i was dissapointed. i smiled. i laughed. i gobbled up the cake my dearest colleagues gave me. i cried again. felt lonely. had an arguement. screamed. cried. made up and smiled, twice.

so in short, that is how i spent my birthday as a crazy ass 22 year old big girl.

thankfully enough, i end my few last minutes as a 21 year old, increasing my laugh lines. =) .

okay, i am getting sick of me.

now.

it comes to my attention that, while i was on the bus ride home just now, i became paranoid as crazy due to the recent bombings of Jakarta. what more with the sightings. urgh. bloody terrible and it disgusts me. my heart goes to all the innocent people.

now, why the heck in the world would they want to bomb an asian country if not because of the obvious reasons? foreigners. sad enough, question is, why the heck must the bomber be a fellow muslim? it aggravates the matter more.

as i have always stand by my morals and integrity, i shall confess once again that i am not a religious muslim. but, at least, even i know the basic teachings that and allow me to make it clear to everyone who is starting to stereotype and think that we are all born with the same perspectives, that, our people are never taught to inflict pain to others in any sense.

sad to say, human nature is; a mistake takes away all the beauty of a particular pure goodness.

i am paranoid big-time because i am working at a foreigner shopping district.

even better, singapore by itself is already cordially inviting trouble. single handedly. we, the citizens do not exaggerate, but do you even really worry dear government? is this how its going to be at the end: you are going to blame yourself if, it happens and send your condolences to everyone?

you, are taking us for granted. us, all that you've fought for, once. us, the people that really would die for our country.

this is depressing.

moving on to a hotter topic.

ladies. do not get yourself a copy of gq magazine, august 09 edition because....channing tatum is as hot as your wet, pulsating....

is the word that i think of typing, even legal?

hahahaha.

vulgar, vulgar, filthy, gooooood word.

you have been warned. oh my god. *sweating*

here's a teaser.




i love my women with smoking, come-and-get-me-eyes, healthy vivacious hair and thick, supple dick-sucking lips. ooooooohhhhhh...



my guys with, humor and more importantly, i'm-going-to-rip-you-apart-so-good eyes and thin, thin lips. i love,love,love thin lips.



in case you're wondering, i have the 2 hand drawn sunflowers in my hair, all credits to my dearest brothers, who present them to me on my 22nd birthday. even though they're extras from, their art classes, i am stoked at receiving them. its sweat and love. from this day onwards, i vow to make my children do something strictly made from their bare hands if my, my husband's and any one of their birthdays were to take place. it never fails to make a someone's day. sigh. my brothers. those awesome big, little beings. i love you.