Five Rules Of Life.. According to Me.....

1. All Men Are Stupid
2. In Life You Have To Be A Bitch
3. Sex Is Easy To Get But Love Hard To Find
4. It All Boils Down To Sex
5. ok i forgot this one, will come soon... k...

Silly Quizzes!!!!!

You Are Storm

Exotic and powerful, Storm descended from a line of African priestesses.Emotions can effect your powers, but you are generally serene. Powers: controlling weather, creating winds that lift you into flight, generating lightning

Which of the X-Men Are You?

Your Seduction Style: The Coquette

You are a pro at playing the age old game of hard to get. Your flirting style runs hot and cold, giving just enough to keep them chasing you. Independent and self-sufficient, you don't need any one person to make you compelte. And that independence is exactly what makes people pursue you.

What Is Your Seduction Style?

You Play it Cool

You're not in your face, smokin' hot... and it's all by designYou have a carefully crafted cool persona, leaving everyone wanting to know just a little more.

Are You Hot?

You Are Teal Green

You are a one of a kind, original person. There's no one even close to being like you.Expressive and creative, you have a knack for making the impossible possible.While you are a bit offbeat, you don't scare people away with your quirks.Your warm personality nicely counteracts and strange habits you may have.

What Color Green Are You?

how Un Kool I am...

I have something to confess.. i realise i am not an ordinary person.. those who noe me can verify that statment very easily... i am 21 this year yet i do not act like a normal 21 year old should act... correction, it should be : i do not act like a normal/hip/cool 21 year old... which sadly brings me back to secondary skool days where i was.. hmm.. lets just say think daria...

heres the list (makes it easier to read instead of me rambling sentence after sentence which makes it harder to read and also i like to make list although i nvr really follow wats on the list it makes me feel better to sort out my thought which will immediately unsorted once it is sorted but anyways enjoy the list of wat makes me peculiar) of how wyrd i am...

• i do not go clubbing or better yet have never been to a real club. like normal 21 year olds go clubbing rite atl east once or twice in their 21 years of life but i do not! i find the loud music irritating and it is bad for your ears. too many ppl is not a good thing. the crowds scare me.... minore point: i oso don't drink... ok ... maybe not...
• i don't wear brands... i don't get people who spend hundreds of dollars on a t shirt or a pants... for gods sake its just a t shirt, it will wear out soon and then u get a new one.. its not going be in fashion for long anyways (this going by the reason u bought it in the first place) wats important to me is that the stuff i wear has to be comfortable and the right colour... but i'm not gonna spend $52 on a green t shirt thats absurd...
• i don't feel a need to get a driving license. in the back of my mind getting a license means u have to get a car or the very lest drive a car once in a while. the more u drive the more pollution goes into the environment! blame the environmentalist in me.. i rather take a cab or bus or train. or even better walk (thats why french women don't get fat, it true noe) less worries....
• i don't listen to punk rock or metal bands or indie bands or gasp! obscure bands with names that consist of a sentence. ok i noe taht most of u don't but anyway my taste in music is restricted to pop (which means wateva is on mtv), indian classical, new age and the occasional malay song... i have weird music taste.
• that said.. i have a weird dress sense.. i only wear green,brown and dark blue.. i only have one red shirt and totally hate white... weird right.. and i only own one pair of denim jeans.. silly right?
• i don't get technology.. a phone is a phone... to call and msg.. basic functions.. why need a phone or mp3 or gprs or games on ur phone? and i only got an mp3 like after the rest of the world had it for 2-3 years? ididn't even own a discman... like wats so cool about those new cars or bikes? i don't get it.. and computer totally don't get rams and gigs stuff.. i'm just a basic user...
• i'm into new age things like crystals and nature.. astrology and healing... meditation and yoga.. pyshics and palmistry... like who is into taht kinda stuff, unless they were born in the 60s...
• i read excessively and buy too many books... i love books... there is sumthing about words and flippinga page.. i love old books and the way they smell.. which is old smelling... i'm such a book slut...
• i don't play sports or engage in any form of physical fitness... i'm such a sloth...
• i play the sitar and learning the flute, bamboo one that is... like when everyone else is playing the guitar or drums...

the list can go on and on (which it will ) but hey i need to go grandma house so it shall end here... for now....

i'm such a geek...

an outkast...

a wallflour...

that is me..

kookyplum...

Ugly The TomCat

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the other should have been was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.
Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders.

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!!" All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's dogs. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.

As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear.

I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.

He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me...

I will always try to be Ugly.

BB~Lady Tigress

enchanted.... i think....

Rihanna has really shiny boobs in her SOS music video..... its like so shiny and golden... and round... especially in that green dress...... wooo....

I'm BAck ( iF Anybody CAres) frm the lAnd of GIant Bugs

so i've been back for awhile now... since monday but who cares right... it has been a very busy week, the reason which i cannot disclose due to its sensitive nature (what in the army isn't)..... and i have been shopping like mad for reason being i just need to spend and eating much for the reason of me being deprived of good food... although i still miss the soup.... ah the soup, nice and peppery....

being in the brunei jungle for a good part of two weeks away from family and frens, really gets your mind thiking about your own life... thinking about your own happiness and the pursuit of it.... thinking about your relationships with the people around you and who they really are.... like the realisation that in life one can never be truly happy and you have to make do with wat you have....

Going to Brunei and coming really makes you a different person.... you change....

Bon Voyage Mon Amies!

oh dear the time has come for me to be off.. to brunei that is to go and "train" in the jungle... the day is finally here!!! goodness.. i hope time flies past v fast and nothing will happen....

i have packed my bag it seems as though my bag is gigantic.. i've was never any good at packing... i dunno i think i may be bringing abit too much... hee hee.....

anyways, wish me luck and see ya'll again on the 8th of may.. i should be back by then.. i hope...... hee hee.... ah yi or whoever..... remember our vesak day gathering!

I'm Insane...

ok i really thought i poisoned my company the other day when i issued them their antibiotic pills and most of them if not all of them vomited... ok fine.. i was only given the instrcution for them to take 2 of the damned pills... i didn't noe it would actually make them puke... actually it would make them feel nauseous at most it would make one or 2 of them puke but excuse me??? alot of them vomit ok... me thinks its sorta a paranoia effect kinda thing, where they see one guy vomit them they also vomit.. kinda weird isn't it... wasn't really worried bout all the puking (people aren't that easy to kill, which is an inteeresting point in itself)... i still do care ok... its just puking for gods sake.... i'm being such a bitch.. i'm sorry my hearts being hardened sumwat..

Teyata....

It is like this this.....

i HAVE A FREEAKING HANDPHONE.... it not like ppl don't know my number... all they could do is call... i hate it wen there is a meeting or briefing that i have to attend but then they do not call me..! and wen i come back they ask me why i nvr attend the meeting or why am i late for this and that.. i have a freeaking phone for goodness sake.. u could at least call... if you can't get me, you know where i would be...there is only 2 place i could be at.... sheesh... i was very pissed....
juz to get it off my chest....

i suffer in silence... the thing i have to do.. i'm hanging on the hope that somehow things will be less shitty and stressful.. one day i hope.. i really do.... *sigh*