My mom's a bitch. She is a bitter old woman who has nothing going for her in her life except to spend her days watching pointless Korean soaps. One day, I shall ship her off to an onsen resort in Japan and let her have her fun there and she shall no longer bother me you hear, she SHALL NO LONGER BOTHER ME.
In the meantime, if I get married to an Indian guy, he'd better get over his disappointment that I will not be making him homemade chapatti and dhal curry. All I'm going to do is to fry nuggets and that's that.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
my mom's a bitch
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
wedding bells are screaming
I told my friends to never ever broach the subject of attending somebody's wedding reception to me unless there's a personal invitation with my name on it.
And then I got one from a former schoolmate - but via Facebook. Does that count as a personal invitation (the message did not list other recipients)?
On top of that, another friend just asked for my address so he could mail me an invite.
Oh, doobie-doo.
Everyone is so getting married.
And I am so going to be like Samantha from Sex and the City.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
there is only you and i tonight
We ran in the breeze, two spirits as free as the earth and as whimsical as butterflies. Then, we came to an abrupt halt, pausing to catch our breaths as we laughed in between gasps of air.
We lay down on the soft grass, the scent of musty earth permeating our sense of smell. You heaved your body next to mine. I observed the gentle rise and fall of your chest and I watched your pretty lashes as they gently brushed the top of your cheeks.
I reached one hand up to caress your hair, tousled in the wind. You brought your face close to mine and dropped light kisses all over my forehead, my cheeks, my nose and my lips.
I smiled and you smiled back.
In my heart, all I felt at that moment was joyful bliss.
You kissed me again, on my mouth this time, and we were the only two people in the world that night.
here we go
I am chewing on cola gummy worms.
Chew. chew. chew. Swallow. Smack lips. Repeat.
You can tell that I'm damn bored. And damned to experience boredom in the office for the rest of the day.
Still plenty of gummy worms to keep me going.
Not forgetting the colourful gummy bears.
Oooh yeah. I'd rather masturbate for fun but I've got rashes on my privates (I hate sanitary pad rashes) and the skin's all dry and painful, chafing in my cotton-lycra panties in my denims. Woohoo!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
super furry people
Super Furry Person = Noel Achariam.
The Lorong Avenger = Noel Achariam.
The Butt Flaunter = Noel Achariam.
Agent Mastorbator (note: not a typo) = Noel Achariam.
Please Google Noel Achariam.
Monday, June 29, 2009
i will cherish you always
You didn't know, that when you were holding me close with my cheek pressed against your chest, I was smiling. Because I was happy. Because you told me so many special things. Special things I take to be true because I know you to be a sincere person.
You will always be my most special person, Noel, because you are always so kind to me.
I used to cry alone at night, hoping that there will be someone who will be kind to me, that there will be someone to hold my hand tightly because it aches when I cry.
I still cry sometimes but only because I am touched by the many things you do for me.
I am so fortunate for your presence in my life.
You are my greatest gift.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
yoo hoo
You know me, the only movie I could be bothered about watching is Harry Potter but since Noel, I've been watching movies for quite a bit. We've still yet to watch Transformers - we have a pair of free tickets but it would seem that the cinemas are clean booked every day - and on Monday, we're watching the premier of Ice Age 3, courtesy of my friend Lawrence, who is generous to always offer me a pair of free tickets whenever he has some to spare.
And. I'm busy finding and trading ingredients on Restaurant City but it's so hard! Dammit. I only managed to reach Level 7 for my dessert.
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