The "FEEL GOOD" Drag

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.

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

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:

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?

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

"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

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?

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?

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

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

"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

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"