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WHY do men just disappear??
The biggest peeve is not the fact that men disappear, its the fact that they disappear without warning... its the most terrible feeling in the world to have no closure. To go from hot to cold without warning... its maddening! would even appreciate an email saying that a person's simply not interested and wants to close contact. At least you aren't wondering if the bloke is dead.... Regardless, we always move on; but it never makes it better... just makes us all more cynical.

Cheers!

I hate cos I'm envious

I can't sleep. I think the previous post got me thinking a tad too much. I'll be 26 in 26th Sept. When I was 11, I told myself that I will be madly in love, married and live happy. Time is chasing up on me and I know I can't live up to my childhood dream. 11 was when I first saw a couple making out at the back of the school and people around didn't matter. I stared and thought, I'll get there some day. 5 months to go and I'm no where close. This saddens me. I hate the fact that people say, be patient, your time will come, maybe you should focus on your career, go back to school, move countries, he'll come soon, etc. I hate going to movies with couples. I sit alone with no one but the popcorn bucket to hug. I hate valentines cos I get no gifts. I hate those matching coloured couple t-shirts. I hate PDAs! I hate it when girls say 'my boyfriend bought me this bag/jewelry/car'. I hate weddings. I hate births. I hate the fact that I've forgotten how to smile genuinely.

Fortune Teller Experience:

He wasn't that old, was like my dad's age. Mid 50's maybe. He has a business card too! He didn't find me nor did I stumble on him. A friend who's crazy about the 9th dimension introduced me to this character. The fortune teller lives in a shack, 1 room and that's it. That 1 room was decorated with relics, hand carved statues and manuscripts. He is chinese. I was pretty nervous as it was my first time. He could be phony, I mean what fortune tellers have business cards? Someone who cares about the important element of their visual identity? Or could he be the real-deal and has god's telephone number? Let me rundown to what he actually did:

He asked for the time of day I was born, went through his library and looked at the water, fire, etc elements. Next, was palm reading. Then it was me shuffling a deck of cards. All this went by so slowly and cos he spoke hockien, I was a bit lost. I wished I had google translate with me. I have jotted down most of the things he said and the numbers he gave me. Those numbers were considered as lucky numbers, so I went to buy 4D for two weeks and won nothing (not-so-lucky-aye). He told me I would lose a lot of blood this year, and to avoid that from happening I should donate my blood. I went to the hospital the other day, the nurse took a sample of my blood and I'm not a suitable candidate for blood donation cos of my low blood platelet. That didn't work out well. Instead I came home with a packet of 30 5mg folic acid tablets. He told me my boyfriend is around me and I will come to be aware of it 6 months down the line, that will be in June. So far I have had nothing but really bad dates and dry spells. Hmm, what next, he told me there is someone out to get me, to take me down and ruin my life. I can't think of anyone else but two of my ex bosses. Boy did I hated them so much. Plus job wise, he told me I am working in the wrong country because my talent is put on limitations. There were a lot of other nice things he said, like I know what I want and my future is secured and all. Funny thing is I don't even like my full time job at the mo. I'm always miserable. I tipped him 20 brunei dollars. Maybe tipped is not the word to use? Donate maybe? For him to buy more incense :) Was a rather weird feeling for me.

I'll hit you with something random: Just a week ago, I dreamt of a massive snake, it bit my hair. Last night, I was in my friend's car and I spotted a snake down town. Some passer bys tortured it with bricks and stuffs. Creepy.

Guess Where?

Sorry for the lack of updates, I have been busy. Will fill you in with what's been happening with me soonish. For now enjoy the pics readers, that is if I have any. Anyone?

Halloween Weekend, The night before.

Here are some pics, I'm too lazy to blog. Knock yourself out.

Hottest Halloween costume

Joker and Sarah Palin were last years. Would MJ be this years? or blood-thirsty vamps?

OMG says this year's hottest Halloween costume: Kate Gosselin.
Her wig resembling her amped up, asymmetrical hairdo is now available online ($14.99; www.buycostumes.com). You think I can pull off a Gosselin? The stylish "hairpiece" will make people think I have eight children. Lol

Aside from the hairpiece, that I can do without and still have 8 kids. I could be Octomom, seems easy to full off...I got the locks but I gotta purchase those dolls.

KIDS: Little boy from Up would be a good character for the kids. Easy to dress up. or you could be a sexy scout.
I have no interest on being Jacko, Vamps, Dorothy, Lady Gaga or Potter. Apart of me wants to be preggers and thinks Juno would be a really good character. Seems pretty outdated though. ANY IDEAS? FILL ME IN!

Mid Autumn Festival a wet affair

The Mid-Autumn Festival is held on the 15th day of the eighth month in the Chinese calendar and is celebrated today 3rd October. We held a run in conjuction to this and almost everyone brought their bought or homemade or junglemade lanterns. My lantern was soaking wet as I didn't shut the top of my convertible again. I never really do learn my lesson, do I. I have taken only two pics that night and will upload more once I get hold of better quality pictures. As much as I want to say we ate mooncake under the moon, well, we didn't. Instead we had our mooncakes and laksa under the tent that was squashed up with front runners, snail pace people like us and some fresh blood. A wet affair in BSB's Mid Autumn Run. You must be wondering which function to the blurry effect on my cam. A pro wouldn't tell.
Here is a DIY lantern, the best being showcased that night. If only i had the talent, determination, if only, if only...

The Samba marches on.

It was June 28 2006, late it was that night i remembered. Cold too. I parked my car. Walked to the lounge. Sat on their chunky couch. Their airconditioning unit continued to give me the chills. He was worried as to why i didn't help myself to the food. As to my reply, I recall saying I had food poisoning a day before. It was unfortunate timing but that was what made every second of what happened a life moment. He persuaded me to select a team, from the lounge's massive screen. I ,after a lot of thinking, had picked Brazil. He, on the other hand, without much of a choice, automatically had Ghana. It was the world cup. It was also the day I came to be aware of such global event and it too was our first date. Brazil scored 3 goals and Ghana none. I predicted the victory and in turn the chills were non felt. Three years later, as to now, the chills have started to slowly crept back, breaking my bubble, creating a mess. I had feel, felt, found and forgotten how fragile i was. Tomorrows rain will wash the stains away. But some things in our minds will always stay. Happy silver natal anniversary to me.

A lil' change is good for the heart

This is going to be a blurt out whatever comes to mind post as I am test driving my new layout. Very messy compared to my previous organised lil' compartments if you ask me. I've been m.i.a lately and so have the comments on this blog. So do help yourself with the shoutbox on the left and type in some kind words. I had a long day yesterday as my VW you see on the earlier post died on me. I came home in a tow truck from the skate store. Thanks Ahmad (he's my tow truck driver and he gave me his business card...does that mean he wants me to call him?) Lol...Ahmad was being cheeky on me as he kept bending down to reveal his butt crack. I guess he wanted to do the 'skanky-thong-hanging-out-of-pants' move. The ride in the tow truck was 15 minutes but it felt like one of the longest ride I have ever been on. Ahmad left my car 'topless' in the garage, dad immediately took the keys and tried starting the car. IT WORKED FINE! I felt so sorry for myself that glacierly slow night. This here is my sudden stop, pull the hand breaks as I cruise into bed and park myself next to Mr.Boxster, I mean Bolster.