It is amazing what you find when you do a random search ....
Posted on 1 April 2004 @ 17:31:56 on a matchmaking service
Looking for a bride for my son age 31, non smoker, teetottler having properties over Rs 15 million. Educated and retired parents of Sri Lanka Administrative Service, vegetarian. Son is looking after properties. Looking for a non working pretty girl, kind hearted with a good character. Apply with horoscope.
oh dear.. gold diggers take note
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
Stupid Monday
I still cannot decide whether I want this blog to be a platform where I cry, and rant and generally unload my negative emotions (thanks Mentalf for bringing to my attention that I write as if I am "going to die like that")
OR
write about more positive things and actually entertain about my readers with my supposed wit and humour.
Boo.
I found out that TWO of my friends have gotten hitched. Wow, everyone is getting on with their lives. And I still don't know what to do with mine. It is normal to be approaching 30 and still have identity crises? I guess that is another reason why I am Batman! (see below) At least Batman is cool. But I can relate to the emotional dysfunctionalism. And I think black is slimming too.
OR
write about more positive things and actually entertain about my readers with my supposed wit and humour.
Boo.
I found out that TWO of my friends have gotten hitched. Wow, everyone is getting on with their lives. And I still don't know what to do with mine. It is normal to be approaching 30 and still have identity crises? I guess that is another reason why I am Batman! (see below) At least Batman is cool. But I can relate to the emotional dysfunctionalism. And I think black is slimming too.
Friday, November 11, 2005
I kick ass
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As the Dark Knight of Gotham, Batman is a vigilante who deals out his own brand of justice to the criminals and corrupt of the city. He follows his own code and is often misunderstood. He has few friends or allies, but finds comfort in his cause.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Shake your booty
I miss dancing. Nothing beats gettin' it on with a bunch of mates without a care how stupid we look. I never made it to Ministry of Sound in London as Monica decided to go to Ibiza instead! Going to a club alone is just sad.
Grooving to Jamiroquai was so cool at one time. Now all I remember him as a bloke with a hat. Now the clubs are overun by collge kids and I feel so ancient and over dressed (= having on too many clothes. Club wear now consist of handkerchiefs, haven't you noticed?)
Grooving to Jamiroquai was so cool at one time. Now all I remember him as a bloke with a hat. Now the clubs are overun by collge kids and I feel so ancient and over dressed (= having on too many clothes. Club wear now consist of handkerchiefs, haven't you noticed?)
Top of the Pops
Not too long ago I got an invite to Retro Retro night at a leading club. A cd came with it and as I could not go that time, I chucked the invite and kept the CD.
Finally listened to it and whoa momma! I thought I remembered a lot of the songs of the glorious 80s but obviously I was wrong. In fact I don't know quite a big number of the tunes.
And all this time I laid claim to the 80s as MY time yet yesterday I had a brilliant conversation with a 36 year old who claims it for his own too.
So that got me thinking. In 1985 I was, lets see.. 8 years old! Gosh, I can't be that young! I remember so many TV shows of that era. So if I didn't belong to the 80s that would mean that I am actually a 90s girl. That's not bad at all in a kinda bombastic, romatic way.
Who is a 90s icon now? Let's examine 90s pop culture shall we? In no particular order
there's:
The Simpsons
The Wonderbra
Trainspotting (yeay!)
Hanging Tough (NKOTB)
Bungee jumping
Sinead O' Conner
Hammer Time
Teletubbies
Sonic the Hedgehodge
WAYNE'S WORLD
Quentin Tarantino
Vannila Ice
Fight Club
Pokemon
Ali G
Eminem
Robbie Willams (sigh)
Austin Powers
Tamagochi
Spice Girls
Shucks, I do have loads of good memories. On the BBC website listen to medlies of the 90s. Find them at http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/ilove/years/
Damn nostalgic. Man, I miss the clubs. There is this great club called Bobby Brown's at Broad Street Birmingham. Fridays were best as it was stricly over-25s only, hence no drunk students crowds.
I don't know how our lot usually got in as we were no where near 25 at the time, but I count not resist the R&B.
It was there that I developed a taste for strong tequila.
(And it was there also that I got picked up by a gorgeous man who owned a garden centre at Longbridge. A 6-footer with blue eyes, high cheek bones and broad shoulders. He was just SO freaking hot. Nothing happened as I left for home soon after. Sheesh. So fucked up, right?)
Time to take a cold shower now.
Finally listened to it and whoa momma! I thought I remembered a lot of the songs of the glorious 80s but obviously I was wrong. In fact I don't know quite a big number of the tunes.
And all this time I laid claim to the 80s as MY time yet yesterday I had a brilliant conversation with a 36 year old who claims it for his own too.
So that got me thinking. In 1985 I was, lets see.. 8 years old! Gosh, I can't be that young! I remember so many TV shows of that era. So if I didn't belong to the 80s that would mean that I am actually a 90s girl. That's not bad at all in a kinda bombastic, romatic way.
Who is a 90s icon now? Let's examine 90s pop culture shall we? In no particular order
there's:
The Simpsons
The Wonderbra
Trainspotting (yeay!)
Hanging Tough (NKOTB)
Bungee jumping
Sinead O' Conner
Hammer Time
Teletubbies
Sonic the Hedgehodge
WAYNE'S WORLD
Quentin Tarantino
Vannila Ice
Fight Club
Pokemon
Ali G
Eminem
Robbie Willams (sigh)
Austin Powers
Tamagochi
Spice Girls
Shucks, I do have loads of good memories. On the BBC website listen to medlies of the 90s. Find them at http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/ilove/years/
Damn nostalgic. Man, I miss the clubs. There is this great club called Bobby Brown's at Broad Street Birmingham. Fridays were best as it was stricly over-25s only, hence no drunk students crowds.
I don't know how our lot usually got in as we were no where near 25 at the time, but I count not resist the R&B.
It was there that I developed a taste for strong tequila.
(And it was there also that I got picked up by a gorgeous man who owned a garden centre at Longbridge. A 6-footer with blue eyes, high cheek bones and broad shoulders. He was just SO freaking hot. Nothing happened as I left for home soon after. Sheesh. So fucked up, right?)
Time to take a cold shower now.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Apology
Tis November.
This blog is 11 months old. I actually never expected that my enthusiasm would last this long.
I read somewhere that when men break up, they cope by dating other women (bastards, right?) or getting drunk. Women eat chocolates and write journals.
So 7 kilos and a reasonably decent blog later, here I am looking back at the experience. I am so glad that I have this little chunk of cyberspace to call my own. I guess the reason why it has for the longest time been a little on the negative side (i.e. oh a just tad bitchy) is because it was originally created as a platform to vent. (It's cheaper and healthier than Marlboro lights anyway.) It is quite cathartic for me although now that I have opened the blog to others, I sincerely doubt you feel at peace.
I am so sorry dear reader that you have to be subjected to such skepticism, cynicism and despair (and I have not even said anything about my sex life yet).
I have come to the conclusion that one's happiness lies only in one's own hands and that by delegating that responsibility to someone else, say a boyfriend, a parent or a peer, one is just setting oneself up for major disappointment. Nobody is going to ever thank you for being a martyr in this world.
So carpe diem!
This blog is 11 months old. I actually never expected that my enthusiasm would last this long.
I read somewhere that when men break up, they cope by dating other women (bastards, right?) or getting drunk. Women eat chocolates and write journals.
So 7 kilos and a reasonably decent blog later, here I am looking back at the experience. I am so glad that I have this little chunk of cyberspace to call my own. I guess the reason why it has for the longest time been a little on the negative side (i.e. oh a just tad bitchy) is because it was originally created as a platform to vent. (It's cheaper and healthier than Marlboro lights anyway.) It is quite cathartic for me although now that I have opened the blog to others, I sincerely doubt you feel at peace.
I am so sorry dear reader that you have to be subjected to such skepticism, cynicism and despair (and I have not even said anything about my sex life yet).
I have come to the conclusion that one's happiness lies only in one's own hands and that by delegating that responsibility to someone else, say a boyfriend, a parent or a peer, one is just setting oneself up for major disappointment. Nobody is going to ever thank you for being a martyr in this world.
So carpe diem!
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Watch the Birdie
KL Bird Park
Taken with a Canon EOS 350D
Taken with a Canon EOS 350D
Kvak
1/200, f/5 at 131mm
I am not plastic
1/500, f/6 at 168mm
Can I blink now,please?
1/400, f/5.6 at 200mm
I will put up more photos soon. Thinking of setting up an online gallery as resizing the images removes a lot of the details and does not do justice to the subjects.
Simplify, simplify
The last layout was just too spotty. Here is a new look to my blog which I do think is a little more pleasing to the eye. Simplicity is good. I hope to be putting up more pictures here so I think this works better.
Anyway I was supposed to start work next week but guess what? I called up my new boss to ask for an extension and she just remarked "why don't you come in December?"
YEAY! I am pleased as punch!
Because:
A. I have not recovered from my last job
B. I have not had time to myself
C. I have not caught up with the law
D. I have not called up my ex office mates during lunch time to tell them that I just woke up.
Anyway I was supposed to start work next week but guess what? I called up my new boss to ask for an extension and she just remarked "why don't you come in December?"
YEAY! I am pleased as punch!
Because:
A. I have not recovered from my last job
B. I have not had time to myself
C. I have not caught up with the law
D. I have not called up my ex office mates during lunch time to tell them that I just woke up.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Soppy movies
I caught the movie Sepet on TV over the weekend. Alone of course. It is a sweet story about inter-racial love. Of course I knew it was a romantic movie. That was why I left my unopened VCD copy in my desk drawer for close to two months now.
I dislike love stories. They are in essence, sugar-coated candy-flossed tales that have so lost touch with reality. Plus they make me cry like a school girl.
I scoff at the tissue waving, eye dabbing chick flick fans. But then again, when I think about it I am not really that different.
When women watch love stories, we examine it against our own relationships and we weep bitterly over its utter wretchedness/death.
Yet through chick flicks, we continue to live in hope. Not unlike men with their porn collection. Somewhere in our fantasies we hope our Brad (or Keanu or Johnny) in shining sports car will sweep us off our Bata slippers with roses and champagne. But of course the chances of that happening is about the same as most men scoring with their favourite pornstar.
It will be a while before I watch another love story.
I dislike love stories. They are in essence, sugar-coated candy-flossed tales that have so lost touch with reality. Plus they make me cry like a school girl.
I scoff at the tissue waving, eye dabbing chick flick fans. But then again, when I think about it I am not really that different.
When women watch love stories, we examine it against our own relationships and we weep bitterly over its utter wretchedness/death.
Yet through chick flicks, we continue to live in hope. Not unlike men with their porn collection. Somewhere in our fantasies we hope our Brad (or Keanu or Johnny) in shining sports car will sweep us off our Bata slippers with roses and champagne. But of course the chances of that happening is about the same as most men scoring with their favourite pornstar.
It will be a while before I watch another love story.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Where are the sitcom moms?
I have disappeared for a while to go home and visit my mom. If you have been keeping up with my incessant complaining, you would know that my parents' marriage is at a turning point.
And like a wooden stake lodged into a vampire's heart, this trip back drove home one point - I can't live with my mom if I am to remain sane.
Her values and approach to life is very old-school, not that I have a problem with that. But she has a very hot temper and a tongue to match.
She never really fancied me. My childhood years were miserable ones. Affection and attention deprived, I don't know how to explain to the men i date why I am so emotionally screwed up at times.
Mother has mellowed down through the years although my dad had to bear the brunt of her frustrations a lot as my brother and I exited the nest. And now it appears even dad has given up.
My mom is all sweet to me now and as much as I try, I cannot help but wonder if it is because she has no one left on her side. Now with this problem she is having with dad, I try to be supportive but on our trip home, my brother and I ended up on the receiving end of my mom's fury. Sigh.
I am trying so hard to be understanding but it is proving to be difficult. Perhaps it is also because I have not forgiven her for a lot of the pain and heartache I was put through.
Who would have thought that being fillial would be so hard.
And like a wooden stake lodged into a vampire's heart, this trip back drove home one point - I can't live with my mom if I am to remain sane.
Her values and approach to life is very old-school, not that I have a problem with that. But she has a very hot temper and a tongue to match.
She never really fancied me. My childhood years were miserable ones. Affection and attention deprived, I don't know how to explain to the men i date why I am so emotionally screwed up at times.
Mother has mellowed down through the years although my dad had to bear the brunt of her frustrations a lot as my brother and I exited the nest. And now it appears even dad has given up.
My mom is all sweet to me now and as much as I try, I cannot help but wonder if it is because she has no one left on her side. Now with this problem she is having with dad, I try to be supportive but on our trip home, my brother and I ended up on the receiving end of my mom's fury. Sigh.
I am trying so hard to be understanding but it is proving to be difficult. Perhaps it is also because I have not forgiven her for a lot of the pain and heartache I was put through.
Who would have thought that being fillial would be so hard.
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