This blog entry is M18:- What on earth is a disco stick?

I recently read an article entitled "Children at risk of pop charts porn." Without doubt, music is one of the most accessible entertainment to all of us. When we were teenagers, we could count on the radio even if it meant only one English station albeit Radio 4. Today, there are countless English radio stations and the internet with its music on demand allows us to listen to whatever we want instantaneously, without having to wait by the radio and press the cassette record button!

Music (not MTV) escapes censorship the easiest. Lyrics are made up of beautiful beautiful words, or sometimes naughty suggestions or even outright sexual descriptions. When I was in secondary school, every Friday after school my friends and I hung out at a road side ice kacang stall which housed an ancient juke box. One of the songs we would pay to listen to was Color Me Badd's I Wanna Sex You Up which we thought was very naughty at that time. We would giggle like the school girls we were and slightly awed by the blatant sexual intention. Thinking back perhaps the song writer merely lacked literary imagination. Then there were also songs with equally sexy melody but more subdued sexual connotation such as Rush Rush by Paula Abdul. "When you kiss me up and down" ".... no one has touched me 'so deep' x3 inside" ???

We also know that certain music genre tend to contain more expletives and sexual imageries. However these days, there are more R rated materials in the pop charts which I think is most inappropriate for young children. Some of them are pretty clever with metaphors and depending on how imaginative you are, one may miss it out completely. Have you ever listened to Kanye West's Big Ego??? The melody in the beginning itself is extremely suggestive and his snickering! Or am I just way too imagitive? How about Lady Gaga wanting to ride a disco stick????? Come on!

Do share what songs you think should be R rated or M18 or PG-13.

Fast Lanes

Can I please reiterate that when a stretch of road has got more than 1 lane, the foremost right lane is meant for overtaking????!!!!!!!! It is not meant for moronic drivers to stick to the speed limit despite the fact that the next 3 - 4 lanes to the left are empty.

For some moronic reasons unknown to unmoronic mortals like us, many people just don't get it. If these people drive with that kind of behaviour, there will never be enough lanes to ease congestion! Well I suppose KL folks are unlikely to have the luxury of free lanes either to the left or right but if you ever drive back to your kampungs using trunk roads, do not undermine the government's efforts in expanding the roads to 2 lanes each direction.

Thank you.

The Honest Muffin

Children are brutally honest. Yesterday I baked red velvet muffins, topped with mascarpone cream cheese. They were very delicious, at least in my opinion. I usually bake muffins in a batch of precious 12. So for each muffin I give out, I first contemplate the recipient before deciding whether he/she is muffin worthy.

Yesterday when I went to pick Eddie up from the park, there were 3 kids there. So I thought that precious 12 - 3 were ok. I offered the muffin to this little boy who eagerly accepted but a minute later he decided that he did not like it. The other 2 kids told me that the boy wanted to throw the muffin away! Such audacity, but he is only 3 years old.

Imagine if the world is filled with people who are honest and speak their minds, no mincing of words. Just imagine the delicious words that could flow out from your mouth in pure sincerity with no care in the world.

Mother in law
You will never think that I measure up to your standards. Guess what, neither do you!
Disclaimer: My MIL and I think that we are both great, at least that is what we got each other to believe.

Boss
Your jokes were never funny and the laughter was mere obligation. Everyone in the office pretends how wonderful you are but truth is, they bitch behind you all the time. Your pet so-and-so whom you think is so great, she calls in sick each time you go on leave.

(Neurotic) friends
*no, the honesty would be way too brutal*

For the Red Velvet Cupcake Recipe (the top one)
http://www.joyofbaking.com/RedVelvetCupcakes.html
I used Noel red which resulted in the darker red color, will try cherry red next time. And note the baking soda, not baking powder which I got wrong!

For Vanilla Cupcake Recipe (the blue ones)
http://www.joyofbaking.com/VanillaCupcakes.html
I left 1 egg out and found it only when I was cleaning out. Still ok but abit dry. Muffins look great tho and the blue icing helped it out alot. I added lemon juice to the butter icing.

Hunt for the Elusive Words

It kills me not to be able to think and channel my thoughts towards anything specific. This is what we call "tak tentu arah" in Bahasa Malaysia. Perhaps this is what separates us mere mortals from the great thinkers e.g. Aristotle, Confucius or Socrates

Why do we mere mortals need daily routines and jobs? Is it to keep us unthinking? Is that what drive people nuts in asylums or prisons? When people have no distractions whatsoever and all they have to themselves are their thoughts alone. Perhaps our minds have been so conditioned to operate with pre-programmed routines that when the use of your brain exclusively to think for a prolonged period of time may drive one insane? Or in my case, I do not know what to think!

Perhaps to be a great thinker, apart from intelligence of course, would be one's ability to be at ease with one's mind and do nothing else but to think.

To Shame or Not to Shame?

This morning while driving Sig.Ot to work, I came across a very very rude driver. This happened at South Bridge Road, at the traffic lights just before One George Street building (North Canal Road junction).

By the way the traffic lights were red. All of us were driving in the middle lane, as you could only switch into the Bus lane (left) towards the last 20 meters before the traffic lights. This stupid woman behind me switched lane the same time as I did, but she did it illegally (double solid lines) while I changed lane only where the dotted lines started. Of course I indicated my signals, and guess what she did? She sped up to cut me off to only then changed back to the original middle lane. Did I mention that the traffic lights were red? So after all that, it got her nowhere.

I was so furious that I wound down my window, whipped out my mobile phone and took a picture of her car. I cannot believe the ugly behaviour she has just displayed. I had to stop Sig.Ot from confronting her for her atrocious and dangerous driving. (Well I thought when the lights turn green, we would look really stupid. )

Well, I am no longer as upset as I was this morning. I suppose she is probably worrying about a picture of her car being published in the paper tomorrow and that is good enough for now.

Cultivating Rat Culture

One of the local papers here publish photos sent by its readers on a daily basis. Sometimes readers send photos of accidents, natural phenomenon but ALWAYS, there is a picture of ratting on someone else. This morning, a MRT commuter took a picture of a lady eating her sandwich while standing in the train. Well you see, eating or drinking is prohibited on public transports in Singapore. Yesterday, another reader sent a photo of a man lying down on the seats of MRT as he has taken up 3 seats for his nap.

Of course what these people have done were wrong, but just tell them in their face. Don't secretly take their photos and then have them published on the newspaper in order to shame them. It is such a cowardly behaviour.

This reminds me of a time when I was driving and signaled to change lane. I did have enough space to change lane, but because I indicated my signal light as courtesy, the where-the-sun-never-shines or this piece of what-dungbeetle-eats, sped up his car just to cut me off! I was furious. Mind you my lane changing was perfectly legal as I was heading towards my destination. As he sped up to cut off my lane, the lights happened to turn red and his car was right next to me. I stared at him hoping to deliver him the finger gesture, but he just pretended not to notice me and stared right ahead of him (probably his heart was thumping hoping the lights would turn green soon). Boy was I mad. These people bully other drivers behind the wheels of their cars but they would never dare look you in the eye for their inconsiderate selfish behaviours. Such gonad-less illegitimate spawn!

My Sig.Ot has gotten over incidents like this and he takes it with a pinch of salt. Therefore each time if I happen to be driving him and someone cuts us off, he will literally turns his body to face the window and stare at the driver in the car next to us because he finds it funny. Of course they would never dare look back at us after doing their cowardly deeds. One time, Sig.Ot went as far as to winding down the window, leant out of the window and pretended to take a photo of them with his phone. Of course he never really took the photo but it was a very funny sight as he tends to exaggerate his action.

But perhaps since we can't beat them, might as well join them! So drivers here, beware of a woman with a camera should you ever speed up to cut off her lane.

Aren't We What We Are?

In the past few days, the media has been focusing on the labelling of "old people". There was also an articled entitled, "Don't Call Me Old" featuring a grey hair woman in fashionable top paired with tights and pumps. Today, a reader wrote in to say that her late mother was offended when a doctor referred to her as "old lady".


So is aging paranoia a new thing or not? Lets see, when I turned 30 early last month, I talked about buying beauty products to delay the aging process. Both my mother and late grandmother have always been complimented for looking much younger than they really are. Obviously I did not bag the same genes hence the talk of SK II etc. Last week when I was walking in Botanics Garden, there was an Indon tai tai sitting next to Eddie and I. I kid you not, her skin was more supple and smoother and more glowy than Eddie's bottom!!! This tai-tai has got to be in her 50s but she looked damn good for her age. Undoubtedly, her doctor has done an excellent job.


I read a very good article last week which talked about accepting aging and fight social negative labelling of aging. Point #1 in the article was, "Stop telling people that they look younger than they do." I have to both agree and disagree to this point. First of all, you are what you look. So if you look younger, it is a fact. And if you don't, live with it. Too bad you haven't got the good genes. Too bad you have smoked a pack a day for the last 10 years. Too bad you were drinking a bottle of whisky every other two days and getting 5 hours of sleep while working in a super stressful environment. The only reason why I would agree to this point is for the sake of the weaker minded people who are so influenced by mainstream media. We already know that this group of people generates a multi billion dollar industry.


When we were growing up, I am sure all of you would agree school was one of the most cruel places. Children spoke their minds and gang up against the odd ones out. I am sure most of us were teased for being fat, skinny, ugly, pimply etc. Guess what? We grew up accepting our differences and moved on. And the same should apply too when we reach that juncture and accept the fact that we are old.


It is true that the general pre-conceptions about being old is weak, sick or wrinkly. If you cannot fight all 3, at least then do what you can and stay fit. And if you cannot, accept what you are that you are old; weak, sick and wrinkly.

Hope

This morning on the way into town, there was a truck of men heading in the same direction from the East. It is common sight to see a group of immigrant labourers on their way to work at the back of a truck. Of course this is not a very safe mode of transport but such is life.

So you must be wondering why did this group of men stand out from the rest? For one, they were all dressed in suit jackets and they had suitcases with them at the back of the truck. Most importantly, all of them looked so fresh faced, so full of hopes.

They must have all just arrived this morning and were picked up from the airport by their prospective agents / employers. I cannot help but feel so touched by the journey they have just made. When they left their homes and families, they must have felt so excited about what laid ahead. Going to a foreign land, the much talked about and sophiscated Singapore.

Dressed in their Sunday best, they made the journey to the airport, a journey which may have been 10s of hours away from their homes. For some, it may have even been their first flight. Their families must have been both sad and proud of these men. Going to make money and better their lives.

(Will take a photo next time I see another one so that you could relate better to what I am describing)

Social Branches

I am a self professed anti-social. I am probably more sociable than Sig.Ot but compared to most of my friends, I am so much more fussy when it comes to meeting people. Friends I keep in touch with are friends whom I treasure so dearly.

First of all I do not or rarely do threesomes. This means I would rather be hit with a spade at the back of my head than attend any GROUP gatherings. I loathe reunion dinners / gatherings etc. In my opinion most people attend reunion dinners merely to gossip and their inquisitiveness has nothing to do with genuine concerns as they are mere busybodies.

I like one to one interaction with my friends. As a result, during the past 12 years I have formed social branches rather than social circle. My friends do not meet each other. The only times they have come together were for my KL farewell party, hen's night and wedding.

One very odd co-incidence is that over the past 12 years, I have met 3 very good friends who do not know each other but share the same birthday i.e. 12th August! They are also of very different ages, 30 -32 -44, and races, Malay - Chinese - Caucasion. Most importantly, they are very wonderful friends, just like all of you are.

Beautiful Bummy Day

The haze has finally cleared and the sky is blue again! So today I met up with my Sig.Ot at our local swimming pool for lunch. He got there early since I had a prior appointment for massage. The thing about Singapore is that everything is so clean. The public swimming pools may be at least 20 years old, but the condition is excellent.

Depending on the location of the pool and which day of the week, you get different crowd of people. On weekends there are definitely families and children attending lessons. On weekdays, you have students who go to the pool as part of their P.E. But everyday, there are definitely four to five guys; gym going guys, metrosexual looking guys, who are there not to swim but to sunbathe. I often wonder what do they do for a living. Don't they have to work? Anyway when I got there today, there were about 5 of these guys scattered around the pool. They are all physically fit but not my cuppa tea. They wear speedos, proper speedos.

Remember about 3 years ago, very low waist jeans was all the rage. I still recall going to Levis to try on a pair. I was very offended that the biggest size they did was 28 or 29. Anyway, I tried to squeeze myself into a pair. Oh crikey, the jeans wouldn't even go pass my thighs!!! I was amazed at how those girls fit into these jeans. So I started observing girls who wore those type of jeans. They are very very petite. Don't mean to stereotype but you know those Chinese girls with straigtened hair and usually very very slim, they wear them. And the other thing I noticed was girls who wore these jeans and could fit into them, they had no bum!!! Yes it is true. You cannot have bum to wear these jeans or else your butt crack would show.

So back to the swimming pool. These metrosexual men wear extremely extremely tiny speedo. They can carry it off because there isn't an ounce of fat on their bodies. My Sig.Ot commented before how could these guys fit into the tiny swimming trunks. (He carried on with some other jokes which are not suitable for posting) I kid you not. the height of the trunk is about 3 inch tall, which means it JUST reaches the top of the guy's butt crack. It then made me realise that in order to wear these, you cannot have bum!!! Clever isn't it? These pants make you look like you are so super sexy but in actual fact you haven't got any bum. (If you think James Bond's trunk is tight and small, you need to further divide his into 2. That's how small it is!!!!)

Anyway a newcomer arrived and was sauntering from the changing room to the other side of the pool. I could not believe my eyes. His trunks were soooooooooooooo small and soooooooooo fitting that he had not realised that the front of his trunk had slipped down. So in full view, or my view, was the bush of his pubic hair. I am not insinuating that all of you readers are familiar with the male anatomy, but we Chinese are quite hairless people. So when a Chinese guy's pubic hair is in public display, you are very sure that it is his pubic hair! You cannot even think, "Oh that is just part of his body/stomach hair."

I had to stop my Sig.Ot from waving at the guy. He is always capable of doing silly things like that. The last time we were holidaying in Samui, there was a naked man in the villa next to us who did not realised that we have moved in. He was on the phone when he finally noticed us. My husband instead of looking away, raised his hand and waved at the guy. He is very embarrassing like that.

Blank State of Mind

This is probably the most unproductive week of Year 2009. I am in procrastination mode. I have not been going out of the house apart from driving my Sig.Ot to work in the morning. I suspect that the reason why I have been sitting around doing nothing except for watching telly, is watching telly. I read in the papers the other day that teenagers who spend alot of time watching telly will grow up to be depressed adults.

I generally tell people not to take first dates to the movies because that is the most anti-social activity. Similarly watching a telly box is equally passive and anti-social. To be fair, certain programs could be educational but I think after a certain number of hours facing a plasma screen, your body starts going into hibernation mode. You feel lethargic and lazy. Any physical activity requires so much effort; you put on hold toilet trips just so you could go through another episode of drama series. I bet if a study is done on people with UTI, lots of them probably contracted it after watching Korean drama series.

I must snap out of this. Truth is I have been watching Boston Legal day and night. Bad poe. Will snap out of it!

SPPS- Self Preservation in a Plastic Sense

As I was growing up, I learnt to accept the way I look. I may not be drop dead gorgeous but I am really happy with the way I am. Of course when I was younger, i.e. early teens, I would wish for certain things such as non-frizzy hair, slimmer hips, narrower face etc but as I grew older I came to love the way I look. Honestly, I do. Back then in school, plastic surgery was perceived as something so shocking, and usually related to inflated boobs, like Dolly Parton. N.B. My Sig.Ot has recently told me that they all real.

My perception of plastic surgery started to change when I began to watch Nip Tuck 5 years ago. It got me thinking and I realised that most of us do alter or enhance the way we look. For example, skin preservatives you find in pots such as Creme de la Mer or SK II. Or lightweight thickening plus lengthening mascara, or in recent years, fake eyelashes which is glued on to your eyelids strand by strand which in my personal opinion make some look like they have got caterpillar resting on their eyelids.

Therefore most of us in the name of vanity do, to a certain degree, try to resist what nature does to the way we look. I admit that I may not wish to alter the way I look, but I would want to preserve the way I look. I do not want a new nose but I would like to keep my skin taut for as long as possible. I do not want my cheeks to sag or my jaw area to develop jowls. However, perhaps with time I may grow to accept how they will wrinkle, like how I grew to accept the way I looked in the first place. After all, aging does not happen overnight anyway.

So if my next pregnancy ruin my boobs, I may not rule out plastic surgery to restore them. Read restore, not upsize. My Sig.Ot said that there is no point in plastic surgery then. Haha... that's his humor for you.

The point is, most of us do want to look good by way of enhancing or changing or preserving. It is to what extremes are you willing to go. Be it a jar of Creme de la Mer or Botox injection. Therefore before one professes to be a saint and swear never ever to change the way she looks, do think again.

A Tale of a Tailor

As if the posting of a secondary school photo of me at somebody's blog isn't bad enough, I have also been threatened with a tell-all silly crush I had. I hereby have an announcement to make. I shall beat you all to it, and tell it all myself.

When I was 16, I had a crush on this tailor. All the guys who worked at this shop are the chinese samseng type, which are considered cool, ok maybe for my standard; ponytail, smoking, cool dressing, modified Honda 3-door Bullet, you get the idea. Yes I actually went there to get my shirts tailored just so that I could see him. And the hours and the money I used to spend at the cassette shop opposite the tailor just so I could catch a glimpse of him.

There, I have said it. While I am on the subject, don't you guys dare snigger and stand on moral high ground. As if you have not done something silly while fancying yourself being in love, be it with a real person or some boyband or Ryan Giggs. hehehehe...

The good thing is we can now look back and laugh about it, threaten others with it, make some money out of it if someone becomes a Datin one day, and to have done all those silly mistakes when we did, and move on since then.

Phew... Aren't we all glad that we have outgrown our silly crushes.

Made of Honor with KFC

When you first meet a prospective boyfriend, you would usually run through a checklist in your head. Cute *Check* Funny *Check* Smart *Check* Things in common? Check for now.

Yes, it is important to have things in common so that you could both hold a conversation. In fact that's how a date is nailed in the first place. Something to talk about. Things to do together.

My Significant Other is away in Jakarta for work. So I decided to be adventurous and went to our local dvd rental shop (haha). I picked up Made of Honor, a movie I would have never gotten to watch with Sig.Ot. He hates romantic comedies. FYI, our movies selection last weekend were Death Race (Jason Stratham) and Death Proof (Tarantino).

I then realise that it is a good thing if a couple does not have EVERYTHING in common. There should be things that your partner has no interest in which you could do by yourself or with your friends. For instance, I love watching a romantic comedy while having KFC at the coffee table. Or movie nights with my friends at the cinema. Or drinks with my buddies. This is the reason why it works perfectly well for me that Sig.Ot is anti-social! I would rather have drinks with my friends without him.

But of course there are times that I wish he would take me to social events. When we were dating, he promised that he would take me to 2 social events per year, then we got married. And the wedding registration and wedding reception counted as 2 events in that year. Unfortunately since then, there isn't anymore events to go to.

In the mean time, I am eating my KFC. FYI, KFC in Singapore can't beat Malaysia's KFC.

Lady of Leisure

I have finally left my job after nearly 3 years of disillusionment as a result of being a victim of bureaucracy. Well to be fair, my now ex boss was not really a bad guy who was probably a victim of the system himself. To cut the long story short; I made a dramatic exit, opted for a severance package and I have never been happier in my life.

So how did I come to the conclusion that I am happy being unemployed? Apart from the money of course (which is definitely more than what they are going to dish out as bonus this year).

Well, everyone sets for herself an achievement milestone for every decade she has lived for. I suppose being 30 would be one very important one as you transit from your careless yuppy years to a new decade in which you are supposed to build your wealth and a more stable (married) life (with children).

I have always seen myself as a career minded individual so just imagine my surprise at the realisation of how happy I will be to turn 30 and never have to work there ever again! Of course it helps to have a supportive spouse who says something like, "Told you to quit ages ago." And in return he expects me to turn into a domestic goddess which I have learnt isn't an easy job at all! So my salute to all of you full time mothers out there. We all know yummymummy made it look real easy and glamorous though.

FAQ:

Will you work again?

Yes I will when I am ready.

What are you going to do for now?

Spend time with my precious little bub.

By the way came across this funny article attached below. This is NOT an inspiration to throw in the letter especially at times like this but had it been last year, I suppose all of us would have stood a better chance. http://images.google.com.sg/imgres?imgurl=http://positivesharing.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/quit.jpg&imgrefurl=http://positivesharing.com/2008/04/top-10-bad-excuses-for-staying-in-a-bad-job/&usg=__wq7119U15Jl__egxTNB6f78ItmI=&h=301&w=300&sz=40&hl=en&start=1&um=1&tbnid=9cPjLpbmZmnnYM:&tbnh=116&tbnw=116&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dquit%2Bimage%26ndsp%3D18%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4TSEA_en-GBSG308%26sa%3DN:-

If you’re unhappy at work, I’m sure that the thought “Man, I really should quit!” crosses your mind occasionally.
So why don’t you?
Even if you long desperately to quit, to get away from your horrible workplace, annoying co-workers or abusive managers, you may hesitate to actually do anything about it, because right on the heels of that impulse come a lot of other thoughts that hold you back from quitting.
Each of these excuses may sound to you like the voice of sanity, offering perfectly good reasons why it is in fact better to stay and endure that bad job just a little longer, but look a little closer, and they don’t really hold up. What they do instead is keep you trapped in a job that is slowly but surely wearing you down.
Here are 10 of the most common bad excuses for staying in a bad job.

#1 “Things might get better”
That jerk manager might be promoted out of there. That annoying co-worker could quit.That mound of overwork could suddenly disappear.
On the other hand, things might also get worse. Or they might not change at all. If you’ve already done your best to improve your job situations and nothing’s happened, just waiting around for things to improve by themselves make little sense.

#2 “My boss is such a jerk but if I quit now, he wins.”
Who cares. This is not about winning or losing, this is your life. Move on, already.

#3 “I’m not a quitter.”
Well guess what these somewhat successful people have in common: Larry Page, Sergey Brin, Tiger Woords, Reese Witherspoon, John McEnroe and John Steinbeck?
Yep, they all dropped out of Stanford.
The old saying that “Winners never quit and quitters never win” is just plain wrong and leaving a bad job is just common sense.

#4 “I’ll never get another job”
Well not if you stay in your current job while it slowly grinds you down, you won’t! Move on now while you still have some self-confidence, motivation and energy left.

#5 “If I quit I’ll lose my salary, status, company car, the recognition of my peers, etc.”
Yes, quitting a job carries a price and that makes it scary. We all know this intimately.
But few of us ask this question: What is the price of staying in a job that makes you unhappy?
That price can be very high. It can ruin your work life but also your marriage, your family life, your health, your self-esteem and your sanity. Not all at once, but a little bit every day.

#6 “Everywhere else is just as bad”
That’s just nonsense. There are plenty of great workplaces in every industry.

#7 “I’ve invested so much in this job already”
You may have sacrificed a lot of time, energy and dignity already in attempts to make things better. This will make it more difficult for you to call it quits.
I’m reminded of how Nigerian email scammers sucker in people. At first it’s a small investment, but then the amounts grow and grow. At each step the victim is reluctant to stop because that would mean losing all the money he’s spent so far.
Quit anyway. Staying on is just throwing good time after bad.

#8 “I’ll lose my health insurance.”
I have a lot of sympathy for this argument. Where I live (Denmark), everybody gets free health care regardless of their employment situation so I can’t imagine the leverage this must give employers.
One answer: Start looking for another job with similar health benefits.
Also: Ask yourself what good job related health insurance is if your job is actually making you sick - which bad jobs can absolutely do.

#9 “My job pays very well”
I have zero sympathy for this argument. I don’t care how well your job pays; if it makes you unhappy it’s not worth it.
Quite the contrary, if you make a lot of money now, use that financial security to quit and find a job that’ll make you happy.

#10 “Quitting will look bad on my CV”
Whereas staying for years in a job that grinds you down and goes nowhere will look excellent.

The upshot
Many of us would be much happier at work if we quit bad jobs sooner. I’ve talked to many people who have finally managed to quit a bad job and only wished they’d done it sooner. I have yet to meet a single person who quit a crappy job only to wish they’d stayed on longer.
You may have perfectly good reasons to stay in your crappy job - all I’m saying is that it pays to examine those reasons very closely to make sure that they hold up.
‘Cause it may just be the fear talking.

Grace Period

StarTV has been showing re-runs of Friends which I do not mind watching because I do find the show funny. All of us remember the on-off relationship Ross has with Rachel. The other night they "kind of" broke up over the phone because Ross was upset with Rachel spending time with her colleague. On the same night, out of jealousy, anger and whatever other age old excuses, he responded to a girl hitting on him in a club and this of course led to him waking up the next morning with this girl in his apartment. Now hit the rewind button. The night before; after Rachel had the argument with Ross on the phone she regretted it and decided to go see Ross next morning to patch things up!

Last week, Callie from Grey's slept with McSteamy because she "kind of" broke up with George. Again, hit the rewind button and you'll find George regretting the argument and wanting to make up with Callie. But of course, the deed is already done (by Callie).

Last night in Lipstick Jungle, Victory broke up with Joe Bennett after she found out that he's bought over her company. And the preview to next week's Lipstick Jungle, Victory regretted the break up and called Joe, wanting to get back together with him. Joe picked up the phone and there was another woman right next to him in his bed!

If this pattern could be seen throughout completely unrelated TV series, just think how common it actually is in real life.

So when Rachel found out from Gunther that Ross slept with this other woman, she hit the roof. Who wouldn't? Throughout her rage, my hubby kept saying "but they broke up." Yes, from his technical viewpoint, they did kind of broke up.

So what's the moral of the story?

1. Mean what you say or don't say what you don't mean.

2. Never threaten to break up when you know that you don't really want to.

3. Litmus test: when you say you want to break-up, please run through your mind that he/she might be snogging/shagging another person in the next 12 hours, and will you be ok with that.

Fourthly, I think there should be a universal implied grace period when a couple breaks up. Perhaps the grace period should be about a month, then you could really think through if you really want to break up. And in the mean time, no sleeping around for the month.

TV Crossovers; Reality Muddled Up

I have not watched so much tv since primary/secondary school days when dubbed Japanese drama series (Maero Attak) were all the rage. Despite my dear hubby who complains about his cable tv provider for cheating him with all these reruns such as Friends, Desperate Housewives, Grey's etc, I find them perfect to help pass my time (not that I am that free). At the same time I get to do some catching up before new seasons are aired.

We all get crazy about certain drama series and get suckered by the characters, like how I always love McYummy instead of McDreamy, that we develop our own sense of reality within a show. Therefore when I see a patient of Burke lying on the operation table for heart problem, my little reality (S2 e22) gets a wake-up call because this particular patient was already shot dead in Desperate Housewives when she help up a department store!

I think I now understand why my husband refuses to watch CSI (the original) on the ground that Grissom killed Billy the Kid in Young Guns. The same reason also applies to his refusal to watch Private Practice because he maintained that those 2 (top left and centre) are not real doctors. One is a judge and the other a lawyer from 2 different drama series.

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1. I am sooooooooooooo in love with Eddie.

2. I still love the color black; my bedsheet and duvet cover are made of black egyptian cotton.

3. I hateeeeeee ants, can't stand them.

4. I love my steak medium rare.

5. I haven't been to a club for over 12 months now.

6. I don't really care who wins the next US Presidential election since either one has got to be better than the current one.

7. I wish I have 7 bloggers to tag.

a Squeeze they say....

I was reading the local paper today when I came across the celebrity gossip column. They were referring to Lewis Hamilton's current "squeeze", the Pussycatdoll chick. Ever since Lewis Hamilton became the star of Maclaren, the cynic in me knew that his highschool sweetheart Jodie Ma's days were numbered. And yes, perhaps due to very different schedules, geographical challenges and extremely different social circles have inevitably exposed Lewis to meeting new people, i.e. his post Jodie Ma girlfriends. He may have every right to date a different girl every different day of the week, but for the press to refer to a girlfriend as a "squeeze" is downright degrading. I do wonder what exactly was the writer thinking of when he picked the word "squeeze"? Do you see fit bottoms passing by and casually go, "Exqueeze me? May I have a squeeze? beep beep*road runner style*"

Hillarious!!!

Saturday August 30, 2008
Welder’s love plans unscrewed
By MEERA VIJAYAN, The STAR

JOHOR BARU: A welder who tried to elongate his penis with a nut found himself in a pickle when the nut got stuck after he had an erection.
The victim, from Taman Sri Skudai, had apparently been trying to increase the length of his penis ahead of his engagement next week when disaster struck.
It is learnt that the incident occurred on Thursday and the 20-something-year-old victim went to the Sultanah Aminah Hospital here to seek treatment when he was unable to get the nut off himself.
Unfortunately, hospital authorities were at a loss and had to call the Fire and Rescue Department for assistance.
A department spokesman confirmed that they received a call from the hospital yesterday, and sent seven firemen to help out.
They, too, were unable to remove the nut.
At press time, the nut was still firmly attached to the base of the man’s genitals.
This is the second case in the past week involving objects stuck on penises. On Aug 25, firemen were summoned to the University Malaya Medical Centre in Kuala Lumpur to cut a steel ring from a patient’s penis after numerous attempts by doctors failed to dislodge it. It is believed the patient, in his 20s, had slipped the ring onto his penis to increase his sexual prowess.

I don't think they needed 7 firemen to help remove the nut, but everyone at the fire station was probably fighting to go and kepo at hospital. I would have! hahahahah!!! poor guy.