A woman of resilience?

I might bend, but not break.

Sticks and stones might hurt my bones, but I won't be crushed.

Words and insults might hurt me, but only for that fleeting moment.

I am beautiful, no matter what you say, your words can't bring me down.

And what I do, it doesn't affect you, doesn't harm you, it's most probably none of your concern too.

Don't take my kindness as my weakness, I will not be a sitting duck for long, I will retaliate, by then don't come pleading for mercy, because my heart would be made of steel then.

Enough is enough. I have my limits, don't push your luck too far.

I am nice, it does not mean I am dumb.

I will survive, BUT WILL YOU?

Cue: "Akon - Lonely"

Loneliness is when you have cleared your work for the day, and yet still hanging around in the office, just waiting for time to tick by, just stalling to walk out of this room.

Loneliness is when you only have Class 95 as company and nothing awaiting you when you step out of this room.

Loneliness is not wanting to go home.

Loneliness is when he calls you and says the same old, " I am working late and not meeting you."

Loneliness is not getting used to this abrupt change.

I have never been a homely person. There is nothing wrong in the home/family department. It's just as simple as I do not like to go home. It goes to the extent that even if I read, I rather sit at a cafe alone than read in the comforts of my room.

4 years daily dinners and talks without fail, and suddenly his work changes things. No hard feelings, it is his career after all, just silly me, wanting so much.

Loneliness is wanting to talk, but no one is there.

Loneliness is always sticking around like a sore thumb, even in the presence of friends and meet-ups.

I've walked down this loneliness path, and I'm still walking and I don't see any end to it, yet.

Loneliness, can never leave me, or you.

"I have no one to call my own."

The angriest, maddest side of Bebe

I am sure by now most would have known what happened to make me lost my sanity. I totally lost it, totally enveloped by pure fury. I trembled, not from fear, but from pure concentrated anger.

Sharon encountered it all, and I am sure no one else had seen me so mad before.

That stupid mothafucker of that car's driver better thanked his/her god that Francis stopped me from a confrontation. I was hopping mad and was ready to strike punches and hurl all the world's most obsence vulgarities. I couldn't wait to lay my hands on that fucker's neck and wringed him/her to death, then stomped on his/her stomach until the intestines flow out and then caved his/her head in with anything until his/her brain mushed out from the ears and nose!

How can an idiot like him/her be on the road, driving so recklessly and endangering the lives of others! And not even stopping to care right after he/she bumped into our car. We were fortunate it only hit our side mirror, but what if things had been worse? He/she just hit and ran!

And the blurdy best part? I was already on my way to that fucker's car, but Francis yelled at me to get back into the car and cool down. We had a screaming match, though both were angry at that car and not at each other. I do not understand! Why in the world let that scumbag get away without me giving him/her a good piece of my mind (and fist)! Why indeed? Just because I am, like, he said and I quote, "You are a girl and it is dangerous," unquote. Where the fucking sense is there in that one sexist sentence! I know Francis is worried about my safety and what-nots, but hey!, I am no fragile weakling, my dahlings!

People drive like they own the roads and at the expense of good lives around, and I just take it lying down?! Pretend nothing has happened?! And be glad all is alright and no one or thing is injured / damaged? C'mon, in the fucking first place, I wouldn't need to be grateful for anything if that fucker did not bump into us! So, tell me, enlighten me, make me wake to my blurdy senses, show me, where is the fucking point!

Fucking fuckers assholes son-and-daughter-of-bitches ch**byes don't belong on the road. Period.

It has been a long, long day.

Work. Tired. Calls after calls. Drained. Exhausted. No mood to do anything.

Leave me alone...

Joyeux Anniversaire! Feliz Cumpleaños! Happy Birthday!

Her favourite quote: " Lemme die la!"

Her usual drink: Earl Gray or water

Her favourite past-time: Sleep.

Her over-used reason: "Stuck at Causeway lah!"

Her best feature: Sausage lips!!!

Happy birthday our dearest xiang1 chang2 zui3 !

Kids! (Post dedicated to Mandy)

They say the darnest things!

Last night, post dinner kopitiam drinks, I caught a glimpse of this cheeky cutie-pie girl (Mandy) biting her nails and in an attempt to bribe her, the conversation as follow:

"If you promise me not to bite your nails, I will paint your nails really pretty with glitter."

Cutie-pie knitted her brows and exclaimed, "Bu ke yi! School doesn't allow!"

Me: "..............." >,<

Attempt failed, however, not one to give up, I proceeded, "Ok, if you don't bite your nails, I will buy you 5 clips (those mini clips with pretty lace roses)."

A pause from her. And I was smirking to myself that this bribe is working.

This little devil after some thinking, said, "NO! I want 10!!"

Me: ".................."

I did not know to laugh or to be amused!

You know, Mandy is my little nemesis. So far, there is no one I can't come back with a witty rebuke. This little girl, my little nemesis, had me fumbling for words and leaves me speechless.

And you know something else, when she said, "Bebe jiejie hen hao, wo yao copy ta."

When she said that hor, a cigarette was hanging off my mouth lor! This is the first time ever I seriously thought of abandoning my fags!

And when I told her, "Bebe jiejie bu shi everything also hao, bad de ni bu ke yi copy hor."

She just replied with a twinkle in her eyes, "Ke shi ni zhen de hao mar!"

In her eyes, I am pure and someone she trusts.

This lovely girl, she just stole my heart away.

This sweet girl makes me wish for a daughter just like her, and this chatty girl had me regretted my decision then; the little hand I can never get to hold or the warm little body I can never get to hold or protect.

This little girl, I just love her so......

FREE advertising!

Manz, don't Singaporeans just shriek at the word 'free'! Anything free, they go nutty.

Therefore, me, being the good saintly angelic me, is advertising for free for my bestest girlfriend.

Go read her funky thoughts and cutey words, but FORGET ME NOT. I am da mistress, she's just my maid, ermm, whatevurrr.

Yea yea, go on, but return back.

CATCH!!!

There is a spit bomb coming your way!

Haha, I remember not when this spit bomb thingie started, but it never fails to tickle me.

I know I know, must be this CUTE (ugly but adorable) little guy in the same building on the 6th floor, started it. And unless, I find a way for my spit to defy gravity, I can never send a good spit bomb to his way.

Therefore, being the crafty me, I have reached a pact with him, taking his spit bomb attention off me. Which is, you know, on the second floor, they might be opening a eatery (keeping fingers crossed), so, if the food sucks or too expensive, the owner better beware and make sure he/she step into the open always with an umbrella.

Because he/she won't want to know two or more spit bombs are heading his/her way.

It will be too late when he/she hears a PHLAT! and something wet on the head.

Muahahaha, and you, yes, you, next time come to this building, better beware! Because...

THERE ARE SPIT BOMBS COMING YOUR WAY!

Lo and behold....

Hail the almighty me.

Like Jacky put it oh so nicely in his blog, to summon me, click your heels 3 times and chant Victorian pig mei nu.. and PUFF! I will appear before your very squinty eyes and make your day.

Enough of nonsense truths.

Lemme tell you a short story about my friend.

She is a clumsy klutz, everyone knows this, so the very klutz reading this please don't pout and deny. Her skin is fair white like toufu. And like the toufu itself, one little touch and plah!, bruises everywhere.

Klutz being klutz, will not admit willingly she is klutz until a lesson is learnt. And please, stop blaming it on what rain la, wind la, plastic bag la. Excuses!

One word, CLUMSY.

Ahahahahaha.

Rubbing salt on wound is so fun!

Pass the ear plugs please...

Somebody help me! There's renovation going on upstairs, and they have been at it since this morning (those slow coaches!).

Everytime they drill something, I can feel the vibration from my head down to my toes. And the noise, manz, don't even get me started! I couldn't even hear my own sweet humming.

BUT THE WORST THING IS YOU KNOW WHAT?

Emeline is right beside me, comfy in her chair, SLEEPING!! My gawd, she didn't even stir. How can?! Why?! My respect manz, to this sweet petite girl all curled up in her chair, jacket thrown over her body and sleeping sweetly away.

Someone remind me not to sleep with her should we ever end up in a war-zone. This girl ar, I am sure she will sleep through all the bombings and quakes, wake up, look around and say, " Eh, what happened ar?"

Respect, respect...

ABC....Z, fuck you.

I have been shown that as beautiful words may read/sound and as many emotions they may invoke in those moments you take them in, they do not really matter in the end. Words are just words, and just as they have cast their spell, they leave us with whispers of the past.

And promises are made up of words.

Missing You

I heard from a friend you were back. I froze momentarily. My mind went through a whirlwind down memory lane.

You, did not tell me.
You, have not kept in touch with me ever since ......
You, gave me sweet promises of care and love.
You, wanted to bring me to the famous pancake place on my birthday.
You, wanted to give me your fraternity badge and ring.
You, promised me a lifetime of Paddle Pop ice-cream and sang me the silly jingle. "Paddle pop, paddle pop, super nice and yummy."
You, wanted to buy me an almond tree.
You, spoke of everlasting love and painted me the most pretty picture of a life together.
You, you whom I once loved without a single doubt.

I, the silly one smiling over the phone when you asked if I love you.
I, the one who led another life with you away from my friends and him.
I, cried and nearly flew thousand of miles just to be there with you when you had an accident.
I, nearly dropped everything including him just so we can be together.
I, never one to be foolish, actually believed you with undying faith.
I, finally saw through you that fateful day and yet I, wished I never did.

You, killed me.
My trust in people can never be whole.
My unconditional love can never grow back.

You, taught me the most painful lesson in love and life.
That being naive, trusting, and love can never get me far.

I, killed myself.
I pretended nothing was wrong, I put on a brave front and told you I was fine.
You, uttered the most horrible words from the very same mouth that gave me sweet promises.
I, kept quiet and cried.

I, said a nonchalant goodbye.
You, said nothing.
Your silence were like a dozen arrows.
You, hurt me.
You, never once knew my tears.
You, never had a taste of my inward bitterness.

You, I, just two strangers never meant to be.

You, someone I will always miss for the rest of my living days.

I, never existed before in your life.

You, and I, how different.

Your coming back means the world to me, yet means nothing as well.

I ish the *fat* Victorian doll

Hey hey hey, all my sisters out there, me ish got new hairstyle. Me is lookie totally different now. Me ish not your typical-rebonded-straight-until-ruler-also-cannot-win girl.

Me ish quite happy with me seaweed (yea yea, Sharon shuddup!), but this hairstyle is not maintanence-free lor...

Today morning met my dearest loveliest baby girl at Jurong East station to travel together, yea people, only 4 short stops, but there is nothing in the world I wouldn't do for her. ( For dense people out there who don't know me, I dunno how u sauntered in to read my blog la, but tell you, just to clarify me ish not the L-word, even if I am, fuck care my business lor.) Muahaha.

Sorry manz, bored you all reading with all these. (Wait, puiz, why must I apologise to dumb arseholes out there!)

Yay yea yah, call me out for coffee and ogle at my hairstyle.

Due to popular demand and too-much-until-I-am-irritated requests......

...Ta da! This blog is born.

This blog is mine, all about me and me, me, me (ok, maybe some on my sistas, I am not sooo selfish to hog da limelight alone, good things must share).

So, if all about me and I irritate da hell outta ya, fuck off (cue Jacky's darn funny action).

But if you love me, love my nonsense and wits (hey, this is Christina's compliment to me), and game for some laughs, come on in, to my world, my evil thoughts and my daydreaming antics.

If you are too slow or dumb (eg. Sharon), ahemm... drop me a comment, I will gladly enlighten you poor souls..

So, to cut a long story short, kick off your shoes, gimme a hug and enjoy this journey.