Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Men like to barbecue. Men will cook if danger is involved

Men who have pierced ears are better prepared for marriage. They've experienced pain and bought jewelry.

If you buy your husband or boyfriend a video camera, for the first few weeks he has it, lock the door when you go to the bathroom. Most of my husband's early films end with a scream and a flush.

Be careful of men who are bald and rich; the arrogance of "rich" usually cancels out the nice of "bald."

Marrying a divorced man is ecologically responsible. In a world where there are more women than men, it pays to recycle.

Men are very confident people. My husband is so confident that when he watches sports on television, he thinks that if he concentrates he can help his team. If the team is in trouble, he coaches the players from our living room, and if they're really in trouble, I have to get off the phone in case they call him.

If it's attention you want, don't get involved with a man during play-off season.

Men like phones with lots of buttons. It makes them feel important.

Men love to be the first to read the newspaper in the morning. Not being the first is upsetting to their psyches.

All men look nerdy in black socks and sandals.

The way a man looks at himself in a mirror will tell you if he can ever care about anyone else.

Don't try to teach men how to do anything in public. They can learn in private; in public they have to know.

Men who are going bald often wear baseball caps.

All men are afraid of eyelash curlers. I sleep with one under my pillow, instead of a gun.

A good place to meet a man is at the dry cleaner. These men usually have jobs and bathe.

Men love watches with multiple functions. My husband has one that is a combination address book, telescope and piano.A

ll men hate to hear "We need to talk about our relationship." These seven words strike fear in the heart of even General Schwarzkopf.

Men are sensitive in strange ways. If a man has built a fire and the last log does not burn, he will take it personally.

Men are brave enough to go to war, but they are not brave enough to get a bikini wax.

All men think that they're nice guys. Some of them are not. Contact me for a list of names.

Men don't get cellulite. God might just be a man.

Men have an easier time buying bathing suits. Women have two types: depressing and more depressing. Men have two types: nerdy and not nerdy.

Men have higher body temperatures than women. If your heating goes out in winter, I recommend sleeping next to a man. Men are like portable heaters that snore.

Women take clothing much more seriously than men. I've never seen a man walk into a party and say "Oh, my God, I'm so embarrassed; get me out of here. There's another man wearing a black tuxedo."

Most men hate to shop. That's why the men's department is usually on the first floor of a department store, two inches from the door.

If a man prepares dinner for you and the salad contains three or more types of lettuce, he is serious.

If you're dating a man who you think might be "Mr. Right," if he (a) got older, (b) got a new job, or (c) visited a psychiatrist, you are in for a nasty surprise. The cocoon-to-butterfly theory only works on cocoons and butterflies.

Men own basketball teams. Every year cheerleaders' outfits get tighter and briefer, and players' shorts get baggier and longer.

No man is charming all of the time. Even Cary Grant is on record saying he wished he could be Cary Grant.

When four or more men get together, they talk about sports.

When four or more women get together, they talk about men.

Not one man in a beer commercial has a beer belly.

Men are less sentimental than women.

No man has ever seen the movie The Way We Were twice, voluntarily.

Most women are introspective: "Am I in love? Am I emotionally and creatively fulfilled?" Most men are outrospective: "Did my team win? How's my car?"

If a man says, "I'll call you," and he doesn't, he didn't forget, he didn't lose your number, and he didn't die. He just didn't want to call you.

Men hate to lose. I once beat my husband at tennis. I asked him, "Are we going to have sex again?" He said, "Yes, but not with each other."

Men who can eat anything they want and not gain weight should do it out of sight of women.

Getting rid of a man without hurting his masculinity is a problem. "Get out" and "I never want to see you again" might sound like a challenge. If you want to get rid of a man, I suggest saying, "I love you ... I want to marry you ... I want to have your children." Sometimes they leave skid marks.

Men accept compliments much better than women do. Example: "Mitch, you look great." Mitch:"Thanks." On the other side:"Ruth, you look great." Ruth: "I do? Must be the lighting."

Impulse buying is not macho. Men rarely call the Home Shopping Network.

Men who listen to classical music tend not to spit.

Only men who have worn a ski suit understand how complicated it is for a woman to go to the bathroom when she's wearing a jumpsuit.

Men don't feel the urge to get married as quickly as women do because their clothes all button and zip in the front. Women's dresses usually button and zip in the back. We need men emotionally and sexually, but we also need men to help us get dressed.

Men are self-confident because they grow up identifying with superheros. Women have bad self-images because they grow up identifying with Barbie.

When a woman tries on clothing from her closet that feels tight, she will assume she has gained weight. When a man tries something from his closet that feels tight, he will assume the clothing has shrunk.

Male menopause is a lot more fun than female menopause. With female menopause you gain weight and get hot flashes. Male menopause -- you get to date young girls and drive motorcycles.M

en forget everything; women remember everything.That's why men need instant replays in sports. They've already forgotten what happened

Thursday, August 21, 2008


this shit.
is off the chain.

amazing stuff.
got it off huiwen's blog.

go watch it
its worth your time for shore

Wednesday, August 20, 2008


i guess deep down inside.
i really am a emo kid.

i realise that i have alot of plans.
the more down to earth mite call it "head up in the clouds"
and i dun really deny that.
cuz in know my feet still are rooted on the ground in reality with regards to the way i'll reach this plans.
and i realise i expect quite alot.
in a sense im pretty much unreasonable as a person.
its either my way,or it doesnt mean much.

i dunno if this means im unreasonable or just spoilt.
but the thing if achieved is not to my dreams,
i really wunt care too much about it already.
everythin is specific.
everythin has a reason/purpose.

if it cannot serve its purpose at that point in time in my dream,it makes it superflous.
have = have.
dun have = dun have.

i really dun care 2 shits about it anymore.

likewise as it is with alot of other stuff.

in my pursuit of my dreams.
i always keep working fuckin hard to get there.
but then when things dun turn out as planned,
i fall.

and it really pisses the shit outta me cuz so much effort has gone into it.

and now i realise,
that becuz so much of my dreams are based on others.
and the others might not share my dreams of how things should be,

in a sense,
i've condemned myself to fallin hard lots of times by no fault but my own.

on hindsight i dunno whether is juz me being foolish,
or me bring unreasonable to expect certain things,
or being too demanding to expect things to happen and go my way.

all i know,
is that all that im doing at the moment.

has suddenly lost is meaning.
alot of things have lost their meaning.

i dunno what im fightin for already.
i dunno what im working so hard for already.

the textbook answer is that im working and fighting for myself and my future.

but the answer that i need doesnt lie within.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

2 things tad put a smile on your face.

haha the above is juz hilarious cuz its soo true,
it rings in tune with sumthing the 18?19? adws came up with.
when shit comes, it comes in lumps.
now this pic is tragic.
especially since im tryin to lose weight now.
i swear stepping on the scale before the run is a nightmare,
but after the run it looks really good,
but you know after you head back and drink water,
its all gonna come back.
/scream and /sob.
oh wells.
stay focussed.
bit by bit i guess.
i wanna be fitter and slimmer for dec.=)

Sunday, August 10, 2008


juz a thought going thru my head when i was on the way back.

i was juz wondering if there are pple like me out there,
who are fuckin irritated with the life that the live,
extremely annoyed by situations and circumstances with boundaries that cannot be passed,
basically unhappy with the situation as it is.

i dun there are that many.

and thats why there's a lotta rage inside me.

rage not against the world,

but against myself for not daring,not wantin to change it.

fear of the unknown?

more like fear of the known.

fuck this shit man.

sometimes your mind thinks the clearest when you're tired.

mine certainly does.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

time of the year

its that time of the year again,
where i get really emo and melacholy,
and ask myself what im really searching for.

and today i found myself lookin at things from a whole different angle.

i call it the "curse of a family oriented upbringing"

you know we always hear the saying "live a meaningful life"

i believe there's a sayin that goes sumthin along the lines of
"life is not measured by the number of steps you take, but by the footprints you've left behind."

i happen to think that's really true,
cuz i find this whole race quite mindless and meaningless.

and cause im really quite practical,
i know for a fact that there's no way in hell you gonna leave positive footprints in everyone's life,
and thus,

i choose which pple to make and effort for,
and the rest can go suck wind.

sometimes i really wonder what all this rush is for.
as in the rush im in.
the schoolwork and striving to get As (for once in my life i actually care about my grades.o.0),
the working work(pushing sales and justifying my salary and hopin to prove worthy of the path that my boss is already planning for me),my rship(hopin that everything works out),

what is all this rush about.
and then i realise that its down to upbringing.

my upbringing tells me that there is only 1 thing in the world that matters.

and that is family.

you can go thru life a millionaire,and die a pauper in terms of emotional fulfilment.
and when the time comes,i'll probably ask you, so do you think you've done well with your life.
do you think you've lived a meaningful life.

the answer would probably be "yea man,i made loadsa dough"

but if the end consequence that we all arrive at inevitably is that of death,

everything is meaningless eh?

so would you rather die knowing that you made loadsa cash which is all irrelevant now that you're on your deathbed and your ferrari's gonna be given to the nephew who you think is an arrogant prick?

or would you rather die knowing that you've made someone's life really really good.

i picked the 2nd.

personal choice or juz a matter of upbringing?

i doubt i'll ever know.

all i know is that it makes sense to me.

in any case,

everything strings back to this.

why am i studying so hard for..

the reason is simple,
so that i can get a good job, that pays well, that i can buy my house, and create a family of my own, and make them happy.

why am i working so hard for..
to buy my house, to create a family of my own, and to make them happy.

why am i working so hard in this rship..
to create a family of my own, and to make them happy.

gettin the picture now?

so yea,
there goes the logic part out into the open.


sometimes its just so hard.

my girl told me sumthin which i found especially true.
it went sumthin along the lines of,
no matter what you do for anyone,even though you mite not EXPECT anything in return,there is there latent expectation of sumthing in return.

and yea i guess that is true.
everyone wants to feel appreciated i guess.

lets juz give a few day to day examples.

if you msg me, you'll prob expect a reply back rite?

if you're pissed with the world and you slap me and i turn the other cheek, even though you mite slap the other cheek, most likely a few days down the road, i'll be expectin the apology for that very act.

latent expectation i guess.

and this leaves the point thinkin o whether its wrong to expect.

my love isnt just a word, its not an expression, its not an emotion.

its a living walking action that embodies the above and who i am, and the ideals i believe in.

and when you wish to show you care,
if there's a latent expectation within you expecting something in return,
is it wrong?or is it just human.
and if by the above,showing your care is wrong,
then...where is the love.


really feeling dam shitty atm these few days.

summed up in a WoW expression,

at this moment,

i really, honestly,

can't, be, fucked, bothering.


Sunday, August 03, 2008


since everyone seems to think of me as a bear,
albeit as a grumpy one,
i saw this,
and i thought it was dam cute.

and in my typical soppy cmi romantic way,
im the round lil bear,holding onto wad to me,is the the shinest star.=)
no prizes for guessin who that is.=P
in light of the recent events,
i look upon dudley's blog and see a line i relate quite well too.
there's a title/line in the a song..
where did my_______________,i wonder where she _________,
i really _______ so,im calling but _________,
im really feeling everythin that song is saying at the moment.
ice cream if you can guess wad song it is.=)