Excuse me, but my life is waiting.

Met one of mr mimosa’s friends today…and i must say, she really epitomises the corporate slutty bitch. We met up for dinner at toa payoh and the minute she lay eyes on mr mimosa, her conquest for the night began. It was so bad i could hardly keep my dinner down while keeping a fake smile plastered on my face.

I’d like to apologise for ranting here…but stomaching a slutty bitch is just a little more than i can take so i need an outlet somewhere. I’m sorry. I don’t usually bitchslap people on my blog but this is a real exception. I’ve never felt so disgusted in a very long time and i just need to let it out.

I mean c’mon, where’s your dignity bitch? Let me just count the ways you have mortally offended me.

1) Stop trying to pass off your goldfish eyes as doe eyes. It just does not work…especially if you’re past thirty. It only succeeds in giving people the creeps.

2) Stop flicking and touchyour hair as you’re in a panteen advert. You are nowhere as pretty or slim as the model. Fuck, your skin is porous..and your hair is brittle. And you really need to touch-up your rebonding. Take my advice, stay away from the cheap salons.

3) That said, you need to lay off the mascara. The spidery lashes just make your goldfish eyes look worse.

4) Stop trying to suck up to my bf when I’m around. What am i…transparent?

5) Quit slanging. It makes you look stupid. Okay..make that very stupid.

6) Don’t pretend to be this helpless innocent maiden in distress who can’t freaking split a plate of noodles. You’re past the big 30, for god’s sake! If you know how to smoke, how to paint your cyan toenails flawlessly and work in SPH, you definitely can cut noodles into half with a spoon. Even worse, you’re old enough to be a mom. So stop insulting my intelligence with your thinly veiled haplessness. *pui*

Argh…just thinking about such people makes me sick.

A disgrace to womenkind.

No wonder we are constantly objectified.

And it’s all thanks for sluts like these.

Fuck. Don’t these people know how to quit while they’re still ahead?

Stupid bitch.

P/s: Mr mimosa, this is how i really feel. There.

Met one of mr mimosa’s friends today…and i must say, she really epitomises the corporate slutty bitch. We met up for dinner at toa payoh and the minute she lay eyes on mr mimosa, her conquest for the night began. It was so bad i could hardly keep my dinner down while keeping a fake smile plastered on my face.

I’d like to apologise for ranting here…but stomaching a slutty bitch is just a little more than i can take so i need an outlet somewhere. I’m sorry. I don’t usually bitchslap people on my blog but this is a real exception. I’ve never felt so disgusted in a very long time and i just need to let it out.

I mean c’mon, where’s your dignity bitch? Let me just count the ways you have mortally offended me.

1) Stop trying to pass off your goldfish eyes as doe eyes. It just does not work…especially if you’re past thirty. It only succeeds in giving people the creeps.

2) Stop flicking and touchyour hair as you’re in a panteen advert. You are nowhere as pretty or slim as the model. Fuck, your skin is porous..and your hair is brittle. And you really need to touch-up your rebonding. Take my advice, stay away from the cheap salons.

3) That said, you need to lay off the mascara. The spidery lashes just make your goldfish eyes look worse.

4) Stop trying to suck up to my bf when I’m around. What am i…transparent?

5) Quit slanging. It makes you look stupid. Okay..make that very stupid.

6) Don’t pretend to be this helpless innocent maiden in distress who can’t freaking split a plate of noodles. You’re past the big 30, for god’s sake! If you know how to smoke, how to paint your cyan toenails flawlessly and work in SPH, you definitely can cut noodles into half with a spoon. Even worse, you’re old enough to be a mom. So stop insulting my intelligence with your thinly veiled haplessness. *pui*

Argh…just thinking about such people makes me sick.

A disgrace to womenkind.

No wonder we are constantly objectified.

And it’s all thanks for sluts like these.

Fuck. Don’t these people know how to quit while they’re still ahead?

Stupid bitch.

P/s: Mr mimosa, this is how i really feel. There.

Am i alcholic? Hmmz…just polished off a bottle of ice wine with mich..and here i am typing..with plenty of typos. And mich is just being really amused at my constant hitting of the “delete” key to correct my errors. I think she’s hoping that i’ll be getting an epiphany of some sort or something. Haha.

Anyway, since im in a rubbishy sort of mood at the moment, i shall pose some rubbishy questions that you may consider to answer.

* btw, both me and mich think that there’s nothing wrong with drinking and getting semi sloshed in the day. it’s pretty fun actually.

Anyway, here are my questions (i will give u my response in due time..that is, when the alcohol wears off and i can give u a more lucid answer) :

1) Why do guys get to throw their underwear into the washing machine when we, ladies, have to to hand-wash our own?

2) Why are G-strings called g-strings? They look nothing like the alphabet if u ask me.

3) Why are MOST men stupid?

4) Why can’t men flush after using the toilet?

5) How come I spent 3 years in school and know nothing about what i studied?

6) How come i got myopia when my brothers have 6/6 vision?

7) How come when ladies put on weight and develop tummies they are labelled fat but when men put on weight, we tell them that their tummies are “cute” and they look more of a man than a boy? Bah.

okay..that’s it. im leaving. ill get back to you when i get back to you. ciao.

Am i alcholic? Hmmz…just polished off a bottle of ice wine with mich..and here i am typing..with plenty of typos. And mich is just being really amused at my constant hitting of the “delete” key to correct my errors. I think she’s hoping that i’ll be getting an epiphany of some sort or something. Haha.

Anyway, since im in a rubbishy sort of mood at the moment, i shall pose some rubbishy questions that you may consider to answer.

* btw, both me and mich think that there’s nothing wrong with drinking and getting semi sloshed in the day. it’s pretty fun actually.

Anyway, here are my questions (i will give u my response in due time..that is, when the alcohol wears off and i can give u a more lucid answer) :

1) Why do guys get to throw their underwear into the washing machine when we, ladies, have to to hand-wash our own?

2) Why are G-strings called g-strings? They look nothing like the alphabet if u ask me.

3) Why are MOST men stupid?

4) Why can’t men flush after using the toilet?

5) How come I spent 3 years in school and know nothing about what i studied?

6) How come i got myopia when my brothers have 6/6 vision?

7) How come when ladies put on weight and develop tummies they are labelled fat but when men put on weight, we tell them that their tummies are “cute” and they look more of a man than a boy? Bah.

okay..that’s it. im leaving. ill get back to you when i get back to you. ciao.

I wonder how some people can do bad things and feel not the slightest prick on their conscience. It never fails to amaze me.

I can’t.

Whenever i do something bad/wrong, i’d be so plagued by my conscience that all i’ll be thinking of is owning up. Can’t sleep, cant think of anything else and can do little else except live in the constant anticipation that i’d be found out real soon. Usually, the anticipation really gets me and i just give up.

Stupid thing to do, really, in this dog-eat-dog world of ours. Who gives a shit about what really happened, except who’s going to take the rap.

I wonder how some people can do bad things and feel not the slightest prick on their conscience. It never fails to amaze me.

I can’t.

Whenever i do something bad/wrong, i’d be so plagued by my conscience that all i’ll be thinking of is owning up. Can’t sleep, cant think of anything else and can do little else except live in the constant anticipation that i’d be found out real soon. Usually, the anticipation really gets me and i just give up.

Stupid thing to do, really, in this dog-eat-dog world of ours. Who gives a shit about what really happened, except who’s going to take the rap.

Im so impressed by the succinctness of esther’s comment that i decided to do her the honour of further commenting on it here. Her comment was as follows:

“trying to find a man who flirts with many and hope he finds you a gem is stupid, just as trying to find love from a prostitute, if you think like that you deserve to be cheated just like the people who got conned , if they didn’t get conned by A they will be conned by B, why? because they chose to be naive, they chose to believe without evidence. “

Why…i believe this perfectly sums up my fatalistic attraction for bad men. Suffered a major ouchy (really hit raw nerves there) when i read it but haha…and yes, i’ll admit..i often choose to be naive and believe.

I guess it’s really just the ego talking whenever that happens. Ah really…i never thought i would be guilty of such stupidity…but then again i guess there’s a first for everything. So maybe it’s time for a major overhaul of my emotional works.

But on second thoughts, i’m actually quite happy the way i am so maybe i will just put the overhaul on hold for the moment. While it may seem stupid to believe a player when he tells you he loves you…the trick is really to pretend to believe at the start (so he’ll be nice and also to give yourself a chance with the fella.) and then later really believe when he has truly proven himself worthy. I guess it’s really like trying to con the con-man who is trying to pull a fast one on you.

While this may seem liken love to a game, we ought to face up to the fact that people are generally not too honest.

You can never really know if the person you entrust your heart with is ever going to break it. People change. I’m sure as hell meant it when i told my ex that i would love him forever…but i didn’t..and couldn’t. And i never ever mean to break anybody’s heart. But i have. Sometimes…shit just happens.

So…really…isn’t love just like a game whereby one strives to keep his/her heart intact in the best way he/she knows how? In my opinion, it’s just easier to play the game by the usual rules to find “the one”..it’s just not so painful when you look at the world in shades of grey.

Im so impressed by the succinctness of esther’s comment that i decided to do her the honour of further commenting on it here. Her comment was as follows:

“trying to find a man who flirts with many and hope he finds you a gem is stupid, just as trying to find love from a prostitute, if you think like that you deserve to be cheated just like the people who got conned , if they didn’t get conned by A they will be conned by B, why? because they chose to be naive, they chose to believe without evidence. “

Why…i believe this perfectly sums up my fatalistic attraction for bad men. Suffered a major ouchy (really hit raw nerves there) when i read it but haha…and yes, i’ll admit..i often choose to be naive and believe.

I guess it’s really just the ego talking whenever that happens. Ah really…i never thought i would be guilty of such stupidity…but then again i guess there’s a first for everything. So maybe it’s time for a major overhaul of my emotional works.

But on second thoughts, i’m actually quite happy the way i am so maybe i will just put the overhaul on hold for the moment. While it may seem stupid to believe a player when he tells you he loves you…the trick is really to pretend to believe at the start (so he’ll be nice and also to give yourself a chance with the fella.) and then later really believe when he has truly proven himself worthy. I guess it’s really like trying to con the con-man who is trying to pull a fast one on you.

While this may seem liken love to a game, we ought to face up to the fact that people are generally not too honest.

You can never really know if the person you entrust your heart with is ever going to break it. People change. I’m sure as hell meant it when i told my ex that i would love him forever…but i didn’t..and couldn’t. And i never ever mean to break anybody’s heart. But i have. Sometimes…shit just happens.

So…really…isn’t love just like a game whereby one strives to keep his/her heart intact in the best way he/she knows how? In my opinion, it’s just easier to play the game by the usual rules to find “the one”..it’s just not so painful when you look at the world in shades of grey.

I was just thinking…in this time and age whereby everybody cheats on everyone else…why don’t men and women just admit to their partners that all they really want is an open relationship?

To put it bluntly, wouldn’t it just be easier to tell your bf/gf that what you are really looking for is to start a relationship but still want the freedom to see other people…instead of having to hide “the other”?

Maybe to serve our own selfish needs, we choose to keep our secret desires to ourselves in fear that our significant other will leave upon knowing the awful truth.

But how significant is our significant other if we, ourselves constantly think of another?

And I don’t really think the truth is that awful. At least it’s the truth, and if i can’t get honesty, there is no faith. Without faith, there can be no trust.

Personally, I’d rather be in a god-honest open relationship where i know my bf is oogling and hanging out with other women than be kept in the dark and not knowing…trusting the bastard as he fucks someone else behind my back.

The real question is, would you rather choose to know what he’s really thinking and doing or prefer the bliss of ignorance?

I must be either really modern to be willing to share…or just really fucked up.

I was just thinking…in this time and age whereby everybody cheats on everyone else…why don’t men and women just admit to their partners that all they really want is an open relationship?

To put it bluntly, wouldn’t it just be easier to tell your bf/gf that what you are really looking for is to start a relationship but still want the freedom to see other people…instead of having to hide “the other”?

Maybe to serve our own selfish needs, we choose to keep our secret desires to ourselves in fear that our significant other will leave upon knowing the awful truth.

But how significant is our significant other if we, ourselves constantly think of another?

And I don’t really think the truth is that awful. At least it’s the truth, and if i can’t get honesty, there is no faith. Without faith, there can be no trust.

Personally, I’d rather be in a god-honest open relationship where i know my bf is oogling and hanging out with other women than be kept in the dark and not knowing…trusting the bastard as he fucks someone else behind my back.

The real question is, would you rather choose to know what he’s really thinking and doing or prefer the bliss of ignorance?

I must be either really modern to be willing to share…or just really fucked up.