20 Yr Old Boy Has Sex WITH Car!
Ok, Caleb sent this to my mail today and I’m so disgusted. Nuff said. Read it for yourself.
I survived a RETRENCHMENT.
I’m not sure how to start this post. I’ve been staring at the “write post” page for very long. I keep deleting the sentences that I type and so I’ve decided to be lucid and down right honest.
I’ve had 2 consecutive sleepless nights.
I had to witness my management get retrenched on a Monday morning. Everyone who were suffering from Monday blues never complained. They were too shocked. The company is down sizing and departments are closing down due a new business strategy. Those who were redundant had to leave.
It happened, just like that.
Everyone in the team is languid. I’m still reeling from the shock of loosing colleagues whom I had grown very close to. Never had I imagined that the managers would be the first ones to leave. I’ve been taking everything for granted. I’ve never realised how precious this job is to me until I saw people around me leave. I never could relate to the daily newspaper articles of people being retrenched. Since Monday however, it’s all changed.
I’m no more the little girl who could take pocket money from Mummy and head out to town. I’m building a career here and I’m gaining more exposure but I’ve also realised that no one is indispensable and upgrading your skills is most imminent to sustain your job.
I hope you wouldn’t have to experience retrenchment. I also hope this post would remind you not to take anything for granted. I’ve learnt a huge lesson and I thank God for this job. Time to start saving for rainy days.
Good Luck…..
I Need a Toned Body!!!
I’ve become a couch potato. I head home diligently everyday so that I can have my dinner on my bed and watch a movie. I’ve watched a total of 8 movies within this last week and I’ve already stocked up more. I’ve even planned out my Saturday. Home alone with movies and books. I might cook something for myself.
I know this new lifestyle isn’t good at all. I’m becoming more tired because of the lack of exercise. I’ve still undecided if I should start jogging or cycling. The problem with cycling is, I’m so bloody afraid of riding down slope. My fear for practically everything humours me. I honestly try my very best at overcoming most of them and so maybe I should get a bicycle. Practise makes perfect and along the way I can expect some bruises and even some abrasions.
Packing my week with all these activities would hopefully get over my anger and guilt over certain issues that have surfaced. The void, empty feeling still lingers somewhere down there and I do believe that with God’s intervention, I would feel loved and cared for. Don’t get me wrong, I am very well aware of the wonderful people around me who do show that they care and love me but I’m low on spirit and passion-religiously.
It would be egg and mayo sandwich for dinner today and hopefully and good workout. Wish me luck on my new routine I’m going to part take on!
I need a toned body!!
Good Day!
Impulsive order Online
I wore a pretty dress and matched it with a brown belt and shoes. I love dresses. The flowy ones are my favourite. I made an impulsive order online yesterday. I’m not regretting it. The GSS sale is spreading online as well. So, I ordered a white lacy dress and another pinkish floral one.
Now that I feel I look good today, the only problem is that I don’t have plans, or rather I’m in no mood to head out. I’m becoming a lazy couch potato.
Indulging in some good food and being accompanied with a fine selection of books and movies after work to de stress myself has gotten me addicted to this routine. The boy isn’t too happy about it. No one is. I keep turning down everyone who asks me out. Lol! Temptations…..I’m so bad with dealing with them.
I need to exercise! To stretch some muscles. Believe it or not, it’s been 4 years since I exercised. So, my conversation with Ravin the other day, frightened me. He went on about how I won’t be able to move my muscles when I grow much older. And that scares me. Growing old is frightening. I can’t picture myself with crows feet and wrinkles all over. I need to increase me fruit intake as well. Prevention is better then cure but then again preserving helps as well.
Good ya’ll!
Shitting my expensive dinner hurt more!
I received this in the mail from Raveen today. It perked me up. Happy Monday you all! This is my second attempt in blogging today. The first draft never got published.
The double date on Friday didn’t exactly go the way I wanted it to. Dinner was at OneTwentySix in East Coast. I had Lamb Shankand shared half a dozen of oysters with Shaun. After chilling abit after dinner we headed home. My already bloated tummy started churning when I got into Sharma’s new Honda Civic ESI. The ride back was a quiet one until I realised I couldn’t control my bowels. I had to get Sharma to stop at at least 4 petrol stations so that I could use the toilets. I vomited out my lamb shank and felt helpless when I realised that my $80 dollars meal was being rejected by my body. The brownish liquid that i was excreting had tiny visible pieces of lamb meat and oysters.
Thanks to Mummy’s stock up of medicines, I was cured within a day.
Wendy and Caleb got married yesterday in the Grand Corpthorne Water Front. It was a simple affair. The usual 8 course dinner and of course the food was great. I dreamt a lot during the wedding. I wondered how my wedding would be. I want a lacy dress. Nothing too revealing but sexy still. I left the ballroom wishing the newly weds and feeling happy for them.
Make-up Galore
The day didn’t exactly start off the way I wanted. I had a bloody old women being selfish and wanting her way. To top it off, she nagged about it and I felt like shoving my half eaten curry puff into her mouth.
I received the Coastal Sands eyeshadow palettesfrom Seemren today. That perked me up. The colours are gorgeous and one would be spoilt for choice with it. Now I need to thread my bushy eye brows and find a reason to party. (Those who are interested in the palettes, do leave me a message because Seem only has a private facebook group. I’II be more then happy to share details with you.)
Work as usual is mundane. I’ve got tonnes of work to complete and the people around me get me through it. But sadly, many have left. I’ve gotten used to seeing people leave.
It’s pay day today♥ but I wont be doing much shopping this month. I’m getting into the habit of saving. There is a huge bag of clothes I need to alter anyways.
It’s Caleb’s wedding this Sunday. I love weddings! The food would be awesome, great company and much merry making. I need to get myself something pretty to wear. Hope I get something within my budget.
Have a great day guys!
The Precious and The Pretentious Ones
Whatever happened to this blog, happened to my life as well. I would be lying that I took a planned hiatus. The events of the past few weeks has left me feeling tired and weak. I tried delving in self pity but that didn’t work either. And yet again I learnt a new lesson.
There are way too many pretentious people around you. When life seems like a bed of roses, there are thorns somewhere under that bed. When those thorns to prick, it hurts more then you ever imagined.
I’ve picked myself up. I’ve stopped bothering the pretentious ones. I hope they too would reciprocate. I try keeping myself occupied with whatever that makes me happy. I’ve accomplished quite abit as of today. I’m looking forward to more big things.
I picked up a book in the library. One more day by Mitch Albon. It seems timely that I got about reading that book. It’s about loosing someone precious and getting a chance to speak with them.
It’s not often that we do get a chance to make peace with those we loose. Some would choose to leave for good when they feel their feelings have been violated. So, all I can say is that, before someone leaves, make sure you let them know that they are precious.
Were You Born In e 80’s???
Something I found on facebook that I found really interesting.
All That You See If Not True
“You have to be in the situation for you to know how it feels.” I’ve heard this sentence way too may times but I’ve never really paid much attention to it.
Feeling really uninspired to blog for the past few weeks, I never bothered logging into my word press account. But lunch with a close friend of mine and hearing her story changed it all. I’m rather excited to share this story with you. I’ve asked permission from this friend to share about what she told me and I promised her I wouldn’t mention names.
This story true, very scary and it makes you look at it from a different perspective.
My friend’s father is not an alcoholic and he enjoys soccer. It was a Saturday night and there was going to be a good soccer match being shown on TV that night. (I’m calling him Father to make things simple for me.)
Father headed down to the coffee shop in khatib, (which was very near his block) for a beer and to watch the match by himself. Sitting in an inconspicuous place, he didn’t mind any one’s business until he heard a squabble from the opposite table. Seated on the opposite table were a group of Chinese girls and butches who had already consumed a good number of bottles of beer and were arguing. He watched intently and felt he needed to intervene when the group of girls got violent and were physically fighting amongst themselves.
Being a conservative Indian man, it did not occur to him that the butches were females and so he gently pushed both parties who were fist fighting, on their chest and told them to calm down and not fight. This raged the butch who felt she was violated and of course hmmm molested. The group united back again and turned it around at Father. They accused him of molesting and became violent. Father ran for his life as the group of girls and butches chased him with the empty bottles.
Thankfully, his son who adores him, was on his way to get Father back home and saw what was going on. The son soon joined running together with Father when he realised he was out numbered. They ran and hid in the six floor of another block but the group managed to track them down and this time they had mental rods and parangs.
The chaos had created much noise and some kind resident had called the police. The police soon arrived to the scene but Father was advised not to charge the girls because the girls can retort under womens’ rights.
This incident happened at the wee hours of the morning. People watched intently as they made their way to work and to the market as an Indian family and a group of Chinese girls were under the block speaking with a couple of policeman.
If you were one of the passerby, what would have come across your mind?
Let’s forget the whole topic about what’s happening to our society. This is common in any society. When there are elites, there are also pariahs. We need a balance of everything and should these pariahs be non existent, then our policemen would sooner or later run out of job or get retrenched.
All races have a certain sigma attached to them. I’m sure you have heard it.
Indians love to drink and get violent when they get high-mama behaviour.
Chinese love to gamble and eat everything that walks.-China Karan pandi. (ask friend to translate.)
Malays love to play guitar under block and can’t shoot straight- Mud Rock
I’ve head different versions of these “sayings” time and time again. I used to retort when they used to say Indians are a violent bunch of high people. I soon agreed after watching the multiple fights along boat quay.
If I had been one of the passer-by, on that very Sunday morning, I would have shunned away in embarrassment and conclude it was another typical Indian Man who didn’t know how to carry his alcohol and must have created trouble with those Chinese girls.
This could have happened to any one of us. Father was just too helpful. He suffered a humiliation instead.
So, the next time you see something like that happening, make sure you don’t assume like I did. If you see a skimpily dressed girl, make sure you don’t assume she is a whore.
Because all that you see is not true.
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Part time jobs for students
I found this really cool website. I am aware that I have many students reading my blog and those who are looking for part time jobs, do visit this site.
http://dailyjobhuntsingapore.blogspot.com/
They don’t have crappy jobs like home based jobs that never gets you money. I mean JOBS….Like real jobs! Check it out!
