Oh, honey...that's not what I said.

Here it is...

Things your ex OR your current girlfriend/wife has said to you and what she really means when she says it.

1. I'm just not good enough for you. You really do deserve better.

Translation: I deserve better. I seriously do not see us together in the future. I wouldn't want to settle for something less, when I can find someone wayyy hotter/smarter/richer/better in bed.

2. It's not you, it's me.

Translation: It's not me, it's definitely you.

3. I don't think I'm marriage material. I'm just not ready to commit. I don't think I'll ever be ready.

Translation: Oh, I would love to be in a committed relationship, and someday, get married and have children. Just NOT with you.

4. (Looking at a random hot guy) Oh look honey, wouldn't you say he looks nice?

Translation: OMFG, he's hot!!! Why can't YOU look more like that?

5. (Planning a wedding) I want an extravagant wedding, an exquisite dress, custom-made shoes, a 10-tier wedding cake, a brand new car, a house, a 4-week honeymoon in Europe and all those other things that I know you can't afford.

Translation: Sorry, no translation available. she really does want all those things and the more you can't afford it, the more enticing it looks to her.

6. Honey, let's skip the foreplay tonight. I just want you so bad!

Translation: No girl skips foreplay. This can either mean that she doesn't enjoy it with you, or you're a total booty call, which means that your girlfriend is a serial whore. Just sayin...

7. Awww, how cute do you look in your flip-flops and cargo shorts? My boyfriend's so awesome!

Translation: Seriously, you're wearing that for our date tonight? When/If we get married, I'm giving you lessons on how to dress up!

8. Baby, Amy's boyfriend bought her somethingreallyexpensivebutamazinglyawesome for their anniversary! Oh, she's so lucky.

Translation: You better get me something wayyy more awesome than that for OUR anniversary, you bum!

9. Do I look fat in this?

Translation: Tell me I look pretty, because I've been getting ready for the past hour just to impress you.

and.......

10. I love you.

Translation: She really does love you, she thinks you're awesome and she wants you to be the father of her children.

Cheers,

S.M

Running already, I see...

So many things to say,

So many hopes and dreams to squash,

So many souls to condemn,

So very little time.

Will be right back, Sinners.

Mark My Words.

Truly Diff'rent.

R.I.P

GARY COLEMAN

(FEBRUARY 8, 1968 - MAY 28, 2010)

Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis? ;)

Vini. Vidi. Vici.

I'll have to admit, I thought I was going to be just another tournament.

Looking at the teams that have registered, I thought we'd definitely be able to break into the Quarter-finals. At most, make it to the Semi-finals. However....

After screwing up my speech during the second round, I didn't think we'd have a chance. But we won that round. Things started to look better. But then again...

We lost the fourth round. Damn it! The next round was supposed to be silent. I was starting to accept the fact that we might not break after all. I'm sorry guys, I blew it. This time, it's definitely my fault.

Come Break Night..

"...and breaking 5th....KBM MOSBY!!!"

Oh, thank God..We broke!

There was still no reason to celebrate yet, we still had the Quarter finals to worry about.

And then Azim said to me, "I wanna see you win Arau Open. So I can die happy". Jeez, thanks for the pressure, much? Yeah, piece of cake...no problem, yo!.... NOT!

Quarters was versus IIUM. Quite undoubtedly, the most annoying and ignorant team in the tournament. Motion : This House Would Not Protect Greece's Economy. We were the Affirmative and we knew jack shit about the topic. God bless Noel and his WikiBrain. During the debate, the IIUM team kept on screaming "Shame! Shame!". Their complete lack of vocabulary skills annoyed me to the core. To add to it, they talked as loudly as I did DURING my speech. The nerve!!! Noel snapped, I snapped and more importantly, Addy snapped. Holy crap, they're annoying. Right there and then, I decided that if we lose to this team, I'd shoot myself. We debated our hearts out and yes, we won. S-H-A-M-E on you!

We sailed through the Semi-finals. Motion : TH Supports an Electoral System Based on Proportional Representation. No, we didn't win because the other team sucked, but because we were mostly running on adrenalin. This was my favourite round of the tournament. I was actually sure we were going to win. The finals was so close, we could see it, and we wanted it bad! and plus, I had to make sure Azim dies happy. LOL.

And then came finals. My worst nightmare had come true. We were up against UT Mara Shah Alam. The titans of the debating scene in M'sia. Oh dear God, help us through this. We were the Negative. Somehow, NOT being the Affirmative makes me feel a lot better. Motion : THW Command South Korea Armed Forces to Seek Military Reprisals Against North Korea.

Noel was SUPERB!

Addy was AWESOME!

I was pretty confident at that point. However, UT Mara had some convincing points as well. This was going to be tough. My stomach did flips every time I think about the results and it didn't help that we had to eat dinner first, listen to the BM finals first and a bunch of speeches. Ughh, I was a nervous wreck!

...the Champion for the English category of AROPSDEC 2010 is...

Universiti Teknologi Mara Kampus Bandaraya Melaka!

I couldn't believe my ears. Actually, I was pretty sure that I was in complete shock until Addy grabbed my shoulders and yelled "Finz, WE WON!!! WE WONN!!!"

Tears almost streamed down my face...but I held it in.

The moment I held that trophy in my hands, then it became real, only then did it not seem like a dream.

Noel and Addy, I'm truly honoured that we won this together! If I were allowed to choose when I wanted to win, and who I wanted my team mates to be, I would've chosen this exact moment and the both of you as the ones I share this with. Jebus is ours!!

Azim, thanks for being there throughout all the losses, the heartaches and the bitching I supplied in every tournament. You're the best and this trophy is as much yours as it is ours...you're truly a gem.

credits to Areej for the photo.

Psycho!

I have this nagging, annoying, stomach-tugging feeling that I might stab you one day...and enjoy it.

I'm just sayin...

Is THAT the Best You've Got?

There are moments in life when certain events occur that make you stop and think; Oh, wait…this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. Somehow, somewhere, something goes wrong and you’re forced to stop dead in your tracks to recover, to heal and to reflect. If you deny that this has ever happened to you, then you’re either a toddler or you’re too old to even remember. Because the truth is, everyone goes through it. Be it a substantial period of hardship, or even a moment’s worth of distress. We’ve all seen its face...

…and we all think that it is the ugliest thing ever. Ever.

We come from different walks of life so that provides for different lifestyles, different needs, different expectations and altogether, different experiences. Therefore, what I find distressing/disturbing or what I would describe as being in a state of adversity would be totally different from what your opinion might be on the issue. For example, not being able to complete a particular assignment or task might be applicable to a student, perhaps, one who has nothing else to think about other than his studies. On the other end of the spectrum, not being able to provide for one’s family, to put food on the table or even to pay the bills might be the problem faced by a jobless, divorced mother of 6 children. You get the picture, don’t you?

Life is a rollercoaster, darling. Sometimes you’re up and the next minute you’re down. Don’t let it beat you.

Why do people keep saying that? I mean, is that supposed to make you feel better? FYI, rollercoasters are fun. Being knee-deep in shit, however, is no trip to Disneyland. Sheesh. Well, it doesn’t make me feel any better. It doesn’t even bandage the wound. What I’m saying is that, there is no “one size fits all” phrase that you can say to any Peter, Paul or Mary whenever their facing some agonizing times. The fact is; nobody handles any one situation the same way as other people do. Human beings are unique and so are our solutions to our problems.

That’s just the thing now isn’t it? The simple fact that we do go through times of hardship symbolizes the responsibility that we have to shoulder on as human beings. What? Did you really think we were put here, on this piece of land, so that we could go on with life without experiencing how precious it is? How frangible life can be? Having to struggle constantly reminds us that we have to remain vigil. To not take life for granted, to not miss opportunities, to not be complacent as life passes us by while we reap its benefits. No, there must be a price to pay. I believe so.

This isn’t for the faint-hearted. LOL.

Being in a state of adversity is like going through a tumble in your washing machine—very, very uncomfortable and you get a banging headache right after. It gets even harder when accompanied by one’s capricious refusal to acknowledge the fact that there is a problem present, and there needs to be a countering proposal. I mean, really, life throws a curve ball and you’re just going to sit there and hope that it misses you? Jeez, what a pussy.

Life’s like that, you know…it won’t let you rest. That’s a given. Ahh, but beware, the second you start doubting your ability to straighten the mess out, that’s when the real problem starts. Oh ye of little faith… Never. Never doubt your ability to find your way out of something that causes you pain and suffering. One should never allow one’s self to be crippled with self-pity and self-loathing. Come on, you’re better than that and you damn well know it!

A man is judged by the length and size of his penis. NOT!

How you overcome your state of dilemma is ultimately the measure of your will to keep on going, to keep on living and a testament to your courage to screw life in the ass and telling it to “take it like a man!” Well, that really is the point, isn’t it? You have to stop feeling sorry for yourself and get on with it! Stop moping around waiting and hoping for your life to get any better. Get off your ass and do something about it. No one’s promising you a full recovery. Please, get real. Life’s a bitch, always has been, always will be. But that’s my point—you must now be the bigger bitch. Wrestle the bull, and grab it by its horns. The bull will undoubtedly continue to struggle, but at least you’ll be on top of it.

Jyeah! Cyberspace-five!

You didn’t cyberspace-five, did you? Boo you!

I can tell you right now that if you Google “great stories of overcoming adversity”, you’ll come up with amazing feats of Paralympians, able to win gold medals despite their predicament, or children in war-ridden countries, surviving with virtually nothing to their name and not to mention the fear they dwell in every single day. Yes, there are 1000 and one stories on the subject. What’s yours? It might not be as legendary, or as riveting or as heart-felt as those other stories, but who’s to say yours doesn’t matter?

The point is; we all have one.

So losers, Suit Up!

It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.

Sharp Shooter, baby!

Oscar Jaenada a.k.a Cougar

and yes, I want him to bring his sniper to bed with me.

Muuaahahaha.

Unconditional - that's what it is.

A mother's job entails that she is not only someone who just so happens to be there whenever you need her, she's so much more than that. She's A LOT more than that...

She's a teacher - Yes, boys and girls...those ABC's and 123's weren't programmed by aliens. Mum was there, singing us that- now incredibly annoying- song. Well, maybe Big Bird did help a bit. But only cool mums tune into Sesame Street with their children every morning. teheee..

As for me, I'm still learning from Mum, especially when I'm cooking/baking. She's always only a phone call away.

She's a doctor - All those nights spent nursing us back to health whenever we fell ill. Ughh, the worst was the chicken pox. How many times did she say "stop scratching!!!"? and how many times did you pretend to sleep in the bedroom, but really, you were scratching your butt off?

She's a law enforcement officer - She keeps us in line, she keeps us from misbehaving in front of visitors. She pulls your top up when it starts to show a bit of cleavage. But, she let's you go out late at night, only if Dad doesn't find out. Or did she tell dad anyway and then said "Honey, don't yell at her, she's a teenager." ;))

She also seems to pop out of nowhere when you start fighting with your siblings. Dang!

She's a best friend - I don't know about you guys, but my Mum's my best friend. She's cool like that, yo! and sometimes, when she says something that I think is so uncool, I love her even more for it because she wants to actually have a conversation with about Bon Jovi or tattoos or boys. Especially boys. I don't know what I'd do if I can't tell my mum whenever I have a fight with a boyfriend or just a guy friend. She makes me feel better, all the time.

For all the tears you wiped away,

For all the blood, sweat and tears sacrificed in the kitchen to provide our family with yummy and healthy food to eat,

For all those nights you spent up, waiting for me to come home,

For being proud of me,

For telling me that you love me,

For being there all the time,

For giving birth to my sisters and brother,

For giving birth to me,

Words cannot express how much I love you , Mama...

Happy Mother's Day.

That's Mum and Dad.

Love!

Mothers say the Darnest things.

Was in the car with Mum...driving around SP.

Me : (singing along to Jesse McCartney's "Body Language") I don't speak Spanish,

Japanese or French, but the way your body movin' definitely makes sense...lalalalal

Mum : eh...ni la Tokio Hotel kan?

Me : huh...?

Mama, I love you for trying...seriously! teeheee...

I Wanna Do Bad Things with You.

Yes, that one. The one in black. Black’s always been my colour…and it seems that it’s his too. I can’t even begin to describe how beautiful he looked in leather.

Oh dear God…delicious.

Out of all the words in my diverse vocabulary of English words, that was the only word I could fish out of my now perverted brain. I’m sorry, for those who have virgin ears, you really should stop reading this, unless you want to learn a thing or two, then I suggest you linger a while.

The things I would do to you…the things we could do together.

I thought to myself.

After I spotted him, it took me all of 5 seconds to decide that I was going to take him home. Yes, I was sure of it. No matter the cost, he would be leaving this place in my hands. This was all perfect in my head, but I still had to make sure that he noticed me too. Darn! The most crucial part of any encounter…as the saying goes, it takes two to tango and I needed him in this dance, I wanted him so badly that my legs had to be crossed from shaking so furiously.

His form is perfect, so chiseled, so defined. So dangerously seductive.

I stared straight at him, wondering if he’d notice me, and maybe smiled a bit, that would make everything much easier. I wondered if this was wrong. I walked up to him, slowly yet determined. He has to notice me. He has to know that I crave for his approbation more than a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night. He needed to want me, as much as I wanted him.

Before I knew it, we were literally centimeters away from each other. I had to physically restrain myself from getting my hands all over him. No, we’re going for sexy and mysterious. Not impatient and greedy. Besides, my palms were already sweaty- wouldn’t want to ruin all that leather.

Hey there, you’re new here aren’t you? Haven’t seen you around. I’m glad you’re here tonight. It’s been a rough week. I could use you right about now.

I tried to make it sound as though it was fate. To me, it really was.

He didn’t say much, but the way he offered himself to me, that was enough to convince me. That was enough for me to know that I could have my way with him. I ran my fingers up and down the length of his body. He strapped his rapacious hands on me and I could feel him against my skin. To only touch him, my neck tingled from the pleasure it gave me. My head tilted to the back, as if by reflex and my lips felt so dry that I had to wet them with my tongue. This was heaven at its greatest height. I looked straight at him. My attempt to whisper to him fell short, and it came out more like a demand rather than an offer. But I didn’t care, maybe he liked it that way, maybe being submissive was his thing. He’d been quiet all the while. Who was I to deny that?

Baby, you’re coming with me.

He didn’t let go of me, if anything, he wrapped himself tighter around me. So I took it as a solid “HELL YEAH”. As we made our way back home, I thought to myself…

Dry spell, be gone!

We reached my place and I swung the door open like a mad woman. He understood this, he couldn’t wait to get bare, and I wanted him sprawled on my bedroom floor, helpless, hungry for wear. The apartment was empty, GREAT! Just the way I hoped it'd be. This way, we didn’t have to wait until we were in the bedroom. I didn’t want my girlfriends to see me like this. Not again. This wasn’t my first time, and I’m not proud of it.

I couldn’t wait any longer and I decided to get the ball rolling. I unwrapped him, as I would a gift. I took my time, savouring this moment, second by second. Beads of sweat dripping down my forehead and landing on his body…oh crap, I thought. But he didn’t mind. I could feel him on me, he made me feel like a woman, so sexy, so intense, so incredible.

Oh yes, baby...mmm-hmm..that’s the spot.

As we were intertwined on the living room floor, the worst happened, the front door swung open, and there they were, my girlfriends. It was too late to hide him now. Stupid girl. I cursed myself for not being patient enough to lock myself in the bedroom.

I’m sorry. I didn’t want you guys to find out like this. That was all I could offer them as I promised to never do this again. But I did.

Then, they broke their silence – “ANOTHER PAIR OF LOUBOUTINS? YOU’RE CRAZY, DO YOU KNOW THAT? HOW THE HELL DID YOU PAY FOR THIS? YOU CAN’T EVEN AFFORD THE RENT AND YOU’RE BUYING THOUSAND-DOLLAR SHOES?”

What can I say, girls? It’s a Guilty Pleasure.