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Resistance Is Futile

Taken from piratelicker 

* Leave me a comment saying "Resistance is Futile."
* I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can satisfy my curiosity
* Update your journal with the answers to the questions. Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.

1. if you had to sacrifice ONE skill/talent you have, what would it be?
Hmm...my awesome skill of sleeping in cars, no matter where I'm going or how long the journey is.

2. which is worse? singing on stage in front of an audience or giving a speech on national tv?
Singing on stage. >( My squeaky voice will scare off ppl.

3. You've been selected to enter Ms Universe. Do you accept?
Yes, but I need to lose weight first and stretch myself taller...at least 5 inches.

4. Your #1 fave character in fiction. Books, TV, movies, cartoons count.
Do you really need to ask? :D Draco Malfoy, of course. Although he would be better if there was Harry Potter in the picture as well. *whistles innocently*

5. When you cook, you like to....?
Play those games like Cake Mania, to pass the time if I need to wait for it to cook :P

Why Are Women Crabby.

From ladybelz

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.......

For mexicanpony cos I love her :D

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.
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stolen from _deru

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

Jan. 24th, 2009

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!

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I would have to say..

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!

How am I?

Refer to post over at Tingkap Tutup.

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