Songs that make you go Ooh III

I told you this list would never end!! Here are another 20 sexy songs :)

1) Be on You - Flo Rida feat. Ne-Yo

This song's so good I'll forgive the rapper responsible for splitting his name in half in an attempt to sound different when compared to the US State it resembles.

2) Superman - Eminem

The girl moaning? Come on, even as a fellow female, I find that hot.

3) A Loaded Smile - Adam Lambert

This one's all dreamy and when I hear it, I always imagine I'm floating among the clouds :)

4) Fire - Des'ree & Babyface

Such an adorable tune that never fails to make you tap your feet

5) Every Rose has it's Thorn - Poison

Even though this song's pretty sad when you listen to the lyrics, the vibes are quite sexy. Maybe I'm just biased cause of Bret Michaels.

6) Please Forgive Me + Let's Make a Night to Remember + Thought I'd Died and gone to Heaven - Bryan Adams

A threesome? I couldn't decide which one was best. : P

7) Eat You Alive - Limp Bizkit

Marilyn Manson claims that the most sexual act you could perform on your partner would be to consume them, i.e eating them. Haha

8) Tainted Love + Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson

Even though both songs aren't his originals, his versions are awesome.

9) Make Love in this Club - Usher

Something about the thrill of getting caught while you're doing it in a club has 'sexy' written all over it.

10) Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

It's Chris Isaak, come on. Do I need to give an explanation?

11) By Your Side - Sade

Lovely romantic one.

12) Pure Shores - All Saints

I think this one makes it on the list for the sole reason that it was featured in The Beach. DiCaprio wins. Everytime.

13) Hungry like the Wolf - Duran Duran + I Can't Go For That - Hall & Oates

These two were in the same '80s sexy' category.

14) Fever - Peggy Lee

This song has so many versions but the original is still the best :)

15) Turn your Lights down Low - Bob Marley & Lauryn Hill

All reggae sexy.

16) It Ain't Over til' it's Over - Lenny Kravitz

It's Lenny Kravitz, come on. Do I need to give an explanation?

17) Since I Don't Have You - Guns N Roses

Slash playing the heck out of that guitar riff does it for me. He could play the alphabet song and it'll still be hot.

18) Crazy - Aerosmith

For all those bipolar lovers. That first line of 'come here, baby.' Damn.

19) Love Bites - Def Leppard

Has broken hearted vibes but the slow rock feel sure sets the mood.

20) Closer - Nine inch Nails

Trent Reznor. That drum beat. That raw animalistic energy.

Rarr.

You Make Me Feel Like I'm Living a Teenage Dream

I found him.

Or rather, we found each other.

I can honestly say I have never been this happy in my life. Everything he is, and everything he makes me feel, I once believed could only exist in my dreams, or in romantic movies or novels.

He is the sweetest berry on the vine.

He is my No.1 Hit.

He is my prince.

The one I've been waiting for.

The apple of my eye.

The sunshine of my life.

My twin flame.

My soulmate.

My missing puzzle piece.

I spent the last few months getting my act together, pursuing my career in music, achieving independence financially and socially, realizing that I do quite well on my own. I stopped looking. And that's usually how it happens, right? You find love when you least expect it.

I hadn't given up on Love, I never have and I never will. But I came to terms with the fact that maybe there wasn't anyone on this side of the world that would be suitable for me romantically. I decided to put that priority aside for now, and focus on other aspects in my life that would strengthen me.

Then, I met him. I tried to play it cool and I did it so well that he thought I wasn't interested. (those relationship books taught me well) We clicked instantly and although this is still our 'honeymoon period', I really want to make this work.

Sure, I'm scared. Scared of hurting him, scared of getting hurt. But we can't get enough of each other. I asked the universe to bring me a like-minded passionate soul and that's exactly what he is. Essentially, he is the male version of me, with a few differences but shockingly identical in almost every other way.

He melted my plastic heart and created a puddle of endorphins, pheromones and happy sighs. He empowers me and makes me wanna be a better person. I feel invincible.

I used to laugh in disbelief at chick flicks, snigger at cheesy love songs, roll my eyes at affectionate couples but silently yearn for a special someone.

Now I have him.

And I've become a mushy love ball full of warm fuzzy feelings.

Imagine eating chocolate-covered marshmallows.

Imagine watching the sun rise.

Imagine standing on the seashore and feeling the waves wash over your feet.

Imagine hearing your favourite song.

Imagine watching the sun set.

Imagine finding out you just won the lottery.

Imagine taking a warm bubble bath with bath salts of your favourite scent.

Imagine the smell of freshly baked cookies.

Imagine waking up early on a rainy day and realizing you can sleep in.

Imagine the sweetness and warmth of a hot chocolate on a cold day, while you sit in front of the fireplace.

Put all these lovely feelings together, and that's how I feel every morning when I wake up.

Because I finally have a companion who likes me for being me.

'You think I'm pretty without any make-up on.

You think I'm funny when I tell the punch-line wrong,

I know you get me, so I let my walls come down.'

You said it Katy Perry.

Bob Marley once said "Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for."

There is no such thing as a perfect relationship. I know this honeymoon period will eventually morph into normalcy and he claims that's when I'll 'get sick of his face.'

I vow to make this work because he is most definitely worth it.

All the bad dates, failed relationships, meaningless flings, and walks of shame seem to disappear into a pit of my past.

He completes me.

Humour Me

What makes us laugh? What do we find funny?

I personally enjoy satire, irony, humorous anecdotes delivered in deadpan fashion. On rare occasions, I like a bit of slapstick, i.e a dash of Austin Powers, Ace Ventura, and maybe even a little Eddie Murphy.

Sometimes I wonder why certain situations depicted on TV or in films are supposed to invoke laughter. These 'mainstream funnies' are almost disturbing if you analyze them further.

First case study: Causing physical pain to the lead actor or some other form of humiliation

Evidence: Scenes that include but not limited to men getting kicked in the groin, people falling down a hill and injuring themselves, embarrassing situations that involve characters getting caught doing something they're not supposed to be doing (usually by parents or authoritative figures), sexual mishaps/rejections.

Movies which portray aforementioned scenes: Old Dogs, Grown-Ups, Meet the Parents, Dodgeball, and the list could go on forever

Is this what causes us to laugh at our friends when they fall down or hurt themselves accidentally? Sure, I've chortled at the occasional trip, but I would be very disturbed if I found myself laughing at someone else's expense.

Instead of making fun of people's misadventures, we should empathize and learn from their mistakes as well as our own. It would be folly of us to consistently tease a friend just because we can.

Second case study: Cross-dressing

It is somewhat shocking how many movies I came across that shared this subject matter. Why do we laugh at a man in a dress? Do the scenes imply that drag queens are a joke? Does the man not deserve to be taken seriously because he isn't oozing masculinity and testosterone? Is he supposed to be vulnerable and considered weak because he wears women's clothing?

I watched an interview that Oprah had with Dave Chappelle and he was reflecting on an occasion where he was asked to put on a dress and act as a prostitute because 'the scene would be hilarious'. His defensive statement was something along the lines of 'why do I need to be in a dress to be funny? Why can't I just say something hysterical and be done with it?' I feel you Dave, it's preposterous to imagine that intelligent comedians are taken for granted and belittled so they can get laughs.

Movies which portray aforementioned scenes (shocking number) : Tootsie, Mrs Doubtfire, To Wong Foo; Thanks For Everything, The Birdcage, Big Momma's House, The Nutty Professor, Norbit, Junior (Arnie doesn't dress like a woman, but he is essentially emasculated because he somehow manages to find himself on the delivery end of an immaculate conception, or some sort of artificial insemination [for men!!]), The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Priscilla: Queen of the Desert, Sorority Boys, Juwanna Mann, The Hot Chick and White Chicks

While some of these movies don't highlight transvestism in a negative light the entire time, some scenes are somewhat degrading towards the actors and characters they portray. A man trapped in a woman's body or vice versa connotes serious psychological issues that should not be ridiculed or taunted.

Is it because of movies like these that influence pop culture to such a degree that we find ourselves judging real-life transvestites or effeminate males, since we associate them with humorous scenes depicted in said films?

On the other side of the spectrum, there were 2 movies I discovered that showcased transvestism in an even more twisted way. [Warning: these next few lines contain spoilers]

1) Psycho - Where crazed killer Norman Bates turns out to be obsessed with the death of his mother to such an extent that his schizophrenia compels him to adopt her identity

2) Silence of the Lambs - (This movie is creepy enough as it is) Where serial killer Buffalo Bill kills and skins women alive so that he can wear their skin as a 'human suit'. Chilling stuff.

I'm sure there are many other movies that fall into this category, but since I am discussing humor, I'll stick to what's relevant.

On Planet Venus, there are a few movies that have the other extreme, women dressed as men. However, these movies had a very different vibe as compared to the ones mentioned in the 2nd Case Study.

She's the Man, Shakespeare in Love, Boys Don't Cry, Transamerica, Mulan and Connie and Carla (this one was hard to categorize, because the lead actresses were portraying women dressed up as men dressed up as women, WHEW!)

With the exception of the first and last movies, the others have a very serious vibe, either with regards to romance, acceptance and/or approval. It is funny how Hollywood differentiates transvestism when it comes to women dressed as men. And I don't mean funny ha ha.

I have watched most of the movies I have discussed. Some I enjoyed, some not so much, some I have yet to watch. The important lesson I take from them all, is that while most of them are created for entertainment, we shouldn't disregard or make fun of transvestites, gays, lesbians, effeminate males, masculine females, or anyone confused about their sexuality in any way.

Similarly, we shouldn't laugh when someone gets hurt. How would we feel if someone pointed a finger in our face and laughed everytime we cried?

We are all God's children and we should be spreading Love, not Hate. We should learn to embrace people for who they are, even if we may not understand their practices all the time.

Acceptance is no laughing matter.

Life is Like a Song

I'm seriously concerned about my bipolar emotions as of late. Sigh. One minute I wanna continue being an independent, strong, confident woman that doesn't need a guy, and the next I wanna drown in a puddle of cuddles with a protective, caring, doting knight-in-shining-armor type. Conflicted much?

I've deduced that how I feel about people is similar to how I feel about songs. There are 3 categories: Hits, Maybes and Flops.

Category 1: Hits

The songs that you like instantly the first time you hear them. You tap your feet, snap your fingers and the tune awakens your senses. It excites you because you've never heard it before and you don't know what's gonna happen after the first verse. The beautiful mystery of the song intrigues you to the point where you become slightly obsessed with it and subsequently put it on repeat on your iPhone.

There are people I've met who I've practically fallen in love with instantly. Not always in terms of romantic love, but just in ways of adoration of their fantastic sense of humour or personality. The first meeting always proves to be exhilarating because their behaviour is so unpredictable. I always wanna be around these people, i.e put them on repeat.

Category 2: Maybes

The songs that you're not too sure of. Sometimes you like them, sometimes you're just not in the mood. You may have heard these songs too many times to the point where there's nothing interesting about them anymore. You skip these songs on your playlist and move on to the Hits.

The fair weather friends that you see too much of but add little to your growth. You could do without seeing them but they always seem to keep coming back to invite you to do mundane things. This category also applies to people that you can't quite figure out. Their incongruent behaviour always throws you off and you'd rather hang out with the people you KNOW you can trust, i.e skip them on your playlist.

Category 3: Flops

The songs that you wish were never made or released. The annoying lyrics that don't make any sense and the musicality or lack of it. The songs you would never buy/download/listen to if given the choice. The songs that make you wanna leave a store when they start playing it.

The people that infuriate you so much that you can't even stand to be in the same room as them. The ones that talk trash but expect to be heard. You feel so annoyed by these parasites that you find ways to avoid them if you see them in public places, i.e they make you wanna leave a store if you see them in it.

Besides these categories, I also believe every person has different volumes in terms of their eccentricities and characteristics. For example, my emotional volume is definitely an 8 but for someone else it may only be a 4 or 5. For me, my anger volume is 5 but for an aggressive person it could well be over 7 or 8.

The important thing to remember is we shouldn't change the levels of other people's volumes. We know how annoying it can be when we see that someone's been tampering with our stereo system and changed all the settings for the bass and treble. We should learn to become an equalizer for ourselves so there's a balance. When a sound system is well balanced, the music coming out of it is perfect and no element is too overpowering or unnoticeable. Instead of attempting to fiddle with other people's volumes, we should adjust our own first.

In the meantime, I'll still be waiting for my No.1 Hit.

I know he's out there somewhere.

Nothing but your T Shirt on

So, I'm back from the Land of the Loud and Hurried i.e Hong Kong. It was a whirlwind holiday that had many perks and a few letdowns but all in all, I enjoyed the experience and I'm glad to be home. I'll blog about what I did in HK at a later date, but for now, I'll leave you with an entertaining list of random, and i do mean RANDOM writings I have seen printed on T Shirts, the ones labelled with the * were the ones I saw in HK itself. Enjoy! (and yes, these are real, I took notes with my iPhone while I was holidaying)

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May I thank you need an attitude adjustment. Knock down drag out. I got to make myself a latitude adjective with on without. [A guy sitting in front of me in my lecture was wearing a shirt that said this, that's why I was able to read the entire thing and take note of it! It distracted me from the task at hand i.e learning. lol]

Your smile make me happy.

[What a difference an 's' makes]

I'd rather be snorting cocaine off a hooker's ass.

[As opposed to? This one threw me off guard because an auntie at the hawker was wearing it.. wonder if she knew what the T shirt actually said : P]

I don't need a T Shirt to tell everyone that I'm gay.

[Doesn't that defeat the purpose? By telling everyone that you don't need the shirt, or is there some kind of subliminal reverse psychology going on?]

I (heart) children

[This one would have been fine if it weren't for the fact that an old man in his 60s was parading it around. Slightly unnerving]

Only onesey believe.

[I'm sorry.. what?]

Anchor points are added to the ends of the new paths.

[This is when I start to develop speechlessness when faced with the sheer absurdity of the mysteries of Random T Shirt Text]

*Go to pair of shoes.

[Should I wait for further instructions once I arrive at my inner sole?]

*Really thinks

[A half-written sentence

*Looking at life in a strange room

[I wonder what that looks like. Life and the strange room]

*All other tee suck

[Thanks for pointing that out]

*Nothing comes of nothing

[hmmm..]

(This one's a classic)

*Do you know way? As you mean to go on so meet me by the pretty.

[Whaa..?]

*Words that do not match, deeds are unimportant.

[In the same way, I struggle to find words to describe these next few ones. I think they stand alone in the field of 'WTF' and 'huh?']

*In the shadowplay Koyo Jeans I was moving through the silence without motion. (???) Destroy and reborn.

*Destroy. The wild ride of making, rebel without a cause.

*Now you see so much better without eyes.

[This one really made my day. I literally lol'd when I saw it]

*Party mouthful tastes. How is the taste?

[The lady wearing this gave me weird looks, probably because she wondered why I was staring at her shirt so intently. I was practically in disbelief that such a shirt existed in this world.]

*Today must fanny good.

[Whaaa..?]

*Oh shit it's not a toy it's murder machine careful your manner

[Without punctuation and did I mention it makes no sense?]

(Another favourite)

*Love, peace and samba dance.

[Cause you can't have the first two without doing the third]

*Mellow bees for the free man.

[I..got nothing : P]

*Let's hug! No conflict!

[Sure thing flower child!]

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This is another list that will undoubtedly expand with time, just like my waist after a hearty supper.

Meet me by the pretty where we can heart children and fanny good, but remember to move through the silence without motion so that we can experience Love, Peace and Samba dance.

Whadya mean I'm talking gibberish? It has been written on the clothing of man, like some sort of code for us to decipher! It has to make sense! Right?

Nothing's Gonna Change My World

Girls just wanna have fun.

And whadya know? I'm a girl. A big, mushy, emotional, easily amused, glamorous, feminine, high-maintenance, dramatic and passionate girl.

So how do I have fun? What steps do I need to take?

A sense of adventure and a taste for excitement. Check.

A schedule that allows for spontaneity. Check.

A financial allowance for the occasional splurge. (sometimes it comes in the form of a) Check.

A group of people to enjoy aforementioned activities with.

Aha! Houston we have a problem.

Truth be told, I have outgrown most of my friends. I have only 5 that I consider to be my closest buddies whom I would do anything for.

But they are moving on with their lives. I seem to be stuck in a moment that I can't get out of.

One is going to the army very soon, and he's probably gonna have little or no free time once he enlists. That's fair enough, I know he's my best guy friend and we'll always have that bond no matter how far or how long we are apart.

The other two are going back to Australia as soon as possible and I'm trying to take a mature standpoint in the entire matter. I know I should be happy that they will be happy too but I can't help but want to go with them.

The fourth one can't go out much because his mum is a little bit too over-protective and it's not her fault, neither is it his. I feel bad that most of the time he's pretty broke and can't really do much except stay home but when we do hang out, it's always uplifting, even if we're just watching The Office at my place.

My best friend is definitely my mum. She accepts me for who I am and she's never afraid to show me some tough love once in a while. I don't know what I'd do without her.

My boy cousins are like brothers to me. But once in a while, I wanna have a girls' night out. I'm tired of being one of the guys, and listening to all the things that girls shouldn't know about.

It's the same as having a guy in a group of girls and telling him about PMS and period cramps and chick flicks and Glee and celebrity crushes and fashion/chocolate/shoes/make-up/hairstyles and the list goes on.

Where is my Carrie, Samantha and Miranda? (I've already established that I'm definitely Charlotte from Sex and the City)

I know that my real life Carrie is my housemate, but she's married and she has her own life. I don't expect her to be my bff because we have different priorities and opinions about things.

My mum is Miranda cause she's a complete workaholic and control freak but I love her because of it.

My best guy friend is probably Samantha because let's face it, he's a bit of a slut sometimes but I don't love him any less because of the choices that he makes.

I think I need to find myself again. I keep losing track of who I am and where I'm going. Do I really need a bff or a bf to get by? Am I really that needy? Maybe so.

But I don't want to be that person. Perhaps when I get over this hurdle I will look back and think 'hey, that wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. I actually had it pretty good.'

Until that day comes, I intend to have some 'me' time and well, just have a little bit of fun along the way. On my own.

Please Don't Leave Me

It's one of those days.

I'm emptier than I've ever been and I don't know where to find solace.

I grasp at every little bit of hope that presents itself to me but still I feel unloved, unwanted and hopeless.

I try to muster the courage to 'just keep swimming' but I don't wanna do it alone.

I wanna be someone's queen.

I'm tired of being the second choice, the third party and the last resort. I deserve to be number 1 to somebody.

I would do anything in the name of Love. All I want is a companion, one who I can be myself with. Someone I don't have to impress all the time. Someone who gets me and accepts me for who I am. I'm done with making excuses and apologizing for certain idiosyncrasies I possess.

I strive to be independent, but sometimes I just don't want to be alone. It's a matter of choice, I don't need anyone to be successful, content and happy. But I really want someone special in my life whom I can share moments, memories and thoughts with.

Your parents will love you unconditionally. They will always be there for you no matter what. You have a few close friends in your life that you know you can trust and you'd jump in front of a bus to save their lives if you had to.

But this world was made for pairs.

My ego claims that I'll be fine on my own, and I know I can be. But why should I settle for solitude?

I've had enough of regretful mornings, desperate days and most of all, lonely nights.

Nobody is perfect. We all have an ugly side.

'Looking for Love in all the wrong places.'

Story of my life.

I know I can overcome this overwhelming feeling of dread and disdain. I fill my days with work, school and other activities but the void within me is still there.

I try so hard.

You're the Sweetest Berry on the Vine

When I try to compare one person to another, it's almost impossible. I deduced that trying to differentiate between Person A and Person B would be like trying to compare an apple to an orange. It just can't be done.

An apple is not 'better' than an orange and vice versa, they're just different. Sometimes you feel like eating an apple, sometimes you fancy an orange. In the same way, sometimes you feel like hanging out with Person A, and other times, you'd rather be with Person B.

Apples prevent various forms of cancer, oranges give you Vitamin C and apparently if you drink a lot of orange juice, your desire for liquor is greatly reduced. Who knew?

In terms of the people in your life, they bring you benefits too, some are sweet, they make you feel happy and special and inevitably will make you want to spend more time with them (i.e you'd eat more apples because you know they taste sweet)

On the other hand, some people may leave you with a sour taste in your mouth. They might tell you things you don't want to hear, or they might create a sinking feeling in your stomach if they hurt you. (i.e a bad fruit would put you off them for a while, until you forget about the bad experience you had with it)

All fruits take time to ripen, and we humans also need so many different elements to grow. The basics are the same in both instances, air, water, sunlight. Once in a while, we may get some shit (fertilizer) thrown our way. What we need to learn is that it might be a stinky situation at that time, but it's only gonna make us become stronger eventually.

There is no fruit that is better than the rest, sometimes you get a rotten one in a bunch, but we should savor the sweetness every other fruit has to offer instead of questioning why one of them went bad.

Find the fruit that suits your tastes and together the both of you could consistently enjoy healthy, sweet fruit salad experiences that are different each time.

Songs that make you go Ooh II

I did warn you, this list would be ever-growing :) I discovered 10 more sexy songs and in the back of my mind, it was always 'omg how could I miss that one?' Enjoy :)

1) Loving you - Paolo Nutini

This singer is just sexy in general. The way he sings, the way he looks. Yum.

2) I Only Have Eyes for You - The Flamingos

One of those old-school tunes that make you wanna move reaaal slow.

3) Pink - Aerosmith

Best line: "I wanna wrap you in rubber". Enough said.

4) Soft - Kings of Leon

The only song I know that has the words 'nipples' in it. Check it out :)

5) Oh - Ciara & Ludacris

Background beat is awesomely sexy.

6) Fever for the Flava - Hot Action Cop

Cheeky lyrics with a catchy tune and a fantastic music video, I wish this band had more hits :)

7) Spanish Guitar - Toni Braxton

This is more sensual and sincere than the other cheeky ones.

8) Bad Touch - Bloodhound Gang

Best line: "Put your hands down my pants and I bet you'll feel nuts." Enough said.

9) Toxic - Britney Spears

It's that old-school rockabilly-style guitar riff that does it.

10) Unbelievable - EMF

Great song and for some reason just has a sexy vibe. :)

Spare a little candle, save some light for me

"These dreams go on when I close my eyes, every second of the night, I live another life." - Heart

I love band names that are simple yet so effective. The leader must've thought, 'i like Hearts. Oh my god hey why don't we call ourselves that? But if we make it plural, people may compare us to the popular card game, so let's keep it singular!'

I heart Hearts, not the game, the universal symbol for love; i.e the Love Heart. I have quite an obsession with it actually. I have copious amounts of heart-shaped paraphernalia in my room. Like Dave Barry said, there's a fine line between 'hobby' and 'mental illness'. Hopefully in my case, it's not the latter, yet.

Two nights ago I had 3 really really random dreams, each one weirder than the last. I wish there was some way I could interpret them but I can't seem to make head or tail out of any of them!

Dream 1:

Scenario:

I was resting in my room half-asleep and I could hear people talking. It was close to sunrise and I looked around my room sleepily to try and find the source. I noticed there was a tiny light coming from the shelf where I keep all my stuffed toys. All I could hear was "I really killed him, he's gone. I can't undo it, she will never forgive me or play with me again."

I sat up in my bed (in the dream) and noticed it was my toy hedgehog talking. I picked him up and spoke to him. "Who did you kill? Tell me!" The previously motionless toy suddenly sprang to life, "Your father. I killed your father. He's in the tank in the basement."

At this point I dropped the hedgehog and ran down an insanely long flight of stairs, which led to a crazy-ass basement with machines and switches and test tubes and wires (think Dexter's Laboratory). I then saw my dead father floating in a tank full of water with wires around him. This is when I woke up.

Conclusion: This was a terrible nightmare for me. I woke up really upset and frightened. I'm guessing that my sub-conscious was trying to tell me to treasure my daddy more.

Morals of the Story:

1) Do not keep toy hedgehogs. They will kill your father.

2) Make sure you know what's going on in your basement at all times.

Dream 2:

Scenario:

I was walking in a park at night with a few friends of mine and it was extremely creepy. There seemed to be some kind of festival going on and I could hear many sounds but the lights were too dim to see anyone or anything around me. I continued walking and my friends and I came across a bunch of big Australian guys (one of them looked like an ex-boyfriend of mine). They looked like rugby players who could kill you with a thought.

The most freaky-deaky thing? All of them weren't wearing any pants.... or underwear for that matter. I used my hand to avert my eyes (which I probably would have done in real life) and one of them yelled in a really thick Aussie accent "Oi why is she looking away aye? Is she scared or wot?" I walked faster and eventually started running.

I claimed that they were too big to outrun us (no pun intended). Suddenly my friends and I came across a huge fence that was all chained up. Something was trying to break through from the other side. To our dismay, the fence came crashing down and who do we see on the other side? The Pants-less gang of thugs! This is when I woke up.

Conclusion: This one was pretty traumatizing too. Perhaps my sub-conscious mind is trying to put me off the thought of anything sexual.

Moral of the Story:

Always, and I repeat, Always, run like a mofo when you are chased by half-naked men.

Dream 3:

Scenario:

I was singing at a popular club with my housemate and we were totally getting the crowd pumped! We had sing-offs and people were dancing, the energy was fantastic! From out of nowhere, an acquaintance of mine comes up to me and asks if she can sing a few songs. (in real life I don't exactly adore said person so I probably would have been hesitant to allow this)

I discuss it with my housemate and she reluctantly agrees to give her a chance. Without warning, Acquaintance grabs the microphone and starts singing like a songbird, she's so good that she's making us look bad. I look at my housemate and mumble something along the lines of 'oh shit, I think we just lost our job.' Acquaintance gets the whole club dancing and Housemate and I are shunned to the back of the dance floor. We try to get back on stage but people start booing and jeering. This is when I woke up.

Conclusion: Perhaps my sub-conscious mind is encouraging me to be braver when it comes to performing on stage. It wasn't as nerve-wracking as the other two dreams but it affected me nonetheless.

Moral of the Story:

Never, under any circumstances, agree to let someone else sing during your set if you've never heard them sing before.

Well, after those 3 shocking chimeras, I'm intrigued/terrified of what Mr Sandman will bring me tonight. Hopefully more thoughts of rainbows, chocolate fountains and my prince, and less of murderous hedgehogs and rugby players wearing only a smile.

Songs that make you go Ooh

This is another one of those lists that will probably be never-ending. I thought I'd start off with 20 this time around. The topic? Sexy songs...

There are some tunes that just make you blush when you hear them and these are the 20 that do it for me.

1) Let's get it On - Marvin Gaye

Gotta top the list with Marvin, he is the epitome of Sexual Chocolate.

2) Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

Something about the guitars and the way he goes 'oooh you set my soul alight' that's pretty hot.

3) My Aphrodisiac is You - Katie Melua

A cute little number that's quite addictive, and it's so informative about the various aphrodisiacs the world has to offer.

4) Pretty Girl - Jon B

For years I loved this song and only recently I found out it was about sex. I listened to it for the first time when I was 13!

5) Pour Some Sugar on Me - Def Leppard

The actual process of that probably won't be as sexy as it sounds in the song but hmm, in the name of love? Perhaps.

6) Gravity + Your Body is a Wonderland - John Mayer

I just couldn't decide between the two, can you blame me?

7) Fortunate Fool - Jack Johnson

I wish someone would sing this about me, yes I'd be quite happy to be called a fool, only during the course of this song.

8) Sweetest Berry - Wayne Brady

This one makes you hungry in more ways than one ;)

9) Bed of Roses - Bon Jovi

A bed. Roses. Bon Jovi. Triple yum.

10) Oh Darling - The Beatles

Can't really explain this one, the general tone of the song is quite needy, but somehow it has a sexy vibe.

11) The Way you make me feel - Michael Jackson

Gotta have MJ somewhere on the list.

12) Turn me On - Norah Jones

This one makes you wanna light up those candles and eat those chocolate-covered strawberries.

13) Freak Me - Silk

The lyrics are pretty comical but still pretty sexy nonetheless. It was featured in Ali G Indahouse and I've liked it ever since.

14) I'll Make Love to You - Boyz II Men

All through the night? I dare you.

15) Let's Make Love - Deepside

Only down side of this one (or deepside should I say) is that it features Grade A Douchebag R Kelly. Good song though.

16) Bad Case of Loving You - Robert Palmer

Makes you feel all 80's sexy.

17) I Touch Myself - The Divinyls

Need I say more?

18) Breathe - Prodigy / Exceeder - Mason

Again, couldn't decide between two great ones :)

19) Horny as a Dandy - Mousse T vs The Dandy Warhols

Such a great, hybrid, happy mix

20) Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen

Nobody puts Baby in a corner.

This list will probably be edited/expanded many times. :)

Pet Peeves

Okay, so I like making lists. Good lists, bad lists, random lists that don't really need to be made. This one is ever-growing. And no, I'm not constantly looking out for things that annoy me, it just comes to mind more often than not.

Wiki claims that a pet peeve is a minor annoyance that an individual identifies as particularly annoying to them, to a greater degree than others may find it. So here goes:

1) People who yawn without covering their mouth

2) People who drag their slippers while walking

3) I can't look at people licking the corners of their mouth after they eat (this one's more irksome than annoying)

4) People who walk into you because they're looking at something behind them but they continue to walk forward

5) Personal space invaders

6) Rubbing your fingernail against a piece of paper because your eraser's become too small (brr gives me bad goosebumps)

7) Hearing someone try to scratch their body through a long-sleeved polyester shirt (my old boss used to do it all the time)

8) Guys who think it's okay to grind you from behind, while in a club, before talking to you or even making eye contact first

9) People who ask for your number/exchange numbers with you but have no intentions of calling/meeting you ever again

10) People that press the button for the lift more than once (it's not gonna make the lift come any faster!!)

I think 10 is a pretty healthy number but I'm sure there will be more to come. :)

Nicholas Sparks started the Fire

What is it with chick flicks? I honestly don't get them anymore. I mean sure, I'll watch them but after it's over I'm always left with the same thought. Why the hell did I pay money/spend two hours to watch something that I knew would make me cry?

Don't real life situations do that enough? Why do we need to seek out more reasons to make us feel sorry for ourselves and/or use up all the tissues in the house?

Offender in question: Nicholas Sparks. Known to write many a tearjerker, most of which have become major motion pictures.

Analysis: Mr Sparks was either never loved as a child, or he wrote most of his stories while he was in very tumultuous relationships. I mean, come on.

Think of the song from the Wedding Singer, 'Somebody Kill Me.' Remember how he wrote half that song while he was with Linda and the other half after they broke up?

I think Sparks starts his stories while he's madly in love, and creates wonderfully perfect situations that give his audience hope, love and faith. We feel all warm and fuzzy when the story begins. Then somewhere along the way, tragedy strikes. And tragedy ALWAYS strikes.

Someone either dies, or leaves, or just doesn't love you back the way you want them to. I think that's when Sparks breaks up with his girlfriend in real life and he gets bitter and angry. So he decides to kill off the character that initially won the hearts of so many hopeful readers/viewers. It's such an anti-climax.

Imagine this scenario, your mum gives you a new toy. It's the best toy in the world and every time you play with it, nothing else matters and no other toy can ever compare. One day, you wake up to play with your favorite toy, it's what you've been doing for the last 6 months, it's your best friend, your security blanket, your comfort zone.

To your shock and horror, you realize the toy is gone. You can't find it anywhere, you ransack your entire room but to no avail. You ask your mum where it is and she stares at you blankly, "What toy? I don't remember giving you a toy," she says, making you feel like an idiot. You try to convince her that you had it for the last 6 months, you even describe it to her but she continues to look puzzled and claims she still doesn't know what you're talking about.

This is when you start to question yourself. You begin to wonder if the toy really existed at all in the first place. Was it really all your imagination? After countless hours of debating this in your mind, you deduce that maybe you never had the toy at all and it had been just a dream.

THAT'S what Nicholas Sparks does to you when you watch one of his god-forsaken, so-called 'romantic' movies. At first, you get all googly-eyed and there are so many 'aww' moments that give you a sense of hope that true love really exists. Don't get me wrong, I'm a strong believer in true love, but not the kind they show in movies.

In this case, you're left in tears and heartbroken because like I said before, someone either dies, leaves or doesn't love you back. Is that really what we should expect in real life? Cause that would suck I tell ya.

I mean sure, we can't go on believing that life is going to be a fairy tale either but my gosh, the sheer morbid thought of love ending with a tragedy is just, well, tragic!

I for one, am going to pledge against chick flicks for the time being because people like Nicholas Sparks are just adding fuel to the fire that resonates deep within all hopeless romantics. The fire that goes with the saying, "If you play with matches, you will get burned."

My thoughts are, if you read/watch Sparks, your warm, fuzzy feelings will go up in flames. And not in a good way.

Burn After Reading, oops you can't!

I've concluded that this blog is going to be a substitute for a psychiatrist. After all, what do they really do except tell you things you already know? I believe this expression of my thoughts and feelings will not only help me understand myself better, but it will also serve as a keepsake for years to come.

The beauty of this entire soliloquy is that I am saving paper by writing all of this online, and the other thing is, (this could work both ways) it will last forever. I mean, yeah I could just click 'delete blog' but that would just be a copout wouldn't it? Who knows.

My lecturer mentioned something interesting today, he claimed he would rather be a 'living coward' than a 'dead hero'. Really? I'd always thought most of us would instinctively want to leave a legacy behind as opposed to cowering in the face of adversity.

It saddens me how selfish our society is. Not just selfish, but arrogant, cold, almost robotic.

I am confident enough to say that I am a considerate human being, who gives way to my fellow man. I hold lift doors open, give up my seat when I have to, it's really not that difficult to show respect and have an awareness of the people around you.

I wish I could say the same for my fellow citizens. This is not a generalization whatsoever, I am sure there are many caring, wonderful people in our fine country. The sole purpose of pointing out this observation is to question the selfish, impatient and ignorant members of our society.

Why do you seem miserable/angry/brazen/rude?

We live in such a lovely place. One that is safe, clean, efficient and beautiful.

Let's examine a case study of my unabashed accusations. This is a story of Frank, our protagonist, who will exemplify the shocking behaviour of an inconsiderate citizen, just for argument's sake.

Frank takes the MRT everywhere. He doesn't like waiting so he stands right in front of the MRT door, ensuring that he's going to be the first one that gets on. When the MRT stops, his nose is literally 2 inches from the door. He absolutely cannot miss his train. It does not matter to him that 10 people are waiting to alight on the other side of those doors, one of whom is an old lady carrying many shopping bags.

Frank pushes past the crowd of people who are getting off the train and makes a beeline for the special 'reserved seats'. The alighting passengers make 'tsk-tsk' noises and shake their heads at him disapprovingly. He doesn't seem to notice a pregnant lady board the train at the next stop.

Instead of giving his seat to 'someone who needs it more', Frank pretends to be asleep. He continues this charade until it is his stop. Frank doesn't really like walking behind people on escalators or stairs so he takes the lift down. He fails to see a mother and 2 of her young children calling out to him to hold the lift door open. Oblivious to their angry glares, he presses the little 'close door' button and continues on his way.

Now, looking at the 3 different instances where Frank has been completely ignorant and inconsiderate, it's quite plain to see that something's wrong with the picture. Quite Frankly, it's difficult to educate someone on what they should already know just as plain and simple as knowing that you have to look before you cross a busy road, or that you have to pay for a meal when you eat at a restaurant.

I've concluded that you obviously can't change people and situations so the only alternative for me at this point is to move to a country where the citizens don't infuriate me. "There are assholes everywhere in the world, you can't escape them," you might say.

True that, but I stayed in Perth for 3 years, and not once did I encounter a situation that caused the distaste I have for the impudence here.

Even today, a simple shopping trip proved to be so challenging and blood-boiling. It suddenly dawned on me that

a) Chivalry is dead and gone

b) I still seem to be invisible even when I'm carrying 4 large, heavy bags full of groceries and

c) Some people just have NO concept of personal space and proceed to walk straight into you instead of around you

I also developed a temporary dislike for NS men. Usually, I commiserate with them having to serve the country for 2 years of their life and I feel sorry that they have to make painful sacrifices during this time, like having less time with their girlfriends, families, bands, sports etc.

But sometimes, tonight in particular, they really irritate me. To my very core. Okay, I get it, you're a tough army man, you work out tons and you've got a lovely tan. But do you really have to be such an Alpha Male, and take up the entire covered walkway with your overdosed testosterone levels of machismo?

I have to squeeze my way past you with my bags while you walk nonchalantly and take up more room than you should. And this is not just one or two, this is an entire troop of you morons. I know you're tired after a whole week in camp and you can't wait to go home and do whatever it is you do when you have free time. But come on, meet me halfway here. A few of you even hit me on the shoulder as I tried to avoid your bulky soldier bodies.

Another bone I have to pick with you army boys. You get verbally abused while you're in camp. You're bullied, made fun of, pushed to your physical, mental and emotional limits. The army claims to make a man out of you. And yet, after all this, you seem to

a) have to depend on your parents to pick you up when you book out and

b) have little or no tolerance for a little bit of rain, judging from the way you avoid it like the plague.

Come on boys, it's rain for God's sake, not hailstones! I'll forgive you for reason (a).

Simply because I know mothers miss their sons and want to see them sooner so that's why they come and get you from the station.

But I just can't understand (b). ! It's not a hurricane, not even a thunderstorm. You're practically dressed for this kind of weather and yet you seem to prance around like little girls when a raindrop hits your forehead. Be a man, pretty please.

Well I've had my rant. I feel much better now having gotten all that off my chest. I'm not a hater. I suppose I am very opinionated and it is never my intention to offend or be condescending. It might just be me PMS-ing half the time. But sometimes, just sometimes, I might just have a point.

Short Attention Span

I'm supposed to be attentive in class at the moment, but my mind wanders.

My right ear is blocked and it's shockingly frustrating. I sympathise with people who have hearing problems.

I wish I could put my thoughts and feelings into boxes with different labels and deal with them on that basis, not all at once. It all seems too overwhelming when I look at the big picture.

My head is pounding and my face has had a perpetual frown all day long.

I try so very hard to stay optimistic, positive, energetic, independent, content and motivated. It's harder than it looks.

That's what she said..

I wonder who controls my Sim. Why does he not fulfill my wants and needs? Why does he let me go hungry and without proper rest? Why does he allow me to live a mundane life with no promise of excitement, intrigue, suspense, joy or bliss?

Wait a minute.. I'm not a Sim. I'm only human. Shouldn't I be asking myself these questions instead of claiming that someone else is responsible for my happiness and sanity?

Shouldn't I be answering these questions and overcoming all obstacles and hardships with the strength inside of me? It's harder than it looks.

I create what I think is a healthy routine, but it inevitably reaches rock-bottom every time. I have days where my euphoria is absolute. Nothing can upset me on those days, I become a little kid again, without fear, agenda or expectations.

The sheer innocence I possess on those days makes me feel as if I'm on a 'happy pill', on a high that can't seem to be justified or explained.

How do I hold on to that?

So that I can get through the dark days I also experience?

Days when I feel utterly alone, abandoned and without hope. Days when I wake up and I am completely empty. Days that are completely driven by my wayward emotions. I cry at the drop of a hat, but ten minutes later I am laughing till my sides hurt. I get angry at situations and people that I cannot change, but ten minutes later I wonder why no one wants to be around me.

I've concluded that I am slightly neurotic but I know that my heart is in the right place.
On my sleeve.

I am not the kind of person that feels something but doesn't express it. I don't know how else to be. I've spent too much of my life trying to please other people, grasping for acceptance, approval and being understood.

Each moment is fleeting and I wish to savour every single one.

The only person I really need to gain understanding and acceptance from, is myself.
I like me. In fact, I love me and I want me to be happy.
Isn't that what everyone strives for?

Life is too short to be miserable. Seriously. But having said that, we can't be ecstatic ALL the time. We also need to embrace imperfections and go through the motions that don't always go our way. I personally have to emote each feeling I get when I'm getting them.

Certain people may not be able to relate or understand this about me. I would rather be an emotional neurotic than try to pretend I'm something or somebody else. I have a handful of people who get me, and that's truly all I need. Those few souls love and accept me for who I am. I thrive on this notion and it is the sole reason that I am still sane.

Hello World!!

I would like to make a difference in the world. Be an exemplary citizen of the universe. Live every day like it's my last. :)