i love life


i am a hopeless romantic and one bad date away from being cynical. i am a sucker for the written word. i love robert jordan, as much as that performance artist lady gaga or that crackwhore amy winehouse. i like reality shows and every tv show which exploits drama. I love TYRA, with her narcissism and her smize..i curse, weep and howl. i hate dumb people, and yet i think i am dumb most of the time. i am a drama queen, but i also smile the sweetest of smiles and bellow ear-shattering laughters. i frown at incompetence but screams for pleasure. i squirm when bored and squirm when tittilated. i am a connoisseur of visual and aural feasts--of all things ethereal and sublime ; ghastly and profane; a sense of aesthetics is my best friend, i like latex and pvc. i am a friend. a confidant. a lover. a mistress. a doting girlfriend. i am a creature who enjoys pigging-out on her favorite food in silence while watching crappy reality shows,then feels guilty after. i am butter melting deliciously on your tongue. i am narcissistic and extremely vain.a camera-whore who flirts with the lens on like, a regular basis. i am edward-smitten;and chris evan too.and everyday i adore a different man. i live in the present, and pop culture is my religion;i am always politically correct, but i think political correctness leads us to think like a herd, i dont think its a fault of people to think differently from mine, until we take the time to make a difference, but i take maliscious happiness in the misery of others and i religiously read perezhilton and tmz for my favorite celebrity like britney and others, and i secretly wish that lindsay will fuck it up , drink and sound the scram bracelet once more and be thrown in jail... . i am sometimes, laid back, i start and have no follow through like this blog which i have forgotten so many times. i am a person with so many gifts, and i feel like i owe it to myself to write my experiences, because i have been gifted with so much and i need to share it to the world,
.i kick myself when i fail, i hug myself when i succeed. i dare to live in waking dreams. i am a bit of a tragedy and a resounding success. i am beauty and ugliness. i love my body because its strong and i hate it because its strong. i always wish to be thinner, but i always wish to be healthier. i am a walking irony. i am dominant , but passive-aggressive. i am sane and crazy. i am happy and sad. i am shadow and light. agony and ecstasy. cold as ice. hot as fire. ..take a deep breathe
love me or hate me.
i am wholistic and i am real.
i am far from perfect.



cage me up

cage me up

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

the TATTOO



....so i have always abstained from getting a tattoo...
i chickened out the first time I was to have it...in Koh Samui, with my best friend Portia.
Its not that I am afraid of the pain... I had liquid silicone injected on my hips, so my pain tolerance is quite high .
i just want to have a bit more meaning to my first tattoo...and my best friend was planning for a long time, so its ok for her. a tattoo isnt supposed to be done on impulse( like purchasing an ugly purse just because its on sale).

then comes this man, who has changed everything in my life.
i dont know if he is my rebound guy because i just came from another relationship.
but we got engaged ....so he is technically my ex fiance... yup. . . i actually believed i can be tied down.
there was even a flawless diamond ring...oh how i miss wearing it.
but thats another story for another time.

lesson learned though-- never get a tattoo of the name of your lover.
it will be a painful memory( trust me on this)

its like a recipe for REGRET...most of the people who gets a tattoo of their lovers always end up breaking up with their partners. its like a JINX
take a cue from angelina--of billy bob( and many many more people who has the name of their ex engraved on their skin)
so avril lavigne getting a tattoo of brody jenner means their relationship will go kaput in a month.
im just lucky I got mine just below the neck , so now i have to wear my hair long all the time.
i got another one, a flower from the yorkshire flag ( he is from north yorkshire), at least that looks just like a flower...

so in the end, after a tumultous relationship with another man...
i am single again...
and i am happy.
i have been succesfully deconstructed by people who are fucked up themselves.

im 30 with two tattoos, a bag of regrets, a good head and a nice surprise between my legs.
i will find my man...and i will make sure, my name is written ...not on his skin...
but on his heart.( im not that cynical yet)
I just know that there is someone out there, who is as crazy as me and has a lot more balls to carry a relationship with a proud transexual...
...not some fluffy pseudo- straight man who bit more than he can chew.
wow...im HATING

1 comment:

sgboy said...

can't tell you how good it is to have you back on blog land! Kiss kiss

Now I'll share with you the cliche for the day

"That Which Does Not Hurt Us, Only Makes Us Stronger"

You will just get better and stronger

If You CouLd Read My Mind Love

If You CouLd Read My Mind Love
What a tale my thoughts would tello