The difference between Making Love & Having Sex...

Making love is like cooking. You've got to prepare the ingredients (right settings and mood), cook it well (foreplay) and enjoy the fruits of your labour (making love).

Sex is just "eating". Can buy from outside, or pack home to "eat". But ultimately... it's bad for health.

NEVER. F**KING. JUDGE ME...

It has been a long time since I last blogged about anything at all. Guess my blog is probably long forgotten. Whatever. Just wanted to type something cos I'm damn bored at work right now. Not that I'm damn eng then have no work to do. I just am damn tired and have no idea where to start. So I decided that I shall just spend sometime off work to do something that does not kill much of my brain cells. Random typing.

So! People who are my friends on Facebook should already know that I have started a new life with someone new. I know alot of you people out there have a whole load of comments both positive and negative. To my closest darlings, I'm really sorry that you guys got to know it only through Facebook about my decision. Will not happen ever again okie? Try to be happy for me, ya? A handful of you know about my reasoning and my doubts about this decision and i'm glad that you are supportive of my decision.

And to those who are not friends, those friends of friend's sister brother shit and who think you know me and all about me, and have so many things to take a stab at me for, you know what? I really can't fucking care less about what you have to say. Truthfully, if you want to take a stab at me just so you can please someone else, please do tell it to me in my face. Don't wanna be guilty of reducing you to being a coward and only being able to create invisibly pathetic stabs at me.

To you, I've had the best 6 years of my life with you. In a way, we grew up together since you've been in my life when I first decided on things that I like or don't like. The forming of my character, times when I'm still young and lost and so many other things. Not ever once have I regretted the past 6 years spent with you. You've taught me alot and I have learnt alot. I'm glad we're friends. Thank you for every single thing and knowing my likes and dislikes so well. Thanks for learning to know what my every smile or every tear means. Won't forget...

Anyways, officially to everyone, I have a new boyfriend.

My Boyfriend statistics:

Name: Jun Sheng
Nickname: Bei (only for my use, you mtf!)
Age: 24
Height: 180+cm
Weight: 79kg
Skin: Tan
Eyes: Brown
Dimples?: Yes
Character: Fucked Up Dumb Dumb
Education: Degree
Smoke?: Social
Drink?: Toned-down-alot Alcoholic

His picture is plastered all over my blog and facebook.
I do hope that you're gotten a glimpse of him.
I guess that is about what I want to say.

Anways, for those of you who are thinking about what my subject post actually refers to, its this:

It happened quite sometime back already like about a month plus I think? So I was out with gal for dinner and shopping in town. We were shopping around and I wanted to go to Tangs to shop for a bag. When we reached Tangs, damn suay just nice got private sale. So we decided to walk to the main entrance to see which rich corp held the private sale to inconvenience others.

The signage was so darn bloody fucking small so we stood in front of the entrance trying to figure out when we finally decided to ask the people at the door for which members were the private sale for. So we were informed by this, all-dolled-up ah lian in a little black dress, thick make-up and neatly combed hair that the private sale was meant for VISA card holders.

Pleased as I was, I mean which fucking idiot walking around Orchard Road, WITH the intention of shopping within Tangs don have a VISA card? So I promptly rumaged though my bag for my wallet. Found it after sometime and was about to open up my wallet to take out my card, only to have the all-dolled-up ah lian tell me in the face, 'VISA Debit Card cannot...'

You mother-fucking-piece-of-shit! I took so long to dig out my wallet, open my wallet, and in the midst of taking out my card, you tell me, 'VISA Debit Card cannot...' I HAVE NOT EVEN FUCKING TAKEN OUT MY CARD, AND YOU FUCKING DEEMED THAT I ONLY HAVE A VISA DEBIT CARD?! (Yes, it was a Friday so I was dressed in jeans and t-shirt but STILL!!?)
Insulted as I felt, I took out my VISA GOLD CARD and shoved it in her face, 'This one can?' then gave a I'm-too-good-for-this look. I WANTED SO BADLY TO USE MY VISA GOLD CARD TO SLAP HER TWICE IN THE FACE THEN TELL HER, 'I DONT EVEN THINK YOU HAVE THE ABILITY TO GET EVEN THE BASIC CARDS!! IF YOU EVEN HAD A CARD LIKE THAT YOU WOULDN'T BE GUARDING THE FUCKING DOOR!!' Mother-fucking door bitch. But the toned-down bitch in me very calmly swallowed the urge to make a big fuss with a mere door bitch, about judging people, decided to not ruin my night and walked on pass her to carry on with my shopping...

I mean seriously, being the one guarding the door? I don't really think you have the right or the means to judge people who are able to even think of wanting to shop at Tangs. I would probably guess that the dress you wore is a $10 pasar malam piece of snort.

Anyways, that's about what I have to say...
Back to work...