You know most women dream of the perfect partner...one who rocks their world
Most women dream of a beautiful home with white picket fences...complete with a brood of satan's minions children playing in the garden
Most women would like to have the perfect job with the perfect boss and colleagues who don't piss them off
Most women are constantly looking for that next great shoe or perfume sale
I have had a dream for the past 3 years
My dream is to drink until i pass out
This dream will hopefully be fulfilled in Phuket, which i will be leaving for tomorrow morning
The plan is to go into my birth-day unconscious....so keep your fingers crossed for me
I have a dream
There is this guy who works at the Help Desk in MPH Gurney Plaza. He is super tall...from my hobbit view he looks nearly 7 feet; he has white hair and is balding; even his beard is mostly white; has got a big paunch; and i think he's probably on the wrong-end of 40
And i have the hugest crush on him!
He looks like this big gentle giant and he's just got the most pleasant voice. And with that paunch and white hair he reminds me so much of santa.
There's just something about a man who works around and with books that just drives me absolutely wild!!!
In fact my dream guy has always been a guy who owns one of those quaint, antique bookstores in Amsterdam or something. I imagine it dusty because of how old the books are, and it is filled with first-cover editions and rare collectibles that you couldn't find anywhere else. He probably runs at a loss and hardly has any money of his own, which really wouldn't matter cos we could just live off my money in our small loft above the bookstore.
A man who's passionate about books....*droool*....such a turn! In fact i'm getting all hot and bothered just thinking bout it....
Anyway back to my guy...everytime i am in penang i try to make some excuse to ask him something. And mind you this has been going on for about 4 years now! And every single time he's so accommodating and so gentle and polite..
My friends think i'm crazy cos he's obviously old and all but i can't help it...
Saby, i know you have a thing for older men but this is just ridiculous la!
I wonder if he's married....
Of course he is! He's so old he probably has teenage children!!!
Hmmm.....i wonder if he's happy in his marriage.....
SABY!!!
Heh heh....just kidding.......Not!
For me, my ceiling-dating age would be 15 years older than me. What would yours be? And for the guys, how young would you go?
After spending one horrible week in Penang, i come home to find that my mummy has had a fall.....and no one bothered to tell me about it!
In fact she only told me about it about 15 minutes after i got home.......and that too because i asked her why her eye was all red
Apparently she had tripped over a bucket while drying out the clothes, hit her eye on a steel basket, then fell to the floor where she passed out for a bit. And to make matters worse, after 2 hours of feeling dizzy, she decided to walk to the clinic in front!!!
First of all i scolded her for not bothering to even tell me about it! Then of course i nagged her about walking, of all things, to the clinic instead of calling someone like Dazzie to take her there!
I was just soooo mad i wanted to totally yell at her, not really because she had not told me or walked, but more because such a thing had happened to my mummy.
I felt so so sorry for her.
Apparently her eye was bleeding. I mean i wanted to start crying, but of course being the stupid human i am with the need to 'kawal macho' i decided to scold her instead :(
It just reminded me of the time when my dad had a heart attack and no one told me about it cos i was in penang having my final exams. I know they had my own best interests at heart but my reasoning was that he could have died and i wouldn't have been by his side. She only told me about a week later and that too while i was in penang waiting to go into the cinema. Needless to say i started bawling my eyes out like a little girl smack in the middle of the crowded theatre!
Yes i know i can be such a drama queen, but when it comes to parents i should think everyone would react the same.....
Anyway thanks to all for the calls and messages. I am so very touched. *hugs*
You know i had planned to write a long post on this but since things appear to be getting out of hand, i felt the need to put up a short 'note' on this. And since i am in a rush, forgive my lack of eloquence.
Apparently there have been many many people going around trying to find out this one apparently all-important detail about me.
It doesn't matter that i'm sort of a nice person, have no prior criminal convictions, am not currently in any alcoholic rehab stints, or that i don't look that nausea-inducing if chanced-upon in a dark back alley.
All everyone cares about is whether or not i am still with my EX boyfriend.
???!!!!!!
I tell you if i had a dollar for everytime someone has asked that question in some part of the world (and yes, apparently it's not only limited to this country!), i would seriously be a millionairess la!
If i'm seen with a new guy, it prompts the question cos these cretins want to know if i'm cheating on my EX with some new guy. If i've just met a guy, then he goes around or sends his little minions out to find out if i'm still with my EX.
I mean seriously la....i dont know what kind of women you people meet out there, but you really have to give some people the benefit of the doubt la.
Not everyone is a cheating whore!
I know people are confused as to our closeness and feel that it is inappropriate or impossible for 2 people of the opposite sex who used to date to still be close without any sexual innuendos coming into the picture, but let me just enlighten you a little : it's called being adults!
There are some who have rudely insinuated that we are "friends with benefits", and i bloody resent that! Say what you want to say about me, but kindly keep your filthy mouths off him. He has more respect for me than that!
Not everything is about sex! So get your filthy minds out of the bloody gutter!
Anyway after 3 years of answering this same question over and over again.....
Am i still with my ex?
NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!
It's funny how you can spend years crying over something that happened in the past......carrying it around with you like this big, depressing monkey on your back
A lot of the time, we tend to take things at face value and just assume that someone did something to hurt us. That we were the wronged ones. And then we behave as if the gods have it in for us, that our lives are absolutely miserable and we whine and whinge constantly trying to make sense out of everything
And then we suddenly find out things about the past....the truth behind the actions...the truth behind the incident...and we realise that we were in fact the ones who were to blame. We were the ones who fucked everything up royally.
We 'wronged' someone else
And after the initial shock has passed, you are then filled with feelings of guilt and utter sadness at the fact that you had hurt someone else...someone you loved so very much. And the sad thing is, as much as you wish and pray, you're never gonna be able to go back in time and stop yourself from fucking everything to hell.
Cos deep down you know that it had to happen. That was just how it was supposed to have played out. That doesn't make the guilt any easier....but u know it was meant to happen. Like so many other fucking things that supposedly happen for a fucking reason
But then you think....shouldn't you be the only one to 'suffer' because of your actions? Because of the consequences? Instead of someone else? Why did that person have to suffer as well? And more importantly, how could you have done something like that and spend the next few years being so fucking clueless as to what you've done
And that brings about the most worrying question : What if you do it again and not realise it again?
I mean shouldn't there be some sorta built-in protective mechanism to zap you everytime you do fucking stupid things? So that you stop hurting the people around you...especially the ones you love?
I need to go and live on a deserted island for a bit.......
Praveen this is all your fault! :p Saw the Yaadon Ki Barat video on your site (i loved that movie) and that started me on a Zeenat Aman googling frenzy
This one was from Qurbani....my absolute favvv song!
So I am sooooo very excited about my Phuket trip. Of course i'm totally screwing-over my friends who wanted to go up to penang for my birthday, but i have to say i don't really care. Muahahahahahahahahaha.
Been dying to go for a holiday for a while now, and more importantly been wanting to go back to Phuket since our last trip there was soooooo the awesomeness!
And anyway i will be back by Friday night so the weekend we still get to go either to PD or Genting or someplace nearby. Of course i would prefer Genting la but i don't wanna push my luck :p
However i now have to go on a strict diet/exercise regime if i wanna look good in the many many string bikinis that i plan on buying there.
Which means no more late-night runs to McDs (*sob*); no more idiappam with arse-burning koli curry and magic milo at Sakuntala (which i swear is sooo sweet it could instantly kill a diabetic! But is the best milo you could ever have. In fact we are actually in doubt as to whether it is indeed milo); no more alcohol (which really isn't a problem cos i'm not like this big time drinker or anything *hic*); and no more eating 2 dinners and having several tea and supper sessions.
Worse of all they just opened a Burger King down the road from the 24hr McDs in Bukit Tinggi!!!
Arrrrggghhhh!!
I want to kill myself!!!
Must.....stop.....thinking.....of.....mushroom......swiss...........b..u.rg...er..........!!!!
But i am determined to persevere. Have already planned out a daily (yes...daily..) gym schedule and have appointed Dazzie to be my personal trainer...a decision which instantly came back and bit me in the arse cos the boy has started whacking me.
Yes!!!!!..physically hitting me everytime i mention the words tea, milo and food. Hell i can't even look at food without getting whacked on my arm!!
Then the other day when he came to fetch me for a movie......
Me : Are we fetching your fat friend
Prem : *Gives me a condescending look* Ya.......i just fetched you what
Me : Hoi!!! I bite you k!!!! I meant Kelvin.
Prem : *Whack*
Me : Ouch!!! What the hell babes!!!!!??? What was that for???
Prem : You are in denial!! Part of your training is acceptance of the fact that you are fat. Say it! "I am fat"
Me : I am fat :(
Prem : Well done
Woe is me........ :(
So yes chewren...the Booby one is giving up alcohol, fatty-food and anything else that would add more flab and calories to my already obese-approaching-self for the next one month.
All future meet-ups will have to be conducted at alcohol-free and fat-food-free environments
*sigh*
How i long for another emotional crisis to hit...that oughta take the pounds right off!!!!
