Monthly Archives: November 2010

you never existed

One of my friend’s said this in a post. I can’t be sure if she meant it the same way it’d apply here, but I don’t think I could phrase it any better.
I might delete you from here and there but I cannot pretend that you never existed. It’s alright though, because it’s the past that made me who I am today. I don’t want to look forward and forget where I came from“.
Sometimes I still think of you. But sometimes it doesn’t even feel like you were ever a part of my past. I don’t really know how to describe it. Being in KL the past few months has brought back so many random memories. But memories are a weird thing. In some ways I remember what I felt, what I thought, yet thinking of being there so long ago with you feels so unreal.
Sometimes I wish we were still friends so it stops feeling like that’s all that is left of you. Just a memory.
If it weren’t for the thousands of pictures that I have in the hundreds of folders on my laptop, I wonder what I’d actually remember about my life.

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,
This coming Christmas I’d like to ask for a boyfriend. Tall, dark, handsome. Great smile. Amazing eyes. A guy who knows just how to make me laugh. One’s who is sweet and would pamper me, but with a cheeky side as well. Someone who enjoys adventures and doing crazy things every now and then.

But more importantly, I want a guy who’s going to be honest with me, no matter what goes on. You see, I’ve come to realise, that even in the greatest of relationships, mistakes will be made. So as long as there’s trust, there’s nothing we can’t work on. I’m explaining this because I don’t want you to forget to put that in when you’re making me my present this year.

I’m sure there are many more little things that I could add to the list, but that’s okay Santa. I don’t want my perfect guy to be a list of things. Perfection is something we can accomplish on our own over time. And really, there’d be no fun if we didn’t have anything to fight over.
Don’t worry about my present this year. I already got what I was gonna wish for.
Thank you!

candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker!

When Ogden Nash comment that “candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker,” he was most definitely talking about alcohol as the liquid panty remover. It’s supposedly faster and more effective than with conversation, flowers or even dick jokes. Give a girl a shot of tequila and she’ll be giggling puddle of uninhibited goo the moment it hits her bloodstream, while men can slam back the rest of the bottle and still be ready for anything.
What Science says :
It’s true, but bot for the reason you’re thinking, which is most likely body size, right?
According to researchers, the real reason why women can’t hold their liquor as well as men is because men and women have very different water to fat ratios to their bodies. Men’s bodies are made up of about 52percent. While this doesn’t sound all that important, it basically means that male biology acts like a cheating bastard of a bartender, watering down every drink a guy consumes nearly 10 percent more than a woman’s internal barkeep.
Women are also lacking in the liver department. Specifically, they produce less of the liver enzyme dehydrogenate, which is that magical substance that converts alcohol into an inactive state and ensures you’re sober by the time Monday morning rolls around. Because they have less of the enzyme, women also feel the effects of alcohol much faster than men and it hits them harder.
So there’s a medical reason why there’s a drunk coed at every nightclub who will drunkenly protest she’s only had one little drink just before she passes out on the bar and shows everyone her business. A MEDICAL REASON, we tell you.
(Originally from Cracked)


Back home in Penang. Mostly spending time with the boyfriend doing nothing. Food and movies. What more could I ask for right? I wish I never had to leave.

is Love really enough?

I’ve always believed that you’ve gotta be honest in a relationship before you can expect the person you’re with to really love you. That’s what it’s supposed to be, isn’t it? Having that one person, in the whole world, that you can just be completely open with, for the rest of your life.

Friends come and go. You leave your parents and siblings to eventually start your own family. And then, who really matters after that? I don’t know if most people think the same thing, or I’m the only one here.

But then sometimes I wonder, is love really enough? Is love, everything? I used to believe that love conquers all. But with everything else that’s bound to happen in this crazy lifetime, is it REALLY?