And so I have my share of being a G 奶! Finally! I swear this picture is totally unjustifiable compared to the original one we view'd from meanie's cammie lor!

Laughing like mad when we saw this because I is look like I got dua ne ne lah! It feels almost like I had my right boob resting on the camera lens. LOL LOL LOL.

First time! In my 25 years of life! Now I know, my most flattering view is none others but this angle.

Wahahahaha.

That's the title guai shu shu wrote - "A Proposition"

Oh boy, how weird can this be? Not putting this in vain blog because it's kinda explicit for my other readers. So for those of you who have access to ecstaticallyn dot blogspot, here comes the privilege!

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From: Mike Mike (mike.gen72@gmail.com)
You may not know this sender.Mark as safeMark as junk
Sent: 23 June 2009 10: 47AM
To: calmisc@live.com

Hi,

I came across your email somewhere in the online world and wanted to drop you this email with a 'decent' proposition.

Most would think this is an indecent proposition but I guess it depends on how you look at it. :)

A bit about myself. I am a 30+ male chinese Singaporean. I am about 1,7m tall, 65kg, average build, tanned. I have a decent job and enjoy meeting new people. I am married. I believe in chemistry when it comes to meeting people, but the only difference (well, maybe thats no longer that strange) is that I enjoy taking it to the next step.

I have had my share of 'fun' and no longer wish to do so, as I do not want to disrupt my marriage. But I still enjoy the excitement of making love with someone different. I am therefore writing you this email with this proposition.

I am willing to provide you with S$ 500 to spend some time with me. To be explicit, it will entail a meal and chat, followed by sex. I am particular about safe sex so it will definitely include a condom. Nothing too kinky, just frenching, petting, and straight sex. If you are keen and think you deserve more than my proposed amount, please let me know and we can discuss further.

If what I have written has made you sick in your stomach, please feel free to delete this email and move on. I will no hound you in anyway, and also at any time of our communications. I am seeking a short term experience and nothing more. :)

What I can assure you is that I will treat you with the utmost of respect and will not be a bastard or animal. I don't believe in that. I am also more than happy if you decide to walk away after we meet if you find me ugly or gross.

Have a nice day and I hope to hear from you. :)

Mike

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I ish laugh until cannot.

It looks like I'm abandoning this blog ain't I...? Well I'm not.

It's just that I got lesser rantings, so it's a good sign. :) And the fact that I'm spending quite alot of time in vainblog.

Vanity heals! So don't come say I hiao ok.

Lurve this picture. Check out my eyes! Damn chio lor. Lalalala. Contemplating whether I should post it on vainblog to encourage a teeny weeny bit more readership. Wahahaha.

Anyways, am here for another purpose. Lately a long lost (ok, not exactly "lost") friend left me a message in my inbox and it rewinded many reminiscence. Having said that, I told her things that I had in my mind all these years and it was really a piece of load off my mind.

Honestly if you ask me, in the past I would say friends are very important to me, but I did not see the need to keep them close as what I am feeling now. Thus I do not put ½ the effort I am putting in now to maintain a good relationship, mutual understand, giving and taking with you people reading this blog post.

I know I have my share of being passive and I will still be passive from time to time, like it or not. And as much as I'm taking each and everyone of your smelly pattern, you are enduring mine too.

I, too, did not realise as much, that you people are making effort to include me as part of your life. But now, I see the effort and I must say, it is definitely well appreciated.

And it will always be.

Hello boring people of Monday.

I'm bored and listless and grouchy.

The weekend spent for the supposed Econs assignment was well, wasted.

I was watching anime whole day long.

Check out the (albeit unappealing) luncheon meat + kimchi + mee goreng I made myself~! Mad tasty I tell you. Previously was wasabi with everything. Now kimchi takes over. Yums!

Fushi Yuugi OVA. My very first set of intensive comic when I was 10 years old. And still addicted to it, 15 years later. And my calefare ipod which I named, iCal - charging.

Yesterday after class - dozed off in the train

At night - konked out at 1am

This morning - dozed off in train and almost missed the station to alight.

I was truly tired.

Seems like my insomnia had been tackled for the time being.

Despite how much evidence and experience that proves changes never reminds stagnant, there are however, things that forever remains unchanged.

Like a leopard. It never changes it spots.

So there too are, things in life that you can never expect that of to change.

Like the fidelity of men. Not all of course. A handful remains impeccable.

But majority aren't. It's the work of God or Mother nature or whoever that created mankind lah.

Worry not, lao niang me not being fooled or anything.

Just that something happened that kinda made me feel quite very.. exasperated.

I'd think I have successfully portrayed myself as 1) a bimbo, 2) a happy child with perfect family, 3) the naive one, 4) the spoilt princess who doesn't know what's going on outside the castle.

Which got me further exposed to the craftiness of some dickheads out there.

*clap clap* I've yet again, seen the works of life and a very good show put up. Slightly than the ones I've seen during my younger days. Not bad, quite polished acts I'd say.

Here they are, pretending all so vulnerable and dignified and trustful.

There, they subconsciously showed the signs of nothing but the opposite.

I laughed at their pathetic attempts to con any Mary, Jane or Bettys out there. Boy you sure messed with the wrong Mary Jane Betty I tel'ya.

The gestures of flirting are e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e my oh my it tickles me...

And I bet it sure sucks that a mediocre looking girl, did not fall into the willy tricks of him, the very handsome.

Indeed, blessed with the looks. But perhaps God has forgotten to bestow him a brain which unfortunately, the mediocre had quite plentiful of.

Well God bless you for your handicap my boy. God bless you.

Or probably God has long forgotten a child like him and sent a devil to avenge the angels that he'd broken their fragile, lil' crystal heart? Hmmm?

Oh you little fool.. silence does not make the devil bow in the game of lure, silence only makes you, end your own game.

It's like an English court, where ladies try their best to seduce and men get lust by them. It's a warfield.

I laugh at the mundanities of the game. For it remains, still the same. Same as it was 10 years back. The rules never change. It only gets improvised.

I laugh at the fact that, it was once again, presented to me like an useless rock disguising as a precious gem.

I laugh at you, you fool.

I'M MAD TIRED.

Past few days of insufficient rest accumulated to my current exhaustion.

And as if it's not bad enough, kuku had to preach his preaches of pessimism. Diaoz.

Note, this kuku ain't a close friend of mine. It just that I will try to persuade be it Tom, Dick or Harry. But not lately.

It looks like I'm getting less patient with people who are negative. I used to spend unmeasurable amount time and effort to encourage them into the path of positivity, but now I cannot seem to invest my very limited and precious time on that aspect.

I tend to leave them alone.

And then get angry with myself for leaving them in the lurch.

You see, it's not easy to keep on motivating people. For I've done it more than a dozen times and it is really a taxing task. Many times you have to delegate alot of your attention for that person in order for him or her to be attached to you and tries to seek your guidance ultimately.

Not forgetting you have to step in at the right time, with the right solution, speaking the right words. It is definitely a relieve to help someone, but I guess I'm not so great to not let it eat into my life yet not affected by it. Meaning, I do get depressed there and then, trying to help them.

Which is very contradicting, right? I mean, how are you suppose to help people when you cannot even get yourself settled?

And isn't it very pathetic to get yourself so charred by helping people? It's like curing people to make yourself sick. Or, claiming you wanna help, but ended up complaining at the end of the day? That's very sad right?

Wah at this stage, I made myself sound like an immaculate saint. Which I am not lah... I'm not that magnanimous... yet.

Thus explains why I'm avoiding to help these days. I must make sure I'm sane and healthy, else I cannot even afford the least help and return.

Again, I must proclaim - the decreasing of ability to help applies to people I'm not so close with. When it comes to my love ones, well they always know my soft-spot...

I ish overslept this morning. If it's not for daddy knocking my door, I'd have easily snored till 10am. And thanks to him, I woked up at 8.30am.

Still late. But not hopelessly late.

Cost me 14 bucks to reach office. At 9.15am. Managed to grab my teh still. So, am a happy girl. Teeheehee.

That's not the edgy part. Thing is, I GOT TONNES OF THINGS TO DO LAH. Good and bad. Bad thing is, I can hardly breathe, see my dad, neither my lovelies. It feels like I'm being isolated or something. All I see is work work work, rush rush rush, assignment assignment assignment.

Good thing will be I'll be having a subject lesser to mug. So June should be a breathier month as far as I'm concern.

Greeted with pleasant surprise this mornings.

Albeit there was more fear than anxiety.

Came were even more surprises from my classmates. We did well.

Despite results are not everything.

It sure means somthing to the society. Unfortunately.

Like money.

Aces can be quite addictive I admit.

But the process of getting it can be a real tough job.

I wish to pocket more of you, Ace.

I had a horrible rest last night.

*Yawns*

Ridiculous dreams I cannot remember what were they.

Anyway I'm sleepy now and that is not a good sign because I have class later. And tomorrow. And Thursday. And Friday.

Non-stop for 4 days. Chao turban.

I pulled my hamstring while cooling down yesterday. Yesterday's jog was wrong. Seriously wrong. Everything was salah. My pace was wrong, I tasted blood while breathing, my momentum wasn't constant.

It's a miracle I didn't injured my ankle or knee during the jog.

Cindy too, commented my speed had increased.

I know, and that's exactly the reason why everything went haywire. I ran too fast. I was breathing too fast and went breathless too soon.

Soooooo sleepy.

Blogspot's kinda odd today. Not quite really very pronto.

Most of you would have known, my company has shifted to a nearby building. Newer but smaller. Cleaner but more inconvenient. More comfy but less fun.

I ish don't like my new place. Period.

Mostly probably because I have not adapt to it yet. I'll give myself another 1 week to get use to things.

The morning in our new office commenced with tad commotion and bustle. That's because we ceased operation 3 hours earlier on Thursday and we are jammed with countless of jobs to be cleared.

Sometimes I really don't see why management keep complaining the business is not doing well and they have to cut this, cut that. When all it takes is a mere 3 hours of non operation and the entire office goes haywire.

So, it's brand new same old things. Albeit I very much wanted a fresh start in the new place.

Plus I'm feeling disturbed. Stupid kuku haven't reply my sms and I'm abnormally impatient. It's been more than ½ hour already and I have checked my mobile at least 5 times. I behave like some menopausey lao char bor.

That's why I say I'm abnormally impatient.

I'm thinking, that kuku must have been kidnapped or murdered. Else what's taking that kukudemic so long just to reply a few words right?

Maybe I'm just bored.

Incorrigibly bored.

It's raining cats and dogs now.

Listening to my ipod running through Jolin's latest album, gazing out at the stormy morning..

Again, I feel unsettled. Somehow.

Some uncertainties kept me feeling insecured yet I can't seem to find out what is bothering me.

Probably moodswing again.

It feels like.. I'm waiting for something to happen, but it eventually didn't.

Then there's this unknown aura of disappointment surrounding me.

I can't help but to feel disappointed and helpless... Out of no rhyme or reason.

Must be moodswing. I tell myself this.

I love morning rains. Especially when I can crawl under my thick blankets and cuddle into the comfyness of my pillows and bloster.

But now, morning rain seems...

Exceptionally sad.

I feel old. Tsk.

Blog hopping and reading the writtens of the upcoming generation ultimately, makes me feel old. We respect our privacy and tries our best to protect it; they flaunt every peck of theirs.

Recent "I just want my own private fun and relaxation" in contrast to those partae goers makes me feel old. The streets are full of the younger generation with dresscodes they think is trendy; that I beg to differ.

Sally's remark of her 13 year old boy piercing his ears w/o her knowledge and his growing vanity makes me feel old. Her son was only 9 years old when I met Sally and his clothes are bought by her; now he's doing things against his mother's wish already.

It's my 2nd year with the company. I've been working fulltime for 9 years already.