Retail Therapy

Shopping has health benefits.

Yin and I went on a little retail therapy, and spent a total 6 hours (maybe more!) combing the streets in Malacca.

Cardio - all the walking!!
Squats - when looking at trinkets on the lowest shelf.
Stretch - when bending to see an item closer.
Arms lift - while taking shirt off to try new outfit.

Yin was cured of her sinus problem in the first hour of the workout!

Amazing, shopping and its benefits.

Branding

Tom, an ex classmate, thinks I am a man-hater.

Man-hater? Pah!
If I didn't like you male homosapiens as much as I actually do, I would have long given up you men.

Man-hater? Pah!

Disclaimers

I realise that half the time, we are ill treated by the opposite sex because we allow ourselves to be treated that way. Men and women both.

When a guy tells you (drunken or sober) that he is not a nice person, that he is a jerk, or that he cannot treat you as well (or love you) as he should, STAY AWAY. He is placing a disclaimer.

He's just telling you that he can't be arsed to make the effort. If you tell him off at any point in time, he'll just tell you 'I told you from the very beginning that I am not worth your time'.

And you know what? They are normally right.

Fun Fun Fun

Blogging is so much fun.

I love it. In fact, I could actually start to get quite addicted to this.
It's great because you get to reflect on stuff that has happened, and write about it , uninterrupted.

This is too much fun!

Shoes vs Men

Pray tell, what would you do if you had to choose between men and shoes?

I started work a couple of days ago, as a financial and cost analyst for a multinational manufacturer. I had to go through an induction yesterday, and as a part of it, went to see the Health and Safety Manager, Mr J.

Now, now. J has the most amazing eyes I have ever seen on a Malaysian guy. I noticed them the first time I saw him, at the canteen, when I was 50 metres away! No, I am not exaggerating.

Anyway, I went for a health and safety briefing in his office. *grin*
And my god, that is one sexy man.

His room smelled so.... masculine. His eyes, incredibly sexy. The pants complimented him very very well, and his voice. Oh my gosh, his voice! And CHEST HAIR!!!!!!

Ok. ok.

So I sat down, and he started asking me questions.

J: Do you smoke?
Me: No *shakes head*
J: *raises one very sexy eyebrow* sure?
Me: Yes

J: Do you do drugs?
Me: No
J: *lips curved to one side* sure?
Me: positive

J: Do you wear high heels?
He glanced at my feet, and my very new, very white, very pretty heels...
I wiggled my toes.
J: I coming up with a shoe policy. No heels, maybe the chunky ones can. No toes, all must be covered. Heels also must be covered.

I can't remember the rest of the induction programme, but I do remember seeing the female factory engineers and their chuncky safety shoes.

So, pray tell, if you had to choose between men and shoes, which would you?

Boys make you cry

In my lifetime, three guys have made me cry.

The first one made me cry because he insisted that he loved me. At that time, I had the biggest crush on his best friend.

The second one made me cry because he was oblivious to the fact that I loved him.

The third one made me cry because he refused to tell me he loved me, even when he did.

One can only repeat the same mistake three times.

Post Valentines Thoughts

Love is such a complex emotion.

Love makes us irrational.
Love blinds us from faults.
Love confuses.
Love binds.

When you love, you cease to be impartial.

Love might make us selfless, but love makes us selfish for the ones we love.
Love hurts.

But yet, what I am afraid most of love, is the thought of not having it.

My personal accounts

I was reading a friend's recollection of a recent trip that we took together. In that recollection, the trip sounded uneventful, boring and dry. Looking back, nothing exciting happened, but that particular trip was to me, special and unforgettable.

It is true that we didn't do anything exciting. There were no adventures, no mishaps, no fights, no drunken episodes. However, there was that one smile, and that other look, the silent exchange of thoughts, the hugs and the unseen affection. That made the trip special.

And thus, I've decided today, that I want to keep a personal account of the experiences in my life. My stories, seen from my point of view.