Today I woke up as usual, brushed my teeth, bathed, drank some water and looked into the mirror for the hundreth time till I'm satistied before going out of the house and get to work. While I drove to work I kept stealing glances of myself in the mirror, picking out some stray hair (my hair is quite messy), adjusting my sunglasses and cursing the driver at the back for driving so near my car. Then when I reached the office, I walked to the cafeteria, took my breakfast and then went to the toilet and looked into the mirror again.

Mirrors have always fascinated me because you see what you get. Whenever I need to stop dreaming that I'll marry a handsome prince with tonnes of cash, I look into the mirror. Whenever I had a bad day and cried my eyes out, I look into the mirror. The mirror will tell me that no prince will fall in love with a face like that. Reality check. The mirror will also tell me that no matter what happens, no matter how sad it is, I should be glad that I am still alive and that things will be alright after awhile, just like how my swollen eyes would have gone back to normal after a few days of crying. Mirrors give us the opportunity to look at ourselves the way others would see us, at least on the outside.

I looked into the mirror again just now. I just got retrenched. For awhile I didn't know how to react nor who to turn to, so I turned to myself. I went to the toilet and looked into the mirror. I saw a pair of sad looking eyes looking back at me. I saw anger, frustration and confusion. But somehow, I saw hope too.

While having tea break in the office a few days back, my colleagues and I talked about looking at girls and 'appreciating' their beauty. One of them asked a male colleague if he looks at the girl he has a crush on long enough to tell her breast size in case he needed to buy her undergarments. He immediately replied, saying he is a gentlemen who will never look at girls in such a horny manner. He kept defending his views that girls are to be respected and not objects for men's mere sexual gratification, which I agreed to that point. But he continued with a barrage of answers, implying that we are not normal, like we are some souless scumbag or something. We were stunned by his reaction because it was just a simple yes/no question. Instead we were given a long lecture by Mr.Holy on how to respect women (by the way, I am a girl) and were made to feel ashamed of our stupid question.

Things went out of hand and finally we couldn't take it any longer..so we asked, "so Mr.Holy have you ever watched porn?". Mr.Holy was speechless for awhile, fighting over his conscience on whether to lie or not to lie to keep his holy image (we knew cause its obvious from his facial expression that he did watch porn). In a fit of anger and embarassment, he said he did watch but he still respects women because the porn he watched isn't the normal kind of porn..so we all assumed he only watch gay porn and went....HAHAAHA....and were making remarks like "so you are not as holy as you potrayed yourself to be eh?"

Then another colleague asked if he ever do self-stimulation (rhymes with master bed :P ) and surprisingly, Mr.Holy replied without thinking that he asks people to do it for him. My jaw almost dropped hearing that because its just unbelievable, how can any man who just condemned us for being morally corrupt (for asking if he knows some girl's boob size), have someone perform..erm..stimulation on him when he doesn't even have a girlfriend?



So after that, I went home and thought real hard about it. Finally I came up with an equation as below:
Premise 1: Holy don't look at boobs because Holy respects girls.
Premise 2: Holy watches gay porn.
Premise 3: Holy asks people to stimulate him but doesn't have a girlfriend.

Inference 1 : Premise 2+3 -->This implies that Holy watches gay porn and doesn't have a girlfriend.
Inference 2: Premise 1+3 -->This implies that Holy wouldn't let a girl stimulate him because he respects girls.

Conclusion: Holy can only be gay.

That wasn't that hard to figure out after all...haha...I'm a genius!!

Somehow after the 1st post, I don't know how to write another one...I kept staring at the screen wondering how to fill the words in. I mean some people blog about food, travel, fashion and even random stuffs they encounter in their lives. Some made their blog their not-so-secret diary and some even used their blog as an avenue to earn money. As for me, I think I'd rather go for random stuffs because I don't think limiting yourself to a certain type of blog is healthy for creativity **act like very creative**. Haha...but then, still don't know what to write..wtf might as well just talk about the weather. The weather is really good today, kinda windy and cloudy but still a bit sunny, I mean the kind that won't make you too tan if you go sunbathing but still you can feel the warmth on your skin kinda sunny..and the wind is breezy, nothing like a typhoon that can blow the whole house away, but it did blow some sand into my eyes :( Oh ya..I almost forgot to mention the cloud is shaped like a giant cotton candy but the colour is white, not pink...

I'm starting to think my post is kinda lame..thank god no one is reading!

Yabadabadooo!
Finally the procrastinator is doing something in this blog...its been years since I got this blog, like probably a million years ago and I never post a single thing at all :P Whenever I thought about writing a blog that devil inside of my head will tell me "Hey, you are not an articulate person so nobody will understand what you wanna say. Do something else. Like go fly kite or go eat eat eat and put on weight!". So finally when year 2009 came I suddenly realised I needed to get more control of my life and do something about it, like losing weight and stop listening to naughty devil's ill advises, so I got myself together and wrote this post!!! Yippee...I made it...its a milestone...its legen (wait for it) dary !!