'cos i am a bee-o-ach... yeah... fuck me... why don't u :)

psycho says i'm a bee-o-ach :D cos i was gonna blog about her.

see, she told me to fucking blog already, but she herself 'tiada inspirasi'. bitch. cibai. WANKER!

also cos she ppk me for mooncake festival. we were supposed to go out together. all of us. she had to fucking go to the fucking plant at fucking night-time for her fucking fucktard of a fuckwitted company on fucking mid-autum fucking festival. what the fuck.... FUCK!!! bitch. cibai. WANKER!

then yesterday she got back home from work at fucking 5am this morning.... what the fuck!

and she's been meaning to quit for YEARS. i tell yooouuuuuuu.... Fucking Quit Already THEN. haihhh.... she's no sucker when it comes to men (well, not really, but better than me) but she's a fucked up sucker when it comes to work :(

bimbotic bitch comes in and asks her to do something which she's done already (with witnesses) and she's left frustrated and speechless. when she told me, yeah i was so pissed off on her behalf, i told her: why dont u tell her: 'would you like a press conference the next time you're here, ma'am?'

yeah, i learnt to be sarcastically bitchy without being downright insulting in my years doing customer service. when i quit my job at THE STUPIDEST MEDICAL CENTRE this side of malaysia, and the ortho surgeon asked me why i was leaving, i told him: well, it appears there are irreconcilable differences in terms of opinion, ethics and practices with the upper management. he was floored for a several seconds there. :P then he smiled and said: well.... good luck to you, wherever you're going. :) he was the nicest looking thing in that fucked-up place, though. and he was mighty nice, too.

anyway, back to my psychotic friend. was talking to another mutual friend who's in the north now, and well, like all girls, we reminisce about things past, and mutual friends. she was saying something about her putting on weight, i was telling her about some dieting according to blood type which my big boss practices, and several friends did as well, which caused one of them to drop like 18kgs in 3-4 months? hmmm.... and i was telling her about how i cant be doing the 'eat once a day diet', cos i'd frigging go crazy. this girl's gotta eat like every 4 hours. or my hands will shake, i'd start getting miiiggghhhhttttyyyyyy pissy, and then when the migraine sets in, that's it. u're fucking screwed if u're in the line of fire.

so J says: ya ya ya... i must eat too
and i said: i can't be like (psychobitch) eat only once a day... how she can go 24 hours without food is beyond me....
J: omg.. ya... she's crazy... summore she so thin liao.
me: ya loh...
J: tell her she needs a healthier diet, and to eat more. else later her boobs also gone, then she know...

*cue both of us laughing really hard*

why? cos the girl got lovely tits. and i say this in a totally non-lesbo way. it's big. and she's chinese. which is kinda rare. oh, did i say big? i meant fairly damn huge. :P

btw, she knows i'm blogging about her. i gave her fair warning. see, i don't backstab ppl. what's the point when u can stab them when they're watching? :P i rather do the frontstabbing.... in fact...

*text messaging at 6++pm*

me: J and i were discussing u today on msgr. she says u gotta change ur eating habits, or eat more, else u'd be losing ur tits..
P: OOOOIIIIIII!!!!!!!!! BABIIIII!!!!!!!!!
me: btw, we is gonna have another 'kutuk u' session tmr. yes?? u know we laps u :P
P: WTF??!! Oi!! I demand 2 b represented by a defense. I will not be subjected to a trial w/o fair representation!
me: it's not a fair trial... hence the word 'kutuk' :D awww... u know we laps u :P
P: Fuck u bitches...
me: *muaxxx*
P: Grah!! *sigh

hehehe... yep... that's a NORMAL conversation, btw. if we don't insult each other, we feel like something's not right :)

and yeah, she knows i'm blogging about her... i'm fully expecting her to flame me right back. cos she said so :P

ok, on to other stuff.

1) i just got my namecard! FINALLY! :P it says 'consultant'. MUAHAHAHAHA!!!! i was definitely tickled. no handphone number. good. :P

2) planning another tipsy girls' night out when the girl comes back from japan :D yay... somehow we seem to party harder when boys aren't around... odd :P long island tea, bling, lots of suggestive dancing, fuck-me-heels... THAT frame of mind... yep! gonna be a good night. it's all in the company and the music.

3) LOL. J reminisced about the days when she hadn't gotten married, and we were all still in university. how we were supposed to go for dinner at finnegan's but ended up staying for the clubbing.... and we were all in t-shirts while everyone else was in bling... and i ended up tabletop dancing... in my SPIDEY t-shirt... cos there was a really hot woman there who danced like she was a pole-dancer, and she dragged me up there. while she crawled around the table wiggling her assets. hotdamn! yeah, i remember :) good times, those :) those were the times when i still thought everything was possible.

4) i had nothing better to do :P so i went on blogthings... yeah, i still have a weakness for quizzes :D

How You Are In Love

You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time. You give and take equally in relationships. You need your space and privacy. You don't like to be smothered. You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change. You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.

How Are You In Love?

uggghhhh... it's the last part of that that i wanna change.... but i guess something so ingrained, well.... i guess i'll just have to take me as i am.

enjoy :P

Chink BOYS

went out for dinner with the 'took my own leave' psycho, but we both ended up with another of my friends (and her friends) for the whole night.

we had jolly good fun. dancing, drinking increasingly alcoholic drinks (Stan the Man calls it 'foreplay until you reach the real thing'-cheeky bastard).

and had great fun alternatively flirting, and shocking the boys :D yesh, one of them was Bachelor no. 32. apparently my friend knows him in person. he's so young, and rather shy, which makes shocking him absolutely hilarious. especially when he starts sputtering cos he's trying to salvage his 'cool-ness'. it was terribly cute.

it was really fun. maybe because none of them are chinks.

i give up on chink boys.

see, psycho (as usual, being the ah beng magnet) had a bunch of chink boys trying to pick her up.

picture this scenario:

a bunch of losers, dressed in work clothes, in a hiphop club scene, cruising along the bar trying desperately to look cool and rich, sipping WINE (wtf?) watching some really naughty dancing. checks out the jap-looking girl with nicely huge tits doing her thing on the dance floor with her girlfriends. she goes to the bar to talk to her other friend, and grab an ice cube to wet her parched throat. her friends follow.

having watched her half the night, chink boys try 'languidly' to come up to her. the oldest of them, and maybe the richest, points out to the better-looking one of them (if tallish, scary-white, bespectacled, and longish-haired be called good-looking), saying that he's really interested in her and would like to know her name.

her friend watches with increasing disbelief on her face, thinking:
OOOOO u're SOOOOO in for it, boy.

1) if u see a chink girl dancing with a bunch of machas/ bhais... u better have a REALLY good pick up line, and the confidence/ charm/ self-deprecating humour (at least) to pull it off. cos trust me, darker-skinned people are confident. darker-skinned people are cool-er and are more fun to club with than you.

2) that girl there is an elitist snob, you've no idea what you've gotten into.

3) have the balls to approach her yourself, else she'd crush you.

4) she's hot. she knows she's hot. and what makes you think you can send your lame-o wingman over with some lame-o excuse and expect her, or her friend to start giggling in lust and hand over everything (name, IC no., mobile no., vital stats, address, etc.)? she's a woman. she ain't no girly girl you can twist around your lil finger.

5) you're so fucked :P

her friend was right. she exchanged one look with her friend, then said: who wants my name? that one ar? why don't he ask me himself? ok, ask him to dance first, then i'll give him my name... OOOOO....

her friend laughed out loud. as the guy sputterred and gave some more lame excuse, both watched the tallish guy skunk to one corner and move away, mouthing "snob". well, waddya expect? as she gave his friend her name, he came back bringing his other guy friend and approached her friend.

her friend thinks: WRONG move, boy. have you never learnt about John Nash? or watched "A Beautiful Mind"? No girl likes to be second best. and having watched her friend embarrass you, what makes you think she'd give a loser like you the time of evening?

her friend gave him her name, then promptly ignored him and went off to dance. yes, so cruel. who fuck cares? he THINKS he's hot. both women KNOW they're hot.

so what if they're barristers?

take out a whole wad of cash to buy yourself and your friends a drink. what, no wallet? what, you think we'll change our minds about u? how pathetic.

chink men seriously need to grow some balls. chink mothers need to pamper their sons a bit less. stop taking themselves too seriously.

it's really pathetic to take half a night to develop half a COLLECTIVE ball in the first place, even more pathetic to try to show yourself off as rich, and even more so to think you can use one girl against another. they did the dirty dancing together. what makes you think you're so hot you'd make one change her mind about another? when she ignored you in the first place. terribly S.A.D.

granted there are precious few rarities among chink men. the common denominator in chink men like these are that, a) they have a different upbringing and/ or have friends of different races. b) they have been overseas and back.

now these are few and far in between. perhaps because they all decided to STAY overseas, and marry a non-chink girl (if they're lucky).

Chink boys think that the hot chink girls go out with other races cos they're richer, cool-er, or have a larger and longer dong. well, maybe. but the main reason is because they treat girls (at least when dating) better. and they are more charming. and more self-deprecating. and they have BALLS. not the size of the dong, darling. it's the size of the BALLS (figuratively speaking) that counts.

yes, i'm an elitist snob. yes, i'm mean to my own race. unfortunately, it's true. gonad-less, spine-less worms are a terribly pathetic bore. especially when they think they're so hot, they treat you like you're less human then they are, and expect you to worship them just because they have a penis. how'd u expect me to breed with a lesser creature who thinks he's better than me, mom?

slow day and my thoughts

slow day and my thoughts

I'm sleepy. Stayed out quite late two nights in a row.

Spent Valentine's at Nirwana's chatting till almost two 'cos we were on an interesting topic, and we forgot the time.

I found that my thought processes are so much more masculine/ cold/ practical/ different then most of my female peers at this stage. And yet it saves me a lot more heartache than if I didn't think that way. The problem is always when I allow someone to cross from one compartment where I've placed them to another.

Yumchar yesterday and talked nonsense till late. :D Nice, but I had trouble waking up this morning. Tried another route to work today. Slightly faster, i.e. can have a bit more of my precious sleep :)

Bought two flowy, loosely-fitting, slinky, 3/4-sleeved, geometrically-patterned cotton dresses yesterday. And a pair of cotton pants that are so comfy :) Why is it that I always end up spending money when I'm unhappy? And frustrated? And alone? I've been binge-ing on chocolate as well. Sighs.

Not that the dresses aren't lovely. They are. But but but... I wanna buy new bra and knickers. And lingerie. And shoes. I need to throw out a lot of my old ones and buy a pair that I can use everyday and that can last. Dammit. I need money for that. I don't need two pair of dresses that make me look and feel very sexy, but which I might not be using as often.

I hate the feeling of losing control. Especially of giving in to temptation. There's a word for it. It's called L-U-S-T. The purchase of those dresses is the embodiment of lust in its purest form: I want. I get.

I is a very bad gurl....