a double serving of Pills and Lollies

Messed-up life, anyone?

2009-08-05T23:31:00.013+08:00

Doesn't our screwed-up lives remind you of that big bunch of ugly, messy and horribly tangled-up wires under your desk/behind your TV? Yup, THAT mess which you have no spare minute to sort out. Well, the mess wouldn’t really do any harm initially – just a little unpleasant to look at and maybe causing a sneezing-marathon. Of course we do know its there and we hate to see it, BUT we all dread the pain of untangling a bunch of bacteria-filled-dust-coated wires, don't we? And so we buy some wire-covering device to “conceal” them, just so it goes away for a little while. (ignorance!)

Such scenario illustrates perfectly how complicated our lives can get; when everything piles up and gets so entangled – you lose your focus and line of thought along the way. How on earth do you unplug something when you have no idea where it’s coming from in the first place? You can’t even remember why you made certain purchases (the RM10,0000000 BOSE speakers?!). You no longer know which wire connects to the utmost important item, say, your LCD TV. So, yes, your life sucks.

Even when everything is so messed-up, we refuse to take the next step to clear things up, because we fear that taking one wrong step may blow things out of proportion. Like how your TV might explode in your face.

Naturally, life gets messy if left unattended for too long, simply because humans are too fond of comfort and we tend to leave things the way they are. BUT WRONG!! It's 2009 now and I think its time to go wireless! And by wireless, I meant to live care-freely with no tangled-up strings and burdens. Clean up your life! And when you look behind the TV again – you can smile, because that disgusting bunch of mess will not be there..

lil'Lin^^

A Weekend Without Tiffany's

2009-06-11T12:09:00.006+08:00

And in a few short hours, a plane will arrive. I should be dying with anticipation, and my heart should be racing like a sprinter (that tripped and fell at the last leg of the race with 100 meters left to go).

But I'm not. I'm skeptical and paranoid. I'm sweating and delusional.

In the past, our weekends were planned out and we knew exactly where we were going, and what we were going to do. I knew that there would be laughter and chatter. I knew that everything would turn out even better than I expected.

But this time, things seem different. She seems distant and disinterested. And I'm left with a feeling of emptiness that this weekend might turn into an absolute disaster.

Maybe I'm over thinking things, and maybe all the fights, and talks, and compromising has left me fearful. Will things end with a screaming match? Will I fall into one of my episodes and screw everything up all over again?

We're trying to rebuild what we lost in the past 2 and a half months. We're trying to put things back into place, and re-lay all the fallen Jenga pieces that are spread all over the floor. 14th Feb 2009 - Valentine's Day, thats when it all started crumbling.

I sure hope for the best this weekend, that what we've been working so hard for will fall into place, and she'll be COMFORTABLE again.

"Keep Moving Forward" - Lewis Robinson (Meet The Robinsons)

Gin "Destroy, Rebuild"

Sometimes goodbye is a 2nd chance

2009-06-03T19:23:00.006+08:00

When you know that the path ahead is a one-way dead end, there really is no point driving on. But you tell yourself "I'm already half way, I'll drive on for 2 - 3 miles and stop at the next station". And so you keep driving.

Along the bumpy road, you stumble upon portholes and your car suffers stratches all over, and you think to yourself, it's okay, a little scar won't do much damage to my super car. By the next station, your bumper gets dented, but still you tell yourself, it's alright, it'll survive the next pit stop.

Then, at the next stop (with your hanging bumpers and heart-wrecking scratches), you know you should really stop driving - but you don't. You inspect the damages and somehow, they don't seem to look that threatening. At least your tyres are intact. So you decide to drive on...........And finally, you hit a ridiculously sharp bent and your tyres blow. Right in your face.

You're now stranded in the middle of the road, unmoving and helpless. You ask yourself, why didn't I stop 5 miles back, knowing this would happen? It really is not stupidity, is it? (and no, it's got nothing to do with a GPS). It's DENIAL. We all bloody live in denial.. thinking that things are okay, when they're not..and that only leads you to one direction - a dead end.

Sigh..

^^lil'Lin

Lose to time and u lose everything

2009-04-24T11:34:00.007+08:00

Right person, wrong time. Wrong person, right time. Seriously, these theories are messing the shit out of my mind. I never truly believed in "THAT magical moment"..but it seems to be ringing loud in my ears right now.

Sometimes when you lose a person you love, it isn't because they weren't the perfect one for you..but because that magical moment you're longing for has not striked. Hence, the imperfection of timing. And so, you lose your supposedly THE ONE, because you lost to time. (a little too early)

Sometimes when you find a person you really love, but somehow he just can't be THE ONE because say, he is married, he is taken or he has commitment issues. And so you lose your supposedly THE ONE, because once again, you lost to time. (a little too late)

And finally, when that magical moment strikes, you meet someone - but you know that someone just isn't THE ONE, but because timing is perfect right now, he automatically becomes the one AT this time. So yeah, you didnt lose to time, you just didn't win the person you ever wanted...

IRONIC, isnt it? Ok im bullshitting like there's tomorrow. But if you get me....dude, you have REAL issues! :P

^^lil' Lin

Gastronomy

2009-04-12T18:45:00.006+08:00

Having just finished a meal of KFC, shes feeling absolutely stuffed, exhausted from the chewing. Stomachs bloated. Head’s rather dizzy from the digestion. Veins clogged up from the oil and fats. All she wants is to sit back and digest, and let it all settle in.

She knows exactly what she wants for her next meal, a healthy serving of Chili Cheese Fries. But being so bloated from all the fried chicken, she would rather wait, digest, and relax, allowing hunger to kick in again before she places her order.

So for now, she is pacing herself, walking past the shop and taking glances at the picture on the menu in anticipation. The walking helps her digest a little faster, and the smell coming from the shop enhances the craving.

Carl’s Junior will just have to wait for its next customer patiently then, knowing that the order will be supersized.

Gin "When's Dinner?"

My Benediction

2009-04-09T12:35:00.003+08:00

My energy is constantly being drained daily. Dealing with emotions that leave me exhausted. I think and think, ponder and ponder, trying to find the answer to why I indulge in this obsession even when it leaves me drained.

With no sense of security, and no sense of belonging; with no sense of fulfillment, and no sense of longevity, I ride this coaster, making it a daily routine of exhaustion. Waking up way before the alarm sounds, only to be disappointed by the image on my cell.

Have I lost myself? Delving so deeply into this. Realizing I no longer recognize the person in the mirror, or the person I wake up being. Never expecting myself to be in such turmoil, or committing so much hard work.

I want this, but I don’t want to feel like this. Lord, hear my prayer and relieve me from this burden, because you and you alone can release me from these lingering pains.

However, I thank you for the smiles and the laughter, the joy and the bliss. May you bless me with more of happy, and less of sad.

Gin "Hear my prayer"

A Series Of Very Fortunate Events

2009-03-30T17:04:00.022+08:00

Hugh & Bea watched Malaysian Dream Girl.

Hugh said I should watch it because Ginny actually auditioned and failed epically.

Didn't take much notice.

Bea told me to watch it because the contestants were a joke. "SUSI"

Watched 1st - 3rd episode on YouTube for a laugh.

Couldn't be bothered to watch entire episodes for results and checked website.

No results on website, but had a Facebook link.

Clicked on Facebook link.

Stumbled upon "Cindy, Whats up la?" discussion thread.

Never liked Cindy's fake accent so clicked on thread.

Read some comments. Terrible English. Blasted back.

XXX.blogspot.com as a start to your post? --> ATTENTION SEEKER!

Wrote nasty comment. Deleted it 5 minutes later.

Thread got rather heated.

Sent private message to apologize for mean-ness on April 8th at 12.07pm.

Best decision of my life.

Special Thanks to:

For being absolutely ridiculous.

For being the world's WORST/BEST social networking site and the point of contact.

For her fake accent, bitch initiatives, and terrible looking face.

For the blogosphere and the irritating blogspot title that made me take notice in the first place!

VERY NICEEEE!

Gin "It's Funny How From Simple Things, The Best Things Begin"

p.s. Lin: I still don't like the purple titles. =.=

Of Wet Towels & Text Messages

2009-03-25T16:41:00.000+08:00

Waking up on the wrong side of the bed, you wonder if today will be any different from yesterday (or the day before, or the days before that).

The whir of the air conditioning makes it impossible to leave the cover of your sheets. "Quilt keeps me safe and warm" I think to myself.

Snoozing that annoying tone thats coming from your cellphone indicating that you're way past due on the teeth brushing and face washing, you muster the strength to pick your lazy ass out of bed and into the bathroom (just so you don't arrive TOO late and get fired from work).

A drizzle of warm water finally reminds you that you're not living like a refugee anymore (in one of those God-forsaken make shift toilets), and that the shower-hose finally has recovered its water pressure (after 2 months DAMMIT!).

The same singular routine day in and day out is only broken by a vibration, that leads to a light, that leads to a familiar sound. TEXT MESSAGE!

With the inclusion of a pronoun that starts with H somewhere in the body of that message, your entire day (and life) seems that little bit more cheerful, and worth going through (until it goes downhill again with an entire day of ignorance from the opposite party =.=).

What is this chemical reaction within us that makes us react to something as insignificant as an SMS?

They call it love.

I call it nuisance.

Gin "Something sweet that bees eat"

Son-of-a-biotch Spoilers

2009-03-20T11:08:00.000+08:00

When you're freaking working for an accounting firm, you practically spend 90% of the hours you're awake at WORK, which means you have absolutely insufficient time to "boil" 5 episodes straight of your TVB drama when you get home.

SO is it my fault that I don't watch fast enough because I simply have NO time to do so!? The question is, IS IT FAIR for people to inconsiderately post SPOILERS on FB? (no big deal, just a site that you enter 12 times a day, in every hour, and you have to be blind not to notice things like "Join the group: we dont want Laughing to die"..oh Laughing being one of the main characters in the show).No BIGGIE.

And when you confront these people, they say "Watch faster la". Screw you. If I can watch all night, I would, but really some of us here who's required to use our brains at work, need SLEEP. You know, I think its cool and everything you're watching way ahead of everyone else, but hey your MOTHER didn't teach you that you're not supposed to broadcast spoilers publicly before the show is even finished?!HELLO?

SCREW you selfish bastards!! WATCH N SPOIL ALL U WANT, I HOPE YOUR ASTRO-ON-DEMAND CRASHES AND GET BURNT IN HELL!!

^^lil' Lin

Famous Last Words (before MSN disconnected)

2009-03-04T18:37:00.000+08:00

Mr. “Living Out Of His Suitcase”

but relationship cannot liddat 1 la... she wanna take it slowly... y u wanna be the desperate side man...
she wanna chill... u chill even harder la... lo lei san fu zou meh.
stop payin attention to all the small things man...
jus be who u were (minus the recent pushing side of u) it'll be fine.
i think dats wut she wants too.

Miss. “Theres A Flood So Lets Booze Up”

it is..if u constantly wanna measure the amount u give and subsequently receive, u wont be happy.
which is y ppl say love is supposed to be unconditional.
not a transaction!!

Gin "MAN OVERBOARD"

Fatigue

2009-02-25T19:26:00.001+08:00

well...its not a matter of settling for what we have right now. its a matter of the struggle to get to what we WANT...

i'm sitting here thinking whether the labor put in will reap the right results. what if all that work goes down the sinkhole with the rest of your hopes and dreams? will i wake up thinking, "well it was worth it...and i enjoyed myself the entire way"

honestly.

i dont know anymore.

and i'm tired. really tired.

Gin "nada"

The Sad Club

2009-02-25T18:46:00.000+08:00

Gin..I can feel your bitterness and grief all the way from my shithole office. Sigh...welcome to the sad club.

To a certain extent I do agree with you. Waking up feeling like a lost little child, without any clue of the direction you're heading towards, a million unanswered questions, overwhelming doubts and emptiness plus the haunting "if only's"..is possibly the most rotten way to start the morning.

So I have been wondering... if we haven't found what we're looking for and for some reason, we just can't seem to find it.....could it be because we simply don't deserve it? Could it be maybe, just maybe, what you have right now is basically the best you can get? Hmm.

Sounds a tad too sad I know, but hey life isn't exactly perfect. I guess you deal with the problem in hand like a man, because remember that..what goes around, comes around. :)

lil'Lin^^

Incoherenity

2009-02-23T11:50:00.001+08:00

So what do you do when you wake up in the morning feeling incoherent...

You lie in bed wondering whats wrong with yourself, and more importantly, whats wrong with the world and the people around you.

You cant make sense of it. It's all about the "he says, shes says...bullshit"

And you get to work feeling even worse. You try to justify and figure out why a brief moment of silence feels like a decade under the influence.

It's been like this before. And i don't want it to happen again.

Gin "someday we'll know"

Loving = Hating = Loving

2009-01-20T17:53:00.000+08:00

So much for being polite Lin.

First things first. Would girls like a guy if a guy WASNT a guy?

Imagine if a boy stuck to you like glue, and wanted to see you day in day out, never left your side, and would get mad if you hung out with the girls.
Would you still like him?

What if a guy didnt have his posse, his best friends, the buddies that would stick with him through thick and thin, and all he wants is to see you.
Would you still like him?

What if a guy didnt like football, didnt like doing "guy" things, didnt like partying like it was 1999, stayed at home all day and made collages of pictures of "you and him" and posted them up on Facebook with captions that read "Me and my lovely bubu".
Would you still like him?

Imagine that perfect guy with his WHOLE LIFE revolving around you. You being the centre of the universe, and he lives solely to please you.
Would you still like him?

I doubt it...

Girls like guys for the same reason girls HATE guys. If anything, I would love to be there 24/7 for her, to pamper her, to give her massages at 3am when her feet hurt, and to tuck her into bed with a kiss on the forehead. But repetition breeds routine. And routine kills excitement. And lack of excitement kills a relationship!

So give us a break. We work hard, we play hard, and we love even harder.

Thats why girls love to hate, and hate to love.

Gin "The Antidote"

Screw you MEN!

2009-01-16T18:40:00.000+08:00

Whoever said that life was fair, should get that few extra hours of sleep, WAKE UP and re-phrase that statement. Life is only fair when you make choices that are best for ONLY you, you and yourself. Selfishness more like it.

When you, as a man, decide to set a few various other things as your priorities, say, your heroic best friend, your idiotic football matches and your "i will die for them" buddies – one piece of advise; do not expect your girl to worship the ground you walk on. Because you’re NOT worth it. Simple.

I still can’t figure out why men even bother giving these threads of empty promises...

I’ll love you more everyday. More than yesterday.

When Im not with you, I’ll miss you even more.

You’re the most important thing to me. More important that everything else.

LOAD.OF.BULLSHIT. Two years down the road and all you say is "I'm so sick of your girly nonsense". Are you saying that you're nonsense-intolerable now? Oh yeah, that explains why you spend the 720 hours watching footie, hoping you'd one day turn into a Christiano Ronaldo. How non-nonsensical of you.

After all is said and done, I realized I've had enough of this whole, cruel, male-female thing. The L word? Eww. Fantasies are merely fantasies, and they should stay where they belong – in books. Do NOT for once try to hope for a man as unconditionaly loving and giving as Edward Cullen – it does NOT, I repeat, it does NOT exist.

Live with the hard fact that men are selfish, ego-maniacs, demanding, heartless and brainless creatures. Love them. Or leave them.

^^lil'Lin

Goodbye 2008, Goodbye Rats...

2008-12-31T10:30:00.000+08:00

Holy goodness cow, here we are on the last day of year 2008...*emo emo*.

It felt only like yesterday when Mum was making a fuss about wearing red undies for the new Rat year. OUR YEAR. Turning 24 still feels extremely fresh in my mind and now here we are, ushering yet another new (and probably sucky) year ahead. Honestly? I feel O-L-D. Damn it.

I asked myself, what have I achieved in these past 12 months, which flew past like nobody's business....and I couldn't really think of anything. GREAT huh? Oh well, at least we started this mega-cool blog. Hahah.

Crap aside, I still hope and pray for a better year ahead! Which I do every freaking year. :)Looking forward to MORE dramas and girly issues, the must-have heartbreaks & aches...and of course, NEW BEGINNINGS! :D

My last post of 2008,
lil'Lin^^

The Chemicals Between Us

2008-12-12T16:00:00.000+08:00

Pretty lights on New Years Day at the strike of midnight. Ahh...what a sight...

Thousands of sparkling lights lighting up the night sky. "Ooo's" and "Ahh's" coming from every corner of the crowd gathered to watch the fireworks display. Everyone's excited because its an exciting affair. Girls swoon at all the colors and feel a tingling in their tummies. 3 minutes later the sky is dark again as the last firework pops. And whats left?

Emptiness..

A big patch of nothingness...

Isnt that what usually happens with relationships based on the thrill of the moment? The physical attraction. The idea of something fresh, something new. They usually end as quickly as they begin.

Now think of a slow chemical leak. Drip after drip after drip of dangerous and hazardous material flowing into a pool. The accumulation of liquid (emotions) slowly reacts with its surroundings and the metal in the factory.

Now this pool of chemicals isnt that dangerous if left alone. It's like getting to know someone. Learning more about that person each day. But as the chemical starts to react with the metal around it, something more happens. You realize you start thinking of that person a little more than you should. You notice that you enjoy having that person around. You realize you're starting to do things you never thought you would. You realize you MISS that person.

Now heres where everything starts getting abit messy. The metal starts to corrode and melt. Giving way to a bigger leak, letting out more chemicals. And the pool gets bigger.

Now all thats needed is a small spark. Igniting the entire chemical facility and probably causing the most extensive EXPLOSION you've ever seen. KA-BOOM!

But you might wonder. Whats the difference between this and fireworks? They're both explosions aren't they?

Well, fireworks get pictured and posted up on the internet for people to look at. Friends comment on your blog or Facebook about how pretty they are and that's that.

The explosion however, causes a whole slew of news reports, discussions, concern, and so much more. The explosion would probably go down in the history books and be remembered forever as to make sure it doesn't happen again.

THATS the difference. People don't remember relationships that are based on fireworks because they're short lived and forgettable, leaving a blank space after it all. People however remember explosions. They leave a mark, they stay in your head, and the effects would probably last a lifetime... (Think Chernobyl explosion)

I want to be your explosion.

Chernobyl Memorial. Proof that explosions last forever.

Gin "so much more than fireworks" Lee

Dedicate to Motivate

2008-10-08T00:45:00.000+08:00

Just Stand Up (to cancer) - Beyonce, Mariah, Rihanna, Fergie, Mary J, Keyshia, Leona, Natasha, LeAnn, Carrie, Miley, Ashanti, Sheryl Crow, Ciara...

"Don’t you know you can go be your own miracle
You need to know
If the mind keeps thinking you’ve had enough
But the heart keeps telling you don’t give up
Who are we to be..questioning, wondering what is what
Don’t give up…through it all, just stand up.."

A collaboration for a cause. Beautiful divas. Meaningful lyrics. It could be an obvious publicity stunt for all they want, but a stunt for a good cause is indisputably, an EFFORT for a GOOD cause. A piece that will unquestionably inspire and touch the hearts of those who have crossed paths with the Big C...

I do believe in being your own miracle. Wanting to stay alive, is the first step to LIVING. Two thumbs up from lil'Lin! :)

HappYness

2008-09-15T14:15:00.000+08:00

should we be satisfied with here and now? i'm not. i want progress. i want improvement. i want to "make it". but all that is easier said than done. wishful thinking is for sobs.

to reach the pinnacle of success. to be exactly where we want to be. to be cheerful and carefree. monetary? relationships? career? is that it? there has to be more to human existence than mere trivial pursuit.

give me envy. give me malice. give me your attention.

give me envy. give me malice. baby, give me a break.

"shes not bleeding on the ballroom floor just for the attention, because thats just ridiculous....

...ridiculously odd"

Gin "Time to dance"

Persuasive princess...back!

2008-09-04T14:31:00.000+08:00

Thanks for the wonderful post by my dear blog colleague who's clearly trying to sabotage my existence just because I was away for a few damn days. Thanks GIN!! Seriously, persuasiveness worth way more than intelligence, trust me! I don't mean Jessica Simpson's "Is that tuna or chicken?", I'm talking about irresistably-convincing, street-smart and quick-witted girls. Considering you MEN aren't much of brain-o people anyways.. (What was that you were going on and on about Christmas and giving??)

Sad to say Gin, I am back! and just to give you a little taste of what you've been missing..here's a little picture for your viewing pleasure.

^^lil' Lin

"you remind me of Christmas morning"

2008-09-02T18:53:00.000+08:00

due to the absence of my "not so intelligent but highly persuasive" colleague. i will be taking over blogging duties for these 2 weeks.

its the giving not the gift that really matters.

filling up a room with balloons (and nearly dying from a collapsed lung due to manually blowing up metallic extra stiff balloons x 500 due to lack of proper planning and foresight on my end).

Getting up in front of an entire hall packed with at least 1000 people and making an announcement to present flowers on a persons birthday (hands and feet shaking)

Driving 5 hours (after a massive hangover due to Captain Morgan's - everyones got a little captain in them) just for dinner plans (and then driving the entire 5 hours back again for class the next day)...

now these are things worth mentioning. NOT the Louis Vuitton handbag....or the Tiffany necklace (with matching earrings to go mind you...) that she'll remember.

REMEMBER....its not the gift....its the giving...

Gin "my back aches from this blasted metal chair they dumped in place of my regular one"

The "FEEL GOOD" Drag

2008-08-27T12:11:00.000+08:00

Hollywood hills and suburban thrills...

Girls have a certain image "CARVED" into their head of the "perfect" male partner. The one that calls after lunch to check if you've had enough to eat. The one that brings Milk Chocolates just because the texture reminds him of your skin. The one that knocks you off your heels and catches you at the same time.

I'm a strong advocate of "THE FEEL" in relationships. Most couples stick together for the simple sake of comfort, familiarity, and the fear of moving on. But if you can't wake up in the morning (after that crazy night of lubrication and whipped cream; whips and handcuffs for those of you that are into that sorta thing), and smile at the fact that your other half is next to you (and plant a wet sloppy one on them, always a good thing in the morning), then for goodness sake, LEAVE.

It's only fair. To yourself and especially to the other party involved.

Find that person that gives you butterflies and sweaty palms. It's worth it. And sometimes he's probably not even that far off...right under your nose.

Sidenote: Story of my life

"You kiss me like an overdramatic actor, starving for work, with one last shot to make it happen...

but this film runs a shallow budget, and the writers subject script isn't any deeper, so dive right in..."

Gin "Lying is the most fun a girl can do without taking her clothes off"

Bye Bye Fairytales....Not.

2008-08-26T23:08:00.000+08:00

Just yesterday, someone dear to me told me an awful piece of fact; that I was hopelessly fairytale-minded and I should wake up to face the much-less-than-perfect reality. (OF COURSE that came from a man). Devastated may seem a little exaggerated, but I was really upset. I never thought having dreams like Cinderella was a mistake. Are episodes of “I love you now and for the rest of your life" merely scripts written for over-elaborated movies?

I mean, Sleeping Beauty didn't wake up for LUNCH did she, she woke up for LOVE! And so I still choose to believe in my world of forever-and-ever love, rainbows, butterflies, and finding my “you’re-the-love-of-my-life” McDreamy. Even if all fails, at the very least, I know I've TRIED fighting for my happy ending. (So there you bullshitting cowards!)

^^lil' Lin....

Counter-Disclaimer

2008-08-21T16:10:00.000+08:00

Please excuse my dear friend for his severely distorted judgment on women, whom he clearly knows nothing about, besides their curves (note his choice of words!). Consequent of being preys to satisfy MEN's uncontrolled-testosterones-needs, we are only getting what we deserve.

But then again, Gin would definitely know a lot about privileges. He gets them all the time, everywhere, in a snap of a finger! :P

^^lil'Lin

DISCLAIMER:

2008-08-21T15:48:00.000+08:00

In view of my dear blogging colleague's terrible view on the subject matter. i wish to apologize for her retardation as a member of the female species. =P

as much as she has gotten her way 9.75 times out of 10 because of her pout and horendously addictive smile (you should see how she lights up the room with it, and well...that golden mane on her head that she calls hair too), she's coming from an "uneducated" background on the issue at hand (generally because shes one of those girls that get their way simply by sighing)

GIRLS: Please use your feminine attributes with a sense of poise and rationality in leiu of the poor hearts that are primed to be shreded.

Pretty Pretty Please?

2008-08-20T23:43:00.000+08:00

I do agree that MOST pretty peeps do not have to work/grind as hard. But that is not a fault; THAT, is a privilege. Those at fault are the ones MAKING way for these pretty people (to be specific, MEN!). And you’ve got to ask yourself why you’re letting it happen. *Why do you need to succumb to their pleas, hence, giving them first-class ticket to Princess-dom? It probably has to do with the raging testosterones, hasn't it?

Hm..well I guess if you do not want to be treated like a piece of unworthy garbage, try thinking with your brains instead of your you-know-what the next time around! :)

Note: *This does not apply if the pretty-peep happens to be your girlfriend :P

^^lil'Lin

Testosterone Boys; Harlequin Girls

2008-08-20T19:24:00.000+08:00

"Heck, you're gorgeous!"

Does physical appeal bring a person the world? Most of the time. Pretty people usually get their way more often than less appealing ones. They don't have to work as hard. They don't have to grind as hard. And, they're usually pretty popular with the opposite sex too (or the homosexual ones...but for argument sake lets just stick to sticking it in the RIGHT hole)

Physical and emotional attraction is mostly one way-ed 98% of the time. Giving is recieving they say! (These "pathetics" probably got rejected so many times that this line is the best thing they could think of to consolidate themselves)

Where's the appreciation?

Metaphor:

"As she sheds her skin on stage, I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the clubs pa, and the strip joint veteran sits two away, taking dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri.

And isnt this exactly where you like me, praying for love in a lap dance, and praying in naivity"

Gin "Oh well, you've got me under your spell"

2nd Place is just the 1st Loser

2008-08-18T11:57:00.000+08:00

I'm sorry but the Silver medal doesnt mean anything. Its just a lump of "mineral" thats given to the person that lost the most important game of his life as a "pat-on-the-back" to say "too bad sucker, try harder next time".

I mean come on. Seriously, was the match even worthy of Olympic Gold? Malaysia put our hopes, dreams, and lungs (screaming fest at SOULed OUT Cafe by the way) on this one individual, and what does he do? He lets us ALL down. He had ZERO fighting spirit and was UTTERLY outmatched. Sure Lin Dan is the world no.1, but LCW is the world no.2!

The match looked like a high school badminton player pitted against the likes of an 8 year old primary school GIRL (with the high schooler blindfolded, 1 arm tied around his back - his good arm mind you!, and down with serious case of Gonorrhea).

A THRASHING isnt even the right word to describe the match, Super Dan wiped the floor with LCW's sorry ass...

The problem with having progressed this far and fail so miserably is that ALL of LCW's previous achievements equate to ZERO. Who cares that he only lost 1 set up till the finals? Who cares that he's the world no.2? Who cares that he gets RM300k when he gets back to Malaysia? Who cares about all that now? (I forgot CW's surname after Lin Dan went 8-0 in the 2nd set, and mind you we share the same family name!).

If you're gonna lose, at least go out with a bang (literally...take a shotgun to Lin Dan's legs. DAMN! that guy can move...)

Like I said, 2nd place is just the 1st loser. The BIGGEST loser to be exact!

p.s. Lin: Lin Dan's alright...and i think you guys would make the PURRRFECT couple...i can so picture you speaking mandarin "wooo aiii niiiii" HAHAHAHAHA...

Gin "it's dangerous business walking out your front door"

Chong Wei Lost His Way?

2008-08-18T11:32:00.000+08:00

It’s a moody-gloomy Monday (work sucks!) and I thought this was the perfect time to mourn about our loss last night by Lee Chong Wei. I’m not about to critic on the match statistics, as honestly, I probably know ZERO stuff about the technical side of the game, but I supposed my girly-senses can identify a very nerve-wrecked player when I see one. And Chong Wei WAS one. What’s with his unsettled body movements, nervous facial expressions and the amount of times he wiped sweat off his forehead?

Yes, I noticed, despite oh-my-frigging-god-so-hot-and-initmidating Lin Dan; with THOSE arms (which were practically oozing out from his sleeveless top) plus the overwhelming confidence he portrayed? That was a WOW factor. Can't blame CW for freaking his butt out.

BUT despite the disappointing/regretful/unforeseen loss, I do still feel proud of how far he's come! Silver yipee! After all, LD isn't called World's #1 for nothing. Did you see the way he screamed when he hit the Gold-medal point? Aww.. *dreamy*

Gin, I bet you're dying to talk about net-plays and how CW sucked. And probably tell me i have horrendous taste in men..fire away!

^^lil'Lin

Good Shoes Wont Save You, Maybe Heels Will?

2008-08-15T14:23:00.000+08:00

And Gin, I do not even party half excessively as you do! Just merely making the best out of what I have – a life. :) (Well since the good shoes won’t save you, maybe a pair of killer red stilettos will!) Proud to be on the better side of the sexes; girl power!

Why rot in office when you can create some blog-o-dramaaa?! *cheers!*

^^lil'Lin

Good Shoes Won't Save You This Time

2008-08-15T10:53:00.000+08:00

And with the sole purpose of stepping on your toes (literally), we've probably did the worst thing possible by creating an outlet (blog) to be irrational and satirical about mundane everyday issues.

Tipping our hats to anyone that understands what we have to rant about, Gin & Lin will try to be as "corporate" as possible to trace out the faults in everyday activity.

YES! We may be rude.

YES! We may be crude.

But heck! At least we have the balls (well me at least, Lin has no male organs whatsoever, unless you include her failing liver due to excessive alcohol and partying) to tell it like it is!

Gin "crossed the street naked at night"

Reply to: Sweet Young Thangs

2008-08-14T22:33:00.000+08:00

"God brought us together" isn't really that bad. After all, love does come to those who truly believe, doesn't it? BUT if the naive minds were to think that love revolves around sending text messages and holding hands because God has brought us together...then that's pretty damn hilarious.

Yes, at the age of 24 and even if you were living in a tree house in Sarawak, freak, that doesn’t give you an excuse to not know what a Vibrator is. And no, I wasn’t talking about your ringing mobile phone. True, true, we all want to believe in fairytales and happy endings BUT the reality isn’t always that perfectly simple. Hell, I wouldn’t want to date a 5”9 dude with the mind of a 15 year old! As sweet as “I'm happy alongside her” is, I’d really rather hear “I bought you a Tiffany” instead…well that's just me.

So then should we let the innocent remain innocent? Noooo...discovering your life now is way better than discovering it when you're 40. and wrinkly.

^^lil' Lin

Sweet Young Thangs

2008-08-14T18:18:00.000+08:00

You know whats lame? 15 year olds stuck in bodies of 20 somethings. How do people write mushy rubbish about being in love when you're 25?"my heart was pain..." "god brought us together" "i was happy alongside her"

Who writes stuff like that when they're OF age seriously. I mean, naivity is one thing, but acting like a high school prom queen when you're 24, COME ON!

I choose to blame being sheltered and also church clicks. In the first place if you're confined in a shell of friends that aren't "educated" about things like dating, partying or even sex for that matter, what exposure do you have to the real world? It's alright if you're living in a tree somewhere in Sarawak but heck, even THAT isn't an excuse. Churchy people also narrow your field of vision to everything else thats happening out...there! Church clicks swallow you up with being wholesome and you end up losing a bulk of your youth. 1st hand experience!

I'm not saying partying, drinking, smoking, and sex are supposed to be GREAT things. The health ramifications are obvious. But to be honest with you, if not for those mentioned above, i'd still be living in a cocoon wrapped up somewhere between a choice of 20 people SLUMBER parties and bible study on Friday nights!

Innocence is something to be taken with a pinch of salt i say!

Gin "always better with tonic water"