Daughtry's Over You 4 times.
Our friendship is soo platonic its lovely.
Simply lovely.

Yes, sarcasm or not?
Go figure

5am. Weird dream.
Weird. The worst part is that I remember it.
Kill me now dot com. It's like my excel calculating at a snail pace.
5% every 1 min. Dragged into a spider's web. Hunted but yet not wanted.

Go figure.

I miss you's.

Loving Whistles.
Now to find the moolah.

It's time for AFRs again.

When it is verbalised - it becomes reality.
And when reality hits - the shit hits the fan.

Had dinner at Trunktown with boy of the mo yesterday. Been there, loved it & went back there. It had the essentials:-

1) Quiet

2) Great food

3) Love the decor

4) Fantastic wine list

They changed the menu - so no quail. I loved the quail. Had the pork terrine. La Vita Buena had better terrine.  

But hey, I love the place anyhoo.

It's closed on Sundays - for church.

Very cool.

Peace to the People

Power to the People!

When age is just a number.
It is a number - but it's not just a number when it comes to late nights.
Far out. So what if I did hit the sack only at 4am on Saturday?
All I did was watch a dvd with boy of the mo at his place after sending ciku off.
And I kinda slept in till about 9am before cooking dinner and all...

Age is not just a number when it comes to the things you want to do and the things you used to do. Age is not just a number when priorities change - from being rather reckless with money to tightening the belt so you can buy the house of your dreams. Age is not just a number when you realise that your friends are wifes & mothers and you are babysitting for them. Age is not just a number when you hit the gym more to combat them cellulites because your metabolic rate slows down as you age. Age is not just a number when reality is more surreal and reachable then dreams. Age is not just a number when you are happy with the one handed number of friends to a clubbing crowd.

I could go on - but if I did, I'll age even more. =P

15 mins of bearable pain to a lifetime of knowing. The more I look at it, the more I love it. It's me. In chinese. My roots, my tradition, my family, my home. It "links" me to my aunt. She's the only one that can write our names in chinese.

That's how banana my family is. Fair enough if other people can write it, but it's not the same. It doesn't have the family feel to it.
No regrets whatsoever. It's worth every penny, every min I gripped on the side of the chair. When the buzzing stopped, I thought he was "refueling"... but he was actually done. The pain came and went. The cling wrap for 24 hours came and went - and you are still here.

Boy of the mo was with lawyer buruk. I missed out on the stories yesterday. Regrets. Lawyer buruk is not really buruk, although I think his mouth can be bit buruk sometimes, but lawyer buruk cracks me up soo soo soo much. The night ended early for them, so I couldn't make it in time before lawyer buruk received a call. At 11pm. Yup, that sort of call.

Far out - see stories wei, stories!

I anticipate long nights from end april - end june. With month end, financial year end and budgets rolling in within the next months. On top of what we do on a daily basis plus plus. Can die dot com. Yes, we have realised more than anything that the new boss is a case of tak haraps. Push paper dot com. I have this thing with ending my sentences with a dot com when appropriate these days. Due to my ignorance, I failed to note that as an accountant, I was a geek.. (typical accountant looks, glasses all - so not la but the typical impression) but as a systems accountant, I am a double geek.com. (see the dot com again!) Computers + accounting.
Great - perhaps I can convince the optometrist that I need glasses. The black rim ones to complete the geek.com image.

I is overjoyed. Hitz.fm is back. Overjoyed. Moots is woots woots. =P Pause free!
Nothing beats the m'sian humour, slangs and traffic reports.

I've been talking to boy of the mo everday.
Emails, phone, text. He's like my best bud now. Like the gay friend every girl wants, only thing is that he's soo not gay and I have to be contented with his male-ego booster stories of girls asking him out. Yes, we have a very one-sided relationship that way. He's offered to help, but I don't trust his taste. And I frown at his play hard to get tactics. Tsk.

I is happy.
48 more hours to tatoo day.

Have resolved to bring the boy out more so this blog will slowly turn into a pictograph blog.

3 more days foo!!
Can't wait for the feel of the needle on the skin.
Once forgotten, never again.

*schweet.

Okay bai.
Need to go close period now.

Have a great weekend y'all!

It's friday - with not much planned for the weekend (sorta), I hope to get some work done so I can formally close this tiny section of my life. And then it's done and dusted.

I am annoyed - I should have just bought the tics and fly back to kl during the easter holidays (hooray to a full time I still have a job). Humbugs, the price went up 24 hours later. Since I'll be left alone this coming hols with the two other stooges away.

I bumped into a dear friend at lunch - one of those you go hey hi whats been happening no real akwardness and given time you could have sat down and talked. He was laid off from his archi firm but he's happy that he now has the opportunity to work for himself. A tough life but one that he enjoys - soo well done bud!

I think I've aged (again ok?) in the last two days - emotionally and in my thoughts. I'm not fond of rash decisions and people that seem to talk and answer questions because "they have too" without any relative thought into it. We had a impromptu meeting the other day and in front of us was a P&C email which required any copies to be burnt. This person had their two cents worth - as in like really two cents worth (which means nothing in AUD after rounding up!) Bukan pasal kita but people's choice of business development methods. Like tolong jangan tekan butang panik.

The three weeks worth of sudden wisdom due to the departure of the great boss fell upon me and I questioned the fact that if so and so wants to do this, they have to be prepared to do this and this and this which may result in this and this and this (remember this is a P&C email that was burnt). So yes, in other words - I am trying to say that I am being very smart. Of course not la - it's just for some reason I find myself "settling down" and which is highly notable when you compare the age gap.

As old and mature the person say they are - the younger and rash the person actually is.
Go figure.

ps: my chinese name peng means peaceful.
finally living up to my name =P

Busted.
I can't remember the last time I was dobbed in because a friend could not say no to telling someone else about something something something.

As a matter of fact, I remember this incident in primary school - tm was giving lp a hell of a time in the canteen and lp just lost her grandfather. I got soo mad, I dished it out big time to tm in front of our other friends. Everyone ended up crying. Funny. Yes, I was brown cow - the great and might defender of class 6B. I loved primary school. Technically, I had an amazing school life. And college life despite the many troubles I got into.

Yesterday was rather memalukan. 'Nuf said.

Boy of the mo cracked me up after I told him of my annoyed feelings. Just annoyed feelings and nothing else. So we're friday the 13th movie marathoning on friday the 13th over a bottle of red and white while he attempts to study. I have warned him that foxtel has minimal ads during movies. Dahla got no time to pee kancheong kancheong all - he wants to study.

After a 7 a day a week out of dinners + late nights + 2 hours of sleep on sat night to get up at 6.15pm to make siew yuk = sexy husky voice. No, alcohol had nothing to do with it. Yet.

I relived the clubbing days on saturday - minus the teeny bopper crowd. Fun times.
Thus far my 1/4 of the year report card of intending to maximise all social activities - B.
Apparently I need to work on my stamina for it. =P

The new old boss cam in today - new but old meaning a full head of white hair and old enough to be my grandpa. I needed to be saved from the meeting as my head reels of what to do next given it's month end. I intend to leave by 5.15pm, given imprest reallocation stuffed me up big time yesterday and I ended up leaving work at 7.15pm. Far out. Hopefully early enough to go get a bottle of Soho.

Wait. This is a noteworthy post. Trust me.
God, I lost my train of thought.

I had to bite my tongue a gazillion and one times today. It's month end. I did not go to the ladies until 6pm yesterday. Yes from the morning I showered to 6pm =P. It's first day of month end. Today's the second day of month end. Stop dragging the meeting any longer that it should be!

I am getting somewhere with this. Really.

See I planned my holidays around work - some plan their work around holidays. Take for example, taking a ado send your auntie off to the airport on the first day of month end, so others will have to pick up the helpdesk calls. There was hardly anytime to breathe and for you to make a comment because we did not have the time to check pb yesterday - just one day & for you to say - we might not check it at all then!

I reckon some people do not really know how to hold back their tongues. Why is it soo hard that things just spew out "unintentionally"? To blame it on age is unfair really. Self-confidence maybe? Selfish? More than likely... it's my point or the highway.. I need to tell you how I feel. the "I"'s have it! Where does the consideration come from?

There should be a self-help book on how to hold your tongue back
1) bite it
2) swalllow it
3) spit your words out on blogs
4) change your facebook status
5) change your msn status
6) write in your dear diary
7) stuff your mouth with food
8) alcohol
9) pierce it so you slur your words and it becomes incomprehensible

bah - enough.

Stuffed with calamari rings.
*Burps.

TGIF.
Like seriously.
I've not sat on the bean bag and veged out in front of foxtel this week.. yet. I've managed to watch the usuals (thank you foxtel iq) , so I'm not complaining. I get to sleep in 20 mins later thanks to the rihanna do.

The new "boss" starts on monday - semi retired manman who's basically a project manager.
The job title's systems manager. Not sure which part was left misunderstood. Great - you can managed the projects for us and prioritise them for us, because everything seems URGENT.

The Fast Food generation.
I want it now, I need it now - and if one's on a powertrip, I demand for it now.
Pooschmoos. Mackers is preparing your burgers on the spot when you order it. So wait for it.
Fast food is not all that fast anymore! Wonder who gave them that idea - freshness on the spot equates healthier!?!??! Like you know less fat absorbs in to the meat la di da.

Service wtih a difference?
Wonders if it's due to the fact that it is not economically effective when you have this certain number of products already and to add more to it, actually decreases your profitability. In the short run maybe, unless further investments made into capital - blahblahblahblahblahblah. That takes time, money, investment first before god knows how long you see the results blahblahblah.
Macroeconomics. External environment factors that humans can't control. Manipulate maybe but the results can be unpredictable. How would have thought the economy would crash?

Sounds like life heh?
Weird way to end a post - but true to the fact.

I am tired happy today.
That's good.

I never felt any smarter that I have in the last two weeks since I started working here. Having to depend on kakilang boss last time for answers was the lazy way. Now I really have to think about the nuts,screws and bolts of the whole system.

The best part is, there's a sitau that wants to chop people up and I'm in on the his secret mission, the current JB and YL systems scoreboard stands at 2-0 which I intend to draw even, better that better him (given his experience and my fish out of the water)

I LOVE MY JOB (still)

I reckon I have better self blog control.
The desire to blab, spill and rant and every situation that gets thrown my way. Pats self on back. It is not that I have nothing to complaint about - there is alway something to complaint about. It just wasn't "substantial" enough. Not as if my entire world collapsed and I got to see Jesus faster. Not that I won't mind that! My mom will be soo jealous.

It took 1 week for the world economy to go into recession.
It took 1 week for towns that had names on maps into a cemetary of memories.
It took 1 week for me to realise that I am no longer who I was 4 years ago.
Quite substantially.

Yup, total social misfit.
Just in comparison to the last 4 years.
Enjoying each day with boy of the mo and the tatoo day is locked in for the 20th March.

Mama, I love you with all my heart - wishing I was there as you celebrate your 94-ish birthday. No matter how you threaten ka che and I with the meat cleaver, the milk opener, the than tui and all that jazz, you still love us nonetheless. You had that tear when I first left  - you still have that tear when I leave now. Nothing tears my heart more than not being with you. 

Never have I been more than grateful that this week's gone by just like that.
As much as it felt like christmas, it was suffocating. Swear words that did not verbalised out vocally but in the brains came like diarhoea in a bad bout of food poisoning. Hence I've managed to maintained my angelic presence at work and not tarnish the name.

So much so that a certain business manager had to excuse himself after saying F@#$ in my presence.

Well done.

Work circumstances changed in the span of 7 days. To me, if things don't work out - no better reason for me to pack and leave. What else is there? It was always my job that is keeping me here in so called home. For whatever reason it is, I am over it and I've packed my bags up mentally. So great, thanks to air asia - I get to go home as often as possible. I have been crowned air asia queen.

For whatever it is, I will attempt to pack up the social life and be one of those anal bloggers that blog entirely what they will be doing on so and so days. As if the world really does want to know - or just self-gratification. Yeah, so I'm out of the next two weeks every other day. Pats self on back. With people.

Till then, the pecks comes back in two weeks.

So the holiday came and went - short * sweet.
Rather painful.

It gets harder each year to part with a country that's deteriorating morally. I hope it's got nothing to do with my acceptance of the moral decay in the society. Or is it the aunty syndrome? You shut one eye, mind your own business and pray to God it doesn't happened to you, whilst you talk about the misfortunes of others while condemning the officials for eating peanuts and enjoying the show. Yes, the aunty sydrome.

The aunty syndrome includes what you initially thought of blogging about only to forget what it was 10 mins later.

Screw =P (whoops, that's not a word one that has the aunty syndrome will use)
I AM HEALED!

Happy days are here to stay.

Karma, the holy trinity, the stars, the moon, the tarts ladida comes and bite you in the ass.

What goes around comes around. Quart of a moon, half moon, three quarter moon and full moon. Seasons come season go. So as much as happy days are here - is it wrong to expect the bad days? Menstrual cycle dot com. 

It's the 2nd week of the new year and I probably swore more in the last two weeks than I did in the entire last year. Not pangsai business all, but four letter words. Maybe it's not the world that's going ape shit at me but me going ape shit at the world. Ohh I said pangsai in english. Bad. 

In the last two weeks, I've been playing games! Like really fun games. Like I reckon everyone's playing it! 

For example:-

1) The tug and  pull game.

To play this game, you will need to be mentally strong, emotionally tough and the ability to kick balls. Literally and physically. To play this game, find a guy within the age group of 24-26 years old and that makes you an instant contestant. You have nothing to lose but maybe part of your sanity and money spent on concealers. But you have everything to gain! A metro guy that's more vain that you or a total tofu that's in touch with his feminine side! No constipation of emotions whatever. On the other hand, you get a *roar man's man. You will feel soo protected you can save the money you intended on karate on clothes! Most likely on him.

2) Eeny Meeny Miney Moe game.

Due to the apparent ratio of 1 guy to 3 girls, guys have the option of stringing up to 3 girls at any one time - hence the eeny meeny miney moe. If you are pretty good with time management and the finances to back you up, you can actually have them on rotation! Only exception, please do try to remember the girl's name. 

3) The I will hold your hand and want to hold your hand even though we are friends game.

The game here is this. The guy will hold your hand, drop  your hand, hold your hand - and yet we are friends only. The exciting part of this game is to try and guess when he will hold your hand and when he will drop you hand, pending on his creativity. Please note that the girl must be self-secure to know that he just likes the challenge of holding your hand. So please refute at all cause and fight the urge to engage yourself in any physical contact. This game might get a little physical. Safety first.

4) Is the prick right?

This game is fairly simple. All you need is for the wrong guys telling you they like you! You have the option of either paying a hefty price for eternal ever lasting love or a broken heart. But hey, all you have to do is stand there and press the buzzer to lock in your answer! No physical activity chasing and humiliation whatsoever.

Woohoo! 

How's that for just the 2nd week of 2009.

Next post, we'll recap the games we played in primary school that we're apparently still playing now! =) That's right toys r us giraffe, we don't really grow up.

xoxo

Shhh. Here's a secret.

Secret: - secrecy or furtiveness is the practice of sharing information among a group of people, which can be as small as one person, while hiding it from all others. That which is kept hidden is known as the secret.

Secrecy is often controversial, depending on the content of the secret, the group or people keeping the secret, and the motivation for secrecy.

Unfortunately, the practice of sharing information among of group of people is WIDESPREAD rather than selective. Either that or the people are not very good in playing coy. What happened to get your news from the original source. Eg: read your bible play everyday. 

When we were young we would snubb secondhand toys, secondhand clothes, secondhand shoes! How about snubbing secondhand news? What's for you to know is for you to know - too much knowledge can kill you. Curiosity kills the cat. Or the mofo. Yeah, I'm getting jiggy with the thangslang.

Gotta go to bed or I'm bound to kill a certain BARNEY tomorrow for slackass journal upload.

Warning: bitchy post

Birds that flock together shit together - or within the same vector. Let's break it down a little bit more. Female birds that flock together probably shit together and verbal vomit together like a herd of cows. 

Point being is this. Let not the opinion of others be that of your own. Girls that talk in their tight little group probably hold the same opinion of maybe that of another person whether good or bad. The Oh yeah, I feel you GF. We're BFFs forever. I classify it as a case of high and mighty yuppiness. Girls that tend to dress the same, shop in the same places, coffees together, very SATC, the sudden urge to fulfill certain life point targets, eg: traveling, GOSSIP. Not that it's wrong but do not place judgement upon others on what was discussed within your inner circle. Other's beef with someone is not your fight to begin with. Moral support and all that crap would only indicate insecurities on your part. The need for others to validate your opinion.  The need to gain approval and the nods of "yes, I think you are right and she's wrong" or to belong in a group. 

Gasp - or the need to belong in a "cool" group.

Would one rather adopt an identity of a cool group - an identity that's shared with gazillion others or one of your own. Maybe that's how a certain style gets the in-fashion certification. Ohh that looks soo cute on you - maybe not necessarily look ohh soo cute on another. But nooo, we hang out in a group, we tend to dress as twins. Doesn't help that we shop in the same places! Let's get demographical. What's hot now is always on every other person. Think of this summer's season. Girls - gladiator sandals, heels, maxi dresses. Guys - those flat bedroom slippers with tight 3/4 quarts. A more than heavy girl/guy set with more than heavy thighs and calves will not suit this summer season's look. But they squeeze and I do mean squeeze themselves in. Is putting a shower stopper on your blood circulation more important?

Yes - all these thoughts from just probably bump ins with a group of people and the lack of acknowledgement from them. Friends now foe? Not that I need a 1 hour conversation - just a simple hi. What's hiding in the closet?

Why did I make the same mistake again 3 days into the new year?

Like seriously - as if I did not learn the last time. And I thought I could have started the new year anew. Not that I'm upset it happened. It was fun. But the after effect of it was painful. Raw. As if the scab was peeled and the wound bleeds.

What if I ran out of bandaids?

Why is it soo hard?