isn;t she a beaut.. gosh.. so kewl man.. love the feathers..

terry richardson rox..

men are needy to..

i suddenly realise.. men who are needy.. are not really rare.. in fact its really real..

so women out there.. please just try to get it ..

i mean women can be independant..but does it actually mean that men could really be eradicated..

as women become more independant.. and in some extremes more masculine..

well but if thats the case.. i guess men are goign to turn the other way..

unless its a whole world full of alpha males..

well ain't all that..

right??

ok maybe not.. haha....

well its a piece of rambling .. but pinch of salt or pennies.. either case..

its not about men rule.. or watever.. but just leave them alone kinda..

well it would great to have some really woman to jsut voice right out about the sorta men they want..

so.. here there.. where.. watever..

much to tok about..

i am happy i have sisters who could be frank with me and that i have co workers to share the burden

even though i still find it hard to believe that pple find me arrogant or worse a snobb.. whichever is worse..

well recently i havesome small pap tok with my sista about my future.. and it dawn on me that i have taken much for granted with loads more to see and to do...

i have always been miserable.. and honestly i have been a coward and pretty useless..

i hate to say this but i kinda hate myself at this instant i am typign this...

i just hope days would get better and that i will be able to fulfill wat i set out to do and to be done..


thanks to all who put up with my stupidity and absurdity..








am i good enuff??

wat to do...

mooching around..

wat to do.. i feel no urge to gedout..

..'

so right now in front of my com sipping tea..

relaxing and seeing top gear..

andd thinking wat i may do next..

and wat i am doing..

i mean going out.. there is the jams and crowds the mess.. the hassle..

and at home its a bore..

i mean even playing games get boring..

i so wish i could be picnicing somewhere.. greenish and cool..

think.. chequered picnic spreadsheet... on dewy lush greenery

and a tad of a breeze enuff to rustle the bookpages

and a slight warmth from the orange mellow sun..

and perhaps glorious scenery..

a basket of smoked meats cheeses and fresh fruit

and maybe some birds chirping

loved ones around..

lazing then with a book in my hand..

kids playing ball (wait... this is too far.. HAHAHAH)

well i am straying..

like i said i am bored..

maybe a 350z spyder would be goood.. (anyone wants to do some charity??..hehe)

cheers..

strike me with lightning .. something.. anything!!!

well not really.. lightning is higly risky.. and anything else may lead to a concussion..

even if not.. it will hurt an ass alot..

please let me hear wat woman want.. let me be mel gibson..

haha

ok.. not the old .. bachelor.. not married.. possibly gay part..

but the galant chauvinistic part..and the charimatic part..

but.. big BUT>... its not meant to be..

hahha

well men are like not women..

men think it.. do it.. and that is about it..

women.. may think something.. do something else. and have a wry expression that is suppose to be read..

to a guy its like reading barcode without a barcode reader..

but issit that hard for ppple to not play games..

ouch..

well its a like oswald spengler and his endless philosophy..

mostly pessimistic..

..


but the fact is.. it would be nice..

just so..

going back to my pasta and my rental..

bon chance..

preposterous...

the weather it seems is really bad.. i mean.. not so much weather.. but more the haze.. its stagnant..
and honestly scary.. crikes.. got knows how much of these exhausted carbon compounds get into our
lungs..and they seem to be all still regardless or wat goes into them.. so they are too tiny??

well.. i was feeling horrible. cos of my sinus , coughing, phlegm, feeling horribly bad syndrome... sigh..

so i took a cab.. thinking of goign home in relative comfort.. which it was.. and with much
certainty that the driver would
do the regular routes.. i just told him.. PIE thanks.. cos the CTE would be normally jammed with pple..

so off we zipped.. this uncles cab must have been empty for quite abit.. coos it was so cool.. as in the temp.
normally cabs in orchard have a smell about them.. or that the seats are a little warm etc.. bbut this was like
sub zero.. totally in my mood..
and better still this guy listens to jazz.. as in not random radio or crappy uncle stations..
i mean i could hear michael buble andd diana krall..wow.. this guy is really something..

then later came the shocker....

i was robbed!!!!!!.. not..



hahah

but well he drove from PIE into the mount pleasant slip road..which is freak creepy..

imagine about 11 ish at night.. ouch..

and its a single lane.. dimly litted place..

looking all dilapidated and uncared for until a closer glimpse

showed me wat really lay behind the hedges and overgrowths..

gravestones...

and also ancient relicts of singapore heritage.. the black and white bungalows..

but somehow seeing kids playing about at that time of the night in front of such a place

jsut rattles my spine abit.. so i just looked the other way and let the the drive and music

sooth it out.. which it did..

it was kinda spooky.. but kinda nice too..

its like sipping a mojjito in a cozy jazz bar.. and relaxing in one corner.. just then.. some vampish looking hostess coms along and ask you.. how is your evening.. breaking the serenity... alikened some wicked witch slamming her knuckles into some wretched mirror.. ahah..

welll slightly nicer..

the purse

found the "culprit"..



wat do you?? or rather wat CAN you put in it..?

well the obvious of course.. air..

haha

its hard..

its hard to find a nice blog skin..

its hard to find niceties... nowadays..

well.. they are some..

and did anyone mention.. how most woman keep their bills straight??

as in their notes.. their paper money.. their.. watevers..

well..and some other woman.. please buy a purse..i mean a wallet thingy..

i mean.. honestly..some women just like to cramp notes into really puny

purses..

eg.. some woman today cranked a few 100 dollar bill..big word.. a "FEW"

and her purse is kinda like a change holder you'd get for $59 dollars from cartier.

first it slows the queue.. when you ravage that small "dried-up scrotal sac" of a purse..

for a bill.. next it crumples up and cranks up the cash register...

and its fine with big notes.. but those plastic two dollar notes are like

pple with rigor mortiss-ed fingers..and it take a ga zillion tonne of presssure

before that bill... "straightens out"..


and guys use your wallet..dun stuff it into your pockets like used tissue paper..

well.. i hope i do practice this also.. well i do.. mostly..



p.s. i found x mas morning.. but too bad it ain it.. cos i ain good enuff.. so maybe lets hope.. there are others..

maybe a change of holiday is needed..

haha..

well wishes..