When You Wake Up

Sometimes alot of us try very hard to be the perfect epitome of what we wanted those around us to see.
So we talk like a boss
We smirk like a succesful business person securing a great deal
We give opinion like a prime minister
We make decision like we are the grandmaster from Lord of the Ring

Little did we know
From another corner of the table
They may perceive you on another perspective you never knew
You talk like an aged diva with no essence
Your wry smile reminds others that you are as crude as the nosy neughbour next door who steals the neighbourhood sandals
Your opinion does not matter, because no one will be convinced that your house can be a temple
Your decision making skills is so scarce that the smell of a fart makes a bigger impact

To tell you that you sucks is to tell the mirror that it is dirty
To not to tell you anything is most probably a catalyst to enlarge the ego tumor in you
To laugh at you is like laughing at a sore loser who have yet to know how sore is the wound on the feet

I feel for you my friend..
I feel..
When you have learnt that life is more than what you perceive it is according to your egoistic opinion
Perhaps then you can knock on my door and say Hi :)

totally irrelevant but Hi!! 

Only That?

A Tesco is just a Tesco.
How different can one Tesco be from another Tesco? They literally carry the same freaking groceries!
And even have the same format of parking!
Fine! And I drove another extra 13 niles to another Tesco with the same parking format, same brands of groceries and most probably the equal amount of screaming kids strolling with ignorant parents who prefer to let their kids loose, running and SCREAMING! *like a dog*

I HATE KIDS!! And I HATE PEOPLE / CROWD / PEOPLE WHO STROLL SLOOOWLY

And I cannot believe it! That I have to drive almost 26 miles inclusive of wrong turning just to get to a similar Tesco to get : tissue paper, a bottle of fabric softener, 2 cheap bras and legging for mum and a tiny pack of rice. WHY!!!!!!!!!!! All the way  and that is all!!! (&*&^$##()

Thank you Ma, you did a great job in 9Gag ...

Like a Lallang

Facts of life are sometimes pretty tough to digest.

Which could explain why most of the time we are covered with ego labelled as confidence We are confident much that what have been decided in this mind is correct and shall not undergo any scrutinisation of any other second or third party.

They call this the instruction of the heart.

We do sometimes question ourself if it is right or not because what is in front seems a bit peculiar to digest. But our heart says it is the right path. And those darn self help books always say to 'follow your heart'.

If I were to follow my heart, by now I most probably am jobless and having difficulty to get online. I would have to sell off my car and commute out of this freaking flat via smelly public transportation. 

Perhaps I won't be jobless. There should be some RM1200 a month kind of job as a barista in Starbucks if I am ever willing. I don't think I would want to borrow money. Because most probably I won't be able to pay back. 

Instead I did not follow my heart. I have to go against it and brave out in this concrete valley. Where what you say and what you wear does matter. It is not that bad after all. Some soreness of putting on fake smile. Aching of back due to extensive girdle wearing. It is all OK. Torturing it is, but is fine. Because I have bow down to the needs of the society. But I can take it so far. Because they reward me with notes that have values that pays for a living.

If I were to follow my heart, by now I could also most probably be having 3 kids by the name of Siu Ling, Siu Ming and Siu Koon or some sort. Living in some under-developed land somewhere North and having difficulty to raise 3 kids because milk ain't free. I am also most probably more fluent in Hokkien than in English. Afterall, who needs English in some old town that is only famous for some stupid savoury mee.

Instead I opted to go my own path without the hassle of a lesser competitive other-half. Because I knew it. I am Beyonce the concrete woman who wants a lil' glory and achievement in life. And not worry about when will Dumex will increase price of milk powder. I want to go far. Because I need a living. And I need to reclaim some dignity in the society. OK la.. I just want to be famous at least.

If I were to follow my heart, I would have un-friend so many people in Facebook that intrudes my freedom to camwhore and to speak my mind in a more bold manner. But that would mean I would most probably have 10 'friends' left. Instead I politely leave the rest of the 399 'friends' around. Just so some of them can make their own life miserable by having grudges on what I display, what I say. But I still get your attention and your visits to my blogs. Thank you.

Sometimes I wish I can be opinionated and have such random debates with much content ;

Unfortunately I don't know how to. It could only means that ;

- I am a simple person who don't think much than I need to in my life

- I am not deep in thought and unable to analyse a lot of things (not surprised because i only want to be famous most of the time, without thinking how)

- I have no clue at all on the direction I want in life (this is scary)

Perhaps this concludes why I always hope that the world will end. And all of us will die at the same time. Because I seriously do not want to die and go to hell with no friends.

Dying together should be less painful. Because you just die without much time to regret about what have not been doing. After all you are going to meet the rest of those people you have met while you were alive anyway. So that is just like going down to another level but ina group. I am OK with it. 

See how I am so simple in thoughts? 

I never question why am I a Buddhist. Perhaps I don't really care and I prefer to just accept it willingly. And perhaps make use of it. To have something, someone, some statues to ask for help when sales target are not met. Yeah, I am just that simple. Again I do not question if the asking for help works. Perhaps I shouldn't even analyse. Because I am still in the same job. Perhaps my cry for help does work. That's all and I shall not further analyse. Because I won't know how to and where do I start to ponder. 

Let me swing back my topic to what is intended - the heart and mind. (Darn! By now I have again forgotten what have I wanted to say earlier....)

I would like to believe that I am a heartless person. Or my ability to have some hearty judgement have been simmered with the greed of the world and later pasteurised into parts of my mind to form a lackadaisical output of action. In another word, I am simply not bothered / bland / neutral. While not forgetting I need to sustain a living and will have to go along with what the society have percepted us to be.

Wait... I think I may have sounded like a lallang..... with not much direction despite knowing my origin..

Oh gosh.. when will the world end?

I am like a broken garuda - who sways when the wind comes ;(

tomorrow I will use a toothpick to poke this annoying rashes or sort on my arms.. hmmph

Foodcourt

I have almost always failed to be excited going to a food court.

It's such boring place with dirty seats.

So many Chinese uncles and ah-boys who do not eat properly.

Food seems always over-oily.

Those disposable cutleries are simply irritating.

Perhaps that could be a reason why people cannot eat properly.

Whatever it is, I hate food court.

It's not cheap. It's not fun. 

Sellers keep talking in languages that I can't decipher.

Mee, meehoon or kuay teow in a different language 

That made me stood 10 seconds dumbfounded.

I swear I thought she asked me if I wanted pork

And I retorted - 'meehoon'

Shadows are created around you when you attempt to spoon out your food slowly.

The auntie with the entire 7 family members stood still behind you,

Harping on your leisurely attempt to finish up your meal fast fast fast

Oh how I despise foodcourt.

But I will still come again next week..

Do I have a choice?..

When Gadgets Beats the Minyak Angin

Sometimes we are so engrossed in wanting to pamper ourself. Wanting to reward ourself. Giving reason that we deserve to get those little luxury in life just because we worked hard non-stop for the  past week. 

For the past 3 weeks, there have been so many justifiable reason on why I need these. 

A Samsung galaxy Tab

which I have no idea what it does. I seriously thought it is a phone. But it seems too big to be one -__-

But I also desperately need a new laptop. Perhaps I don't need one yet. Perhaps it is this juxtaposed impression forcefully created by the idyllic mind that I need some material worthy item to quench the material thirst. My Dell Inspiron is still running good as at now. Despite having many of the keypads out of prints and out of place.

Dell Vostro 

I have been thinking that the common appointment to meet new clients would be a better session if I can go with an Ipad instead of a 60 pages photocopied in color profile, which more often than not,I have to risk  giving it away as people seemed too impressed with the catalgous not to ask for a copy ;)
An Ipad would save me the trouble from having to comb bind a set each time I have to see potential clients.

Ipad 2 

It is at this moment I am looking at all avenues to earn the extra stash of moolah to get these splurge. I don't know. I really do think that I deserve to reward myself with at least one of it. And I made a self promise to make good of it. Like, write more review post, do more quotes to increase sales, camwhore better so people can come to a pretty blog with nice pictures ;)

Well, yeah.. I have a stash of cash in the bank. And I don't think I will die if I spend it on one. Or two item for the fact.

But when I look at Ma, with a Counterpain tube in her hand, reading at instructions, my impulse to self-reward vanishes. 

I forgot. I really have forgotten. 

To always be grateful. And to be contented.

With whatever that I already have. 

I almost lost myself again. And again. And yet again.. to temptations.

Yes, I do deserve a lot of things that I do not posses. And I think Ma deserves a lot of things too.

And so does everyone else. Who deserves a better life. But life is never that smooth sailing for everyone.

While it  doesn't hurt my ass to fork a couple of thousand on gadgets that most probably will not affect my current state of life, it's hurting to know that I actually have a lurking mind to have a toy when  I have neglected Ma's need. OK, maybe I have not neglected (it sounds really bad), but I can't justify anymore reason to splurge on personal needs.

It is sad to see Ma only uses the basic stuff in life. Basic spectacles, dentist only when it's gotten too serious a tooth pain, basic traditional ointment and such.

And it is equally sad when the anneh have to wash cars for RM5 per car from 9.30pm onwards till midnite. Where most probably his stupid son is somewhere in Jinjang area planning fights. 

And it is a pain to see illegal car washer from India who have to share a RM8 wages from a car washed among 4 people. And they seem to wear the same clothing everyday.

And more often than not, I lost appetitie when in queue to buy mix rice, where the lowly paid lorry driver had a big mountain of rice with lots of gravy and and a single dish.

And here I am wishing for this electronic gadget which most probably can feed the lorry driver 3 months worth of nasi briyani, the car washer some decent attire, and proper meal too perhaps. 

I feel bad. Really bad. 

I will not wish further and more than what I have..

For now that is..

I Am Officially ..

tired..
.
.
.
what were you thinking? ;)

The entire week was so full to the brim with loads of sorting and ironing and more sorting and in between pondering of what to do with fucking lazy staff who went absent with no notice.. I hope they vanish and save me the hassle of issuing show cause letters and confronting their issues with their inner self..

so scary to find the office in such un-neat situation!!

yes, the week was so scary shit busy that I am home after 2am most of the time. And I think it is taking a toll on my face with the droopy eyes syndrome attacking and the ga-zits-lion intruding the already-not-so-flawless complexion. And this permanent body ache...due to lack of sleep is scary! I walked like an old woman now ;(
(u know, with legs wide apart and strutting slowly while holding hips in case of any skeletal dislocation that may occur). Oh what pain! All for the sake of some sales...

There are currently 4 blisters in my mouth and seriously it's not due to constant swearing and bad-mouthing..

It's 9.30pm and still in client's office..  ;(

Hours and hours of sorting and stock checking in my Aldo heels please... 

So freaking busy with so much activities and appointments and more ironing and packing, yet still not losing and pounds.. wtf...

So not my style to have spastic pictures with no ooze of hotness, but yeah this is a freaking spastic week for me..

How's yours?

I Am A Phailed Manager

:(
Yes, I think I am.
Those people couldn't stop facebooking during office hour and I am seriously considering blocking the application.
I do not know how else do I handle slugs who refused to budge from the sinking cushion of the office chair. And keep Facebooking. I think I am beginning to hate Facebook.
I do not know how to to make people understand that they need to make sales and not make friends online with no return of investment.
I do not know how else to look eye to eye with those who just do not get why do I seldom talk about work and nothing else when I am in the office. Because I need sales.
I cannot concentrate talking to slugs while trying not to think how else and where else do I get my sales.
I am a sinking manager. I need sales. I need to manage. And I think I need a breather or so.
I think I will bring some liquour to work and drench myself with a cup of Milo mixed with Vodka.

Where do I start?
Where do I rectify myself from?
I need sales.
I need to get the jackets done.
I need to study the god damn measurement..
I need sales
I need to think of ways to pacify slugs in hope they can get their own sales.
I need sales myself too.
I need to think of ways to draft contracts so that no one else benefits but us.
I need to plan what to sell, what to bring, what to display..
And I desperately need sales.
Oh wait... I got sales,
But I need more sales
And I need to manage only ONE slug
But I failed..

Now...
and Now..
Here I am sitting here
In this dirty room with a thousand strands of my hair
And utility bills stacked under the leg rest of  my chair
And 8 more items pending review in YourShoppingKaki
Another 159 emails to post items in Pasar Night
With dirty linen hung on the old chair where I laid my ass
I am writing a Handbook of  Managing Retail Services and measuring KPI

It felt good to have to shed some tears
In this dirty room
While d riving
In the office washroom
But..
But I realised...
Things are the same once crying is complete..
I still need sales
Slugs are still as heavy as they are
And I still need to deal with life..
And no money in pocket...

Life...
As positive as I try to be..
Kill me the moment you have the time ..
Because I am a phailed manager...

BUSY

busy busy busy busy .... 

this is my life on a daily basis. I am on the run. from sales, suppliers and clients.

I am a multi tasker. I can eat - drive - talk on speaker phone and strap phone to seat belt - steer the steering with my thigh - snap picture. 

My Sundays are now used for extended nap till 1pm =(  

I can't find the determination to go walk the hills anymore. At the moment. How am I gonna brave the Stan Chart Run this year?  =(

Bought outfits that I can't fit online =(

Beginning to feel sick of my daily black working attire

Some stupid bird hanging out at my room's window. I am scared of animals... eekk..

I am more scared with sales figure I felt panicky everytime I get asked to go into boss's room

let me rephrase - I felt like dying instantly

Have been staying back a lot in office after work and eat leftover food in the office. whatever that comes across and edible.

there's more work for the production artist, whihc is a good sign, but sales still not good enough =(

did i tell u I felt like dying?

people are telling me to maintain a healthy lifestyle. I do sometimes try. The first pack of vege I bought for year 2010. which I tried and dunk into some tapau-ed and turned soggy after 3 hours noodle. it didn't taste like a dish anyway..

I just need to sell more of these to meet my sales target. Mind to help me?

I do work hard for it and provide u with the best customer service. I can give u a kiss as a token of appreciation -o-

I am constantly stuck in between traffic congestion, arguments and guilt

Once I got myself stuck in between 2 parking bays too :(

I always make it a point to go attend some bazaars and hope to come out with review in YourShoppingKaki in order to keep sanity and grammar at a controlled level =P. And I also almost always make it a point to buy things out of sheer /pure  impulse and mind of blankness/ delirious. Now I would like to re-sell this.

Do not be fooled by my thulan-sien-frumpy look. I am born with it. I can't smile all the time. People may think I try to flirt. But in general I am quite nice. I think..

It's been awhile I get to do this. I don't think I will get to do this anytime near =(

I need the attention. 

How's your day?

Want to Eat Mandarin orange?

my ass got printed in leopard prints =D

My first one - from Cotton On

Now I know why the college girls are making a hoo-haa of these. Just like when I was 18, and the rest of us were crazy about items from Esprit, Padini or even Giordano. And Green Day and those alternative bands.  =D  When I was told before this that Cotton On is some affordable Australian brand, I told myself I must go and get something! Anything will do, so I can proclaim I know the hottest brand around town. But. But. It's just another Giordano wannabe. With more of the latest college girls' fad like 2 toned dresses, floral dresses, bodycon panel skirts and ala priced below RM50. 

And while I was browing, there are girls who is already wearing Cotton On skirts, and are in the queue to buy more!  Which is not something I dare to do. Don't fancy having a photocopy of something and go back to the same location only to be identified that I have the same stuff on the shelf and I am buying more cus it's RM49 for one but buy another one and its half the price (damn! Now everyone knows I am a cheapo)

Weaved top - F.O.S

Leopard skirt - Cotton On

I figured I've been using my blog site as a medium to complain and rant about my miserable life. Not very good if I want to be considered as potential to write ads and be turned into someone to watch out for in 2010 or something like that. I reckon it's time again for a 'renovation' and leave the misery to those who threw it to me.

Takkan kerana nila setitik, rosak susu sebelanga. Tadah je setitik tu dan susu boleh di minum dah :D

GOT BOOBIES?

cus it's Deepavali and boobies are needed to ensure a nice sillhoutte when wearing saree blouse... bah...
Been a while, been so long since I ever wanted to drop anything in here.. Yah, i found a new hobby to dispose all my time on :)

The only time i ever wanted to drop in a post is when i am utterly frustrated, stressed and feeling like wanting to commit suicide. No good. No good. I guess it's time I opt for a re-vamp of content and make this an educational blog to talk about what I do and the greatness in what I do. Instead of what I hate, what I cant stand, what I REALLY hate, who I hope dead. But if i were to continue that rambles in anger, I only have so much to talk about.. -__- like everyone that is hated will just end up being dead.. and nothing further to elaborate.

And so yeah.. I am now in trangression ( does the word exist?) to talk about something else. But don't think it's wise to talk about myself cus I don't really have anything to boast about. The only thing I look forward to is hoping one day I will have enough of a boob to showcase to the world!! without having to appear with a bra cup bigger than the boob. But I know at THIS age, and growing would have been put on a halt. FULL CUP STOP.

No way would it be able to grow anymore to the desired shape and size which would allow me to wear a plunging maxi without a bra bigger than the boobs.. =(
At this age, the only thing that may have quite high possibility to grow on your boobs would most probably be those stubbles of toxins. Which can easily stress the poop out of every woman. U know.. those things.. with an array of terms u can call it - tumor, stones, cancerous cell, piece of malignant cell or whatever to your liking.
By the way, refraining from sex won't stop you by having breast cancer. So u can still enjoy that work out on bed =)  I guess it's just a case of random hits and maybe genetics too. If it's a random hit, maybe God loved you more =)  if it's genetic .. then I guess besides the constant sms to God faith in your religion that help to build a firm you, a healthy lifestyle too helps.

And that regular check-up for women is not THAT expensive to make it a yearly 'to-do' thing. Otherwise, get a pamphlet from the friendly neighbourhood clinic on self inspection and do it in the comfort of your own room. Before shower or before that session of tantric sex with your partner =P
Unfortunately the society is a bunch of lallang who thinks it's embarassing to go for essentials like pap-smear or breast check-up. The doctors won't lose a penny not doin the check-up for you. The nurse too won't lose her salary not seeing your boobs. But you may lose a boob.. or two if u think it's embarassing and prefer to brush off the issues by saying u have a set of healthy boobs without proper inspection.. So, who is at the losing end? U lor..

http://alicewonders.com/gotboobies/act.php#BOOBICON

I want to have the boobies at the bottom left - the brown boobs with red nipple.. what's your flava?

And so that is my musing for the day.. about boobs- which I like but don't have that much to show off in real life... I hope to at least win a pursehook from AliceWonders.com with my humble lil ramblings? (Gosh I am soo humble.. i only need a pursehook!! =D)

 i would like to end my post with an image of a boob, but then I think it will be deemed a lewd post =S  so no boobsie picture !!  =P


(any statement made, shall anyone find to be harsh, is not mean as a form of insult. The writer is a firm believer that one must always look at things in and out, good and bad, positively and negatively and be able to accept that this is just how the world operates.. not always to your favour, but there is still hope for all)

The Day When I Decides To Buck Up

sick of pondering

The KL Marathon is in few days time..

The company's financial year's accounts is closing in a couple of weeks time..

Designs database is depleting..

Sales is sooooo sparse!!!

Clients' response is soooo slow....

Sooo much money spent on sampling!!!

So much time pondering on what to write in the reports....

And i am still stuck here ... randomly flossing my teeth while hoping for things to fall from the sky...
It's not like I have never given it a thought all this while wen the Wagemaster rants and rants about efficiency.. I swear I did.. but implementation never do materialise..

I dunno why... maybe it was the spirit. The spirit that siphoned out all my radiating power of kineticism to do anything..

But not this time anymore!!!

Think it has come to a point where it's a ' either do or die' thing ..

Yah, for the last time I am telling myself to buck up and perform!!

I really do think I can do it. But somehow I do not know why did I not do it in the first place.

I reckon if i still do not put a foot forward i will never be able to perform a constructive self evaluation of my horsepower in manning my scope of work..

It's time for me to really channel back all my energy which have dispersed so long to streams unidentified. Back to work.

I love my job. I think I can do better. I just do not get it why I get blood rush before sleeping making vows to perform better the day after. When the day comes, I flunked :(

And nothing seems to be done..

Hmmmpphhhh...
Constant pondering and no action made is gonna make a lifeless me...
i need to do something..
i really need to do something..
what has been said is true... i really need to buck up..
it's not really that hard actually...
nothing too emotional to get it done...
And buck up I will!!! We'll see!!

no more messy desk... SOON!

Now, good nite... need to get some sleep and suck in some kinetic power... gotta move the darn freaking-omg-kanina-out-of-the-world-vagina-dropping Ikea sofa sets (x 2 ) upstairs to the gallery *___________*

babai..

That Long Post Not to be Wasted :)

Probably shouldn't even be posting this crap out.. But there times that I so crave attention that I need some cheap publicity!! :P

Some may think I may be depressed and got myself tangled in some complicated relationship after reading.. anyway, it was half written and have been in the draft storage for a while, with no readers.

but this is my blog and I do not see any reason why am I not allowed any mode of posting as long as I can live with people's bitching after that..

Like I always believe, life is just some running episodes like Friends, Desperate Housewives and Betty.. There are episodes and episodes... like it or not.. it just keep running.. and aren't u glad it's still running? Cus if it stops, most probably you will be 6 feet underground, all soiled and all important organs donated to some renal failure victims..

So yeah, I am a very transparent person... but it doesn't mean I am gonna go all out and tell you in details of my life from having Palmolive shower lotion for bath to having nipple stickers for a nite out in clubbing... but I am all OK in sharing my lame episodes in life that evokes a lil bit of emotion, sometimes happy and sometimes sad, but most of the time angry...

A written statement allows one to really analyse their acts..it's like getting feedback from another party, but the other party is in fact the writer him/ her self!! Get it? No?

Sometimes we have a lot of things in mind... we keep thinkign and thinking and the thinking process never stop. And you keep having lots of stuff stemming out of your thoughts.. You get more confused and nothings seems rational anymore.. So, I chose to write it down.. Just like writing essay for A levels.. :) When one writes an essay, one needs a title.. So when u have a title, u segregated all your confused thoughts and only focuses on issues related to the title. As you write, you are drawing a better pictures of the entire scenario..and TADA!!! some confusion just got clearer and POOF!!!! you may even be able to come out with a solution to it!!!.. Like what happened to me :)

If I did not clear my sms-inbox, I would have been able to set up a whole archive of your sweet notes :)

But there are just too many of them and I am using a cheap phone with limited storage. But i still have the first, the last and many in betweens that I deem important to keep and re-read once a while when I can't sleep. Wait.. most of the time I can sleep.. Just make it a point to read to have a peaceful sleep :D

One of your very first text on our very first nite out :)

No kiss, no sex, no hugs. Just merely great company.

Lakeside Terrace - the least interesting movie we opted for a first nite out. I survived.
Psst... I don't watch movies. I never accept invites to movies. But I enjoy your company watching crap movies :) which doesn't make sense. But i supposed it's the company.

I enjoy Pink Panther tho. Cos u seem to enjoy it so much :)

Pink Panther was the last we watched and got ourself 'caught'. :)

Slumdog Millionaire was supposed to be the next date. Unfortunately things gone the other way.. :(

Text message system - used to be the important mode of communication between me and boss. I am used to have overflow of text messages from boss giving out instruction. Now things are clearer in office and instruction via sms lessened. But I soooooo look forward to 10pm and above on daily basis whenever u are in town. Cos I also know you will leave some almost typical daily question for me to answer ;

YES :)

YES :)

Gosh.. if only I can archive all.. :)

Ya, there isn't much constructive conversation.. but who need constructive statement? We are not in some financial forum :) Nevertheless, it's an enjoyable process to go thru as a daily ritual :)
It has become like some sort of 'checking-on-u-to-see-if-u-r-still-alive' thing that we do. or U do.
Keeps me sane.
Of course there are times when there will be more than a question and a YES. We do talk !

Your cynical humor :)

I love long distance too. sometimes. Temporary long distance since you travel so much more than a mosquito. Temporary long distance that keep people apart makes them feel more attached and much more sensitive to feelings.

From Siam Reap with much emotion :)

I hate it when tresspasser trespass the time and decides to text me at hours when I am awaiting for your text.. The beeping of the mobile gives me blood rush... yes, im very kan cheong :D

stop sms-ing me!!!

From Singapore after a Merlot :P

stop sms-ing me!!!

I don't really need bushes of flowers. Nor do I need the fattening chocolate. I am all fine with your company. It was a great company provided. I am all fine walking under the hot sun despite some minor rants.. I am all fine sitting on the fine sand, doing nothing.

NOW??

What am I up to now?? Seriously missing you :(

As usual, what can I possibly do? Nope. Nothing. I spent all my time doing nothing.

But then.. I got to realise that maybe, maybe (tho i hope NOT) these are all illusions created by me. Maybe. Maybe you never wanted to be in this situation. YOu have your dream to see the world before the world see you 5 feet under.

YES :)

Seriously, I am confused to what was the question. But I would hope that the question was ;

"ARE WE BEING EXCLUSIVE NOW?"

If so, then it's a YES YES YES, please. Thank you very much.

I am still trying to figure out if you have ever asked me any other question like ;

- do u like dogs?

- shall we have pancakes and ice creams?

- can u get naked in front of me?

- can u drive me around to do my chores?

I can't recall at all -__- ...............................................................................

:D

Ahahahha.... See? When u take note of your life.. you can really see how silly you can be..

I saw how silly I was.. :)

But let bygones be bygones....

I actually had a continuation to the post. maybe I'll do it another round when I really have nothing much to do...

:) FYI, things were no longer that rosy as what you can see in the post.. It has gotten so.. sien, mundane, fucked up bland as time goes..

I guess that is human nature... people are sometimes ...... fuckin shitty ... I dunno how to even describe... All I can say is it really does take 2 hand to clap.. but when you get to know that your hands are merely needed just to assist in the clap and nothing else, do not be despair..

Look on the bright side... You have just created another brilliant episode in your life and time to move on to a new episode tomorrow :)

Ahh... tomorrow is another bright day!! hmm.. what should I wear? The plunging neckline or the skydiving super high slit skirt? what about both??

oohh...... I think I saw a macho hunk passing by... * pulls blouse lower*

See ya all later !!!!

* pulls blouse more lower *

Complexity of a Complicated Concubine :P

I never do get it why would people announce to the whole wide world on their complex relatonship status on Facebook or Friendster by making it a point to make a statement that they are in a COMPLICATED kinda relationship.

If you are a girl and u put that on your status, what would you expect a single guy to do? If i am the guy who would like to know more about you or maybe even pitch you out of your misery, are you gonna allow that to happen? Since you already made a declaration that you are in a rut of complication.

Or.. or maybe you are telling the public 'don't play play' with you cus you are so undecisive with the relationship that is goin on with your life. Literally you are soo screwed up..

If you are a guy in a complicated mode, then shame on you! It really sums up to one reason - you are a coward in disguise. A womaniser will never put the'COmplicated' mode. It will jepoardise his market share to be in such complexity.. See? It's apparent that the one left to put such status must be those who are left in the dark to lurk around attached ladies and hoping they will get the bouquet to her hand.

I view relationship merely as an episode in someone's life that comes and go.. i mean of course if it stays eternally that would be a wish granted for most love-hopefuls. But things are never always beds of roses :)

There are stumbles and pot holes.. Some are lucky to have a smooth ride. While some keep stumbling to the point that they do not see the feasibility to continue the journey.. hence they turn to monosexual people... yeah, sometimes your best friend of the same gender understand you better than the jerk who tries to meddle your emotion.. hence the jump-over to a monolythic relationship..

Many are clueless to what happens to me.. Boss always think I am depressed over relationship hence not able to focus on my work.. Nah, Im not..

Yeah, there are jerks (i mean bumps, not the person kinda jerk) in that particular segment of life.. but I don't think it's wise to be a weakling and forever claim to be in a complicated kinda situation.. sometimes things are best solved earlier to make way for a better path ahead!! :)

Maybe I am self consoling over this lame post.. maybe I am plotting something too.. but I bet for me to be sober over such issue is new to those who know me :P

Yeah, I am kinda good in sealing these kinda issue to the back of my face.. But really, when it's time to work, it never really zap across my mind, so is during the time when I am busy entertaining the frolics of friends around.. I supposed this kinda issues is never a top 10 in my priority in life.

But I vow to untangle the whole complication!!!

Actually it's not that complicated.. I just gotta say it .. in another post :D