Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
My love for my dust bunny.
there are many things that I wish I hadn't said or done. There are also several other things that I wished I had done or said. I feel deep remourse and guilt each time I look at you and realise that I haven't really completely played my role as your counterpart all these while.
You have stood by me steadfastly (sounds like some damn national anthem, or my old school pledge), and never failed to give me useless reasonings to make me see through it all - however you know I'd never listen to anyone except me.
The other day, one of our friends gave me a little quiz, and it concluded that the horse standing outside the window staring in seems to be the perfect description. My mate will always be staring in. As much as it is true, it is not only limited to you. Even my closest blood relations (eg family) are always staring in. I find it too uncomfortable to share my deepest and darkest fears, or anyhow, my thoughts or anything to anyone, because no one will understand me. They will either give me hell for my thoughts, or condemn me. I have to solve this shit man. No one can help me. There is no one that my inner conscience will listen to, and this all leads to some self destruction spiral. It is not that I am neglecting you or moving away from you. You are the closest that I've been to, you know more things about me than my family.
Sometimes I regret not being romantically inclined to you, or show you how a deadbeat romantic I am. I fear that if I gave out too much of my heart, I'd be hurt again, like the last time I gave my heart away. It was torn to shreds and thank goodness you came along and slowly patched it back. Yet there will always be this little distance that I will keep. My heart cannot take another blow. I blame that cibaifucker for breaking my heart, and I know I should not punish you for his actions, but, still, I am scared.
I live in fear everyday that if someone saw my true colours, they'll never love me. The ugly truth is that I can't even love myself, for I don't see anything good in me to love. I am neither sexy nor selfless. I can't even make a home properly. I can't seem to stop berating myself. I am Senorita Negativo. There are several things that I could list for you to reconsider your other options. Yet I am glad that you're here (probably because I have the nicest titties around HAHAHAHAHAHA).
You'll probably never read this emo post, but my other kpoh friends and relatives will read it and start questioning me about it. Read the next sentence and all be revealed that I have gone sparkly mad.
I love you, my little fluffy dust bunny sitting quietly at the corner of my dirty room.
Muahs.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Hello Kitty China Phone.
Everything was Hello Kitty this and Hello Kitty that. Even my damn passwords were hellokitty.
So after that I sorta grew up and grew out of that phase.
BUT FREAKING HELL,
I think I'm in the pink phase now. Everything I buy is in pink
WTF IS WRONG WITH ME?
And I totally fell in love with this today :
WTF MAN........................... HELLO KITTY PHONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I must have them.
I think my paycheck should be out soon.
There goes all my money.
And I just got back from HK!
I don't care how frigging stupid it is to spend it on a HELLOKITTY PHONE OK!
I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!
I do know several people who are already trying to talk me outta getting it. HEeeee.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Canto Manto
Man, my cantonese blood is finally kicking in!
I still speak like a tool tho! ;p
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Thai Life Insurance Commercials
DAMN YOUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!
My imaginary wedding (gowns & bouquets)
Its not as if I have someone who's gonna pop that bloody question anytime soon, so might as well imagine and pretend that I WILL be getting married soon ok. Just for this 5 minutes. Just bear with me okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
Gowns:
ok lah, I'm a plus size, so no point imagining or pretneding that I'll definitely slim down by then. The chances of me marrying a man requesting me to slim down just cause he likes it is even lower than how low I can go on the limbo stick. So there, no point looking at those dresses that OBVIOUSLY do not fit a fat girl.
There, admit your flaws, and approach all the other possibilities!
Wedding dresses of course must have a long train at the back, if not, why buy/rent a wedding dress when you can simply wear one evening gown?!
I am pretty traditional when it comes to wedding gowns and I know, I know, I'm not pure, so there's no point really, wearing a white gown since I'm already *tainted* (don't laugh, so are you!). But white really is nice, HOWEVER. Fat chicks shouldnt wear white for the most obvious reason : IT MAKES YOU BLOODY FAT OK.
So get colours like cream, pastel yellow, green, blue etc etc. Anything that is soft and it will soften your flabs. Harsh white is a big NO NO. No matter how traditional you are, and keep insisting on white, you must remember - the wedding pictures will be there FOREVER. Your next few generations will continuously mock and laugh at you in your hideous gown man. You are suppose to look your happiest and prettiest, not the tartiest.
Damn damn cantik..
Flower Bouquets (read as boo-kays)
What is the purpose of the flower bouquets you might ask. Or perhaps your inquisitory sensory gland has malfunctioned, I shall give you the possible reasons that I've come up with.
a) so that you wont look stupid with your hands being flee-flayyy on your sides.
b) so you can calm yourself down by squeezing tightly onto it.
c) so you can use it to hit the groom at the alter because you found out that he slept with your best friend.
d) so you can look poised.
See, enough right?
Monday, September 14, 2009
RIP Patrick Swayze
Firstly, I want to thank you for giving me the false hope that there is love even after death. I even harped on that idea that a man can love you even after he's dead. But the fact is, there is no such thing. I have come to realise that Forever is only a word. I don't blame you though, it was only a movie. But it was a good movie though. It made me teared and cursed why my then-bf wasn't as romantic or as loving as you were. You caused pretty much tensions between us. But it was fine. I FORGIVE YOU cause Ghost was a bloody hell damn good movie.
Secondly, you also gave alot of women false hopes in your movie, Dirty Dancing. That men can be so suave and women that can gyrate that way. Oh well, still another movie! But it was good man.
It is our great loss to lose a great actor like you, when they could have taken other lousy stupid shit actors like Will Ferrell, Collin Farrell and Hannah Montana.
You will be deeply missed.
Love,
Your super chained melody.
Friday, September 11, 2009
big nose
Is it due to gaining weight that my nose gets bigger? Perhaps.
I like it though. My ex was right. I do have a button nose. I just didn't realise it till now!
HAH!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
DIY Paper Roses
These are by far the most beautiful roses that I've ever received.
They take alot of effort to do, and is inexpensive (you know how stingy i am) and the they don't die after a week.
Very economical and a way to show your girl that you really love her (and also to forgive him).
When I'm getting married, the guy better have 999 of these kind of paper roses ready for me when he proposes. If not, no deal! (SO UNREASONABLE RIGHT????)
I am amazed how a guy can actually do it, and it just proves that when you have the will, you'll have the way to do it.
Good job. Now I only forgive you 1/9%
You have 88 more roses to go.
GAMBATTE!
hwahwahwahwahwahwahwahwahw
*evil laughter*
Boyzone - Better
The Boyzone's version is pretty smacking as well... :)
Tom Baxter - Better
This song makes me weak at the knees I swear. Perhaps it's just how hot the singer is, or simply that his song makes perfect sense.
Our love has changed,
It’s not the same,
And the only way to say it
Is say it .. it’s better.
I can’t concede,
This way I feel,
For all the time we spent, together,
Forever .. just gets better.
See what I’m trying to say is:
You make things .. better
And no matter what the day is,
With you here .. it’s better.
I’ll stand by you,
If you stand by me.
I think time that I, reveal it,
‘Coz I believe it
It’s better
See what I’m trying to say is:
You make things .. better
And no matter what the day is,
With you here .. it’s better
Ooh the more I .. talk .. to .. you
The more in love with
E .. vry .. thing .. you .. do
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
See what I’m trying to say is:
You make things .. better
And no matter what the day is,
With you here .. it’s better
Our love has changed
It’s not the same
And the only way to say it
Is say it .. it’s better
Perfect song for my (imaginary) wedding <3>
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Rosabelle Khoo
Our darling Baby Rosabelle Khoo,
Welcome to our world on this special day, 09/09/09. You're the most precious baby (till mine comes along then you're like old news) and everyone has been waiting so impatiently for you to arrive.
Your Grandma says you look like me, and she was right. You DO look like me. But you're my niece! It is most probably because I look like my brother, or either that, your mum has been looking too much at me (and my photos) (hence you morphed out to be like me!).
Your daddy loves you very much and you will be his little girl now. You have outrageously taken my place as the most precious in the family, however I forgive you because you're so cute! (and you look like me!)
Be a happy little girl. Your Aunty Jo will always be here to protect you, love you and feed you fried chicken till you're as fat as her.
We love you so much. You're so beautiful.
Love always,
Aunty Jo
XXXXX
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Rattan Hula Hoops.
Anyways, I realised that my body shape has gone wonky because of doing this hula everyday. One body side is slim and the other is protruding. This is because, and I have rationalised this common sensically with myself, that the hula hoop only goes in one direction - clockwise. Hence, the distribution of the muscles and fats will thus and henceforth go that way.
Fuck. Now I am neither round nor apple shaped. I am WONKY.
You broke every fucking thing.
And every fucking chromosome in my body is screaming out how much they hate you for putting me through this.
Time and again, I believed and believed. And for what? For no fucking reason. Just cause I tried to have a little faith.
But it's all broken now.
I can no longer trust you.
Perro de Presa Canario
Monday, September 7, 2009
The Man Who Can't be Moved
Amazing cover for my fav song. So amazing. Looks a tad geeky, but his voice and style is great!!!!! :)
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Pap Smear Test
It is about pap smear and you (guys, you have no concern in this).
Ladies, for those of you who have "grown up" (I use this in a nice way to talk about ladies who's packages have been opened, had a hotdog shoved into their buns, gone all the way, etc etc etc). A pap smear is extremely important as we don't know what's usually wrong with our wombs/cervixes. We must do it cos we might get cervical cancer aka HPVirus we catch from stinking male species! (All their fault, make sure you make that him pay for the check up!!) They want to use our pek pek, they must pay property tax and rent ok!!!!!!
So, thanks to Chloe egging me on to do it (becuase it's good for us ladies) I had my first pap smear done - by a male gynae.
It was so shocking to have it done by a male, but wtf, 9/10 gynaes are males! (I DON'T KNOW WHY OK!) But this one I've encountered wasn't a perv lar, infact he was pretty nice to me.
Anyway, at the reception I was paving up and down the place. "should I do it? But its been so long! He's a guy leh! Later he see my nen nen and pek pek how?! Some more must pay him to see my pek pek and nen nen leh! HOW CAN! But how? If don't do now I'll never do! WHYYY must I be a girl!!! !@)(!@)#(!)!!*(#$%*#($^@" and alot of other curses. But in the end I decided to do it lar, since I was there only.
So the pap smear consisted of this :
1) Breast cancer check
2) Ultra sound scanning of the uterus for any funky shit
3) poking your pek pek with a stick and digging some gold out.
So hor, I went into the room and the nurse told me to take off my skirt and underwear, and I did lor. Then she went to my back and took off my bra! Sibeh pro seh, like a casanova trying to unhook my bra. Then I took off my skirt and my arse was facing the whole wide world. So memalukan diri (embarassing).
Then she ask me lie on the cold and clammy examination table/couch. Theres a ultra sound scanner sitting next to me. The doctor then took my blood pressure then listened to my heart beat. Then next, he slid his hands under my top and under my bra (chewah, like adult story like that). Then he touch touch here and touch touch there (I wonder if he would enjoy doing this???) I actually even asked him after the examination. Eh doc, you enjoy anot har, everyday get to see ladies like that. Then he said, NO LARRRRRRRRRR I VERY PROFESSIONAL WAN OKKKK!!!!!! hahahahahahahahaha. yes yes I believe. Anyways, the he squirted some gel onto my tummy and started scanning around. I was imagining myself as pregnant and when I saw my little baby I'd tear and say it's beautiful (so cliche I know). Then he told me my boobies and womb were fine (thank you).
Then I had to open my legs like this:
a) having some sexy time with the man, in the confines of his or my room,
b) reading a book on the bed and my legs feel bored.
Those are the only times man. Now when I had to do it, SCARED the shit out of me man. I was so embarrassed. All the hairy bits, the pek pek and all, SO SHY MAN. I was thinking, later he see my pek pek so ugly he faint how?! Or go home and laugh and tell his wife about this seriously ugly pek pek he saw today!!! WTF MAN. Then as I was running rubbish through my mind, he shoved this into my little girl :
This was how he did it :
So here's a little comic to lighten you up after reading my horrifying description on the pap smear test.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Yesterday. Today. Forever.
These are the words I want engraved on my wedding ring the day the man slides it onto my fat chubby finger.
I don't know where I've heard it before, perhaps some branded watch advert. But it sends a nostalgic shiver down my spine. It's so classically romantic.
Yesterday. Today. Forever. He shall be with me always. He will love me always. (we know not all men are perfect, but we still like to dream a little ok!!!)
Hopefully, the man I will marry will love me always, with his unfaltering love.
Oh well, one can only dream and pray that time does not sway his feelings, nor change my attitude in which he will base his love on for me.
<3
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Roses are pink, my love
They are pinkish orangish which are my favourites!!!!!
*lots of fuzzy love*
a) He wants to bang your brains out;
b) He wants to propose to you, then bang your brains out;
c) He rolled over your dog;
d) He did something extremely wrong which badly pissed you right off and now he's sorry;
e) He slept with your best friend;
f) Because you forced him to, if not you won't let him bang your brains out;
g) He wants a 3-some.
And none of that concludes that a guy will send you flowers just because he wants to. ALL HAVE MOTIVE ONE OK! And that motive resides in his underpants!