BITCHOLOGY

BITCHOLOGY

When I stand up for myself and my beliefs,
they call me a bitch.
When I stand up for those I love,
they call me a bitch.
When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way,
they call me a bitch.

Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart.
It means I live my life MY way.
It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.
When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it,
I am defined as a bitch.

The same thing happens when I take time for myself
instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.
It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself
to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea
of what they think I "should" be. I am outspoken,
opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there
is nothing wrong with that!

So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to
squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won't
succeed. And if that makes me a bitch, so be it. I embrace
the title and am proud to bear it.

B - Babe
I - In
T - Total
C - Control of
H - Herself

B = Beautiful
I = Intelligent
T = Talented
C = Charming
H = Hell of a Woman

B = Beautiful
I = Individual
T = That
C = Can
H = Handle anything

"If you can't do something right, get a woman to do it."

PS: I am not an idiot and I dun intend to be one. I am a stubborn Queen Lala monkey bull the 1st the last and the one and only. Too bad for you, my bull horns are out now, together with the monkey tail + the devils' fork so I am pure EVIL. I may be nice, but I can kill you NICELY too.

Ah Ber is down

Ah ber is not feeling too good. I feel so heaty. My throat is bursting and my lips are cracking and my abdomen is killing me. I ate bread pudding yesterday and due to my greediness, I ate alot without considering the effect of the HUGE amount of milk that was used to make it. And that HUGE amount of milk was almost enough to kill me cos I am lactose intolerant.

Had a slight fever and tummy ache before I went to bed. Maybe the panadol I took helped to numb my tummy ache but I woke up at 5am with such a terrible tummy ache that I tot I could die on the spot.

I tried to sleep alot. But I am still irritable, I am still pms-ing, I am still feeling under the weather. Suddenly so many tots flooded my brain, it made me even more depressed. I suddenly have no idea wat the hell was wrong with me!!!

I went to sleep last nite feeling so alone cos junior didnt want to hug me. There's this draggy feeling inside me that I wan to get rid of but somehow i cannot.

Woke up this morn feeling much better but not really fantastic. The tot of national day coming up is perking me up. Another holiday. Not that I dun like to work (who likes to work anyway???) but I am not in top form for work. I still have a long way to go. I feel like getting out of this shitty place.

PS: I have been re-writing and re-phasing and deleting and re-doing this post. Feel like writing lotsa stuff here but dunno how to put it. Dunno wat to write. Bored. Think I go sleep somemore or watch some movies.

PMS HIGH ALERT

Tot PMS went away. I was wrong.

Today at the airport, I was queueing to check in the bags when the trolley behind me came closer and close till there was no gap for me to stand to push the trolley. How stupid can the gal behind me be????? She pushed her trolley all the way like returning the trolley - the end of her trolley was under my trolley.....

So when the queue moved, I moved behind my trolley to fill the "GAP" that was supposed to be my legs..... Her trolley touched my legs once. I ignored it.

While the queue moved, her trolley bum my legs TWICE. I turned around and exclaimed loudly "EXCUSE ME!?!?!?!?!" She hurriedly said sorry.... and luckily her trolley didnt touch my legs again for the whole of check in or else I will surely make her into an ostrich (face no where to hide)....

BUUUUUUUUTTTTTT....

The queue moved to a bigger area and she QUEUED NEXT TO ME..... side by side, not BEHIND ME..... ok, never mind...... I take it easy cos I decided she might be a foreigner from the village cos after all this plane is going to Cambodia then to Vietnam...... so I guess she must be one of them who's returning to their homeland.....

THENNNNNNNNNN.....someone else pissed me off...

I was in the lift. There was a couple, whose father was holding his son. They were standing at the back of the lift when I entered. I looked at the button and saw that the only lighted button was going to my floor, so I jus stood at the door lor since we are all going out at the same level anyway.....

When the indicator jumped to the floor we were supposed to alight, that man stood by my side, very close to me and said excuse me..... I was like??????? The lift door NOT EVEN OPENED YET..... I looked at the door and looked up at the indicator...... and ignored him. After like another 5 seconds, the door opened and I went out..... Wat's the hurry? Excuse me for WAT? Excuse you so that you can carry your son and BANG your head on the lift door issit????? Door also not open yet you so gan cheong for wat????? Cant you see I also alighting same floor?????? Ai yo.....

So this is proof that PMS is still here.....

On a lighter note, Rina and me took a very nice photo together and this is the best photo we have taken together (cos she dun like to take photo one)....

Rina & Ber

And one day I arrived at Braddell with my hair looking like this..... Rina said I looked like Olive Oil in Popeye. Wat do you think???

OH POPEYE!!!