abo's back...for now!

you're back!!! i missed your writing. hugs.

had a bad day!

this fucking shit person has got to be the lamest of anyone that i've ever come across. this mathafucker is getting into my nerves. i feel like fisting him and pulling his inside out and stuffing back into this pathetic puny throat!

fuck you!

p/s: i feel much better now. still...fuck you two faced slime ball!

my very first teaching class

i had my very first teaching experience last week. 7 classes in total. my very first class, i was swamped with 45 practitioners...of course, being the "perfecto" me, trying to give everyone equal attention, i realised that i was digging my own grave.

it definately gave me a different perspective towards my practise. i'm now transending information to practitioners through my years of practise. honestly, there is a certain level of stress to it. am i really gonna enjoy this? not sure...gonna go with the flow first.

namaste!

recipe for disaster

ever wondered what to have for dinner...i do, all the time. here's a simple solution to end those midnight hunger pangs or even drive your one night stand partners out of the house...faster than you can say 'fasta pasta baby!'.

it's a recipe for disaster!

ingredients:
- two cups of pasta
- a can of good quality tuna (recommend john west)
- qp mayonaise
- italian mixed herbs
- salt and pepper to taste

oh! and a generous dash of vodka!!!

method:
1. boil pasta...penne and spaghetti used here.

2. once pasta is cooked, put them into a mixing bowl (mixing bowl sounds nicer than the chinese soup bowl). add herbs, salt and pepper. mix well.

3. add qp mayonaise (aka japanese mayo!)

4. last but not lease! a freaking generous amount of vodka...attempted to use blackcurrent flavoured vodka here.

5. walah!!! pasta al dante ala 'lau sai' (go figure what this is) style! guaranteed to churn your stomach upside down.

warning: stay away from open fire...emission of bodily gases are flamable! ensure that toilet bowls are insured! recommend the use of public toilets to minimise clean up.

life begins...on my window sill?

sometime this week, i decided to open a window which was seldom open, just to check if our little 'friends' has layed any eggs. occassionaly, i get two feathered visitors building their little love nest on my window sill and i enjoy taking a stick and just dig into their nest and watch their little eggs fall 3 storeys down and splatter on the ground...sick i know, but they're worst.

as some of you may know or even begin to realise, i am an anal psycho ocd neat freak (ok, i think you get the idea now). these pigeons, they poop everywhere and they 'wake' you up with their annoying croak. i hate them.

and surprise, surprise! instead of seeing the two eggs similarly sized to a quail's egg, two chicks were resting in the nest. they didn't chirp or flatter their featherless wings. of course, i was ever ready with my stick and was really tempted to just dig them out of my window sill...but, consciously, it felt wrong...hey! i'm sanely humane after all!

but on close inpection, don't they look cute? although one does look under nourished. do you think if i constantly leave them bits and pieces of 'tim tams', that would help fattened them up since they (tim tams) does wonders in boosting ones weight?

the next thought that came to mind of course was during the course of my yoga practise, i've been attempting the pigeon pose or kapotasana, it is almost a near impossible pose for me due to my tight hip and knee joints. i'm not god, i don't dictate death or life, but just maybe, by sparing their lives...would i earn enough brownie points to be able to perform kapotasana?

chirp chirp!! chirp chirp chirp!!!

disclaimer note: no birds or chicks were harmed during the entry of this blog...however, their survival are not guarantee 'evil grin'. in case i get sued for animal cruelty...for the record, i am with spca! they too, care for our feathered friends...i hope!

i just got 'outed'

trust my fucking hands to do the typing and my blabber mouth to do the yakking. this time it really did get my ass in hot soup...no freaking minestrone or shark's fin crab meat buddha jump over the wall shit here!

i accidentally left a comment on a colleague's blog...and guess what! it linked to mine! god damn it! my cover instantly dissolved. for a split second i wanted to evaporate from where i was seated.

but you know what, this colleague is more than a colleague to me now. and i hate to lie in between my teeth to her...yes, it's a freaking girl (my senses tell me she's a freaking fag hag...but hey, let's not talk about her here shall we). this 'bitch' whom i labelled when i had my first encounter with, turned out to be this superb angel.

of course she came with a heart so soft and fluffy it puts cotton candy to shame. trust me, men (straight of course) who hasn't got balls of steel, they can just forget about getting close to her...so, hey, guess what, i've got balls of steel (self advertisement for men who are interested in men with balls of steel)...i'm now one of her good friend.

then again, could it be due to my "gayish" nature? fuck it!

no reaction, don't know what to do...professionalism over personal matters.

muacks you evil 'bitch', i love you.

am i a sex addict?

so, what is it like to be promiscuous? have you ever thought of going to a group sex party, i have...many many times. so what if you're there? what are you gonna do? fuck someone, get fucked? but that's one to one sex no? then again, you're doing it with a few more blokes in full view of everyone else. heck! life porn! how apt.

body's been insanely horny of late...constant doses of porn has helped in those late night hungers. hehehe. and thank god for those crazy yoga bends...i'm now able to reach where no man has gone before...woo hoo!

does that make me a sex addict?

certification on its way

coming 1 april, i will officially receive my certification for being a yoga instructor...of course, the beginner's level. so, call me, sign up...i promise i'll give 20% discount. haha.