k k k ...got reprimanded by guybrush for biasness after he read yesterday's post. now i have to think of good categories of guys. its going to be tough but i'll try.

On second thoughts, its going to be so difficult I might as well categorise girls.

The Bitch
Ex-girlfriends fall most definately into this category. Rings and smses her ex-bf whenever he is with his new squeeze. Gossips with malice. Snubs people with no value and is a bootlicker. Girls who talk too much fall in this cateogory too.

The Auntie
Interestingly enough, aunties label each other aunties. I know of two such individuals who think the other is very aunty, but the truth is they both are. Unaware of their behaviour. Probably wears purple tops with flowery design. Looks older than they really are. Loud but just an empty vessel.

The Guai Girl
See Decent guy - his girlfriend, except that she will never pounce on him. Squirms when any sexual topic is discussed. Quite boring. Sometimes wakes up early on Sunday morning to help dear mummy do housework.

The Innocent Outer Coating
Has a good mix of male and female friends. Participates in sexual discussion but never hints of any personal experience. Never looks at Durex at 7-11 but surfs the website. Can tell you the difference between Extra Safe and Close Fit. Restraint but has a knack for delibrately breaking rules.

The Easy One
Peppers her speech with F*** and holds her ciagreete at the tip of her fingers. Lights up at every oppourtunity to show that she smokes. S*** is pre-school language for her. Clocking up different guys in bed is like collecting Olypmic gold medals to her, the more the merrier. Is probably stick thin.

The Dumb ones
Do not want to be racist but are probably from a certain darker coloured race. Spends without thinking and is always waiting for pay day by the second week of the month. Everything she does has her bf this, her bf that. Chances are that she has a lot of like minded gfs. Quite a pain to have to listen to them talk.

The Fleeting one
The one all the sore losers one but will never get. Chic and cool but is probably only pining for a certain bastard. Has a million and one activity. Jill of all trades but master of none. Will one day settle for the loser when she becomes auntie.


Thats it. Whatever.

i met like 10 guys over the weekend i came to a conclusion that guys can be categorised into these types:

The Bastard
first category, simple and self explanatory. usually egocentric. girls are but the latest accessories to them. backstabs his other guy friends. The term bastard can be freely used. Girls - do not hesitate to label any one mildly irritating here.

The Boorish Boring guy
Probably from engineering faculty. Does not have a dress sense. Will not look good even he wears oakley eyewear. Do not be suprise if he stinks, as in he really stinks cos he has a baa hu.
Goes into screensaver mode every now and then and has difficulty expressing himself.

The Wannabe
Talks with a swank but speech has grammatical errors glaring in your face. Claims to enjoy wine but is only willing to spend enough money on a glass. Forever quoting unknown sources. Acts as if he knows all but is not that streetwise afterall. Can get irritating.

The one that Talks too much
yakaty yak yakaty yak. non stop. sounds like a creeky casette player at times. There are two sub categories to this category. one makes intelligent talks and you actually get educated from him. the other is plain rubbish, talks about nothing but his experiences and himself. After pretending to engage in conversation with both cateogires, guys in this category can get energy draining.

The sore loser
Makes snide remarks. Very defensive. Fits the mould of guys who get condemn in the forum pages. Stingy with money. Will neve make it big.

The Arty Fart
Some in this category are really passionate about their art. They hold full time jobs but spend every single cent pursuing their passion. The decent ones are admirable. The overengrossed ones are lost in their own world, you wonder if they are martians. An interesting mix of guys.

The family guy
Wants to get married young and have 3 kids. His girlfriend is probably bespected, have straight rebonded hair and has fair skin. Will never agree to pre-martial sex even if the girl pounces on him.

K, i'm getting bored doing this. Can prob go on forever.
Sometimes, when sg girls says sg guys are boring , I disagree cos I do know interesting guys outhere. However, sometimes I look ard and I totally understand where they come from.
Guys. buck up. Stop drawing comparisions to sg girls and show your worth.

sg idol was dissapointing, either that or i need to change my television set. all i heard were weak voices. everyone had a thorougly despondent look. the piano overpowered their voice. most voices sounded naked. everyone kept repeating that they have done their best. hasn't years in sg educational system taught you anything?? doing your best does not count. no one cares if you done or best or not. results. results are absolute. silly contestants, no one remembers your name the next hour the moment you become yesterday's news. and to pay 50cents to call or sms...*takes a big laugh*

hahah , this is what I had for lunch and dinner. "healthy and fun mac donald- you can ask for more veggies too!!" if you read the fine print on the recycled paper they put on the tray. i feel a little like supersize me. the only good thing was that macdonald gave me a big dog. a black one. the one with the super big head and super small body. ok, i admit, that was the reason i went back for dinner,hoping to adopt another dog. but it seems that the dog was not an island wide promotional gimick. whatever. i want another dog.




n yes, i finally resized the pictures. going to take more photos soon. yeah.

hands up if you agree with me the nights have been too warm.
i am a oh-24-degrees-is-freezing-me person, now i turn and toss around at night. i suspect its something to do with my bedsheet. have to change bedsheet soon. on the topic of bedsheets, i love brightly coloured, happy bedsheets. they are important. they make you happy. i hate boring bedsheets.

this is what my current bedsheet looks like now. i do not quite like this though. i like my other one better.




you know what worries me? that the red, green and yellow creatures talk to each other when i'm not ard. in the same fashion that the yusof ishaks talk to each other if you do not keep your money facing the same direction.

Do you think these are nice flowers?




The bid to reduce pixel size does not do justice to my flowers. I think they are lovely flowers.
the flowers are now growing the white fungus like thingy on them, thats because i never mastered the delicate art of drying roses.

hahah, she lost. at first i could not decide if it was a good or bad thing. i later figured it was for the good. save taxpayer's money. we should use the money to like build a new swimming pool or something more frivolous like buying an ice cream cone for the whole of sg. i saw zee's blog and noticed he had very strong patriotic feelings. i do not feel so. take this analogy - your own child is not a performer, so you adopt someone else's child and the child performs exceedly well. would you take pride in it? some might argue that nuture what that matters, but hey, if your genes suck, they stink. but still, i think sg can take heart in the fact that we tried, at least there is still india to compare to, for a country with a billion plus population, they ought to be embrassed at the number of medals they have. maybe in 2008, we will excel, but for now, let us all be brainwashed at how our olympic heros tried their best in the media.

when i started this blog-i decided it was not going to be a rant and my life is miserable blog. my life is not. but just let me do this once.

you say i make you feel guilt. you say i make you remember that you are scarificing a lot and that makes you disgruntled.

i say i am sick if you not being able to confirm anything. i say you are so busy.

u say i want to travel too much.

i say you forget that i'm a salaried worker. i say you forget my life is unexciting.

yes, i itch to travel. commitments i have, but i do not like to over commit. maybe i was never meant to be someone with great responsibilties and make multi dollar decision.

enough said, who wants to go maldive with me over the deepavali and hari raya weekend? or anywhere as a matter of fact.

email me. i now have a gmail account.*struts ard proudly* its the same username as my icq nick.

i'm utterly frustrated. ronald susilo lost his match. i wonder if his citizenship status is at status, and worse still, the media has immediately shifted attention to his girlfriend. so typical. and i cannot install my bluetooth, neither can i install my data serial cable. its frustrating. first, it was because i did not have sp1, which was because my copy of windows is faultly(ahem). I tweaked that but still it sucks. I hate to be defeated by hardware. It does not help when you have only one usb port on your beloved T22. Something then went wrong with my bluetooth license. wtf. i feel like some kind of gizmo idiot when i know i'm not. one more time, this better work...grrr..

dim dum dollies was fantastic! really good! i'm ususally a harsh critic but dim sum dollies was superb. it was witty, no slapstick and darn funny. you have to be local to fully appreciate it. really glad talent like this exist here. i'm promoting for them now, go watch their latest added matinee show next saturaday. its the last one i think. really worth the money, and not to mention that the seats are way cheaper than other musicals/plays. way to do dollies..

today a mother told me that while attending to her one yr old toddler playschool on sunday, she was asked to help paste the moon and stars on the sg flag. she promtly helped her child stick the moon and stars. however, instead of sticking the stars in a circle, like on the flag, she stuck them all in one straight row. the teacher came along and corrected her. the mother was laughing as she retold her tale. i was flabbergasted. it was a travesty to national pride. how can anyone be born, live and call sg your home when you stick the stars in a straight line on the flag. you ought to be shot. the mother later laughed it off weakly when she saw my disgust. and mind you, i'm not talking abt a 60yr old illiterate old woman. the mother in question is a 26yr old, poly educated lady - behaving like a neanderthal.

ouch. i just spend $400 on tickets. ouch ouch. tickets are so expensive! they should make the arts cheaper and more affordable. but i guess its alright, the money will probably dissapear somehow. i never buy programs when i'm a play, i think i should. afterall, however expensive the programs appear to be, its only a fraction of the ticket cost. i'm looking forward to go to more plays, as soon as i find someone free enough to go to weekday plays with me. hands up anyone?