confessions of the incredible bulk...

oi,
stop telling me something that i already know. yes,i'm fully aware of the fact that, of late, i've gained a considerable amount of weight and YES, i do realise that most of it has decided to settle on a certain part of my body called thighapore. i don't know why it irks you guys so much. afterall i'm the one who has to stare at my nekkid body in the mirror after i shower every morning. i'm the one who feels the jiggle as i skip up the stairs every night on my way home. so why are YOU kicking up such a ruckus about it? and just so you know, like America didn't needn't Christopher Columbus to discover it, my thighs don't need YOU to point out the fact that they've grown at an accelerated speed. so...
STOP ATTACKING MY THUNDER THIGHS!

and in case all these comments stem from a real concern for my mental and aesthetic well-being, *rolls eyes*, i just want to tell you relax, i'm doing fine.
i'm eating well.
i'm fit and i exercise.
i still get picked up in clubs.(i guess cause it's really dark and intoxicated men rarely look past my tits)
yes, my slutgear has been placed in storage (cause nothing is more godwaful than a lumpy slut) but my fashion sense has not suffered since their demise.

i'm loved and i'm happy. (doesn't that mean anything to anyone anymore?)

i do admit there were times when i would get all wistful when i see photos of my old svelte self and though it would be nice to be able to slip into my size 25 jeans again, i just can't be bothered to go that extra mile to do that.

i guess i'm like that fat Buddha you see lounging around in your Chinese friends' houses. while i do admit he doesn't really cut an attractive figure,
hey, at least he's smiling.

have you ever seen Twiggy smile?

kiss and make-up

met up with un yesterday and over ice-cream and profanities galore, we kissed and made up. actually we didn't kiss, cause she and i, we don't do that kind of thing. but we made up and i'm so glad that now she's just an sms away again (cause she doesn't do phone calls, still). and i'm so glad she's looking happy and healthy. and above all, i'm so glad she is the way she always been.

thanks for not sweating the small stuff.

GI Jenab

i was a soldier in battle
i was bloodthristy and hungry for your death
more than wanting to win
i want you to lose

i was GI Jenab
arms akimbo
barrels cocked
ready to rumble
shoot to kill

i was...
GI Jenab

banzai!!!!!!!

dia.bunyi.lagi...

guess who's back,
back again.
min stim's back,
tell a friend...

do you know why imelda marcos has so many shoes?

it's so that if someone asks her to take a walk in their shoes, she can just snub them by saying,
"You want me to take a walk in those shoes? it's alright sweets, i'll pass.
Been there, done that."

or maybe just cause they're all oh-so-pretty...

you can do this, you can do that.

i could go the distance with you and leave all that is that i've lived and loved and detested. or i could eke out a life of my own in post-colonialia, doing something i think i could enjoy for another couple of years before i grow bored again. or i could just stay in my rut and plow on with this life cause my doggedness seems to be paying off finally and it actually looks like i might be moving somewhere here.

in a couple of weeks, i'll be a quarter of a century.

and if you ask me what it is i want to do with my life, i'll still be shrugging the same shoulders from yesteryears.

who.what.where

it was a long weekend of drunk dancing and debauchery. and i live to make it to work today. every day.

*pats herself on the back*

augustus gloop is a good dancer.

dimpled doughboy is a hunk of a poofter.

what a pity.

strange is silly and this time he didn't get away scot-free.

he scrape his knee.

tee hee hee.

life is empty but happy.

"The day is done
But I’m having fun
I think I’m dumb
Or maybe just happy"
-nirvana

confessions of imelda marcos

i have, at last count, 86 pairs of shoes.

an in-depth psychoanalysis of my collection led me to this hypothesis; that there's a parallel between my relationship with my shoes and my friends.

*at this point, the author realises that it's 6.01pm and she's been at the office since 7.12am this morning so she sees no reason why she should stay on longer*

to be continued...

good night and good luck

at dusk, i went to the lion's den, had my lesson with Lady Ann, brandishing clubs till my fingers blister, had dinner at the lagoon with the baroNess and went to meet the merry three.

and whilst zipping across the land on our magik car-pet, they told me that they're parting ways with Maid Maryjane, again. and under the twinkling stars and glistening moonlight by the river where we finally rested, as we regale each other with tid-bits from our semi-charmed lives i realised how much i have missed her.
the calm she brought on many an angsty moment, the laughs she coaxed when i was but a second away from tears, the friends she 'pied-piper hamelin'ed my way with her sweet scent. the love. i miss her. and yesterday when she was but an arm's reach away, saying her byes to the boys, it took all my will to resist one last hug, one last kiss with my sweet mis(t).
she who saw me through my wild days in academia and my mad existence in tralala-land. my faithful duenna on my travels, near and far. she basked in my summer loves, she braved my winter's cold. through it all she was there,like a nice glass of red after a long day at work.
i miss how she makes life so much more bearable. the quarrels don't leave you so drained, the betrayals so painful, the nasty, back-biting so perturbing. her warm haze, a gentle embrace that keeps all the evil at bay. but alas, i had to be on my way.
Well thank you, milady. for everytime and everyone; the good, the bad, the ugly, the lost, the found, the forever, the fleeting,the old, the young, the retreats, the reunions, the beginnings, the end.

i miss you MJ.