Receeding Airplay! (Reposted)

This is my Friday's post that went missing, the formatting has been toned down, less it dissapear again!

Seems like my comments are dwindling faster than cute guys at the local disco! (It so has been invaded by twinky trolls) But I really shouldn't be upset or anything~ (tho i love to hear from you guys). This blog wasn't meant for gaining "ooh"s and "aah"s from the community. Little girls of all races give me enough of that all the time~ (on thursday at McD's one actually hid behind the counter whiles the rest giggled after she said good morning at 6.30pm).

But Clearly this blog isn't just some online diary for me, (yes, i'm comfortable enough with my macho status to use the word~diary). What I did want from my blog was to allow the friends I truly care about & rarely get the opportunity to sit down and "yam char" (have tea) with to get to know whats going on in my life.

You should be honoured if you are among the selected few I have given my address. Likewise I'm honored by your patronage!

And if you are one of those whose blogs I read to alliviate my boredom and leave oodles of comments on, thank you! There is only so much online comics I can read and get away with!!

Be you a lurker that perves into my life, good on you! I do it all the time too, but I do try to leave comments if I feel the blog is worthy! Let me get to know you too DAMMIT! So atleast I'd know if you wanna know more dirty sex secrets or posts on how to cultivate oil palms in the south!

If you happen to be blog surfing by & happen to bump into this blog, I salute you for reading this far. Everyone tells me I ramble, rant, whine, go on and on and on with no reason or ryhme....... etc

With all the recent news buzz about blogs lately, I can't help but think a Government Official, a kinky goat farmer or a sedatious lawyer is reading this with relish. F off! I mean no harm to others! Go bother Xiaxue! She basks in all attention, positive or negative!

Most importantly this blog is about ME! Me! me! Its how i'm polishing my writing skill & Its how I regain my focus at work. It is also my sick attempt to see what colors appeal to a larger crowd. I really hope I'll be able to read all this a few years from now, with out cringing....

I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
Slip inside the eye of your mind
I wish I could break all the chains holding me
Don't you know you might find
I wish I could say all the things that I should say
A better place to play
Say 'em loud say 'em clear
You said that you've never been
For the whole wide world to hear
But all the things that you've seen
I wish I could share
They slowly fade away
All the love that's in my heart
And so, Sally can wait
Remove all the bars that keep us apart
She knows it's too late as we're walking on by
And I wish you could know how it FEELS to be me
Her soul slides away
Then you'd see and agree that every man should be free
But don't look back in anger
And I wish I could say all the things that I wanna say
I heard you say
Say 'em loud say 'em clear
At least not today.
For the whole wide world to hear
'Cuz you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
Say 'em loud say 'em clear
Take that look from off your face


Lighhouse Family ~ I Wish I knew How It Feels To Be Free
Oasis~ Don't Look Back in Anger

A mess, A mess, what a mess it is to be me....

Duff This! Duff That!

Who is this Duff? I'm Sick of hearing about this Duff person!

On The Ramblings of a constipated tunnel I found the past plain as the nose on my face (tho I do have a very cute nose). The hesistance, the suspision & the freshness. On Confetti In The Wind I was met with the present "jaded bitch on wheels" of present time. Truth be told, Duff is one of the few people I have allowed into my life. Logically inclined, he is famous for coming up with statements like~

Men Are Jerks (Who would have figured the universal truth could be told in 3 words?)

But Seriously, I remember it all too well & I have he pleasure/displeause of knowing him all too well, so why bother posting about the past or present? I wanna dive into the future, to a time where we are younger (thanks to the miracles of science) but wiser (no thanks to reality tv)... This is us at the airport...

AJ: EEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeiik! SAAaaaaaaaaaaaaayanG! Come Gimme a Hug! So long haven't groped your butt lar! Oh My Goat! And what a butt it is!
Duff: Honey Darling~ Its been too long! And yes perfecting my career & discovering my inner peace by developing the perfect body has been good for me. And my love life...*Blush*
AJ: Oh My Goat! Oh My Goat! Did you bring you super sexy hunkalicious Spanish-Brazillian-Arab-Japanese-Chinese Supermodel Rock Star Partner with you?
Duff: You know I did Sista... He is buying you presents~ chocolates & perfumes with his Jamaican-Italian- Brazillian-Korean-Japanese oil tycoon-Xtreme sports buff half-brother. i invited him just for you! (whisper) to oogle at~
AJ: You are the man! *Giggle* If I wasn't so damn happy with my Ruggy, you know I'd find a way to convince them that the local greeting is done in a tongue bathing. My baby would have come to match wits with you too but he er... just came....
Duff ~Rolls Eyes~
AJ: Eeek You Still Got it in you! And stop judging me! You haven't lived until you have had sex on the highway!
Duff: Of course I can still roll my eyes; that and sex on a yatch cruising the Carabean is so much more better, honey!
AJ: Competitive Ho!
Duff: Speaking of competitive Hos... How's wingedman?
AJ: Last months vacations at his Isle of MenMeNMeN was a blast. More like multiple blasts actually... *Giggle* You so have to ride the new Nipple Whip!
Duff~ Rolls Eyes~ I still can't believe his Stepford BF actually bought the bloody island and built it to his blog's every detail for their 10th anniversary... Come, you have to meet him!

And so the days will go. Don't be a gone too long duff, or I will hunt you down with a shotgun...

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life

Well, I've been afraid of changin
Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes bolder
Children get older
And I'm getting older too

Well, I'm getting older too

So take this love and take it down
Yeah, and if you climb a mountain and you turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well, the landslide brought it down

And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well maybe...
Well maybe...
Well maybe...
The landslide'll bring me duff

Dixie Chicks ~ Landslide

Graphic Conceptualization Of My Job (that Blows)

Instead of the usual pointless banter, I tot I show you a graphic conceptualization of what its like to work as a writer in my position.

Since my job blows, here is a song about blowjobs!! Totally unrelated & it is dedicated to all you lazies that bums!

My friend's got a girlfriend
and he hates that bitch
He tells me every day
He says "man I really gotta scratch my dick
In the worst kind of way"

She sits on her ass
He works his hands to the bone
To get himself off atleast twice every day
But she just hands him the tissue & stays at home
Well my friend
You gotta say:

I won't play, I won't play ya, no way
na, na, Why don't you give me a blowjob
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na, na, Why don't you give me a blowjob

Offspring ~ Why Don't You Give Me A Blowjob (AJ's Supports Duff Remix)

Something too close for comfort

Of late, I have been disturbed. Disturbed not only by things in the real world (altho they are pretty disturbing) but those found on blogs. In particular Kitjar & his flow of coments. Not that I hate him or how he coments, but plainly, its the feelings & memories that they bring to mind.

Terms like "a good gay guy is hard to find.." feels really discrimanatory to me. Dammit! "a good guy is hard to find.." would have been really enuf!

In society today, we seem to love labels. And I'm not talking about the Wingedman & his Pandora's Box of goodies! Rather pigeon hole-ing people seems like a pass time, a hobby & a trend that we all either have to follow OR be left behind. To be judge & jury & executioner seems to come all to easy....

But really, its all ok. To change with the times or be left behind, its really a personal choice. Straight or gay, really it is a life changing event, not a choice. The thing I'm trying to talk about here, the story I'm trying to tell, is rather a personal one. Its about my own coming out & how I was introduced to the world of man on man sex.

*Sigh*

Its not easy remembering these things...

To keep it short and simple. My first lover, was my first boyfriend, was my best friend. I still remember that it was the Merdeka of '99 & I was still in college. Yes, a time of exploration & self discovery. I had just broken up with my "girlfriend" of which I went out with for 3 weeks & were officially togather for 3 days, but realized it really wasn't meant to be. The term "indifferent" comes to mind. So does lying skank bitch. But I'm diverting again. At risk of sounding like a bad porn story, here I go...

My best friend at the time came down to visit me in my town as he stayed only about 1 hour away & neither of us had holiday plans. We were talking as we were lying on the bed... Talking about friends, about holidays, about plans etc.... By then I had already fallen for him. I loved the way he made me feel. I loved his company. I loved the things i didnt understand about him.

But to approach the situation, to risk outing myself, to the wrong person, was scary. All the 'what if"s in my mind! Not only would I lose my best friend, I knew my college days would never be the same again.

Regardless. And I do mean regardless, I dived right in & it made for a pretty hot first encounter.... Steamy sex aside, never have I ever felt so understood, so accepted, so NOT alone as in the momment... It almost felt like I was normal. Yes, ALMOST normal, just like all the other people. Dare I say it?

Accepted.

But things didn't work out. I was young & dumb, hadn't even turned 21... Sorry A, you were a much better partner to me than I ever gave you credit for. Thanks for helping me out of the damn closet.

Fast forward a few years later & here I am, sexy hunky bollywood boyfriend, smart sassy goat friend, uber egotistical drama queen (yes YOU, duff) & a whole host of other people I have come to love & accept for who they are. Never again will I go back into the closet, its too dark in there. I hate the dark & I'll continue to live my life the way I want to.

Kitjar is in a really sticky situation. But I have been there before, which gay boy hasn't? What I'm trying to say, despite my charming good looks, karmic good luck & fantabulous friends, I've been you, I've been used, I've been on the evening news.... And to this day, I stil find it hard to deal with my sexuality.

Well good morning, good evening or good afternoon
Wherever you are and whatever you do
A lot of things happening in the world today
Most of them far beyond our control you might say
Perhaps its time we took a pause
And thought about life
And thought about the laws of gravity
And sexuality and humanity
Don't touch that dial
Just try and hear me out for a while

You
I broke you
It's not true
I've been you
I've been on the evening

You
I broke you
It's not true
That I've been used
I've been on the evening news

You've been way too hard
Now I'm a mess
I think we only need one channel less

Could you turn me up please?
Could you turn me up?
That's right

You've been way too hard
Now I'm a mess
I think we only need one channel less
You've been way too hard
Now I'm a mess
I think we only need
I think we only

Break prime time with surprise and lies
You're signed and sealed
With what you see with anybody else's eyes
You're talking the talk
But you ain't walking the walk man
One mike, one camera
And you become an educator
Can I trust you with my own
Give me time to believe
Those with too much power they fall down in history
Yea you might have us hanging onto your every breath
So be responsible
Learn to preserve, protect and respect
Not to destroy
Not to deplore
The angles of truth are so much harder to explore
And living your life is about waiting for the next test
So live for the moment
Cos it never turns out like you expect

Jason Lo~ Evening News

Goat Dammit~ I hate exposing my emo self! Let this be the last of the emo posts!

Aiyah! Arab Season is Over Lah: A Public Service Msg

Dear Readers, I'm sure you all have been bombarded in a thousand ways to be more tollerant of other races & religions. But let me assure you, although it is horribly horribly wrong to hate someone for the color of their skin, there really is nothing wrong with liking someone for the color of their skin, the way they talk or anything like that. I have to acredit Yasmin Ahmad of Sepet fame for instilling this idea into my head.

On Sunday, I went down to KLCC (Tallest Building in the world) with my goat friend with 3 objectives
1. To work out at the gym
2. To oogle at an old friend in an obscure magazine
3. To oogle at Arab Boys & anything else worth looking at in KLCC.

The first two objectives were met without a hitch. But the third, was harder to fulfill. High expectations will do that to ya. You see 2 weeks ago, during my bi-weekly 'man hunt' I was treated to some really really cute-hot-hot-hunka-licious specimens of Arab boys. Mmmmmmm... just like the perfect dried date, spoting a perfect Arab boy is delighful.

Long curly locks, deep-set piercing eyes, perfect pout lips, spiky crew cut, mournful puppy-dog eyes, sweet-sneer-you wanna-conquer... (OMGoat i'm partially describing my baby) But when you have a whole bunch of them, you really can let your mind wonder...

"I wonder what his kisses are like? 16-20? Bubble-butt? How did he get those scars? Are those two brothers (yum yum) or lovers (double yum yum)? Boxers or briefs? I bet he likes doggy.... If I tasted his lips, would they taste of his coffee or his dunhill? I bet he is an attentive lover.....I wonder if he will do it on the balcony? Will he moan like a women when I blow him?"

Unfortunately the weekend orgy-sighting was not meant to be. I realized this when Wjee, of Dildo Monologues Fame (check the link out on the side) came by to visit me, & after I explained my intention, he said "Aiyah! Arab Season is Over Lah"

Mournfully, I hanged about for another 20 mins, reading my mag making sure my Goddess was right before going home on the LRT. Damn. My Goddess is *Always Right*.

Horrible but true, Malaysia in a way has benefited from the prosecution that Muslims (especially Arabians) have recieved from the rest of the world. During the hot months when the arabs wish to escape their country, they can come here without fear of being labelled a terrorist, enjoy the shopping, and the local dishes (not talking about nasi lemak baby!). Sure they have to put up with a few pervy stares from the likes of AJ and friends but who doesn't?

Did I finish my day out on a low note? No Way! On the LRT I bumped into 2 smooth-bright-eyed twinks engaged in a passionate debate.. ~which I can only assume is about "who gets to bottom first when they get home".

And as I arrived at my condo, I saw the sexy-chilli-red-sports car-with-diplomatic-corps-number-plate-and-more-importantly-equipped-with-super-hunky-eyes-as-big-as-saucers-and-facial-bone-structure-to-kill-for-less-than-30-arab-boy-in-the-driver-seat. I definately went home content. Sometimes if you want it bad enuff...

(Arab) Boys, (Arab) boys, (Arab) boys
I'm looking for a good time
(Arab) Boys, (Arab) boys, (Arab) boys
Get ready for my love !

Sabrina~ Boys (AJ @KLCC remix)

Yes! I can be shallow too! Not everyday is about saving the dolphins!

Revenge of MiMi

Mariah Carey Fans BackOFF! This is not about your favourite air brushed diva finally cornering Madonna & stabing her with one of her many hidden salamis but....

Mimi the graphic designer that hasbeen driving me nuts & in turn I drive her nuts. She has figured a new way to envoke her revenge on me. 2 days ago she was doing a shoot with some cut fruits & she so happen to *accidentally* drop half an orange behind the super mega heavy drawers, that are impossible to move. Yeap its was begining to stink & I was casually informed by someone else that she won't be coming in today and *Oh BTW Mimi said she droped half an orange behind your drawers*.... Smart bitch!

I had to resort to taping a fork to the end of a ruler and stabing the putrid fruit less it further stinks up the place. Sure she has helped me clear up the work load & clean out the filing, but damn! I'll be so happy when September ends! Cos thats when she leaves us. But I don't mind having another free lancer about to bully....I wonder if asmadi is free to be Er.. er.. er... tortured (torture being the most subtle way I can think how enjoyable it is to work with me)

Summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
Greenday ~ Wake Me Up When September Ends

AJ: Laughing & Shyting

There are two main ideas I wanna type about today, first one is hilarious. Second one is euphoric.

First One
Yesterday Kiki & I had a project to send out.
AJ: Kiki, how big is the file? can we copy it on to a floppy?
Kiki: Yes, I think so. It only about 110kb...
(2 radios blaring chinese & rap music)
AJ: Sorry, I couldn't hear you. Did you say kb or gb?
Kiki: kb! KB!
AJ: Sorry?
Kiki: ITS IN KIGA BYTES!
AJ~ Bursts out laughing....
I may be deaf & I may be wrong to laugh, but atleast I know kb stands for & I was really nice about explaining it to her. I deserve brownie points dammit!

Second One
Last night I found my sleeping niche on my baby. You know, that one position where you can sleep on someone & you just fit into the shape of his/her body. There could be more than one, but it really doesn't matter cos you don't feel like moving. I thought I had lost that space forever. I thought I didnt need it any more, thanks to pillows & bolsters. Its a good thing I was wrong... But still... I'm scared shitless...

Oooh, life goes on, and it’s only gonna make me strong
Its a fact, once you get on board say goodbye cuz you can’t go back
Oooh, it’s a fight, and I really wanna get it right
Where I’m at, is my life before me, got this feeling that I can’t go back
Leanne Rimes ~ Life Goes On

Vindicated

You know you have been blogging too much when the word verification start making sense to you...

pujjhbt - a small northern indian boy....(punjabit)

isheoei - what happens when you drink too much... (i'm so high!)

xhnyzvns - the next proton car (Xwhinyvan- this is SO a possibility)

lcxsbnv - the fetish of licking of perfume during sex (Lickyxsbody)

hxowwhfwn - Flat rice noodles stir fried with alcohol (chowXOhorfun)

So do you sit and wonder why

It didn’t turn out right for you?

If you don’t go back on your words,

Why do words go back on you?

Drops Of Jupiter~ Unnamed Song

Same-Same But Different

Work is begining to pile & I don't have much time to spend blogging (sorry for the lack of comments). On the bright side, this means I have to post shorter, more condensed & wittier posts.

Yesterday, one of my workmates, doing the filing at my desk got so flustered from my so-called noisy music & lack of space~ (cranberries rule!)

Mimi~ Aiyah! Your table is too SMALL for all these files.

AJ~ No-No... The table is just fine, its the files that are too big....

Mimi~ What do you mean?

AJ~ Just think about it ok? I believe you are smart enough to understand...
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WTF?

What the hell did I mean? Nothing really... I just wanted to focus on filing rather than bitching about everything else... Snigger....

On a similar topic, my sister-in-law wears lacy bras & semi transparent tops to get the attention from her team and when she catches them staring at her tits, she gives them "the look", which ends up with her team feeling guilty and working harder. I know it gets the job done, just like spouting nonsensical drivel. She won't admit it, but I know its why she wears em...

Same-same, but different.

Don't listen to what people say, its more of how they say it...

Confusion never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna, come back and take you home
I could not stop that you now know

Coldplay~ Clocks

Bloody Workmate

From my overloaded weekend, my monday started with my workmate trying to poke fun at my misery.... and she had to actually poke my shoulder. and she had to have a cut on that finger that she didnt notice. Not really all her fault.... I had to wear my only white shirt today.....

The consequences? I had to wash it out in the toilet. And I had to wear my slightly wet shirt..... Is this reason enuf for me go on MC tomorrow? LOL

Funny how I always stain my white shirt.... Once it was coffee, then there was cum...

AJ Overbooked & Lazy

Yeap, its been one hell of a week for me. For anyone who met me up, I'm truly sorry for being totally out of it.... But my plan failed.

Long time a go, I devised this idea whereby I divided my free time into time slots. Every day, after work is 1 time slot and the weekend has three time slots. By simply dividing the time up between family, friends & ruggy, I tought I could achieve some sort coherent schedule. Boy was I wrong!

Overbooked, here are some highlights of my weekend:~

Emotional Lecture
Friday evening I had classes, to demostrate the effectiveness of emotions, the lecture decided to talk about grandparents, which got me thinking that my grandfather has been gone for about a month now. No, I won't be able to spoil him rotten anymore.

Pretty Fly for a White Guy.
Not that I'm white, but when I met my old U-mates in Bangsar, I stood out like a sore thumb. You see they were indian & I being a lighter skin tone, well it attracted a lot of attention. The stares from the Bangsar Boys gave the vibes of "you stupid bitches, why must you waste your time with this pale dude when you can be having a a hot hunk dose of my dark meat." But even so, we were discussing our lives and how far apart each of us has diviated from our original course, and where we are heading. I couldn't help but wonder, where am I heading?

Work It Out.
Not the gym but working on saturday morning was out of the ordinary, I had to actually work! Something was a buzz in the office but noone who actually knew anything was talking. Which dilligent worker, dilligent at blogging that is, wouldn't stop posting for one day and try to get some real work out?

Bye Bye Mr American Pie.
Duff isn't American but Planet Hollywood was. Sort of his farewell party, but this one I bombed misserably. Everyone was so eargerly chatting where as I could barely concentrate on the subject matter at hand. At times my mind totally drifted away. Maybe it is easier to deal with by not dealing with it? Duff was wise to have his farewell dinner with me much earlier.

Only Cooked Sushi Please!
Sunday Brunch at KLCC involved staring at rotating dishes of food. My indonesian friend was mixing pleasure with business as we discussed the goods that could be exported out of Malaysia and the fact that I introduced her to the cooked sushi. I like to know any animal I eat is really dead & really cooked. So does she, that and tapping my mind for any potential ideas I may contribute to her success. But what got my mind reeling was that I have never herd her talk about business & stuff like that before. Times are a changing.

Typical Wedding Chinese Dinner, Not.
Sunday Night I attended a wedding dinner, with most of the typical finishings, bride in pink fluffy can can dress, porkless dinner spread, sparking apple juice pouring ceremony, giant plastic cake, half a table of strangers I didnt want to get to know & the other half I already knew but didnt want to know more about. Then, out of nowhere, came the Indian Garland Ceremony. The grooms father's best friend was indian so he added a touch of his culture to make the ceremony. I couldn't agree more. It was beautiful~ A chinese bride in that pink dress with a half meter long garland of jasmines, roses etc hanging from her neck as she walked. Only in Malaysia!

Throw in a couple more meals, wondering about shopping complexes aimlessly, waiting stupidly, phone calls from parents, calling to confirm & cancel plans, talking to my darling tied up with his own shit load and you may come to the conclusion that is the my frenzied mind. If you think I managed to fit everyone in, you are wrong. I left out one good friend's birthday celebration. That and any resemblence of celebrating my late-grandmother's favourite Mid Autumn Fest.

Some say I'm lazy and will never grow up. I just can't help but want to be able to breathe. To not worry about where I have come from & where I am going. Not to think of my father's whore or my mother's arthritis. Not to think of my ridiculous dental work I need & the classes I need to take. Not of the friends leaving scars in my soul & returning only to rip the stitches open. Not to think about the books I need to read & articles I have to research. Not the bills I can't pay and the various government (and non government) agencies I have to chase. Not the lover that can't be by my side. No, not at all. I want to breathe, but really I'm too lazy, aint I?

I brought you something close to me,
Left for something you see though your here.
You haunt my dreams
There’s nothing to do but believe,
Just believe.
Just breathe.
Another day,
just believe,
Another day,
just breathe
Another day,
just believe,
Another day.
just breathe.

Telepopmuzik~ Breathe

Its Monday, just another day & what a day it promises to be...

Bonus Post~ True Story

This is a horribly true story.

Yesterday, my workmate was playing some horribly moaning and whining music that sounded like a man moaning about how he burnt his house down & lost all his girl friends cats. It went on for about 15 minutes and then I turned to her~

AJ: What music are you listening to?

Kiki: I'm not sure. I click this channel called Smithsonian Blues... and they were playing this stuff

AJ: What were you expecting?

Kiki: I tought it was a whole channel dedicated to my favourite boy band....BLUE

*Needless to say I laughed hysterically for the next 15 mins....

Jackie Chan doesn't fLIE

This morning as I was contenplating what to blog about I herd Jackie Chan on the Malaysian airwaves! He was being interviewed by Shaz, one of Mix fm's smartest DJs and of course her idiot bumbling sidekick Richard. Not that I hate the bugger but his lack of originality & childish humour is just predictable. Here was the first part of the interview, not verbatim:-

Shaz: So Jackie, I heard that you drove all the way from Singapore to KL this morning?

Jackie Chan: Yes! I...I.. rurve to dlive! I rurve to drive the car all over.

Shaz: Do you enjoy driving on Malaysia's highways?

Jackie Chan: It was so.. so.. gleen! I like gleen! So beautiful and glean... Malaysia's highways are so gleen and they make me feel good when I drive....

As I was sitting in my car, in the barely moving traffic, on one of Malaysia's "less green highways".... I thought and bitched to myself~

OH SELIOUSLY! Who is he kidding? The dlive flom Singapore to KL takes about 4 hours, not incrusive of the morning lush hour tlaffic & finding his way to the damn ladio station... burlied in the middle of the jam! What gleen would he actually see from 5-8 am (assuming he got to the studio at 8)?? Barly anything? He is one hell of a actor/stunt man but when it comes to lying, he sure could do a better job... Maybe thats how he got caught having an extramarital affair...

I know I just defamed one of Hong Kong's most famed & favorite stars, but WTF~ He deserves it! I like his movies & I don't mind him flooding our shopping malls with his own brand of "gym", but I have to draw the line. There were also other things he said that really sounded too absurd eg "I hate holidays". Who in their right mind really hates holidays, besides the grinch & KFC staff? It felt like he was trying to take me for a ride. He, like Bush & Malaysian politicians, thinks they can get away with lieing, are we dumbasses believing every single piece of crap they feed to us? I miss Dr M, one of Malaysia's true heroes...

Everybody was kung-fu farting
Those cats were dumb as cardboard lining
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they lied with expert timing

Kung Fu Fighting (Full of shit Remix)

AJ Believes in the Tooth Fairy

Ruggy: Do you believe in Santa Claus?

AJ: Not Really... But the Easter Bunny & The Tooth Fairy are definately out there.

Ruggy: How so?

AJ: A Pink Bunny Hiding Chocolate Eggs all over the place, how can you not believe in that? And the Tooth Fairy has gone Corporate & only gives the money to dentists. Besides I know the Tooth Fairy personally.

Since I can remember, any visits to the dentist would have me cringing in fear. I would spend hours trying to make up excuses so I wouldn't have to go to see that mean ol person with the evil drill!

Who isn't affraid of the dentist?
Who likes being told to open as wide as possible as someone sticks big fat sausage like objects in his/her mouth?Okay, so there maybe are those who enjoy this aspect of it dentistry but the drills & the smell of teeth being grinded?
I cant imagine anyone that does.

Fortunately yesterday's visit to the dentist was less dramatic. Instead of the intense anticipation of fear for the dentist, I was calm and collected. A lot of this most prolly has to do with the fact that the dentist is one of my bestest friends.

Well basically he poked, he proded & he drilled. And because it was scaling, I lost a considerable amount of blood. But it wasn't so bad because I trusted him.

Make no mistake. He is evil & vile is he! He is a goat. And he is as bitchy as all the other fairies. One dental occasion, whiles doing a x-ray, he actually dropped the bloody x-ray cone on my nose! He then proceeded to laugh, really loud. But apparently that wasn't enough to make up for all the suffering I have caused him because he called in the nurses to laugh at the spectacle that was me, sedated and trapped under the x-ray machine. I still have a bump on my nose & a tinge of resentment leftover from that incident.

Still, there are very few people I trust more than him. We have been friends for the most longest time, and I don't see any end to the friendship. We argue, we squable, we attack each other but yet we stay close.
It could be because noone else will be friends with us...
Or because we enjoy each other's company too much...
Or because everyone else is scared of us....
Or I enjoy the cheap dental benefits...

Either way I believe this friendship will last. I can imagine myself, age 80 poking him with my walking stick as we sit on our rocking chairs bitching about how Wingedman's Island of MeNmeNMeN is closed for renovations....

I don't believe that magic,

Is only in the mind

I don't believe i'd love somebody

Just to pass the time..

But I believe in you

And I believe in you...

Kylie Minogue ~ I Believe In You

Whats better than the twin factor?

I have a confession to make to the blogging public. I have a twin fetish/fantasy... So what could be better that twins?

?

?

According to Confetti in The Wind the answer would be triplets! Three super hot hunks eager to milk their birth status for all its worth (oh my goat! I so drooled over them!).

But recently Fear Factor, the show where unbelievably hot "typical americans" go on to stick their heads up a bulls arse whiles juggling granades and eat cat puke, provided a whole new perspective for me~

Two sets of HOT HOT twins! (notice how I use caps and repetition to denote how HOT HOT they were?)

I only caught the later half on the episode (curse my bad timing) but the two sets of male twins were like passing flirtatious comments about each other. And the way they were leaning on each other was just too arousing. But my real downfall was one of them lost their pants during a stunt. Really what kind of stunt involves loosing your pants? It may all be well staged, as sad as reality TV can be but I can think of a few stunts I like to see the twins compete in!

Joe: Thats an interesting idea but I find it hard to visualise, care to demonstrate a lil?

1. Turkish Snow Wrestling. (Oh yeah! In Their Boxers !!)

The object of the stunt is for both twin to over turn their opponents & unhook a flag hidden in their opponents butt crack. With all that oil, snow & butt grabbing, somebody is bound to loose their trunks! And their nipples willl be so pokey in the cold! That would be certainly one cold dish that will heat me up.

Joe: It may look like my hands are always cold but I'm really playing with myself...

2. Cuffed Double Body Surfing. (Slip & Slide Babies!)

Both twins will be handcuffed and will have to hold on to rope whiles being dragged over a wavy sea. Which ever pair of twins holds on the longest wins! *It would be important to point out to the teams that they can hold on to each other with their legs or whatever else possible. And yes once again this stunt allows for trunks to "slip off" due to the unexpected force of the waves.

Joe: I may act butch but really I'm as flexible as these glasses...

3. Sundae Eating Competition. (I have a sweet tooth for sweet thangs!)

Rather than the usual gross non-food items (totally a turn off), wouldn't it be cooler if they had to eat icecream/ chocolate syrup/ peanuts/ whipcream & caramel & cherries? No? What if I said they had to eat it off each other's almost naked bodies... & of course lick it clean! (Its ok to drool, noone will judge you)

Yum Yum... that would be one fear factor food challenge I wouldn't mind joining in at....

Joe: Thats right. After each show I get to personally spank the losers.

Thats sugarcane that tasted good.

Thats cinnamon, thats Hollywood.

C'mon, c'mon no one can see you try.

That sugar cane that tasted good.

That's who you are, that's what you could.

C'mon, c'mon on no one can see you drool

REM ~ Imitation of Life (edited)

Drops of Jupiter

Fairly recently, I have been browsing Juice, the author who is so crazy madly in love with Drops Of Jupiter (and shoes). I must say I have listened more carefully to the lyrics & enjoy following her blog. Although I can't relate to her love for shoes... Her style & flair always makes for a decent read! I enjoy reading about her life from her perspective (Damn she is must be so different, yet alike). So now when ever I hear this song, I think of her & try to imagine what kind of girl she must be! The fact that the song mentions Jane is a plus too... This one's for you babe.

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there

Now that she’s back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there’s time to grow, hey, hey

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
I’m afraid that she might think of me as plain ol’ jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you’re wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone
Conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way

Train ~ Drops of Jupiter

If YOU were a song, what song would it be?

Secrets of the Cosmos

This morning I woke up dismall as usual. So instead of whinning, I want to share one the secrets many of the cosmos with the human race. Yet unknown to the inhabitants of this planet (most of them anyways), the grand design of Earth was actually woven with the threads of higher purpose...

"Narcissistic humans are so predictable, thinking of themselves as individuals, thinking they, for their fragile bodies & lesser minds are the masters of this planet & trying to unravel the secrets of life.

Bestowed with the gift consciousness, yet they are unable to comprehend the big picture. They think they own this planet & can do whatever they want. In truth they are like pieces of fruit in jelly, the fabric of the universe holding them in place just as the gelatinous colloid suspends the juicy morsels. But just like recalcitrant fruits, humans are too stubborn to see their actions are disrupting the very balance that keeps the planet; the true organism from total destruction. Can they not feel the inherent energy that bind them to the clouds in the sky, the sands of the deserts and just about everything on this planet?

We have waited long enough…

With the trials successful, we are ready for the next stage. It has been so mundane watching the rise & fall of civilization over & over. An erratic pattern followed over & over again. To observe a whole planet only to watch its very particles evolve to devour itself, its own home like cancer consuming a body was dull. Very predictable. But what is humankind if not predictable? Their emotions depicting their every action & deeds.

But tomorrow we move on the next phase. We will bring torture and torment to this planet like they have never known before! We will have them keeling over in fear & hiding the darkest corners. And when they realise what has been done, they will be powerless to refuse!

Go now! Go forth my lovelies & spread the horror!"

~ The very first direct sales motivational speech

Seriously, over the weekend I built a time machine & visited the past. Rather than watch dinosaurs die or try to understand the meaning of life, I visited the first MLM conference & recorded the words of the Devil.

*Yawn* Back to work.

AJ~ Accidental Slut (Or so I claim)

Accidental-sluttyness is really a non-state of mind thing. It happens when your sexuality overflows. Oozes whiles you are not concious of it.

Last weekend when I went clubbing with Duff, Wingedman & friends, we were first in a club with lots of icky men. Its not that we are super hot or anything....(actually we are super-duper hot hot hot) But the point is, none of the clubbers there really stirred any excitement in our pants. Nope. Not even a flicker.

So we moved on to the next club, crammed with hot-hot-hotties. Hot shirtless hotties. Yumm... But it was so packed that I had skin-on-skin body contact with more people that night than the whole year. I don't touching other people but more importantly I like DECIDING WHO I TOUCH! not the other way around.

Yeap! It was there that my butt was squeezed needlessly! (needlessly because my butt is squeezed often enough by a certain someone).

The first time I was just dancing (more like squirming), and the usual flow of hands were going over my body & butt. Suddenly I felt a hand stiffen and grab a chunk of my fleshy behind. I turned to catch the offending bitch but it was too late.

The second incident I invited needlessly. As I proceeded to the gents, there he was this hot tanned malay twink, shirtless & glowing. I couldn't help but focus my attention on his brown nipples. So as I slipped by, he let his hand slide over my ass & cupped it a bit. This one I had to forgive... Maybe because it was flattering & enjoyable.

Sometimes I do catch myself giving unneccesarily slutty stares. At the wrong people even. The other day in my copy writing class, as I was concentrating on the subject matter, I began to put my pen to my lips playfully and rolled it over my lower lip ever so little. I bit on my lip to concentrate whiles i twirled the pen in the air with the most fluid of motions. Then I started nibbling on the tip to help me concentrate. It was then I realized that it would seem that I was hinting to the lecturer I wanted to blow him... *WTF* how did that happen? It was then I tought I of all the times where I ~may~ have been accidentally slutty.

I use "May" very strongly cos I often do protray a slut in clubs, just because its more fun than being boring ol' anal retentive me....

The point is, having too much sex appeal can be a dangerous thing. I always try to use the come-fuck-me stare to my best advantage but some times it has a mind of its own. I have attracted undesirables & I have been molested before. It it not funny. It is not fun. But like many an unsuspecting bimbo, when not careful I (and most prolly you too) ooze with sex appeal.

So, when was the last time you think you *MAY* have been a accidental slut?

Automatic supersonic hypnotic funky fresh,

Work my body so melodic,

The beat flows right through my chest,

Everybody ma and poppy came to party,

Grab ma' booty,

Work your body, work your body,

Let me see you 1,2 step

Ciara~ 1,2 Step (edited)

Toilet Troubles

No No No... Not the runs. I'm not purging. Not detoxifying. I'm not making cakes in the loo. I'm not even doing my impression of a chocolate Mr. Softie Machine... *I AM* participating in a toilet testing excercise.

I may have mentioned the toilet testing before. Yeap, its where the company makes full use of its facilities & employees to makes sure products that live up to its claims. Now we are testing this blue disinfectant product.

The packaging on the product says atleast 1000 flushes.. and everytime we flush, we are suppose to mark it down. There is even a "toilet frequency chart" & pen in the toilet with my name (and the rest of of the office) on it.

You be amazed by how bored some people can get in the toilet & the evidence they leave behind. I'm not talking about cum stains or anything like that. For the artist in everybody, the frequency chart becomes an outlet to leave impressions on this world/messages for others in forms of chinese characters, drawings etc.

I like drawing fish. The graphic designer prefers the days of the week in characters. The product exec does geometric shapes. I can only imagine them painstakingly writing on the chart as they are taking a dump or peeing? But it looks like I have brought it all to an end.

No! I would never report them to the boss cos they entertain me (that and the fact I would be implicated too).

Unfortunately, yesterday as I was completing my master piece I flicked too hard & the pen took a trip across the toilet floor. EWW Now its leaking (the pen, the toilet has always been leaking) & there are blue marks everywhere, which I will blame on the toilet flush product.

I always wondered what happens when girls flush their pads down the toilet? Does the water turn purple? I know but the water does turn green when you pee into it.... I can't can't really go around asking the girls in the office, especially during that time of the month... OR CAN I?

*Ask me that frickkin' question again! Go ahead I dare ya!!

AJ~ He is so Vain!

And they say..
She's so Lucky

She's a star
But she cry cry cries in her lonely heart
Thinking, if there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?
Britney Spears~ Lucky

This is a little over dramatized post. If you really wish to proceed, you may wanna really concentrate.....

I have been blessed with some of the hunkiest lovers and bestest friends. Even my family is actually more supportive than they really need to be. But stil, there are days when they make me cry. Not full out "little girl boo hoo hoo~ I want my Ruggy" but rather they make me more emotional than I need to be.

Yesterday, I was suppose to have dinner with a dear friend. He had an earlier appointment so we were suppose to meet at about 9, when his meeting was over.
at 6.53 the first sms read~ call you when I'm done
at 9.00 the next sms read ~ sorry going to be a late, about 9.30-10.00
at 9.41 the next sms read ~ still not done yet, hope you havent eaten your sister in desperation
at 10.00 the next sms read ~will pick you up 10.30 at latest dude...sorry about it
at 10.58 he finally calls and asks if I'm still up to go out...

OF COURSE NOT!

Irregardless of being so tired out from work that I had problems walkin in a straight line, I was so tired (I actually concentrated and didn't blog till after work.. LOL). What really got to me was the empty promises. If you know you are more than likely going to be stuck for a long time, just call it off! I'm not that special! I can eat dinner alone! I could have made other plans! I could have gone to bed early.

But NOoooOOoo! I had to be nice & wait. I had to watch TV & wait. Drew Carey, The Grimm Adventures of Billy & Mandy, Friends, Desprate Housewives, MTV's battle of the sexes, Tru Calling & Friends again. Yeap. I spent a good total of 5 hours (possibly more) in front of the TV waiting... Waiting... Waiting hungrily! I was dead tired. I was cranky from the lack of food, but I waited.

During the course of my TV marathon, there were a few really lame Adds. I think one featured this mother working at home & talking about Malaysia's. I was so touched, tears escaped from the corner of my eyes. Then there was this other add, same theme, and more tears rolled down. DH's Carlos goes to jail- Sob Sob Sob. Tru Calling's Tru talks to her father- Sob Sob Sob. And so it went for the whole night, I sat alone in the comfort of my home crying at the silliest things. So by the time I got the call at 10.58 I told him I was too tired from waiting and will just eat some plain bread & sleep.

I'm not so angry at him for being so late but I'm more angry at myself for being so so stupid/trusting to wait for someone for so long, fruitlessly for that. Make no mistake, the TV wasn't that sad. I was so hungry that I lost control of my emotions. Some times people don't get it. They make other people wait so long with empty promises to the point they get so angry with themselves for believing in other people & go to bed hungry!

Ugh! I hate being angry at myself. I hate waiting stupidly! The worst part is, it has been happening all too often. Last week it was Ruggy & I told him off. The day before that it was my sister. I'm sick & tired of waiting because of empty promises. So what if they had unescapable circumstances? I waited stupidly because of empty promises, they didnt. I'm going to have to be more Duff-like and screw people that make me wait pointlessly & do what ever it is by myself. They can't respect me, they can't respect my time. Respect seems to be truly missing from my life.

I have a right to be pissed off don't I? The only reason that I waited in the first place is because spending time with these people is fun, calming & makes me happy! But it was not to be!

From the very first time I rest my eyes on you,boy
My heart said follow through but I know now
That I’m way down on your line
But the waiting feeling’s fine

So don’t treat me like a puppet on a string
Because I know how to do my thing
Don’t talk to me as if you think I’m dumb
I wanna know when you’re gotta come,you see

*i don’t wanna wait in a vain for your love
’cause summer is here
And I’m still waiting there
Winter is here
I’m still waiting there

Like I said
It’s been three years since I’m knocking on your door
And still I can knock some more
Ooh boy,ooh boy,is it crazy look,i wanna know now
For I to knock some more,you see

In life I know
That there is lots of grief
But your love is my relief
Tears in my eyes burn
Tears in my eyes burn
While I’m waitin’
While I’m waitin’ for my turn,you see

Like I said-
I don’t wanna,i don’t wanna
I don’t wanna,i don’t wanna
I don’t wanna wait in vain

Annie Lennox ~ Waiting in Vain

UGH! I'm still retaining anger!

Heading South

I really have some lucid dreams. Sometimes my imagination escapes me & flies to far away cities for long distance adventures. Fueled by literature, there have been times I have walked amongst the grand mansions of "The American South"....

If you were to read my last meME, you would see that I wanted to visit New Orleans in all its old world- rebuilt in a new world splendor. The city has always been so lovingly & so luciously described in pictures & print. Looks like that dream has to be either postponed 'till the rebuild the city. Even then it will never be the same again.

F**K my imagination. F**K my ideal holiday. A whole city has been destroyed. What is more distressing is the lack of humanity that was displayed. My prayers go out to New Orleans & the rest of the world. We have screwed around with Mother Nature too much...

Doesn't anyone else see the signs?

AJ's facination with goats~ a pictorial journey

"Just like everyday, this is as good as it gets"
- Anne Hathaway, Princess Diaries

Thats how I felt this morning as I looked into the mirror & hoped for someting better. But I suippose, in REAL life, we all have to work had to get what we want. That aside, let me explain my facination with goats a bit. My best friend-ex is known as The Goat due to certain traits which I will try to explain with pictures of goats. Needless to say, this is of my few outlets of coping with boredom.

Being the first animal to be domesticated, the goat has played numerous roles thruout history. Goats can be found climbing the Alps, muching away the Australian bush & many a goat farm. Historically, sailors leave goats on islands that they stop at so they would have something to eat on their way back. Anyone who has ever munched on mutton knows a good goat is hard to find. Interestingly, a hard goat is good to find too...

This is your typical monotonus goat, commonly found on goat milk bottles & goat milk soap products. Pretty isnt she? But don't be fooled by that "senyum kambing" (goat smile in malay). There is more to goats than meets the eye.

Another goaty trait as suggest by this picture is bleating. Although most goats go "meek" "meek" "meek", the goat I know does more of a "baa" "baa" "baa". Some say he is unique, others think he is just difficult.

Goats driven by inherent traits can be all too "the drama queen". This lil fella for example is a fainting goat, a special breed of painted goat that muscles freeze up causing it to tip over each time it is scared or excited. Yeap, even at feeding time, the first thing a fainting goat does is to take a tumble...

This is an African Pygmy Goat. The name of the goat itself is a mouthful. On a "totally unrelated issue", lately there has been an increasing occurance of unnatural sex acts involving goats in Africa... Look at those full hips & tell me you can resist the urge.. To poke fun at it...

After the long abandonment, Australian Ferral Goats, just like this one, have developed their own style and unique look. Think of it like a cuddly panda, only with evil horns, menacing hooves & eating everything in sight...

Goats can be glamourous. Although they may look like sheep from a Disney cartoon, these are actually are dyed angora goats. Notice how easy it is to get them into a submissive position with some Hay.

This is the original mountian goat from the saying "agile as a mountian goat". Unfortunately licking anti-freeze wont help it skip over parking lots or avoid traffic. Maybe goats weren't meant for big city life?

This is a little disturbing. A kid with a beard. Who the hell dresses up their children as goats? Btw my nephew was born in the year of the goat, and yes I would buy him this suit... if only it was sold on some online erotica site.

Despite their association with the devil, goats can be spiritually enlightening, just like this ancient tibetan mural. I called it "karmic mutton kurma"

Goats try their best to be punctual, but sometimes their busy schedule of taunting other barnyard animals & chewing cud makes them a lil late. For a goat day at work, try saying "goat morning" to people in the office. Very amusing.

The final image (for now). Goats are all really kids at heart. Be kind and gentle with these adorable animals, if not you may end up with hoof marks. Remember, their baa is worse than their bite...

I dont know what it is,
That makes me feel like this,
I dont know who you are,
But you must be some kind of superbaa,
Coz you goat all eyes on ewe no matter where ewe are,
(you just make me wanna play)

Jamelia ~ Super star (Goaty Remix)

Friendly Hostility

This is Tybalt. He is an antagoatnist.

If you have doubted yourself. If you had problems with your sexuality, you need to read some online comics. After much procrestination, last night I finally visited my fav online comic strip artist's site~ http://friendlyhostility.com/

This strip is about 2 best friends (and their families) who sort of fall in love but sort of don't admit it. One is totally anal, mean, nasty, scheming & asexual (in the sense he hates both sexes equally). The other is an optimist, likes both genders equally (he doesn't like sticking to labels), always horny & has a super inflated ego.

The artist that draws the comic strip is also the author of the superb boy meets boy comic strip series (http://boymeetsboy.keenspot.com/). Go forth and let you mind expand...

You know I suppose many of our friendships/relationships are friendly hostilities. People that agree with me too much never really agree with me. I find them dull after awhile. A twist of honesty and challenge is alway good. Or always goat. Yes I am antagoatnistic! And I bet many of you guys are too. I can't anyone who doesn't have an oppinion & can't think for themselves. Its nice to compete sometimes. The other day... (flashback)

Ruggy~ I'm so stressed and busy today! My boss really has his panties in a twist!

AJ~ Well love atleast he wears panties, mine just shits all over the floor and expects everyone else to clean it up... Chuckle~

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,

And their like

It's better than yours,

Damn right it's better than yours,

I can teach you, But I have to charge

Kelis~ Milkshake

Non-post

No real post today. I think I have been horribly decieved. I could be wrong & I really pray that I'm wrong. The evidence points to the fact that I've turned a blind eye all too often. We will see. I need to think about it properly.

this is my december
this is my time of the year
this is my december
this is all so clear

this is my december
this is my snow covered home
this is my december
this is me alone

and i
just wish that i didnt feel
like there was something i missed
and i
take back all the things i said
to make you feel like that
and i
just wish that i didnt feel
like there was something i missed
and i
take back all the things i said to you

this is my december
these are my snow covered dreams
this is me pretending
this is all i need

this is my december
this is my time of the year
this is my december
this is all so clear

and i give it all away
just to have somewhere to go to
give it all away
to have someone to come home to

My December ~ Linkin Park

AJ On How To Beat Up Little Gurls

Once upon a time, in a the land of the rising sun, there was a 18 year-old named AJ. As to meet the school's coricular demand placed on him, AJ decided to take up Judo. Even though he wasn't a violent person by nature, he thought it best to take up a martial art for self defence. Unfortunately he wasn't very good at it. Rather he was too lazy and spent his time eating chips in the park, window shopping in the Combi (convenience store) or testing fruits from other peoples gardens. He was a lazy bugger and damn proud of it.

One day, there was a big pactice judo meet for all the schools in the area & AJ was among the eager bright eyed boys & girls who were eager to beat the shit out of each other. Taking the advice of his Sinseh, AJ was sent to practice with the gurls.

"Har Har! AJ has to fight with the gurls" said AJ's best friend Zontar- King of the pig people.

Degrading as it may sound to have to fight with girls, AJ wasn't totally buggered about it because he rather be teased than beaten to a pulp. Some of the guys were really really big. There were several dudes that were 7ft tall, weighing 400kgs & no ears. In short, they were no joke.

So there was AJ all set to sparr with his first girl. She was slightly smaller & didn't look like much of a threat. Boy, AJ had never been so wrong in his life. Although most of the time AJ managed to flip her, more than once he was flipped flat on his ass.

"That wasn't so bad" thought AJ....

Wrong again boy!
The moment all the itty bitty girls saw how easy it was to flip this dumbass guy on his er.. ass, they took full advantage of it.

*Flip* *Flip* *Flip* *Flip* *Flip*

Yes! AJ was earning frequent flyer miles. The situation got so bad that at one point, they were actually arguing who should have the pleasure of flipping AJ's ass... Yes, that was the day AJ was beaten blue black by dozens of little girls. Needless to say, he never turned up the next day for part 2 but instead escaped to the nearby park to feed the ducks & read his book.

So the moral of the story is, all you crazy people who want to know how to beat up little girls, DON"T!

Oh girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have
That’s all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls--they want to have fun

Cyndi Lauper ~ Girls Just Want To Have Fun

Unpretty..

"No hugging please, we are Muslims!"

Remember all the silly things that Malaysian politicians have said?
Well clearly Mahatir & Rafidah forget themselves. Oh boy Najib is going to be fuming.... Hypocrites.

I wish I could tie you up in my shoes

Make you feel unpretty too

I was told I was beautiful

But what does that mean to you

TLC ~ Unpretty