mussing with a “noun” and verb

The title of the album says it all - Music to make love to your old lady by . Yep, you got me right. The whole album is about sex. sex. sex. Definitely not an album for the kido out there.

It contains lyrics like ‘Why does man go to hooker? First of all because He quite often is not all that happy and sexual satisfied at home His wife won’t perform all the activities he has in mind And most of all, oral sex is a taboo The woman would say ‘what do you think I am? a whore I don’t want to do that’. Yes, its explicit but brilliant.

Some of my favorites tracks:
Sex (I’m a)
Book of the month
Strangers on a train
Stroker ace
Everyone has a summer

I love the tri-hop tune. What more to say. Brilliant lyrics. Trip - hop sensuality. A must have.

It He died. He died on me. Ok, its basically it but i have refer to it as he. It has always been he. Ok.. enough of that…

He died on me. In the middle of a highway, i dont even know what highway is that, its the one that if you go in the midvalley direction, it will leads you to Federal Highway. I thought it was a minor breakdown as I tried to restart it and it worked. But he stopped again after the next traffic light and he remain stopped.

I rang up Verb (Read: He is a really nice guy. So gals, if you are single, snap him up… hehe, Verb, dont scold me) and he offered to stop by and hopefully grab a mechanic for me. I have no choice, resolved to pushing him, and i found that Malaysians are a nice lot of people. A young Malay guy stopped by and offered to push my bike for me. But me being equally nice, had to refuse his help.

so, me continuing manually work him till 2 policemen came up. After “interviewing” me on the condition he tried starting my bike for me and it work. He tried going around and it moved. Hmm.. now this policeman is going to think that i have the hobby of pushing my bike and work on my flabby arms.

So me happily continue my journey but d*rn, he died on me again, at another traffic light. I know that despite what the kind policeman trying to tell me, he is sick, very sick, need to be admitted to ICU already. So continue to manually move him, till Verb come to my rescue.

Anyway, so now he is admitted, will be discharged tomorrow. Sigh. BUT.. have to be more optimistic so….

1. I’m lucky that i’m not stuck in some highway but instead at somewhere near home
2. I didnt really push very far and that the tyres were not flat, so it was easier to push
3. I glad I have a friend so nearby and so helpful (yes, i’m grateful)
4. At least it happened after work and not before
5. At least i left work early today, and hence Verb is still around and i dont have to push my bike in the dark

So, there, what is left is to pray for him to be fully recovered and recovered well.

Thought I could run away, but don’t think so, after witnessing Day’s fate….. I decided to be ‘kuai’ and play along the ‘taging’ chain. LOL!! I know it’s not started by the person who ahemm… conviently ‘tag’ me. So, here goes…

7 things I plan to do before I die

1. Work overseas
2. Finish what I started
3. Give something back to society, especially to people who I care for
4. Be independent
5. Try everything (including sinful stuff)
6. Travel
7. Raise someone

7 things I could do

1. Finish up what I am suppose to do
2. Take picture
3. Explore PS
4. Avoid commitment
5. Music
The other two don’t know (refer 7 often repeated words then you will getdit)

7 celebrity crushes

No one …. if rephrase to 7 celebrity I like, then got lor…

7 Often Repeated Words

1. Ok kuah..
2. Don’t know
The remaining five, I don’t know (proven lor, I use don’t know often!)

7 physical traits I look in the opposite sex

Err….

7 victims I can tag

No one already, cause all sudah ditagkan oleh Nite

I got to admit that this is my first Tori Amos full fledge album listening. Previous encounters with Miss Amos was memorable but brief. The song that introduced me to Miss Amos was ‘Silence All These Years’. I still listen to it, even until now. But, I digress.

The Beekeeper is Miss Amos, latest offering - a whooping 19 tracks album. I got to admit, I was not jumping up and down on my first time listening. Tracks like ‘Parasol’,’ Jamaica Inn’ and ‘Sleep with Butterflies’ merely tinkles my senses. Alas…. after a few rounds (3rd round), I like the album better. The rest of the tracks like ‘The Beekeeper’, ‘Ribbons Undone’ and ‘Goodbye Pieces’ sounds better. Although, nothing to shout about, ‘The Beekeeper’ is an album worth listening and I don’t mind keeping it.

Happy Tang Lung Day.

So, it is just another lazy Sunday where I woke up at 12 pm due to not enough sleep the whole weekdays. Don’t really recall what i do resulting in not enough sleep.

Anyway, lazy Sunday meaning doing nothing but staring at the PC, reading book(s), stare the idiot box, complete jigsaw puzzles (if have)… see all all those need? A lot of eye sight, so now my eyes are so tired… i need another long sleep. But before i stop staring at the PC, i shall stare at a book first.

*Yawn*

Disclaimer: This is only some crap and that i was purely writing to vent out some restlessness. If it hits a cord, it is unintentional and thus, please forgive me. I hereby apologize before hand.

Remember when was the last time when someone tells you that there is no gender differences? Remember when your guy friend says there is no such thing that guys have to pick up the bill each and every time you dining/lunching with guys? Or when gals that wants guys to open the car door or whatever door when you walk?

Well, even as i dont agree that guys need to pay all the time. After all, you friend probably earns the same amount of money as you do or even lesser. It is torturous to get people to pick up the tab all the time. And of course, i dont really see a point for a guy to open the door, close the door, walk over to the other side of the car, open the door and let a gal get inside the car, then close the door again. Then walk back to his side of the car and get in, repeating the open & close door routine.

Anyhow, even if you try to deny it, there is gender differences, even if you hate it.

1. Guys can eat a horse and nobody says anything. If a gal eat a little bit more, people will start whispering, “Look, that girl over there, so tam chiak.”

2. Guys can simply sit - people say, “wah, so macho”. If its a gal, then its, “wah, so cho loh”

3. Fat guys - more secure. Fat gals - wah, so meaty, so fat, like tong minyak

4. Guys wear jeans to wedding - nothing wrong with that. Gals wearing jeans to wedding - so inappropriate. (Whats the difference?)

5. I lazy to continue writing. But of course… there is more. And speaking of laziness, both gender will be commented, but gals will get a bigger share.

Of course, there very obvious thing is that gals can marry some rich guy and people wont say much but guys marrying rich gal will be condemned as “eat slipper rich” (erm.. term is in cantonease). However, imagine if the gal married some way older guy - that would earn them more gossips.

Before note:
After reading 2 of the Part IV (yes, there is 2 due to some misunderstanding), of course 2 different person blogger cannot write the same thing. nemo_mama wrote that the dog was saved by a big man in reflection, whereas verb wrote someone scream and scares the other mutts away. However, the funny thing was that both ended where the dog was unable to move due to sharp pain…. so.. i shall continue from there… yes, the ball is back to me.

Part I - Stray
Part II - Famished
Part III - Survival
Part IV - Reflection & Scream

I could not breathe, the pork roast was so near, yet so far. I was struggling to keep on my eyes open. Yet, the memories of him, kept on flooding my mind. I tried to position myself in a more comfortable spot, but my hind leg refuse to move. Its coming to the end. I couldn’t even taste the roasted pork before i died.

The big man returned. He brought a cloth and covered me, even pushed the the roasted pork nearer to me. Yet, i was too weak to chew on it. I gave a small yelp, warm overcame me, my breathing became more regular. Then someone else walk over to me. It was him, the him who saved in the fight 3 yrs ago. Little did I know, the big man rang him. He took me closer to him, gently. He looked sad, looking at me, with the same kind of warmth years ago. I heard him whispering something to the big man. The big man left, then returned with the long gun he used just now. He cried as he aimed the gun at me.

“Bang.” That was the last sound i heard. He fired at me… i was in a shape too bad to survive…

The End

The door bang opened loudly, followed by a scream. Like tears, I can feel blood oozing out from my eyes. With my vision blurred, I couldn’t make out who the scream belongs to. The scream is not the usual scream I have grown used too. It’s not a scream of disgust or anger. The type of scream he make, whenever he sees me. I imagine the person expression must be like Munch’s famous painting. All screwed up. I always thought how pity the person in the painting must be, having to retain that awkward expression, when Munch painted him.

But at that moment, I’m glad for that scream. The scream must have frightened the alpha and his packs. All of them are gone now. Coward, I thought in disgust. I won’t choose to flee. I come too far to turn back. I won’t deny myself this gratification. As far as I’m concern, I won the pork roast fairly, with pride and honor. I risked my life (even though it is meaningless now) for the juicy pork roast.

If only, if only, I could raise my hind leg….. but it won’t move. Arghh…… No, I mustn’t give up. No….. not after what I had been through. I must try. I simply must. However, despite how hard I try, my hind leg doesn’t seem to move. It just lay there, like a rag doll. I couldn’t understand why. Why my hind leg doesn’t obey my command anymore. Get up. Get up now….. Then, it struck me. The fact struck me hard. I no longer control my hind leg. They are detached from me. Like him, they are no longer mine. It is at that moment, I feel pain. Excruciating pain, I yelp.

I remember saying to myself; Is this it? Is this all a joke (haha…)? Being safe the first time, just to die horribly the second time? I remember there is a Hokkien saying that goes like this: escaped from snake mouth, just to go into a tiger mouth. Ironically, I didn’t feel any anger. I just felt calm. Waves of memory, image and sound flash thru my mind. I smile. I laugh. I cried. Those are the happiest day in my life albeit short ……….

** This is the 4th part
For the 1st part: Stray
For the 2nd part: Famished
For the 3rd part: Survival

To be continued ………….

WARNING: This is a long & verbose post.
This 1st part is what i get from a forwarded mail.

Someone will always be prettier.
They will always be smarter.
Their house will be bigger.
They will drive a better car.
Their children will do better in school.
And their husband will fix more things around the house.
So let it go, and love you and your circumstances.

Think about it.
The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart.
And the richest woman you know she’s got the car, the house, the clothes — might be lonely.
And the word says if I have not Love, I am nothing.
So, again, love you.
Love who you are right now and let God be your barometer.
Mirror Him. Look in the mirror in the morning and see how much of God you see.
He’s the only standard and even when you come up short;
He will not leave you or forsake you.
Smile and may God continue to BLESS YOU Real GOOD!!

“I am too blessed to be stressed and too anointed to be disappointed!”
The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor.
“The one who kneels to God can stand up to anything.”
“Winners make things happen. Losers let things happen.”
Be Blessed ladies.

“To the world you might be one person, but to one person you just might be the world”.

This 2nd part is what my friend write opposing to that in her blog:-

Someone has always been prettier….
someone has always been smarter…
my house has always been smaller,
and my car has never been classier…….
my children academics would most probably be stinkier,
and my would-be-husband will most probably be luckier,
cause i’ll be fixing things for him like forever……

however under the circumstances, i am much happier,
for i think my life now is much livelier…..
i have a father who’s a worrier,
and a mother who thinks her daughter is so much better,
brothers who think i am so much more cooler,
and a boyfriend who i think is so much more handsomer….

a housemate who thinks i am so much funnier…..
compare to his other housemate who’s much quieter….
i have friends who thinks i am so much noisier…….
and friends who think i am am such a pickier….
poking fun of people to get them madder,
and having activities to get much more healthier.

so i think my blessings are plentier….
so you need not send me a reminder,
cause each day as i get sleepier,
i always tell GOD i’m so much more gratefuller,
as each passing day become meaningfuller

This is my version :p

I have always been uglier
I have always been stupider
Even imaginative house seems to be smaller
My children WOULD probably be worser (that is if have)
And my would-be-boyfriend would probably have more to things to fix (cos I spoil more things)

If I have not let it go, I probably not live till now.
I can still see things optimistically and be happy

The prettiest woman in the world can have heaven in the heart
And the most highly favoured woman on your job may have angelic children
And the richest woman you know, she’s got the car, the house, the clothes… might be so cheerful

Enough said, I don’t need to elaborate those to reminders on needing love.

Bathroom. Toilet. Another gross place to be in. As much as I can, I would avoid going to such filthy place. It’s equally gross as the rubbish bin. I hate it so much. When mom literally orders me (a.k.a. military style) to throw the rubbish. I feel like chocking her to death. People don’t understand. They don’t understand why. Why, I make such a fuss in matters (supposedly trivial in their eye).To them, I am a: Freak, Weirdo, Brat. Fuck them, I don’t care. Their opinion doesn’t upset me. In fact, their opinions only tickle my rib bones. I chuckled. I grin. I stick my tongue out, whenever they call me funny names. Gosh, if only they knew….