From ladybahiya

Why Women Are Crabby

We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had..

Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.

Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day on our knees leaning over Brother John . Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.

Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a whole watermelon and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed.. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall (or some other unusually public place) and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER.

Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, 'Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar ... Calm down and push.' Just one more good push' (more like 10), warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the %$#*@*#!* hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 8 pound bowling ball through a keyhole.

After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that 'cute' wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.

Then come their 'Teen Years.

' Need I say more?

When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.

So we progress into the grand finale: 'The Menopause,' the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned 'buds' or the aforementioned Nether Regions or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

So, while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. You think women are the 'weaker sex?' Yeah right. Bite me.

Send this to seven bright women you know and make their day!!! Or at least make them laugh a little.......

frankisaysrelax was nice enough to offer a chance for someone to go with her for the HK preview in Covent Garden. Pictures of the event ahead and some updates of what I've been doing the past few days / weeks.
( Cut for lotsa photos.  )

Pick one word from each pair that you think describes me the best and comment with your choices. Then copy this and post it in your own journal to see how your friends view you.



* dominant or submissive
* logical or intuitive
* social or loner
* kinky or vanilla
* cute or sophisticated
* kitten or puppy
* warm flannel sheets or sleek satin
* leader or follower
* quiet or talkative
* spontaneous or planned
* teddy bear or porcelain doll
* hiking or window shopping
* tequila or vodka
* top or bottom
* bare foot or shoes
* jeans or slacks
* tender or rough
* aware or dreamy
* nerd or jock
* brains or brawn
* common sense or book smarts

I'm amazed that I managed to pull myself out of there so early. I just got back and it was so awesome to see the displays and other pro MAs doing makeup/airbrushing/etc. I, of course, headed to the MACPro booth and Crown Brushes before anything else. Pictures behind the cut!

( Damn Lj-Cut )

:D

that this is by far the best "flash-mob" ad that I have even seen in a while. This is by T-Mobile UK. Have a go at it!

Refer to post over at Tingkap Tutup.

I might just start blogging there now. Note the word, might.

Not. I am super sleepy and cranky right now. My flight got delayed until 6:25am. Originally it's suppose to be at 3:15am. I've been here since..12am. FUUUUUUU--- All that wasted time could've been used to spend a little bit more time with Amir, instead of me sitting alone right here in Starbucks getting irritable and hyper with hot chocolate and black forest cake.

I'm about to fall asleep in my chair and I have about half an hour left till I have to head to the gate. I think it's pretty evident that I don't want to go back. Being back had been fun and it didn't get less emotional or easier leaving. I haven't even left and yet, here I am already missing home. I'm counting the days until I finish my degree, 6 more months. Hopefully everything will be fine and I can proceed without any hitches.

Ugh. I want to be home. :( Sleep in my or Amir's bed. Blah. I blame you Amir, those words you said to me before I left in Sept. "Home is where the heart is". They're still repeating in my head. Those same words, made me burst into tears. Blah.

This dude makes me laugh. I'm silly, I know.

Almost the last week of the term before Xmas hols. I have 1 group report due today (Which got finalised last night at 1:30am. First time ever being in a library that late), 1 essay on Monday and a test on Tuesday. The group report was taxing for me since I was sick. But I have really awesome groupmates, so it was so much more bearable. Trying to do critical thinking while having coughing fits is really....painful. Just 2 more things to do and I'm freeeeeee...sort of.

12 more days till I go home! Hopefully this isn't one of those prolonged sickness. I've been sick since Sunday night. I blame it solely on the weather! It's not really a secret that I hate the cold. I need the sun!! :P

I went to London last Saturday to meet my brother and my er..nephew on my dad's side with Jon. We ate at Melati, the Malaysian restaurant. I was like.. wow, £90 for 4. But we did eat till we were uber full. But wow. Headed off to walk on Regent Street and saw pretty exciting things (for me anyway). They closed Oxford Street and Regent Street for the weekend, so you get to see a lot of things like those ppl on stilts and park benches in the middle of crossroads.

Parted with the family at 4pm, my brother had to catch a flight back at night so he's going to go back to the hotel. My nephew was sleepy due to the copious amount of food we had, so he went back home. Bare in mind that he's like.. 8 years younger than my brother... so he's 10 years older than me. Shit.

Jon and I headed off to meet his friends from Cambridge. We were going to watch Avenue Q!! It's so sad that they're going to close in March. :( Gotta see the show again! We had really bad seats so I'm going to get better seats the next time around. I just realised that the London production of Avenue Q is slightly different from the original Broadway. Not just the talents that got involved, I meant the script as well. There a few changes here and there. But nevertheless, muppet!sex = scary. Haha. I loved the show!
( An update? Wow... amazing, she's updating!!  )

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

Stranded on an island alone

We are the only ones who can feel it,
B-A-B-Y,
Your touch, your taste, your breath,
I need your love.

Hover through the foggy vapours,
I can't get you out of my head,
I fled to a different place, (* translated from French)
This is a brand new problem.

As a young girl,
And I was so alone,
Hiding away,
"I'm loud and I'm vulgar and I wear the pants in the house."

I don't mind,
I tried my best,
Shame on you for getting wet,
I opened my eyes for a morning.

Didn't you want to hear,
1,2,3,4,
I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf,
Our eyes are glazed over.

:/ Does not make sense.

That's without parenthetical citations, headers / sub headers and references. =_= The word limit is 1000. D: BAH I GIVE UP!!!! 

Hmm..my fingers can't stop pressing command+s. X_x;; i saved websites a couple of times now. *can die happily now*

Haha some of you are probably going to whack me for saying that. :P But I hate being in the cold or being cold in general. Although from what I hear it's really humid back home right now? What with all the rain and sun. It has been raining (pfft.. rain = heavy drizzle) a lot here too. :/ Great. I hate getting wet more than being cold. There is no lesser or two evils because both of them are tag teaming against me.

I'll be at mexicanpony 's place for the weekend so that is something to look forward too! I love her place because it's so cosy and warm. If I ever decide to stay in the UK, it'd be under her table :P (lin:*hinthint*) I'll be having reading week so no classes next week. Boohoo I can't enjoy it since I have an assignment to hand in on the 21st of Nov. I'm hoping that I'll be able to finish it tonight, a bunch of us are going to camp in the library. Thank goodness for it to be just outside my hall of residance. I don't have to walk in the cold for too long.

Pictures..of nothingness: Just to tell you I'm looking more dead than anything else. Or so what my friends have been telling me.
( Camwhoring is a skill that needs to be sharpened. It may come useful in the future.  )

To all the guys out there! Especially you baby :D