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Friday

And God created Eve

Last evening I was deliberately seeking 'death' by attending two classes in gym WITHOUT grabbing anything beforehand for energy fuel.


But it was fun albeit having bodyaches now. Annoying Boy was nowhere in sight. Apparently, he has missed a few classes now. Disappeared. Zapped off. Hallelujah!


(Note: Not that I pay any attention to his attendance, I just noticed how much nicer classes were without him) :P


Then I did some female-bonding in the huge Ladies of ours. I spent 20 min in the STEAM ROOM, steaming my hair with 7 other girls; all clothed with just a towel wrapped across the chests. Guys reading this, control yourselves. Come to think of it, I haven't told you all the wonderful 'sightings' and conversations that take place in the Ladies. Picture Playboy mag and National Enquirer (tabloid).


It's amazing how much females can share when they are placed together. We bitched from relationships and work to "What workout do you do for the butt? It's so firm!"


So, all in all, it was a very relaxing evening. Lovely it is, just chilling with the girls sans men. Men, who sometimes send you the wrong signals. Men, who complicate matters. Men, who confuse you.


And men, who converse ever so eloquently to your chests.


>> Feet can't stop tapping to Pure Disco - The Hustle. Cute song.

mizz_angie @ 18.11.05 | Comment |

Sunday

Do We Know the Difference?

...To have a real boyfriend. I don't mean the romantic kind but the other type. The one you hug but never lock lips with.  

This is the guy who gives you the inside track on what really goes on at those bachelor parties and patiently explains why it's important to take sides in Alien vs Predator

But there is a slight problem to this scenario. It brings up that enigmatic question - can men and women be just friends? Not friends who are secretly attracted to one another. I'm talking about simple, innocent friendship. 


Full article
here


My thoughts:

Let's face it. We all know how hard it is to find that Someone whom you feel compatible with. Sometimes it's not just the physical or personality factor that determines it all BUT we are also talking about the X-factor >> CHEMISTRY. I can have dinner at a restaurant in the most romantic ambience. And with me, my companion: A perfect (outlook wise) gentleman dressed up for the occasion, sipping wine with the knack of knowing when and how to drop the occasional flattering sugary sweet compliments.


And you think this is going to work seemingly well into a woman's heart. Well think again. The woman (i.e. Me) might be anxiously waiting for the boring dinner to finish and is probably dying to wave at the waiter for the bill. Yes, the companion is talking and talking. He ain't keeping quiet, which is a good point (I can't stand quiet dates). BUT he is boring the shit out of me. At that point you realise, the core substance in keeping the lady's interest intact and possibly pushing it higher, just isn't there. The X-factor is missing. Zero chemistry. Nile. Nada.


I know I'm getting out of topic here, it is my intention to demonstrate that sometimes it takes more than just the right restaurant, right outfit, right words and right gestures to make it happen. If the magic ain't there, it ain't there my friends. Hence, back to our arguement of the above said issue "Can Men and Women Be Just Friends".


For many people the idea of a man and a woman being friends is charming, but improbable. "It always leads to something else," they argue, meaning that the relationship eventually becomes romantic. It is very difficult for a man and woman to have a platonic friendship, normally emotions get in the way and friendship can be ruined by one of the parties starting to get either possessive or jealous. Will your libido silence while spending pleasant time and having fun and sharing interests and activities, attitudes and values with just a friend of the opposite sex? Perhaps no. After all, in contrast to the countless love stories we come across in the movies, books or reality, male-female friendship are rarely acclaimed or depicted as an ongoing, freestanding bond. Think "When Harry Met Sally". First they were 'just friends', then they were 'friends plus'. How about Brad and Angelina when it became Brangelina faster than you can say, "Chemistry."


Bluntly speaking, it can only work if both parties have set some sort of boundaries / attachments. For example, both parties are attached in long committed relationships separately. (However, this is debatable considering the fact that most Men live by the rule, "My options are still open as long I'm not married", which is total crap to me but that's another issue of its own which shall be addressed if I remember, in my next entry).


Or, both parties already have a mutual understanding of if one of them feels emotions are seeping in, hence the need to sit down and discuss the possible directions of the friendship. I feel, when sex gets into the picture, a higher level of intimacy has been opened up. It's like opening Pandora's Box, if you ask me *smirk*. Do I hear someone say "Fling?" I mentioned this in one of my earlier entries: Definition of fling in my book: Meant to be everything that a committed relationship is not. You do things on a whim because you are never thinking clearly and definitely not thinking in terms of right or wrong -- that is why they are so wonderful. You are fully aware that this fling is not going anywhere in the realm of relationships and that it is simply for kicks. Girls, you should know by now to not let your emotions get involved (and if you feel them coming on, I suggest escaping quickly). And men, since you never have that problem, your only responsibility is to strap on a rubber.


What if I add: Care, Constant Thoughts of Him/Her, Compatibility, Great Company, Comfortability, Occasional 'I-Miss-Him/Her' Feeling and the X-FACTOR into the scenario? And for some reasons, these 'confused' people aren't in an official relationship yet. Would that still be accounted as a fling?

Or perhaps, they have a new term for this kinda relationship:


"The New-Age Fling"
"Fling: Fully Improved"
"Fling Version 2.0"
or simply...
"Love That Never Quite Made It"


Can men and women be just friends - An endless debate it is.

mizz_angie @ 13.11.05 | Comment |

Saturday

November Rain

Bad November
Bad meanie November
Please please go away
Give me back my sunshine and rainbow
... Sweet December~

mizz_angie @ 12.11.05 | Comment |

Tuesday

Do you mind?

Yesterday Annoying Boy pushed my buttons again.


I always put my locker keys on the floor next to the bike. When the class was over, I bent down to grab my keys. They weren't there. Searched for them for awhile and then I felt a tap on my left shoulder.


ANNOYING BOY WAS FREAKIN' HOLDING MY KEYS!


Breathed in and out, I calmed myself down. I mumbled 'thank you' and dashed off.

mizz_angie @ 8.11.05 | Comments (3) |

Monday

One of Life's Simplest Pleasures



Where I would love to live in. Keyword: By the beach. Not the house.


What I would most love to see each morning when I wake up

           

              DOING THIS EVERYDAY!                          (And putting creativity into use)


How I would most love the way to end my day:


A perfect kiss with the perfect someone by the perfect sunset


And when we have FRIENDS over, we could all drink, be merry and free.

JUST LIKE THIS!

mizz_angie @ 7.11.05 | Comment |

Sunday

Brain Barf

I have this bad habit I'm trying my best to change.


I speed-read a lot. I do not pay attention to details unless I choose to. The choice is usually determined by how much the article/story relates to me or the people around me. In other words, the articles have to be somewhat interesting to hold my miniscule interest span. I speed-read articles of newspapers, magazines and novels (except chic-lic stuff occasionally). Not forgetting also articles from the Internet which I, note: Fully maximize the function of the 'scroll tab' like there's no tomorrow.


That sure ain't good, is it? Many times have I caught myself in situations whereby, I was desperately trying to recall some information which I knew I have read somewhere but... just couldn't. And that frustrates me immensely! It's like the feeling of knowing something (vaguely) but you just couldn't get it out of your system. In times like these, I just feel like kickin' myself.


Well I think the main gist of this blog ain't just about me speed-reading. It's me. Me and my short attention span. Still can't fathom the fact that I am the way I am.


  • I can't remember a time where I finished coloring a single picture when I was little. My dad had to finish them for me.
  • The first time I got excited over the art of cross-stitching, I chose some complicated albeit gorgeous picture to stitch only to stop halfway because I was getting impatient that my picture wasn't turning out fast enough to keephold my interest in it.
  • I have 2 books which are on the shelves collecting dust of which I've read 3/4 of it but stopped because 1. the heroine died and 2. the mystical warlock destroyed the entire faerie kingdom and ultimately banished every single faerie-folk in it. Bound to have crappy endings, the both of them. So, no go for me.
  • I would love to get back to piano. For the record, I've not touched the black&white keys of a piano since I was 15. I mean, of course here and there I played a bit but as for serious playing, I stopped at the age of 15. I have my reason for that. And partly was because of my Mi. (Me - Age 15, rebellious, stubborn kid... guess you'd know the reason). I shall dedicate a whole individual blog for this, one day.
  • I attempted knitting a little something for the Used-to-be-Special-Someone until 60% to it, I stopped cos... well, we broke up. Heheh.
  • And for the past few months, I actually subscribed to http://www.transparent.com for the language of SambaLand. They are cute. They deliver a new word each day into your mailbox. Hence, the creation of a special folder aptly named "Portuguese" in my mailbox.  And as you would have guessed, subscription has been cancelled now ;)

This is bad. I gotta change. I'm like Jack.


Jack of all trades, and master of none.

mizz_angie @ 6.11.05 | Comments (2) |

Friday

Disaster Waiting to Happen

Another pointless rambling this is. Really.


***


This is comfortable. I subsciously keep telling myself that.


So comfortable that I am afraid I might get lost in all the maze of uncertainties. So comfortable that I might drown in it. And at the end of it all, so comfortable I feel, that I might not feel so comfortable afterall.


Does anyone believe in having too much comfort and happiness in life? Some people get so high in it, drown and overdosed that in the end, they get burnt so badly. Happiness is never an everlasting one, I believe. I've grown to realise that every beautiful beginning will somehow end with a tear. Some of you might disagree with me here. Being in the exuberance state of happiness you are in, you might think "Hey, this isn't true. I'm happy. So happy right now that nothing is going to take away this happiness that's in my life right now" True. To a certain period of time. Things will change. People around you will change. Everything changes. Inevitably. Whether you like it or not. Heck, if you are the one person who can stop things from changing, I would like to meet you.


"Please stop bad bad things from changing into even worse ones. Please make the good ones STAY. Or BETTER," I'd tell you.

mizz_angie @ 4.11.05 | Comment |

Wednesday

Shopping Experience

HL3 Sex Shop


That, was what I typed and saved on my mobile the moment I stepped into Midvalley yesterday. Interpretation:
H = Zone H
L3 = Level 3
Sex Shop = I-Need Shop (selling kinky sex toys, gadgets, etc) next the the entrance I came thru in


I never thought it would be strange for others until Ben and Wendy started playing with my mobile and saw that msg in my Outbox.


Ben: Gie, you into kinky bondage stuff eh? Not baddddd *wink*
Me: What?!


So that's me. I always text the exact location I park my car in shopping malls. For someone like me who is very chaotic when it comes to directions, it helps! :D


So few hours into shopping, we were browsing some clothes at this place when an aunty started to chat me up. Asking me about the prices, discounts, etc. Then she saw me holding these few skirts and blouses. She asked me where did I get them. I took her to the exact rack and started explaining to her about the discounted prices. Then, she said "Actually, my daughter and you are almost the same height. Yes lar. Can you do me favor?" After that...


I spent close to an hour, trying clothes for her (to be purchased for her daughter)


Hehehe. It was quite an experience la. Aunty and I spoke in Cantonese throughout the whole thing. Ben and Wendy were obviously so bemused by it, they started speaking to me in Canto during dinner. Which is, weird, considering the fact that we never really spoken Canto to each other for as long as we knew each other. The two of them, terrible *tsk tsk*


At the end of it, aunty thanked me so many times for doing this for her. In my heart, I was very touched by that very gesture of her, going all out to purchase clothes for her daughter. I asked her why didn't her daughter follow her along. Aunty replied with a smile, "Nahh, just like the young adults these days, they don't like to follow us, oldies for shopping." I didn't know to feel sympathetic or sad for her.


For the record, I still drag my Mi around for shoppings. Shhh, don't tell her this, she makes a lousy shopping partner. Shopping taste - quite good. Shopping endurance - ZERO. Three hours into shopping she will pester me to head down to Starbucks or CoffeeBean (depending on which is the nearest at that time) "to have coffee and rest my poor tired legs". She, very cute sometimes.


So to all teenage and young adult daughters out there, go shopping with your moms once in awhile. It does amazing stuff to the all 'mom-daughter bonding' thingy. Although occasionally you encounter situations like "That top so sexy. Bend a bit and you can see everythingla. Cannot. Go look for others."


Happy Happy Holiday People!

mizz_angie @ 2.11.05 | Comment |

Monday

My Cute 'Mi'

Meanwhile back at Puchong (parents' place)...


Me: Miiii (short for mommy), I'm going to Bali for holiday.
Mom: When?
Me: End of Nov.
Mom: With who?
Me: Friends la.
Mom: Then have to apply leaves lor?
Me: Of coz lah, will apply soon.
Mom: Oh.


(Oh? Just like that? Cooooooool)


Proceed to bug my brother.


Me: Psst... eh, tell you something. I'm going on a holiday soon *smirk*
Bro: Where?
Me: Bali :D
Bro: HUH? That place where terrorists bombed like nobody's business, that one?
Me: YES. That one *smirk* But you *shhhh la! SAY SO LOUD WANNA DIE IS IT? If mommy hears, she will nag me.
Bro: Miiiiiii.... che che is going to .... (voice trailing off) *Ouch* Don't pinch me lah!


Meanwhile at the dining table, during lunch.


Mom: Why go Bali? Nice meh?
Me: Of coz lah. Beaches :D
Bro: Yeaaa, beaches where terrorists love to bomb.
Me: *Glare* Ahem. I thought we both agreed to *shhh about it?
Mom: *Shhh about what?
Bro: Che Che doesn't want you to know that she is going to a terrorist-infested area.
Mom: Aiyo, you think mommy stupid is it?
Me: *Eyes wide in disbelief* YOU KNOW? (never thought my mom would pay attention to news as such when she reads the papers)
Mom: Of cos I know. I read the papers you know.
Me: Then... then... how come... how come you never stop me from going?
Mom: You so stubborn. Nag you 1 million times also you won't listen lar.


(In my head: Yeah true also)


*Pause*


Mom: But go lar, have fun. Just be careful and take good care of yourself.


I SO LOVE MY MOMMY AT THAT MOMENT K.
IT'S LIKE... "MI, YOU CAN NAG ME EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR ONE WHOLE MONTH AND I WOULD STILL LOVE YOU!"

mizz_angie @ 31.10.05 | Comment |

Saturday

Bloated

Monthly periods.


I hate them. Especially one week before it hits you, PMS kicks in. I don't get grouchy or mood swings like some women do. Thank goodness for that eh? Else, the bf or hubby has to stay away from me for about 2 weeks each month *smirk*


Cravings. I do get them sometimes. Chocolates. Gawd, it's amazing how they can help you alleviate all the PMS negativities.


I especially hate the water retention part that comes with it. Bloatedness is the word. Face seems a little rounder. Pants got a little tighter as the ass gets a lil bigger. And the tummy. Oh boy, don't get me started on that. It really shows!


So get this, that PMS do happen to us women. They are real, and guys, we're not making it up as an excuse to force you to 'deal' with our mood swings and what not. That we might look a little fatter than usual. That, ultimately, guys, you should try to understand the ordeal that we have to go through every single month and please, please leave us alone for awhile when we say so. Trust me, it helps you and your relationship! :D


I am soooooo retaining water right now. Hope to 'flush' them out in RPM tomorrow morning. Oh yeah.

mizz_angie @ 29.10.05 | Comment |

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