GINA'S PORN (opps... PROM) NIGHT

(This is my irritatingly cute sister)

And it's her por.... PROM night (... I have absolutely no idea why I keep typing PORN).

She is FINALLY 16years old... and I can FINALLY bring her to go watch NC-16 movies.

Gina actually bought an outfit for her graduation night... but wat I don't understand is... ... WHY IN THE WORLD DID YOU GET A DAMN TOP THAT GIVES YOU SO MUCH PROBLEM?!?!?!?!

First... this stupid, heavy decorative thingy dropped out...











... ... and I had to sew it back for her... (and I never in my life... sewed anything before). But see? I did a pretty good job... ... at least I found matching brown threads for the top...


:-D


Secondly, the top bares the back... and it shows her bra strap... BECUZ it's too loose... BECUZ she's thin.... BECUZ the top is meant for GROWN-UPS...














.... but being the genius that I am, I actually sewed (with the matching brown thread again) the back of the top... ONTO her bra. So no matter how she twist and turn and jump and stretch, her bra will NEVER spill out for the world to see... ... ...

I'm so darn impressed with myself... what will Gina do without me? How will the world be like, when I'm not around? How can anybody enjoy themselves without me?!?! WHO WILL SAVE THE WORLD IF I'M NOT AROUND?!?!?!?!!?! I'm a GODDAMN FREAKIN GENIUS!!!



<=== HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAYYYYYY!!!

(I swear I do not look so evil, but somehow my photoshop made me look damn eeevil... it's like... I am the next new villian - Wonder Evil !!!)




To give credit to the real Wonder Woman... and to all those Wonder Woman fans... ... here she is... ...
















P.S - I still think Wonder Evil looks better.

GYM REGULARS

Went to the gym with John today. It was super low-morale day.

Firstly, I haven't been to the gym in 1.5 weeks.
Secondly, those weights seem heavier than they used to.
Thirdly, I was feeling ugly that day... (could be becuz of my newly-cut hair).

Anywayz, we went to the gym and there are always a few of the regulars there. John and me already have nicknames for them... and sometimes, we will just gossip about them like little girls...




The Hulk









A very very TALL, HUGE, BIG-SIZED, MUSCULAR old guy... probably in his 40s. He has a clean-shaven head... with moustache that looks like Genie (not Fiona Xie who starred in My Genie... but the orginal Aladdin Genie). I actually manage to find a picture that LOOKS just like him!!!! ahahhahahaha... I did a little Photoshop editing... and oh my god... the resemblance is so similar!!!




The Nerd












Dun see him nerdy nerdy, ok?!?! He works out seriously! And no, that's not the actual Nerd. I just found a really nerdy picture of a guy and I put it up here... so that you will get to see exactly how nerdy that guy looks... EXACTLY THE SAME FEELING THAT YOU GET WHEN YOU SEE THE ACTUAL PERSON!!! (Jeanie, you're very bad... and you're going to Hell)




The Dynamic Duo














These 2 malay guys are ALWAYS at the gym! And they look like wrestlers... or bodybuilders... they run, they pump iron, they lift weights... and practically everything. And yes, they look gay while working out! Hahahahhahaa...




The Woman with Open Legs












It's not that she opens her legs... but somehow, there is a big gap in between her legs... from the you-know-where to the knees to the ankles. It's like in between her legs... there is an 'O'-shape. So... yeah... it's kind of distracting to see her do the Stair-Climbing machine. And it's a bone problem... called... Bow Legs. It's when you stand and put your feet together, but the knees can't touch each other. Some are worse than others... and the surprising fact is that most of us actually have Bow Legs too (actually statistics say 90% of the human population)... ... like me myself... it's very slight, but I still have it. Ok... so there you have it... some human biology knowledge at palliativedrug.blogspot.com, so everybody learns something new and fascinating everyday.




Freaky Phat (Fat) Man





















This is a very very scary guy. He's fat... he's pale... he's soft. And he has small beady eyes with fleshy nose and lips (really looks like pig, sia). But he thinks that he's sooooooooooo sexy. From my 1st visit to the gym, he has been stalking me (with his eyes)... (-_-") ...
Hey hey... I'm not being thick-skinned, ok?!?! Even John realizes that he's always walking around me in circles... YES... CIRCLES! HOW FREAKY IS THAT?!?!?!?! When I'm working out at a machine, he'll walk on my left... and slowly... circles around me... to my right.... and then the circles to my left again... and then looks at me... then stops beside me and looks like he's trying to get my attention... and then when John stands closer to me, Freaky Phat Man walks away... (O_O) !!! OMG.... FWEAK!!!


Ok ok... I shall update you on more freaks at the gym in the near future...

Like I said... not that I'm PERFECT... I know those ppl at the gym have a nickname for me too... but... I just dun feel like dissing myself in this blog episode... maybe the next one... ahhahahahhaha... :p

NICE WEBSITE FOUND - PHOBIA LIST

Do you know that we have a list of phobias??? Some are just plain riduculous... and some are just FUNNY!!!

If you want take a look at the website... here it is...


http://www.phobialist.com/


As I read on, I found some of my own fears...


MY FEARS:

Atelophobia- Fear of imperfection.... As I always strive to be the best that I can be... I can't take it when people tell me that my temper is bad or tat my fingernails are ugly (becuz I chew on them) or... that I have physical imperfection... which leads to....

Cacophobia- Fear of ugliness. Ok... admit it... who is NOT afraid of being ugly?!?!?!

And then, I feel that the worse fear of mine is... Athazagoraphobia- Fear of being forgotton or ignored or forgetting.

I also seriously how can a HUMAN BEING have Ablutophobia- Fear of washing or bathing..
It's like.... GROSS... and maybe it's becuz of people who don't take showers... that made me Autodysomophobia- Fear of one that has a vile odor.... and Bromidrosiphobia or Bromidrophobia- Fear of body smells. Yes... I'm very sensitive to smells... I dun know why... but everytime I smell something bad, I will feel like fainting... IT'S TRUE! I really will feel like fainting!!!

I know I'm not THAT ugly... and I'm not gorgeous either. There are days where I wake up, and I feel exceptionally ugly... like when I'm having my period... or having PMS... or maybe one of my low self-esteem days... and then, I'll start to develop Eisoptrophobia- Fear of mirrors or of seeing oneself in a mirror... becuz everytime I look into the mirror, I will just see how GODDAMN disfigured I am!!!

For those who plays Gunbound with me... my User Name is actually PhiloPhobic. And if you're wondering what it means.... well... it's Philophobia- Fear of falling in love or being in love.

Hahahahhahaa... I also found that there are people who are Chirophobia- Fear of hands. (which I am TOTALLY the opposite... cuz I just SIMPLY LOVE HANDS!!! I just have this fetish for hands... I like to look at them... and I get so turned on by them... ok... I'm weird)...

And then there's Chorophobia- Fear of dancing... which I really don't understand... is there SUCH A PHOBIA?!?!?! Fear of DANCING?!?!?! It's really strange... that some people will actually be afraid of such a wonderful thing. For me, I dance everywhere... I'll listen to my mp3... and I dance in the shower... dance in the lift... I dance at home... I dance in the music store... and I dance and sing... hahahaha... sing terribly... oh well... it's fun for me.

OH OH... you know what else is FUNNY?!?!?!?! Omg... I have found a LIST of RIDICULOUS fears!!!!

LIST OF RIDICULOUS FEARS

Anablephobia- Fear of looking up.... hahahahhaa... LOOKING UP!??!?! What is so scary about LOOKING UP?!?! The sky is falling?!?!

Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.... ... for the love of all mother nature, if peanut butter gets stuck to the roof of your mouth... just eat it! Just lick it off! I dunno... just DO SOMETHING! It's not like peanut butter is PERMANENTLY stuck there, right?!?!?!!?! And even if it's permanent, what's so bad about peanut butter?? Not as if it's something gross... like... shit... or something.

And how the hell can anybody be Chrometophobia or Chrematophobia- Fear of money... or Plutophobia- Fear of wealth????? Don't tell me you want to eat bread everyday?? Or you want to sleep on the road??? Or you want to wear clothes that has holes in them... or laze around at home and don't work (becuz work = earn money)?? Sigh... I just don't get this.

I also don't understand people who has Levophobia- Fear of things to the left side of the body... or Dextrophobia- Fear of objects at the right side of the body.... it's going to be super inconvenient for them...

And I seriously believe that people who has the following fears... are just going to be gay...
Eurotophobia- Fear of female genitalia.
Gynephobia or Gynophobia- Fear of women.
Heterophobia- Fear of the opposite sex. (Sexophobia)

Then... there are also the sad things in life... that it's true that some people are Hypengyophobia or Hypegiaphobia- Fear of responsibility.... sigh... maybe there IS such a fear... no wonder there are so many unhappy things in the world today...

But... I hate to end my blog in such a sad note. So... I'm just going to give you the last phobia I found that it is really very interesting... and it's really my FAVOURITE... it's to let you guys know that... doctors and intelligent people are also humourous people... and they can be very very evil as well... becuz they came up with this fear (pls see below):
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words... AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA... the IRONY of it!!! Don't you think that doctors are evil?!?!?! It's like... Fear of Lonnnnnnnng words... and the name of the fear is SOOOOOOOOOOOO LONG!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!

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Doctor: So... what is the problem here?

Patient: I... I... have a fear of long words.

Doctor: ... ohhhhhhhhh... you have Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia...

Patient: ... I... I... I have wat?!?! Hippo... Hip... Hah... hahh... hah.... a... AARGGGHHHHHH!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! *SCREAMS*!!! *hides in one corner of the room*..

Doctor: ... *still very calm*... wat's wrong? You only have Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia wat... nothing to scream about...

Patient: ... Hippop... p... t... m... NOOOOO NOOOO NOOOOOO!!! ARRRRRRRRR!!! PLEASEEEE!!! NO MORE!!!!

Doctor: ... It's Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia... say it with me... Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia... it means... The Fear of LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG words....

Patient: .... I... I... I can't.... breathe.... I... I... *dies from fear*...

Doctor: ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .... NURSE! NEXT PLEASE!

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Life Lesson #1

I argued with my dad tonight. Wat a night.

But it made me realized something about myself too.

I should grow up.

I will no longer be dependant on my father... my mother... and nobody else.

... perhaps all my life I've been depending on ppl.

Depend on mummy to look after the house.
Depend on daddy to support the family.
Depend on siblings for everlasting love.
Depend on John & Melson for emotional support.
Depend on bf to take care of me & make me happy.

... it will be.... NO MORE.

No more wanting ppl to look after me. No more trusting that ppl will willingly stay by my side.

I will not be clingy to another person anymore. I will make myself happy.

I will live my own life.

Parents will say nasty things.
Siblings will have their own lives in the future.
Same for John and Mel... they will be busy... and not always around.
Bf will leave you eventually... or maybe... get sick of taking care of you.

Just think about it.... .... nobody will be around all day long... and all night long.

I have to get used to this. I can't be a Koala Bear and 'hug on' to someone all the time.

No wonder.... .... .... .... my ex-bf... ... ... gave me a nickname... he called me... ... ... ... ... ok nevermind... hahahaha... no point thinking about that already... already in the past. But at first, I thought that nickname was cute... now I come to think about it... NO WONDER HE CALLED ME... (THAT NICKNAME).... ... ok nevermind... hahahahhaa... but I still appreciate how well he has taken care of me (in some ways... at least he sayang me in tat way... i dunno). You said you love me, but still you leave.

And for tonight... I will learn Life Lesson #1.

Always be strong and independant. Nobody will let you depend on them forever... not even your parents. You can make ppl happy, but don't expect ppl to make you happy. So you have make yourself happy.

FUGLY CHILDREN & PSYCHO KILLERS

Sometimes, I really wonder... wat am I doing with my life, huh??

Already 26, ok?!?!

And I hate daddy for always thinking that I'm 27. Stop it, daddy... and stop LAUGHING at how childish I am, ok?! Hey hey~~~ just becuz I like to play and laugh, doesn't mean that I'm childish, ok.... ... I CAN BE MATURED IF I WANT TO (but dun wan lehhhh... I choose not to).

Yes, I was a late bloomer... in terms of chest size and intellectual-wise. It was only 13yrs old when I remotely look like I have boobies (and I see my other female friends grew boobies at 10yrs old... do you KNOW how much difference tat is?!?! 3 YEARS, ok?!)...

... and it was only at 18yrs old, when I became slightly smarter.

... and not only that... I feel that my parents really know how to produce fugly children and psycho killers.











Me :-
Thin. Crooked Teeth. Hairy. Bug-eyed.
Likes piercings. Likes cutting up flesh to see how much it bleeds. Cheerful and nice, yet quick-tempered and aggressive.











Alvin (my brother. You can see his cute pout in one of my previous post) :-
Big Nose. Hairless (and THAT'S just NOT RIGHT for guys... and not fair to us girls too). Crooked Teeth. Was borned with a deformed ****, but was quickly altered at a very young age... hahahahahaha... opps... :-X
Likes being smelly and dirty. Plays with yucky bugs (lizards). Silent on the outside, evil on the inside.... muwahhahahahaha.












Gina (my sister. The irritatingly cute little alien) :-
Thin. Crooked Teeth. Hairy. Bug-eyed... hey! Looks like me hor... ...
Super spoilt brat. Happy on the outside, Depressed on the inside. Scared of pain... but likes to kill (crabs, 8 hamsters)... *shudders*... the ultimate evil being...


But still, we all get along... and we love each other very very much... and if you even TRY and bully one of us.... ... THINK TWICE!



Why is the Lau Family borned like this?!?!


For this... I blame....



<---- ... THEM. Dun see them innocent innocent looking.... they can really produce farked up children!!!









When all my other friends started working at 21yrs old, I was still studying... due to... slow intellectual growth. Then I only got my 1st real job only at 24yrs old.... and again... I dunno why... it's 3 years difference again!


My first job was in Golden Village. I love that place... and I love that job. It was so hectic... so busy... and just so FUN. I love the staff at GV Yishun... they made it happen for me. I think I was a farm animal in my previous life... probably a cow... cuz I like work when work makes me feel stressed out and tortured. Hey hey... cows are also stressed out and tortured, ok?! Can you imagine the amount of milk they have to produce everyday for farmers to squeeze out?

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Cow (thinking): I wonder if I have enuff milk today... oh my god... wat if I only squirt a little milk? Will Mr Farmer think that I'm useless and eventually, drag me to the slaughter house to sell my piece of meat?! ... *stressed out*...

Cow (bearing in pain as Farmer works on those long, juicy nipples): ... dear god... please let my nipples heal by tomorrow... I can't take all this pulling and tugging and squeezing anymore...

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But too bad... like the saying goes, "Good things don't last forever"... (not that I like to have my nipples sore and swollen everyday)...

I had to leave GV. And my second job is at Ideal Bathroom. It's a small company, but it is a comfortable place to work in... not many people. Although there is this one coffeeshop that sells prison food.... YES.... PRISON FOOD.... bleah.... it's cheap and they give you A LOT of food, but... the taste is just... poor... bland... tasteless... gross...

I hope my future kids (if I ever have any) will not be like me. I hope that they don't inherit my lack of chest size (yes, this applies to daughters AND SONS... becuz men always look better with a rock hard chest)... and slow intellectual growth.

I think I shall just marry the OPPOSITE of me... becuz + and - will = Normal, right??

Since I'm thin, crooked teeth, hairy and bug-eyed.... I should marry fat, straight teeth, hairless and... ... errrr... (i dunno what's the opposite of bug-eyed... ... ... gub-eyed?? hahahahahaha... wat the hell is that, mannnn).

And then, my children will be normal. Hopefully something like this:




<--- oh god... isn't she just.... ADORABLE?!?! I call her Baby Chio Bu... *muackz*!

















And most importantly, they got to have Wit, Charm & Sex Appeal... yes... I'll say it again... WIT, CHARM & SEX APPEAL. Even if they look physically terrible, at least they still got a personality... and THAT'S all it takes to survive.


For example:


















And also....
























And lastly,




<--- The grumpy looking man... with bad attitude. But don't you just want to lick him?!?! Something about him just oozes with SEX APPEAL.... *faints*...











Ok ok... that's enough for this blog.... such a long and meaningless blog...

... hahahahhahahaha... ok ok... I'm BORED.

WHAT TURNS YOU ON??

I think the way the person carries himself will be attractive - strong, confident but yet, playful.

Then, I get attracted to hands. YES... hands.... .... ... wat?! Cannot, is it?!?! I like to watch the way hands work... like moving... and touching things... and fixing things... holding things...

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Ok, so FINE... i'm not like YOU people who likes good-looking people... muscle men... butts... chest... shoulders... legs... blah blah blah...

But when people ask me... wat kind of man I want to be with for the rest of my life... I can't really answer this. And I think I will never find a proper answer for this.

However, my dear friend Ms Pinky actually said to me in MSN, "a real man in his soul, heart and courage".

And I thought about this for a long long time... and I totally agree.

That should be the answer.

We girls all need a real man... to be matured in his thinking... to have a stable and settled heart... to have the strength and responsiblity to take care of his family... to be the support when things go wrong... to be able to hold life together for you... somebody who doesn't give up...

I guess that's what turns me on the most.

... A real man in his soul, heart and courage...