Do you believe in horoscopes??

I can't believe it!! This is so true about myself, but not 100% accurate though...

The big question mark

Ever been in a situation where you think you’re about to start something you’ve experienced before? It’s that same kind of feeling, the time when you feel excited, and intimidated simultaneously. When the question mark in the brain gets bigger, it’s really making you worried. All sorts of questions would pop up uncontrollably, leaving you feeling uncomfortable and insecure.

You would wonder whether this is a journey into the same cycle you’ve just exited. Is it a vicious cycle? Nobody can answer this unless you continue the journey and find the answer yourself. Like I mentioned before in many previous posts, there’s risks to bear in everything we do. It’s either you gain something or lose it. Damn, this is scary!

Gaining something would be pleasant but losing something?? Oh no… if things didn’t turn out right, we’ll just lose it (Damnit! I’m not talking about the flower issue, you perverts! *rolls eyes*). Once lost, it’s rather difficult to get back into the previous situation again. And it would be an uncomfortable encounter for you and whoever that’s involved in the situation.

Arrghh…I’m not a coward but all those questions really got me thinking. Should I continue the journey? Is there strong evidence that this journey is going to be fruitful? Is there any possibility that we could at least maintain the previous comfortable stage if things turned out the opposite way? Bleh…. God knows! Enough of brain exercises, I’m off! Ciao!

Cindy Crawford look-alike??? *choke*

I'm sure you know what's that hot chick's trade mark that made her famous right??? Oh no, it's neither the boobs nor the bodyshape! It's the oh-so-glamour big mole some where near her lips!

Now, would you believe it if I say that I "suddenly" look like Cindy Crawford?? *cough* Well, the only difference is her mole is black in color while mine is red!

Damn!! Why on earth do we have to suffer from volcano eruptions on the face??? Bloody hell...of all places, that extra big ugly red thing pops up somewhere near the lips! And when you're totally pissed off with the damn ugly thing on your face, you get idiots asking you weird questions like these:

Q: Wow! That's big! Are you under stress??
A: No...I get this coz I talked too much! *rolls eyes*

Q: What's that above your lips?
A: Oh, you mean this *points at that big volcano*? Don't you know that I'm going to be the next Cindy Crawford??

Q: *Focuses at the big red "mole" while chatting instead of looking at me in the eyes*
A: What are you looking at?? Never seen a volcano before?? Oh don't be jealous ok! This shows that I'm still young!!

Q: You've a big volcano! You must be thinking of someone too much lately.
A: Heh? *smiles sheepishly* No such thing...don't be silly!

*sheesh* I'm not gonna look into the mirror till it's gone! No joke! *recalls back secondary schooldays* Gee, I recalled I never really looked into any mirrors for almost two bloody years when I was about fourteen...and that's because I had millions of volcanoes!! *blushes* And now, because of ONE ugly extra big volcano, I'm doing the same thing again! Arrghh...damn that ugly thing!

Is it really a game??

What are the chances of winning in a game? It’s usually perceived to be a 50:50 situation but I think we are so wrong about that perception. It’s not about the opponent or us. It’s just a plain irritating fact that no matter how perfect a game turns out to be, it’s still going to end…and it normally ends in an ugly way! There are also many other games that would end in the initial stage. Now, should we blame the umpire??

So what exactly do you do in a game? What kind of role do you play? Usually, we are the ‘victims’ who detect the incoming ‘threats’ of an opponent, so to speak (maybe it’s just me =/ ). So, when you reciprocate and attack back, the game turns into an exciting and challenging one. After some time, the excitement curve goes down the drain, and the game normally ends even before you realize anything. So, who says that the game is fair just because it only involves two idiots?

The opponent decided everything. He or she was the one who attacked first but he or she was also the one to walk out of the game first. And what about you? You’re left there all alone, just like a fool with something to ponder upon. You’d go, “WTF???” “What did I do?” “It was a game set by that person, and when I was about to play it, the idiot just disappeared like a ghost!”

Bloody hell. Why am I still talking about this issue??? Damnit! It’s been a year! Guess the brain resembles a tape recorder. If there’s nothing new to record, the old file will still be there until it’s finally overwritten. Well, the old one is still somewhere in the recorder but it hasn’t been used ever since the game ended. Even though there were a few new files previously, it’s still there and has not been overwritten yet. Is there any difference? Arrghhh…I just hope that the old file in the recorder is just a useless trash that will be recycled or overwritten soon!

Anyways, Happy Birthday, Mr.Old Trash. Congrats for spoiling the game! Thinking back about the game, you were really a chicken shit! Or else, we could have been friends today like the other opponents I met! Oh forget it! An idiot will remain an idiot no matter how. Shame on you for being a coward! I might have been the loser in the game but you didn’t win either coz you lost me! I may have forgiven you and forgotten about the whole thing, but you will still remain a loser coz you never kept your promises!

The moral of this post: If you don’t have whatsoever interest or objective to play, then better don’t get yourself involved in any games (including the game of friendships)…unless you wish to contribute to the clan of idiotic cowards!

The trip

I know, I know! I was supposed to post all these pics in January after my trip but I got infected with the procrastinating disease was too busy! Anyway, here are some of the pics taken during the three days two nights stand stay.

Look at the big bonsai behind us!


Beauties in the airport


The other side of the island...


The two "sua pa kau" or "suaku" who were very obsessed with the Nissan Sentra!


Hey, the two islands behind us are called Pulau Kentut Besar and Pulau Kentut Kecil. So, remember to fart when you go there next time! =P


You jump, I jump!


OMG! What's that??


The waterfall (Pic captured from the cable car)


Fear Factor...aren't you scared?? Oh no!! We're going higher and higher!


An aerial view from the peak of Gunung Mai Cencang Machincang

Take two..."Nice ass!"


"OMG...I really need to kick you!"


Psst...she appears animal friendly! "Want some rabbit poo food??"


Here boy, take some to eat feed the rabbits


Chow Yuen Fatt loves this bridge! Don't believe me?? Go watch Anna & The King.


The same ass again...


Ohh...another sexy one! Gee, I think the photographer loves people's ass!


Another bridge featured in the movie


Girls! This would be the perfect size for your assets!!


The polluted black sand beach


The set of miniature samurai swords the bloke bought to defend himself from the three crazy girls


Sea view from our hotel room


What the...?? Program Latihan Khidmat Negara over here on this beautiful island?? Hey...where's the application form?? I want to join too!!


Beautiful rocks and seashells


Eeuuww...what smell is that??


...and the girls became crazier...


...ehhh, he's really asleep! Let's see whether his nostrils are full of gold or not! =P

Do you sometimes feel that no one truly knows you,
And that no one understands or really cares?
Through his people, God himself is close beside you,
And through them he plans to answer all your prayers…

Someone cares…
Someone knows your deepest need,
Your burden shares;

Someone cares…
God himself will hear the whisper of your prayers.

-John Gowans-

How true is this???

I read a post from somebody's blog. Don't think I should elaborate much about what she posted. Just read...

Hard date

‘So, let me get this straight’ I said, taking a large gulp of my whisky sour. ‘If your cock is hard when you’re with a woman on the first date, then that means you will ask to see her again?’

JN nodded. ‘Yes: if something’s there, then I’ll want to follow it up’.

I pondered this for a minute. ‘So if you don’t get an erection, you don’t bother calling her?’

‘Well, yes, I suppose you could say that’ JN agreed.

‘What if she’s really funny or you have loads to talk about; doesn’t that matter? Surely that should be taken into account, aside from you getting the horn for her?’

‘You’re not getting it’ JN said, exasperated, and took a long swig from his pint of beer. ‘Having a hard-on isn’t just about thinking she’s physically attractive and wanting to fuck her’.

I was confused. I was certain that of all the times I have been faced with a man whose cock is hard, it was because he wanted to fuck me; what other reason would he be erect (bar a medical disorder)?

I questioned JN further. ‘So if it’s not about wanting to fuck her, why should a second date depend on you having an erection during the first one?’

‘It’s about chemistry’ JN replied. ‘I know it’s good because I’ll get a hard-on with a woman; if we’re connecting – mentally – then I’m going to be attracted to her. Hence the erection; it’s a good judge of the spark between us – if my cock gets hard, I know I like her and want to see her again.’

I thought about this for a moment and suddenly an image of the BBC’s Peter Snow entered my head. I giggled out loud as I imagined him pointing out the increase in male attraction via an Erection Swingometer.

‘What are you laughing at?’ JN interrupted.

Not wanting to tell him about my Cockometer© (I’ve found it’s best not to joke about men’s genitalia except when with solely female friends), I was instead, liberal with the truth: ‘It just seems funny that you would be sitting there with a woman on a first date with a hard cock in your trousers and not be tempted to ask her to touch it’.

‘Well it’s not like I’d be at full mast; it’d be a secret semi – just there for me to feel, not for her to see. Anyway, sometimes it’s nice not to act on an erection – builds it up for next time.’

‘Seems like a perfectly good waste of a hard cock to me’ I said, thinking about how frustrated I would feel, not being able to touch my date’s hard-on, if I knew it was nestling between his legs, on account of me.

JN laughed. ‘Don’t worry, I still bash one out when I get home; no wastage there.’

‘I should think not.’

‘Anyway, it’s not as if it’s not the same for you – surely you get a little wet if you like a guy?’

‘Well of course I do, but I don’t really think I am the best example of female sexual response to be compared with; I am after all a sex fiend – I’m sure most women don’t sit there on a first date imagining what the guy looks like naked’.

‘You know Girl, you’d be surprised: I bet lots of women are like you – most in fact. You’re not alone in your desires’.

‘Well, maybe. I hope you’re right anyway, for your sake as much as mine’.

‘I know I am; I’ve slept with enough women to know. And on the other side, I know I’m definitely not the only bloke who gets a boner when he meets a girl he likes: all men get a semi if they’re attracted to the girl they’re on a date with’.

‘All men? All men get a stiffy on with a girl they like?’

‘Yup. And those that deny it are lying, I guarantee it.’

Woo...so what do you think?? OMG! Is that true?? *nose bleed*