Two years ago, today, R was pissed at a former skoolmate (can no recall who already) for spreading rotten cheese about R being a smoker. Don't know why but of late, R's been getting weird ass remark that she looks like someone who smokes. What the toot does that mean yeah? And no, R STILL DOESN'T SMOKE. One year ago, today, R discovered someone whom she trusted turned out to be an arsefacemegadouche (thought won't see ya arse face anymore but what the hey, met you twice this year! What are the odds!) and she went to St. James and met three more mega douches (Happy Anniversary!?). Felt funny ha ha cos they took turns trying to score with her. This year, today, R vegetated at home before heading to World Vision office. She bailed out on a gf who's just broke up cos she's not keen on Thumper so instead she partied at Pump Room with just one happy drink. A get-up of white shirt and black high-waisted pencil skirt is now her Pump Room uniform. Did a silly Super DoDo stunt behind the tranny singer's back despite knowing the risks (The singer's like 10 times bigger than tiny spunky R. Imagine that.). Pulled silly antics and weird dance acts whole night. Good fun but early night. So yeah.
Stumbled across a poem when crawling on www a couple of nights ago and it made R realised how crap she was. She's all talk about sticking to oaths and shit but she's bailing out on a friend who might need her being there. Hmm... but then again, she feels like she'll be played out.
If one day you feel like crying, call me. I don't promise that I will make you laugh, but I can cry with you. If one day you want to run away, don't be afraid to call me. I promise not to stop you, instead I will run away with you. If one day you don't want to listen to anyone, call me. I promise to be there for you. And I promise to keep my mouth shut. But if one day you call and there is no answer, Come fast to see me. Perhaps I need you. -Anonymous
Tune of the day: YoYo Ma + Astor Piazzolla's Libertango
Loved what you wrote for Juno. Loved it. Loved it. Loved it.
Look, in my opinion the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what-have-you. The right person is still going to think the sun shines out of your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with. - Mac McGruff
Mr. C sports ink on each of his arm but he was ready to disown R when he found out she secretly awarded herself a ho tag of a dragon 4 years ago. Oh boy, did he scream at her good. But that's history. She's proud of that ho tag. Dragons is one of her favorite creatures and dragons symbolizes power and excellence, valiancy and boldness, heroism and perseverance, nobility and divinity. A dragon overcomes obstacles until success is his. He is energetic, decisive, optimistic, intelligent and ambitious. It's everything she wishes to be. Now that Mushu's 4 years old and R reckons it's time to retouch and stuff, R's playing with the idea of fancying Mushu up. Inking her family name and getting a girlfriend of a phoenix for Mushu's are something she'd like to do this year too. The issues are tracking down a bad-ass tattoo artist to do the deed and where will the inks go on her body. Now, she liked the idea of her family name just below her current nape ink of her, ahem, cool name while the only place she could think of for Mushu's girlfriend is her shoulder. Hmm.. wait a minute. An idea just formed in her fickle mind; relocate Mushu and the girlfriend takes over his place. Something like this: Mushu would hang at his new pad at er... R'll get back to you on that later. So yeah, was scouting for more good phoenix tribals on www and then stumbled across these: Oh-oh, her funky mind's cooking up more ideas. Gotta stop before she goes berserk.
R wrote quite a nice and long and somewhat-made-no-sense entry earlier but she chickened out so she didn't post it. It's gonna pass her as judgmental, hypocritical, a liar and worst of all, a lunatic. Anyway, it's about this shit that's been rocking her shore like er... what Katrina did to er... New Orleans (? Shite, can't remember where...). Anyway, close friends would somewhat know about it. Yeah... this er... thing.... sigh.... why oh why? Her definition of being in a relationship is pretty much simple and old skool. It spells solid but not blind trust, utmost respect, full transparency and honesty, fierce loyalty, no-nonsense commitment and of course, undying love. She's pretty optimistic and naive about this department having to had just one relationship in her entire life. She does understand that the world has become a shithouse. People are taking advantage of trust. Loyalty is a joke and honesty is over-rated. Commitment's shit while love is divided and fickle. Then there's this poison putting words in her head making her doubt and confused. This poison revolves around betrayals, infidelity, break-ups and divorces; things that are pretty foreign to R. R isn't denying the facts. Yes, break-ups and divorces are happening every other day or maybe everyday but R knows there are happy endings. She believes in happy endings. However happy endings don't come easily. You gotta work for it. Work HARD for it, as a matter of fact. R thinks that people don't try hard enough. They don't give their best shot. Give up too easily and are too chicken shit. And when one asks for it, one oughta give it too. You want fidelity from your partner? You freaking give her that. You want respect? Give him that. She remembered this half-arsed conversation with this guy and this Hongkie chick. This Hongkie chick said that she didn't mind her man goes fucking around. R was shocked as hell that she cut that chick off halfway, saying something like 'No way. There's no way my man can go fucking around like some bastard. There's a limit.' Another bigger shock came in cos that guy agreed what R said. Of all people, he'd agree... hilarious. Thanks to a brilliant yet devastating intuition. She found out a couple more things that add salt to the wound... It might be ok but it's not right when you think you can go fucking around and then at the end of the day, you'd always go back to the same woman. Lemme ask you, would it be ok if your woman goes fucking around but goes back to you at the end of the day? Disrespectful. It's like spitting at your face, ain't it? Or to put things more crude, she spitting the cum she got from sucking some other man's wee-wee at your face? Would you like it? Now, stacks of Benjamin Franklins in the bank would be a plus but it's secondary for R. They are of no value to her if the bank account holder can't keep his family jewel well-behaved. She's born and raised to be her man's one and only. She refuses to be the fourth or the third. Not even the second. Her man will be the same for her. She may not be perfect but she'll stick to the oath and treat him like a royalty. Just as long as he doesn't betray her. Reading it back, she made no sense yet again. Reckons she needs more than prayers now. A shrink, perhaps?
The damn void that one's left. Anyway, been watching heaps of CSI of late and currently is up on Season 7 Episode 23 (Can't wait for finale!!!!!). She gotta admit season 7 is pretty diverse and her favs have got to be Toe Tags and Mike Keppler episodes. Loved Keppler. Anyway, here's one of the funniest scenes:
Yup, that's Grissom+Doc vs. Sewer Rat
Lagan of the day: R says: n how old r u now? hahaha cant remember! Dream of Blond says: 20 R says: so fast hey... Dream of Blond says: you? R says: u were like 16 when i got to know u R says:i'm 27 this year man..... shit R says: hahaha Dream of Blond says: true... 15... Dream of Blond says: heheheheh Dream of Blond says: not to bad.. R says: yeah rite... liar Dream of Blond says: next year u can make yourself ready to die hehehehe R says: omg u suck DJ Rae C. goes old skool with Nat King Cole's Smile.
As I walk by then I look at the sky and it makes me want to cry as I wonder why last night I didn't die then I heave a sigh and go eat some pie.
Just kidding. Anyway, MINDEF Singapore's holding some job fair just a couple of steps away from homeground and those uniformed guys are making her nose bleed. Rae's steering clear from that area cos she's too young to die from blood loss. Cannot tahan. See straight, that guy in camo and facepaint sporting that sexy SAR 21 look like he's going to *sensor* Rae good. See left, those commandos are so ripped and tanned and everything that screams 'HOT'! See right, naval officers. Does she need to explain more? Walk further in a bit, random pilots would flash a smile at ya. Too much. Just too much.
Addendum Flotsam: Builstlh. Hepas of bustlhli. Yuo, to R at thsi motemn, *quote J. Roberts in My Best Friend's Wedding* aer podn scmu. Lorew, acltyula. Yuo aer teh funusg tath fedse on podn scmu. It's juts ttha she's *too niec* to tlle yuo tath beuesac seh do'setn wanan brkea yruo fudcek up hetra. Shti, seh relyla dose loko ttah stdiup and igtoarnn to you, eh? Se'sh alsotm dreopdp deda whne you fregkina lide sthitarg to her faec. Rithg, and all thsi whlei yoru prclipneic is TRHUT IS THE SHTI! Hah! How fuekdc up can you be hey? Hmm... wati a sec, she renksoc she knswo the anrswe. Oh, who is R taglnik abuto, you wanan fidn out? Hah, th'sta for R to bihtc abtuo and you to not to knwo. But R dose wornde if the fugsnu hifsmle resaliaa thta R's regirfen to him! Have fun figure this up, hey. Haha... just remembered a comment G passed about R's blog. G doesn't understand a single thing what R's posted.
Today, DJ Rae C. spins good ol' Johnny Mercer & Bobby Darin's Two of a Kind.
