Today on the way to work, Mix fm was having a discussion about the other woman. They invited callers who were actually in that situation to share their feelings.
Now I've always disapproved of men cheating on their partners. They can say that they were drunk and the girl threw herself on him. Whatever. If you know that you can't drink and stay faithful, then don't fucking drink in the first place. No excuses are acceptable.
But anyway, there was this caller who said that she's been in a relationship with a married man for 2 years. 2 whole fucking years.
She said she thought that he really loves her. That he treats her nicely. That his wife mistreats him, that's why he needs to seek solace elsewhere.
*claps right palm against left fist*
What utter bullshit. The classic line: "My wife isn't good to me. She doesn't know me very well. She doesn't understand me. She doesn't treat me as good as you do."
Hello, it's called counselling. If that don't work, it's called a DIVORCE.
That being said, I know married men who keep a woman on the sidelines. Thing is, no matter how 'badly' their wives mistreat them, they still never leave her. I don't buy the bad treatment in the first place, so I guess it's just a male instinct to plant their seeds wherever they can. Some men are more developed than others, so they can resist this instinct. Others just want to expand their herd. The whole have the cake and eat it thing.
And these other women, they are so fucking stupid. Men will never leave their wives for you! It happens, but only what, 1 out of 20 cases in which the man will actually get a divorce? My advice to you dimwits: Get a man of your own. Sharing isn't caring in this case. Quit being such a whore. He treats you like a queen, says he loves you and only you, gets you gifts and shares his worries with you. But you know what? At the end of the day, when he has to go back to his wife and kids, you still sleep alone at night.
I don't pity dumb pussy.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
I was driving back from lunch today, when I had to stop at the traffic lights. When the light turned green, this big black pretty heavily tinted SangYong next to me suddenly cut into my lane without even signalling. This irritated me some, so I honked him. I guess he wasn't too happy about it, this puny Myvi giving him a honk, so he stepped on the breaks and purposely slowed down whilst I was behind him. This irritated me somemore, so I honked him again and cut into the other lane. He swerved into my lane again and slowed down even more.
I lost my marbles at that second.
I knew he was looking at the rearview mirror because I could see the bobbing shadow of his head, so I gave him several claps and a very big thumbs up sign. One good thing about heavily tinted cars is that they can give me the finger all they want but I won't be able to see it. The only way for me to see it is for them to wind down the window, but I guess it would be too troublesome then. So yes, tinting your car is good when you want to dig your nose without the rest of the world seeing you doing it, but not good when you want to give someone the finger.
After that, Mr Supermassive Ego took the turning to the right whilst I took the turning to the left.
So boys and girls, driving a tinted Korean 4-wheel drive does not make you god of the roads. If I'm not mistaken, the number plate was PHD29. But I could be. So if you know someone with that number plate, but isn't driving a chapelak Korean car (like me), do apologize on my behalf.
I lost my marbles at that second.
I knew he was looking at the rearview mirror because I could see the bobbing shadow of his head, so I gave him several claps and a very big thumbs up sign. One good thing about heavily tinted cars is that they can give me the finger all they want but I won't be able to see it. The only way for me to see it is for them to wind down the window, but I guess it would be too troublesome then. So yes, tinting your car is good when you want to dig your nose without the rest of the world seeing you doing it, but not good when you want to give someone the finger.
After that, Mr Supermassive Ego took the turning to the right whilst I took the turning to the left.
So boys and girls, driving a tinted Korean 4-wheel drive does not make you god of the roads. If I'm not mistaken, the number plate was PHD29. But I could be. So if you know someone with that number plate, but isn't driving a chapelak Korean car (like me), do apologize on my behalf.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Me and my greed
I'm very greedy when it comes to food. Ask anyone. I eat a lot when the food is good.
I correct myself. I eat a lot of rice when the dishes are good. I can go up to 3 bowls, and my highest achievement was 5 bowls back in secondary school. The food was very good.
So yeah, I tend to overeat. When I'm in the mood, I can stuff myself with crisps, fruits, chocolates, biscuits. Thing is, my digestive system is getting lousier by the year. Too much of something tends to give me the runs. Today I had 2 packets of instant miso soup (just 2!!) and that gave me a hell of of a run. I have a feeling that I will need to go to the toilet for the fourth time today after I post this, so I'll make it quick.
Conclusion: I'm not going to cut down on my seasonal overeating, especially at work, because my office has clean toilets.
I correct myself. I eat a lot of rice when the dishes are good. I can go up to 3 bowls, and my highest achievement was 5 bowls back in secondary school. The food was very good.
So yeah, I tend to overeat. When I'm in the mood, I can stuff myself with crisps, fruits, chocolates, biscuits. Thing is, my digestive system is getting lousier by the year. Too much of something tends to give me the runs. Today I had 2 packets of instant miso soup (just 2!!) and that gave me a hell of of a run. I have a feeling that I will need to go to the toilet for the fourth time today after I post this, so I'll make it quick.
Conclusion: I'm not going to cut down on my seasonal overeating, especially at work, because my office has clean toilets.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Something brainless happened in the office this morning.
I was going to the pantry. There was a woman in my path coming my way, so I stepped to the left. She stepped to her right. We ended up in each other's paths again. So I stepped to my right, and she stepped to her left. Holy cow. Still in each other's paths, I stepped to my left, thinking 'This is fucking retarded.' She stepped to her right and voila, I'm still fuckin' vis-a-vis with her. This happened till we started doing the cha-cha-cha.
Actually after some more idiotic side stepping, we just ended up being nose to nose to each other, when I finally stood still and let her inch past me.
In retrospect, it was funny. If she had been Dave Grohl I'd just of covered myself in the nastiest glue you can find and walked right into him. Alas, she wasn't, so all we did was a impromptu version of the cha-cha-cha.
Next time something like that happens, I'm just gonna fart a huge one and let her do the side-stepping.
I was going to the pantry. There was a woman in my path coming my way, so I stepped to the left. She stepped to her right. We ended up in each other's paths again. So I stepped to my right, and she stepped to her left. Holy cow. Still in each other's paths, I stepped to my left, thinking 'This is fucking retarded.' She stepped to her right and voila, I'm still fuckin' vis-a-vis with her. This happened till we started doing the cha-cha-cha.
Actually after some more idiotic side stepping, we just ended up being nose to nose to each other, when I finally stood still and let her inch past me.
In retrospect, it was funny. If she had been Dave Grohl I'd just of covered myself in the nastiest glue you can find and walked right into him. Alas, she wasn't, so all we did was a impromptu version of the cha-cha-cha.
Next time something like that happens, I'm just gonna fart a huge one and let her do the side-stepping.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Blast from the past
This was taken from my old blog. Looking back, I was a bit of an angry and jaded person.
I still laugh too loud and wear flip flops though. Some things never change I guess.
Boy was it a crazy 21.
Three years from now.
Friday, August 18th, 2006Let me predict my future. Three years from now. It’d be the year of the Ox again. I’ll be 24, graduated, old, penniless and probably single (being optimistic) .. If things go as planned, I’ll be in Kay-el, trying to make a living through writing. Preferably creative writing, but a writer’s gotta whore herself sometimes. By jove, I might even end up working for some beauty magazine. Or even become a teacher, god forbid. But let’s stick to idealistic dreams, shall we. A freelance writer. Maybe have a little weekly column. Too ambitious. A bi-weekly column. Publish a short story or two in some obscure short story compilation. Write a script and get it produced.
I don’t know what else. Would I still be able to hang out with the same friends? Highly impossible, isn’t it. This blog, by then, would probably have been abandoned some time back. Friendster would be defunct, just like ICQ. This laptop that I’m typing on would surely have become shit-fodder.
Would I look back and think, man, my 21st was crazy. What the hell was I thinking? Would I remember all those people I loved and lost, would I remember them with the same fervour as I do now? Would I fester and rot in those memories or would they have, as is natural with me, gone with the next train? I’m so full of contradictions, it pains me. It really does.
Three years isn’t very long, but boy is it unimaginable, to an extent. People would have come and gone and come again and gone back to wherever people go. But I’ll still be around. Look me up, you’ll find me. If you still know who I am, that is. You go, ‘Yeah, that crazy girl who laughs too loud and wears flip flops and has incorrigible habits. What’s her name again? What is her goddamned name again?’
From http://crazyfrog.blog.friendster.com/
I still laugh too loud and wear flip flops though. Some things never change I guess.
Boy was it a crazy 21.
On exes.
Since the previous post was about an ex, I'll just continue my train of thought.
Some exes are total assholes. They spread rumours about you. Call you names. Shit like that. They are also known as the Poonani ex.
Some exes are half assholes. After breaking up, they just want to get in your pants again when his next girl just isn't that good enough in bed. They still talk to you nicely, play on your heartstrings, say they still have feelings for you, but you know exactly what it is that they want. They are also known as the Sexual Predator ex.
Some exes are nice assholes. They randomly chat with you to check if you're living in tremendous hell because you broke it off with them. They are also known as the Ulterior Motive ex.
Some exes aren't assholes at all. After breaking up, they leave you alone, smile and say hi when they bump into you, but relatively keep their distance. They are known as the Outer Limits ex.
Some exes are really nice people. After breaking up, you're still great friends with them. Unfortunately, none of my exes really want to have anything to do with me, except for ***. However, he's classified under the Sexual Predator ex, and I should keep my distance. Therefore, I'll call these nice exes the Non-Existant ex.
Some exes are total assholes. They spread rumours about you. Call you names. Shit like that. They are also known as the Poonani ex.
Some exes are half assholes. After breaking up, they just want to get in your pants again when his next girl just isn't that good enough in bed. They still talk to you nicely, play on your heartstrings, say they still have feelings for you, but you know exactly what it is that they want. They are also known as the Sexual Predator ex.
Some exes are nice assholes. They randomly chat with you to check if you're living in tremendous hell because you broke it off with them. They are also known as the Ulterior Motive ex.
Some exes aren't assholes at all. After breaking up, they leave you alone, smile and say hi when they bump into you, but relatively keep their distance. They are known as the Outer Limits ex.
Some exes are really nice people. After breaking up, you're still great friends with them. Unfortunately, none of my exes really want to have anything to do with me, except for ***. However, he's classified under the Sexual Predator ex, and I should keep my distance. Therefore, I'll call these nice exes the Non-Existant ex.
I got this from a cousin on Facebook:
"What if my ex says..." What would I answer in return?!!
So I decided to do it based on one of my exes I dislike.
1. What if my ex says "Why did you let me go?"
Coz you're fat and ugly and I was bored and myopic.
2. What if my ex says "I still love you..."
You can start a fan club.
3. What if my ex says "When did we last talk?"
That day, when you saw me with another guy.
4. What if my ex says "Will you go out with me?"
My eyesight's better now thank you.
5. What if my ex says "Do you still love me?"
Your butt had stretch marks. Are they still there?
6. What if my ex says "I cannot keep my promise to you"
Coming from you, it's nothing new.
7. What if my ex says "My friends say we don't look good together"
Like I said, you're fat and ugly. Even a llama looks better next to you.
Note: I apologize to all llama lovers out there. Llamas are incredible creatures. They spit.
8. What if my ex says "You have changed!"
Really, Einstein?
9. What if my ex says "Can we get back together?"
The day you take a gulp of my fart in your mouth and swallow it. The thought of your bulging mouth might soften my heart.
10. What if my ex says "Oh, I know what this is all about. You found someone else."
Actually, I did.
11. What if my ex says "Don't you realize? You are the one who hurt me!"
Fine then, start a hate club.
12. What if my ex says "How can you forget our memories?"
You weren't that memorable.
13. What if my ex says "I will always love you"
My dog lays eggs.
14. What if my ex says "Would you die for our love?"
Ima put a restraining order on you, mang.
15. What if my ex says "You jump, I jump...Remember?"
Oh you can go ahead and jump all you want. In a straight jacket. Behind padded cells. Careful, now.
16. What if my ex says "Kiss me to break the curse if I sleep for a hundred years"
Sweet dreams!
17. What if my ex says "What's the difference between me and you?"
I'm the person who shits. You're the shit coming out of my arse.
18. What if my ex says "I saw you last night with your boyfriend."
Why didn't you say hi?
19. What if my ex says "Without me, your life wouldn't be complete"
Eh don't so thick-skinned can or not you whore?
20. What if my ex says "Why are you doing this to me!"
Because I can, bitch.
"What if my ex says..." What would I answer in return?!!
So I decided to do it based on one of my exes I dislike.
1. What if my ex says "Why did you let me go?"
Coz you're fat and ugly and I was bored and myopic.
2. What if my ex says "I still love you..."
You can start a fan club.
3. What if my ex says "When did we last talk?"
That day, when you saw me with another guy.
4. What if my ex says "Will you go out with me?"
My eyesight's better now thank you.
5. What if my ex says "Do you still love me?"
Your butt had stretch marks. Are they still there?
6. What if my ex says "I cannot keep my promise to you"
Coming from you, it's nothing new.
7. What if my ex says "My friends say we don't look good together"
Like I said, you're fat and ugly. Even a llama looks better next to you.
Note: I apologize to all llama lovers out there. Llamas are incredible creatures. They spit.
8. What if my ex says "You have changed!"
Really, Einstein?
9. What if my ex says "Can we get back together?"
The day you take a gulp of my fart in your mouth and swallow it. The thought of your bulging mouth might soften my heart.
10. What if my ex says "Oh, I know what this is all about. You found someone else."
Actually, I did.
11. What if my ex says "Don't you realize? You are the one who hurt me!"
Fine then, start a hate club.
12. What if my ex says "How can you forget our memories?"
You weren't that memorable.
13. What if my ex says "I will always love you"
My dog lays eggs.
14. What if my ex says "Would you die for our love?"
Ima put a restraining order on you, mang.
15. What if my ex says "You jump, I jump...Remember?"
Oh you can go ahead and jump all you want. In a straight jacket. Behind padded cells. Careful, now.
16. What if my ex says "Kiss me to break the curse if I sleep for a hundred years"
Sweet dreams!
17. What if my ex says "What's the difference between me and you?"
I'm the person who shits. You're the shit coming out of my arse.
18. What if my ex says "I saw you last night with your boyfriend."
Why didn't you say hi?
19. What if my ex says "Without me, your life wouldn't be complete"
Eh don't so thick-skinned can or not you whore?
20. What if my ex says "Why are you doing this to me!"
Because I can, bitch.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Yea I know I haven't blogged in some time. So here are some recaps:
Samui was a blast. It's one of those pieces of rugged paradise on earth. Also, Singha beer is really fucking good.
Watching Discovery Channel the other day, I found out that there's a coffee company in the States called Alterra Coffee. There's also a clothes-altering shop in KL called Z-Altera or something like that.
I think I'm handling long-distance well enough. However, it does feel like I'm single again. It's like I'm slowly discovering who I was before. I'm not sure if it's good or it's bad.
To end this miserable recap, nothing life-changing has occured within the past month or so. Which leads me to a thought I had:
Why the term 'seize the moment?' Some people do crazy shit because they say you only live once. I agree with that because reincarnation and heaven and all those life-after-death theories have not been proven yet. So why not try drugs? You only live once after all. Or why not kill somebody? Rape? Mutilate yourself?
Every moment alive, no matter how fucked up it is, is to be treasured somewhat. You don't got to be doing something extraordinary. Driving home from work, I looked at the display clock and it read 17:23, and I thought that I'll never relive Wednesday 29 July 2009, at 17:23 ever again. Should I have been sky-diving or something? Nah, I just wanted to fetch my mom and get home to my 4-month old puppy. It gets boring sometimes, doing the same thing over and over again, but it's never entirely the same.
So next time you think life is meaningless, or next time you think what you're doing is insanely boring, or when you're driving, or when you're taking a dump, or even when you're having the time of your life, try this: think that it won't happen exactly the same again, and perhaps be glad that the shit's gonna be different tomorrow (at least), or be sad that the moment has passed.
Samui was a blast. It's one of those pieces of rugged paradise on earth. Also, Singha beer is really fucking good.
Watching Discovery Channel the other day, I found out that there's a coffee company in the States called Alterra Coffee. There's also a clothes-altering shop in KL called Z-Altera or something like that.
I think I'm handling long-distance well enough. However, it does feel like I'm single again. It's like I'm slowly discovering who I was before. I'm not sure if it's good or it's bad.
To end this miserable recap, nothing life-changing has occured within the past month or so. Which leads me to a thought I had:
Why the term 'seize the moment?' Some people do crazy shit because they say you only live once. I agree with that because reincarnation and heaven and all those life-after-death theories have not been proven yet. So why not try drugs? You only live once after all. Or why not kill somebody? Rape? Mutilate yourself?
Every moment alive, no matter how fucked up it is, is to be treasured somewhat. You don't got to be doing something extraordinary. Driving home from work, I looked at the display clock and it read 17:23, and I thought that I'll never relive Wednesday 29 July 2009, at 17:23 ever again. Should I have been sky-diving or something? Nah, I just wanted to fetch my mom and get home to my 4-month old puppy. It gets boring sometimes, doing the same thing over and over again, but it's never entirely the same.
So next time you think life is meaningless, or next time you think what you're doing is insanely boring, or when you're driving, or when you're taking a dump, or even when you're having the time of your life, try this: think that it won't happen exactly the same again, and perhaps be glad that the shit's gonna be different tomorrow (at least), or be sad that the moment has passed.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Not letting this die yet...
//malicious laughter
Closet Singaporean. Bleh. So here's my reply which The Star didn't publish. Guess it got old. Heh.
I hope this isn't getting old. I refer to the letter 'Say, it will be nice if we aren't proud of Manglish.' I beg to defer, I know of Malays and Indians who use these slang terms of 'lah,' 'mie,' 'ler,' etc. Being Malaysian, I naturally have friends of different races. We all speak in the same way. Matter of fact, I think that 'lah' originates from Malay. I don't know who the writer has been speaking to, but if he were to go out to a mamak stall where your average young adult hangs out at, I think that he'd hear people of all walks and races speaking Manglish.
Again, I beg to defer. These terms are not a sign of being lazy. They add colour to the language. If the writer wants an example of laziness, how about the word 'ain't.' It's a combination of 'is not,' and it's widely accepted all over the world. How about the English 'innit,' which means 'isn't it.' Are these terms okay? Since the writer is in England, I wonder what he thinks of the cockney accent? Does cockney reflect Londoners as lazy and, well, confusing? I doubt it.
As for his Singaporean experience, I am glad for him that he got to hear Singaporean children speaking in perfect, impeccable English, and I regret to hear that Singaporeans are losing their Singlish. Phua Chu Kang was definitely funnier when he was speaking Singlish.
Also, I don't think that our children will have any difficulties learning proper English. As long as our English teachers continue teaching the language correctly, I think that children will grow up being able to discern when to speak Manglish and when to speak proper English.
To end it, I think that Manglish reflects on us as a bunch of creative, colourful people who know the language well enough to add jargons of our own. English is after all a second language to us. I'm appaled by the writer for implying that we Malaysians are lazy and lack morals for speaking Manglish. To the Malaysian reading this: Do you think you're any less a person for speaking Manglish?
Well there ain't nothin' to be gettin' your panties in a twist about, dawg. Yo, since Manglish sucks so much, I'ma gonna use Blackglish.
God that sounded horrible in my head.
So yeah, there's been some little debate going on about Manglish being a deteriorant to Malaysians. Here are some links:
This was the icing that made my piss freeze:
Closet Singaporean. Bleh. So here's my reply which The Star didn't publish. Guess it got old. Heh.I hope this isn't getting old. I refer to the letter 'Say, it will be nice if we aren't proud of Manglish.' I beg to defer, I know of Malays and Indians who use these slang terms of 'lah,' 'mie,' 'ler,' etc. Being Malaysian, I naturally have friends of different races. We all speak in the same way. Matter of fact, I think that 'lah' originates from Malay. I don't know who the writer has been speaking to, but if he were to go out to a mamak stall where your average young adult hangs out at, I think that he'd hear people of all walks and races speaking Manglish.
Again, I beg to defer. These terms are not a sign of being lazy. They add colour to the language. If the writer wants an example of laziness, how about the word 'ain't.' It's a combination of 'is not,' and it's widely accepted all over the world. How about the English 'innit,' which means 'isn't it.' Are these terms okay? Since the writer is in England, I wonder what he thinks of the cockney accent? Does cockney reflect Londoners as lazy and, well, confusing? I doubt it.
As for his Singaporean experience, I am glad for him that he got to hear Singaporean children speaking in perfect, impeccable English, and I regret to hear that Singaporeans are losing their Singlish. Phua Chu Kang was definitely funnier when he was speaking Singlish.
Also, I don't think that our children will have any difficulties learning proper English. As long as our English teachers continue teaching the language correctly, I think that children will grow up being able to discern when to speak Manglish and when to speak proper English.
To end it, I think that Manglish reflects on us as a bunch of creative, colourful people who know the language well enough to add jargons of our own. English is after all a second language to us. I'm appaled by the writer for implying that we Malaysians are lazy and lack morals for speaking Manglish. To the Malaysian reading this: Do you think you're any less a person for speaking Manglish?
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