u know what, ppl? in my very own sincere opinion - the last person to believe in this world is fortune-teller! even this word on its own is REPULSIVE to me. it is not even a profession and can i bravely say they are in fact artists? it is a crime. don't judge me. i've seen enough fortune-tellers to make this paragraph. i was a fan; a huge fan. i'd embraced the excitement on knowing my unknown future. i'd wanted a reason, an answer for every mishap i've had and every failure i've had encountered. i'd liked to be filled with anticipation of what was told to happen and the action plan to take for avertion of disaster. like all ppl, i'd like to know im in control of my destiny, and i could do somethg to better my life. aren't all these so very exciting?! in all honesty ppl, do u seriously think it is even possible? can someone tell me when is the next financial meltdown? somethg like lehman. tell me when's the next hurricane like katrina. tell me what kinda flu is next. freaking tell me why fortune-tellers can't tell the fortune of the whole freaking world of all these major disasters that are affecting everyone including themselves and yet they are able to tell ur life stories and read u like a book. r u that special?? they in fact are VERY RANDOM and the last thing u will want to know is what exactly are they worshipping?! y do i strongly deny this grp of ppl? i was in desperation once and i turned to them many yrs ago. when a person is desperate, for every slight chance of a glimpse of hope, ppl try. that's hw fortune-tellers pin on this and exploit ppl, making you look like a fool and pay them to look and behave like a stupid, dumb ass. when all thgs failed, it is LIFE, your destiny, your fate. when thgs worked out, aha! worse! for all ur life, you're gonna believe more and sink deeper into this cult. seriously, i rather u are an atheist or agnostic than worship this grp of artists. ppl, get smart.

i hate my friend who saw linsey lohan at the party last night! damn x infinity!!

u guys know a gd pillow is soo so impt?! ever since i put my entire pillow in the washing machine (ha ha!!), it became totally deformed! (hw else do we wash a pillow??! enlighten me pls!) and i had been sleeping on 2 pillows. i knew i didnt sleep well, had to wake up in middle of the night to adjust my pillows. hell irritating! made me so fatigue in the morning as if my brain had taken its toll the whole night. alas! i bought a 360degrees, side-sleep/back sleep, most imptly firm pillow! yest night was a breeze. i woke up feeling well-rested and no headache at all! i heart my new pillow!!

do watch the time traveller's wife..
love it a great deal. abt 2 yrs back, my friend was reading this book and i flipped a few pages and seriously im a 'book person' but unfortunately i found the writing style extremely descriptive up to the point it was almost boring to me. so consequently i had my reservations of this movie and also another reason i didnt enjoy lake house and p.s. i love you (surprised?) so i gathered it's gonna b the case of time traveller's wife too. enough said, I WAS TOTALLY WRONG!!!! i mean, yes, the story is far-fetched but the directing makes the plot and transition so smooth to the extent that u wont question abt what seems like an absurb storyline. u get sucked into it and just go with the flow. surprisingly, the scenes are not confusing like it usually might happen (the different time period jumping here and there??). i m totally taken in by eric bana's acting skills. he's a natural.

what pisses me most is getting up at 430am in the morning to freaking pee! irritates the hell out of me BIG time!

im a female version of a guy friend who just broke off with his gf. i totally identify with him. anyway im being way 'exceptional' by blogging this. i hope if u r nt my dear friend, just to let u know, read and forget, thks. damn public blog.

as we hv been so very single for the longest time, it dawns on us that perhaps our hearts are just too tiny to love and accomodate another person or that there's no space left aft putting ourselves in there. well, ok, here goes. i freak out at the thought of exposing myself to another person (not as in naked, WL, why m i even thinking of this, anyway just in case). im doubting my ability to share a life with someone. when i was dating n hanging out with a guy, the initial stage is all exciting to me; learning abt him, chatting a different conversation, hanging out at different places, and impressing each other (we r ALL guilty of that, c'mon!) - extreme novelty, but as soon as skeleton's out of the closet and i know where all his aces are hidden, bam! im like that's enough for me. i can nv bring on to the next stage. i find myself very uncomfortable accounting to someone and seriously i dont even hv parents to account to since dinosaur time, how's that?? so what the??? im always abt myself. throw me a gd book, magazine, internet connections, i'll b gd.. and don't even hv to ask: im into lone sports - jogging, swimming, gyming. i get tired of thgs easily, i hate the stage of repetition, and i need new configurations and excitements constantly. i want to be spontaneous and abrupt! the only constants i enjoy are my lone activities. see the sign?

know what i hate the most? my friends-experts-in-love-wanabes coming up to me asking why im still single. seriously tell me, enlighten me, is there an answer to this qn at all, if any? that im too demanding? that im too idealistic?? or that im gay all along??? then started to give their two cents worth uninvitingly "i tell u there's no such thg as a perfect guy, just try maybe u will like him? maybe u will b impressed?" OR maybe i don't even hv to try to know that a black cat is black in colour??! sometimes no means no.

so if let's say i compromise to b with someone so that i wont b the soar thumb sticking out being the only single hanging around, and married the guy with the mentality "relationships are like that. sparks do not happen everyday. is all mundane. just accept him and move on as long as he loves u. develop the love over time. get married, have a baby. take a break, have a cookie." what will i be? i know myself, if i don't love the guy in the first place, i will b a bitch right there in the first place.

** im sleepy ** to be continued..

i love this..

"behind every hot broad, is some dude tired of fucking her"

quotable quote by adrienne curry =)

last note:
people of the world listen up!!!! u know our temple (body) is a whole magnificient creation that not only houses our soul and spirit BUT unfortunately also houses GERMS! the most disgusting excretion that can possibly come out of the body flows thru the passage of our nose, mouth and asshole! so listen up, listen up people! here we go! let us all practise the very humane, civilised and even compassionate way of living, that is to BLOODY HELL FREAKING cover our nose and mouth when we SNEEZE or COUGH! this is minimal, basic and fundamental, oh pls, u don't pass ur shit for others to eat right???!! zillions of germs can't wait to switch bodies so pls CONTROL them! let them die in ur handki or tissue paper, not even palms! Grrr... i wish i'd die when some old man cough away open-mouthed beside me on train. i wish i'd die too when some man again blow his nose in front of me. i wish i'd die too when some old man again n again sneeze right in front of me again w/o covering his mouth! i've a thg against men of age, 2 words - personal hygiene.

happy bday to me :) im gloriously 28yrs old, incredible 28yrs on earth. my friends asked me what do i wish for in the coming yr and seriously im clueless. nthg specific worth mentioning however on a broader basis, i just pray my life gets better in generally all aspects :) the only difference abt this yr's bday is i struck lottery on the actual day itself. a day before, i got a hunch i will struck the number and off i went to place a syst bet (which i seldom do so) and i got it!! that's so cool right???!! praise God. ate quite a lot yest, see?! accumulated more shit before clearing my intestines entirely! seriously, i shit EVERY morning but it's just that i feel it's not totally cleared. i can still feel the shit heat lingering in my tummy like a hot sensation within. what can i do? pour dettol down my throat, flush it out baby! woohoo! or down 10glasses of beetroot, and work it out ya! oh yes, im thinking the best present i gave myself this yr is to break off with 'damn bloody shit'! this sure calls for a celebration even if it's not my bday! awesome :)

so boring. even the stock mkt is so unexciting today leaving me with literally nthg better to do. went for a poo poo at oub centre after my current fav beetroot juice and it's hell effective! i seriously may hv poo-ed some seafood residual from sun jb as i was awfully intoxicated and hv been badly bloated for the past freaking 2 days. i sure feel like a walking garbage barrel. sucks! i seriously need laxatives to flush out the remnants and pull a gd shit out of my asshole!! Damn! so I proceeded to sans and rented jodi picoult's keeping faith - i aspire to finish all her books until i find no novelty in her storyline, so surprise me :) my right knee cap is hurting esp when i go up/down the stairs, not a gd sign. i don't wana die with a walking stick as companion! so i'll b wearing a left ankle guard and a right knee guard. Damn. hell of discomfort. the fall at tea lovers ktv left this freaking 'ankle situation' souvenir that haunts me for 6 yrs running. Lord, heal me.....

when u guys read my blog detailing every bit and snippet of my day to day life, it simply means im Damn freaking bored, putting together my Damn freaking boring life, giving one hell of a damn boliao entry in the middle of my condemned working hrs!!!!