'Putra' the Musical

Catch 'Putra' the musical at Panggung Sari, Istana Budaya starting from 24th August til 28th August 2007.

Tickets are only RM10.

Main Actors:

Jalalludin Hassan

Vanida Imran

Mazlan Tahir

Man Bai

Iqbal

Ebby Yus

Azizan Mahzan

and special appearance from IIUM students ;)

Cradle SNatcher

I am no cradle snatcher!!

Just because I used to date a younger guy does not mean I only go for younger men!!

I am no pedophile!! Aarggh!!

A lifetime of teasing and being poked fun of just because of a blip in history. GAWD!! He was only 2 years younger I tell you!! Not 16!

When will the teasing end? When will their "fun" stop?

Seriously... I'm looking for an older man now. I am... I am...

Someone... please get me an older man...

Colour Mix

What is up with all the colour discrimination? A person can't be friends with another member of the opposite sex who is coincidentally another shade of skin colour altogether without being thought of by their women as "stealing their men" anymore? Gawd... Who wrote these rules?
I've seen people from two opposite ends of the earth living together in perfect harmony. So yeah I feel that the colour of your skin has nothing to do with your will to be happy.

With this really positive outlook in life, my girl friend, another mixed-match person, I went out for drinks with some guys who were working with us on a project. They were foreigners. We had a blast. They were nice people. Language confusion was a great joke between us and it was damn refreshing to actually go out with a couple of guys who engages in mild flirtation but expects nothing more from us whatsoever. All harmless fun.

Unfortunately we had to bump with the female equivalents of their race. With them was another of the guys that we worked with and is it our fault that the guy chose to come over and hang with us instead of staying and hanging out with them. We can't help ourselves from being cool (;P). So yeah... probably because of that move, and also probably because we were with the other guys before that, we were given the evil eye by the girls. Oh, Come on... what's with the dagger stares? None of them were in a relationship with any of the girls and neither of us were interested to be in one with any of guys. Sheesh...

Apparently, we were considered moving onto their turf. My friend, who had experiences dating foreigners, explains that these people (not all, but most of them) just can't accept the colour difference. To them their men is only for them. Seriously... what the hell? Is this a result of mass insecurity that is unique to a every race? Do these women actually feel threatened by the appearance of girls of different race in their social scene? Are they afraid that their men would start prefering women of another colour? Gawd... So juvenile. I mean those girls were HOT. Probably way hotter than we were and yet they feel threatened by just the colour of our skin?!
It's pretty amusing watching them watch our every move. But what the heck. We've always been people who pretty much did what we liked and not care what others say. But I wouldn't be suprised to hear rumours within their community that we're a couple of sluts. It happens. I should probably give them something real to talk about and actually steal one of their men. That'll teach them. But nah... the gratification I'm getting out of that probably wouldn't be as satisfying. Haha...

I'm just wondering if I'll ever see the day that this idiotic notion about race mixing will ever go away. It's simply irritating and juvenile. Probably won't happen in my lifetime though. I just wanna enjoy a cup of coffee with a bunch of really cool guys after a hard day's work. Is that really so much to ask?!

Second best...

Being second best sucks. I mean who would wanna be in that position. Being second best is virtually like being non-existant. In a race, who would remember the person who got to the finish line second. It's either the winner who'll get all the attention or the poor guy who finished last cause even though he didn't win he tried his best and finished the race anyways. But what about all the guys in-between? They deserve some praise too!

Right now, in real life, I'm constantly second best. I don't know how or why but I'm constantly the number two person. No matter what I do it pales in comparison with the efforts of another. And what sucks even more is that the other person is an extremely close friend. So what can I do? What I'm going through is one of those dillemas that testifies real life is shitty.
It's natural that being second best most of my efforts go unnoticed. Or sometimes the things that I do is attributed to the other. It happens all the time. But seriously what can I do? What can I say?

My only defence mechanism is to laugh it off. Make a joke about it. Make it seem that it doesn't bother me but somehow deep down it still does. Is it jealousy? Envy? I guess so. But I think it's deeper than that. Though I'm not really sure what it is exactly.

Why is it that I'm invisible? Why is it that people just doesn't seem to see me? Are people really that shallow to not see the obvious when we are together? We all have our strengths but are mine so miniscule that it's instantly overshadowed by mere physical appearance? I'm just surprised that my self-esteem was actually strong enough to actually withstand these assaults every day. And somehow I haven't crumbled with all the pressure. I think other girls would probably go anorexic with the things that I have to go through.

I'm not ranting away out of frustration while in reality I'm sitting back and letting things happen. My will to be noticed, to make my efforts known are doubled. It is not surprising that I've been labelled as the aggressive one coz that's what I have to resort to make people sit up and listen. I work doubly hard for something that comes easily to another. It's not fair but that's the way life is.

These efforts are still not enough though. I'm still second best. I'm still the shadow. I'm still the posse.

Is physical change the answer? Is that what it takes nowadays? Shallowness is the deciding factor for a person's success? Must I stoop to the point of shallowness just to make it in life? Is that what I have to do to be the best?

Maybe it is...

The Shisha and I

I seriously don't know what made me do it. Me smoking shisha!! For somebody who finds cigarettes disgusting I'm totally at ease with smoking shisha. I had strawberry flavour.And it was kinda nice. I'd definitely do it again. Maybe next tme I'd try some other flavours. Chocolate sounds cool ;P

Difference between ciggies and shisha... you can't carry it around with you. So there's no chance of me getting addicted. Unless I somehow manage to procure myself a car (which is not anytime soon) and go to the shisha place every night. Thank god that place is hard to get to. And according to my shisha buddies who are experts on this subject, good shisha places are hard to find. Ironically the bad shisha places are run by arabs who brought this stuff to Malaysia in the first place.

I guess I kinda understand why some people love to smoke so much. There's somewhat a satisfaction when you exhale all that smoke out. For me I kinda also get energised afterwards. I'm actually typing this after my very first stint with the shisha. Woohoo!
But this is as close as I will get to smoking. I just can stand ciggie smoke. They stink. And then you end up stinking afterwards. If only everybody quit ciggie smoking and start taking up shisha. I think the world would be a better place. If not... at least there'll be less ciggie butts lying around everywhere.

Prejudices

After years of being here in IIU I am finally thrown into the international students social scene. What an irony.

Yeah... when I was in undergraduate I guess I was so wrapped up in my own world and biasness that I never really gave these people a chance. To me back then... they were all the same. Stuck up and prejudiced. When in reality I was the one with the prejudices.

Though it didn't help matters much when they too had their own prejudices against me. These people tend to see me in my baju kurung and my tudung bawal and instantly dismiss me as another typical malay girl. Of course I was offended. The way I dress don't define me. I never describe myself as typical and we English lit majors always pride ourselves of being non-typical. To us typical is a swear word.

I've grown up though.

Old prejudices slowly disintegrating.

New comprehensions dawning.

It's cool. I guess the best things out of this are new friends. Being with new people. Learning, knowing and understanding new things. It's nice to give each other a chance.

So goodbye prejudice... hope you never come back.

Full Speed Ahead!!

Somehow I managed to get myself involved in theater stuff again. As if I havent had enough on my plate already. I'm holding two jobs, supposed to be doing my thesis and now I have to take care of a group of international students who are gonna act in a musical play (of all things!) at Istana Budaya. Not only that, the same play also wants me to act! (but as an extra only lorr...) I seriously don't know what have I gotten myself into!

My body has been screaming that I've been going at warp speed lately and today it refused to cooperate with me. So what did I do the whole day? Sleeping. God... what an embarassment. Yeap, I slept the whole day. Sorry Dr F. (Yeah... I kinda promised her that I'd do something for her but unfortunately I couldn't wake up at all this morning). Guess she wont be asking me any more favours after this. Hate letting people down.

I think I even got Sarah all worried. She thinks I'm pissed at her for something which I totally am not. God... I think I'm a workaholic. Or an aspiring one. I'll probably have zero social life when I actually have a permanent job. God... I hope not.

My body still refuses to cooperate with me. So I guess I better take this as a sign and lock myself in my room and start doing my proposal (OMG deadline is so close!!). All that other work can wait... I guess *biting nails*.

Rape

Wanna talk about having a crappy day? Don't... coz right now I wanna rant about a crappy week. A week of crappiness that surpasses all other crappy weeks of crappiness. I'm facing crap and I feel like crap and right now all I wanna do is beat the crap out of a person who gave my friend, whom I truly love and cherish, a whole load of crap.

My friend was raped.

MY FRIEND WAS RAPED!!!

If there was ever a time for me to truly hate men, this would definitely be it. Only a man can ever truly inflict this kind of pain to another human being. HOW CAN YOU RAPE PEOPLE!!?? HOW CAN YOU VIOLATE ANOTHER HUMAN BEING!!??

All I feel is anger. And helplessness. I can't do anything. I feel useless.I can't help her.

You know when they say that sometimes when something truly bad happens... it changes a person. Thats what happened. I have changed... But most importantly she has changed... I no longer her old self. She is right now a shell of the person that she used to be. I hate that man for making her like this. I hate him with with the very core of my being. And I swear that someday I shall bring him down.

I SWEAR IT!!

"Hell hath no wrath than a woman scorned..."

Cruelty to Animals

What kind of people would do this to animals?

DON'T BUY FUR!! STOP CRUELTY TO ANIMALS!!

N O means NO, Not YES

Which part of N and O spells out YES. Seriously... how dense can people get?!

Why is it with men and hard-to-get women? It's like a magnet reaction where men just can't resist. The attraction to hard-to-get women is so strong sometimes that even when women are not actually playing hard-to-get men can't seem to pull away. Seriously!*frustrated*

Trust me when I say that when most women say "I'm not in the mood" they really mean it. Therefore don't call, don't ask, beg, plead or sulk and just walk away. Coz when you do it'll be the smartest thing you'll ever do. If not women will get annoyed and when they are... Well let's just say it won't be pretty.

And you'll probably save yourself a whole lotta grace in front of the girl by not appearing weak either and on top of that actually comes off as understanding. Now ain't that a plus point for all you men out there. I mean we women do complain that men don't understand us. So even if you don't understand why we're not in the mood, just walk away and pretend that you do.

So I repeat my previous statement... sometimes a NO actually means NO. Figure out the subtle language of women and you'll be a better man for it.

twosomes... threesomes

Was watching Sex and the City and I was totally intrigued by an episode where Samantha agreed to do a threesome with her boyfriend. Seriously I totally do not get the appeal of threesomes. I mean... in a world where its the survival of the fittest, prettiest, sexiest and most sexually active (...est) why would you invite a rival to get into bed with you?

Yeah I know its like guy's ultimate fantasy to have 2,3 or more girls to service him in bed and honestly there's nothing wrong fantasizing that. What would the world be like if you question a man's fantasy. It's healthy... at least if all else fails it keeps the blood pumping to a man's brains.

But right now I'm just questioning the girls's motive in letting a man do that. As much as a sexual prowess a woman can be there will always be that chance where the guy might just prefer the other women. Now would you woman actually wanna see that? Straight on... in bed... while you're having sex? No way, jose!

If my man ever shows that he prefers another woman while he's in bed with me, I assure you claws will come out. And no... I will not indulge in another of man's fantasy by having a girl-on-girl catfight to see who will have sex with the guy. It's the man that'll have to answer.

Call me old fashioned, conservative, prude or whatever I just don't get the idea of anything more than a twosome. I mean God only made one penis per man and one vagina per woman. Surely that must count for something.

Idiots!!

Some of you people have nothing better to do is it other than clogging up my tagbox? Haiyaa...

Even if you do plan to clog up my tagbox try to have some respect towards others and not use my friends' names to play your idiotic pranks.

To Syima, Sarah And all the others that have been wrongly maligned in my tagbox... I'm truly sorry. These a**holes probably had a brain transplant with monkeys.

I'm really sorry girls...

Langkawi!

Langkawi was a blast! Minus the fact that it was tiring at times and that I had to play nanny to 63 international university students, the whole trip was a definite blast!

And I should also mention the guys... *drool* I never knew that UIA had all these drool-worthy men hidden away in its depth. So tall... good looking. And they actually went swimming at the beach... *drooling profusely* There's even a guy from China who could definitely give Jet Li a run for his showbiz money. He gave a demonstration during the closing ceremony and trust me he is even more flexible than a rubber band. (I think my inner gatal-ness is surfacing ;P) And they were all gentlemen too. How could a girl resist them?!! I am so glad that I started working with IIMU *silent grateful prayer to God*.

Ooh... Ooh... I also went parasailing!! Woohoo!! It may be pricey considering I was up in the air for only 10 minutes but it was totally worth it. I was flying!! Total adrenaline rush! I'm definitely going again! Made me quite popular with the guys too since nobody else tried it. Huhu!

Seriously... someday I shall make that list of things to do before I die. There's like a million things I wanna try but I never truly know what they are exactly until they're right in front of my eyes. One thing I know for sure is that bungee jumping is on the list. Woohoo!! Oh and going totally blond. Haha! I just need to see how I look like with yellow hair.

If you guys plan to go to Langkawi someday, I seriously recommend staying at Kg. Tok Senik Resort. The room was fantastic. Total kampung atmosphere and the internationals absolutely loved it. Heck... I loved it. My only gripe was that it wasn't close enough to the beach. But this was remedied by the 1 hour we spent at the beach later *drooling again*.

I also didn't manage to find my fave choccies. *sigh* Was really hoping that I could get some good chocolate shopping while I was there but its cool. Maybe next time. I totally can't wait to start planning for the next programme.

The Good Fairy...

A married couple in their early 60's was out celebrating their 35th wedding anniversary in a quiet, romantic little restaurant. Suddenly, a tiny yet beautiful fairy appeared on their table and said, "For being such an examplary married couple and for being faithful to each other for all this time, I will grant you each a wish."

"Oh, I want to travel around the world with my darling husband" said the wife." The fairy waved her magic wand and -- pouf! -- two tickets for the Queen Mary II luxury liner appeared in her hands.

Then it was the husband's turn. He thought for a moment and said:

"Well, this is all very romantic, but an opportunity like this will never come again. I'm sorry my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than me. " The wife and the fairy were deeply disappointed, but a wish is a wish... So the fairy waved her magic wand and -- pouf! -- the husband became 92 years old.

The moral of the story: Men who are ungrateful idiots should remember fairies are female.

My so-called birthday bash...

It seems that ever since most of the gang have started working, we all need an excuse to get together. No... actually, I take that back. We need an organizer. No... not the diary/ planner. A true-blue party cum get together organizer. And guess who was nominated? That's rite... poor ole' me. *sigh* Just a slight side effect of being too organised I guess. Seriously when I die I'm gonna have my tombstone read "Here lies Shan, Forever the Organiser".

But yeah... I kinda organised this get together. It was kinda supposed to be a joint birthday celebration for both Sheena and I but Sheena pulled out. Oh well... more attention on me ;)



We had it at San Francisco's again. The obvious choice since poor ole' me don't have a car. I really can't wait to get a real job!! Trust me when I'm loaded I'm gonna go GRAND for my birthday.


All in all it was a good night. As you can see the theme was red (my fave colour) so everybody looked pretty hot. Even the guys. Though I wished that some of my other close friends were there but I'm happy for all those who came. They were the best. Shall love you all always!




I just wonder who's gonna be brave enough to organise the next get together? I already have people clogging up my comment boxes in friendster to organise the next one. Penat la wei nak organise... Somebody else buat la pulak!

FROM LOVERS to FRIENDS

FROM LOVERS to FRIENDS

I got this article from a really cool blog that I read. Yeah... so I'm ripping off somebody else's blog but at least I'm not saying that it's mine. Thing is what the article is all about is exactly the thing that has been running through my head these last few months. Yes... I'm still in my post break-up mode but I'm getting better *fingers crossed behind back*. No seriously... I am *fingers still crossed*.

Oh-Kay... back to the article. After experiencing something that I do not wish any good-hearted citizens of the world to experience I've come to a conclusion that sometimes it's better to let sleeping dogs lie. Why stir things up and make the water murkier (Can u guys get me?) . In other words, maybe an ex is not a good candidate for a friend.

Heck... just read the article and you'll know what I mean.

In many relationships that don't end in marriage (well actually even then), there usually is a time when you have to say "hasta la vista baby." the two of you have shared memories together that when you look back upon, you will either laugh or cry. but whatever that memory might be, once a relationship ends, it's time to say "thanks" or "no thanks" for everything and move on.
But somewhere along the line, there's always the "let's remain friends" compromise to many breakups. it's the much gentler way of saying, "hey, you're not that bad. it's not you. it's me. but look, i still want to be friends with you." *smile* the question that my friends and i discuss a lot is:

Can you be good friends with your ex?

Ok. let's face it. whenever there's a breakup, it's usually never mutual. usually one person is the one that causes or initiates the breakup and is labeled "heartbreaker", while the other person is left hurting and dwelling on the breakup for weeks on end. ok. i admit. even the heartbreaker could hurt too, but usually the one who initiated the breakup moves on faster than the one who didn't.

After having meditated and burned incense on this question, my friends and i have come to the conclusion that NO, it's very rare for many people to become truly good friends with their ex's.

Take me for example. although my ex and i agreed that we would be good friends, we're really not. sure, i get a greeting on my birthday and during the holidays and i just greeted him on his birthday, but those are about the only times we communicate. and i actually prefer it this way. i'm sure he and his wife now does too.

However, i have a friend whose boyfriend and his ex have become best friends instead. whoa! yes. it's true. it can be done. but, when your ex is your best friend and you tell your best friend things about your current relationship, hmm, you could land yourself in a heap of mess.
so why can't ex's remain friends?

here's some reasons i've read on why the can't:

1. There's always a heartbreaker and the heartbreakee. same as mentioned above.

2. You know what they look like underneath all those clothes. you've seen each other naked. whenever you smell their special perfume or cologne, or whenever you hear music that was special to the both of you, you're always going to remember that person and the things you used to do together ( ie, make love, make-out, etc)

3. You can't divulge intimate details about your current relationship to your ex. it would just be wrong for you to tell your ex you just had the greatest sex of your life with someone else.

4. Bitterness comes into play. an ex can pretend to be a friend, but deep down they'd rather see you and your current partner dead (jk). me - actually this is kinda true ;P (jk)

5. Jealousy. seriously - who really likes seeing their ex being lovey dovey with someone else anyway?

Taken from http://daphne.blogs.friendster.com (Thanks Daphne!)

When I think about it... It's hard thinking that my ex will no longer be in my life. He was a good friend. But as much as I hate losing my ex, I just dont think us being friends is gonna help out with me moving on with my life. Why torture myself seeing him be happy with another girl while I could do the same thing with another guy? Life is short, it's just not worth wasting time dwelling on the past.

Maybe someday we can become friends but perhaps another 10 years or so. Or at least until I'm no longer wishing them to be hit by a bus or something. Hahaha! Joking... seriously just joking.

p.s. Happy Friday the 13th. Muahahaha!!

Me... A blogger?

For somebody who claims herself as a blogger, I must be an embarassment to the whole blogging society. I mean my average blogs nowadays are like oner per month? And that's only if I'm suddenly hit with an inspiration thunderbolt. If not all you'd see on my blog are cobwebs. (can you hear crickets? I can...)

So what happened? Did I fall off a building? (Obviously not since I'm still typing this, or else it'll be spooky. Hehe) Or did I just simply forget how to blog?

Answer... none of the above. I haven't been blogging simply because my life is BORING! All I do is go to class, go to my room, go to work (Oh, this may be an interesting aspect in my life... I am now working with Sheena at IIMU. Still waiting for my first paycheck. BILA NAK MASUK?!) , and of course study, study, study. Aint nothing much to say about that sorry routine.

So now I'm at home for my long deserved break. And of course my routine here is get up late, cook, and waste time. So there you go... my never-ending thrills for the day *Yawn*. I just don't feel like readers out there deserved to be bored to death by my simple ephitet of what I dd for the day. Although internet voyeurism is IN nowadays but I still feel like I need some stuff to give voyeurs something to drool about. Rite?

So why am I blogging now? Hehe, just because...

Actually I miss blogging. There's been some good news going on in my life and I feel like sharing it. Some of my friends got engaged or married. Congrats Adry... Kuhen. You two will make lovely wives to your loved one. I couldn't attend Kuhen's wedding but I heard it was beautiful. Kuhen... you're so lucky. *sob* Ada lagi ke orang cam Abe We kat dunia ni? *praying really hard*

As for Adry... she just got engaged. Who knew she would be among the first among us to get on the marital bandwagon. Oh well... why stop a good thing right? I was actually one of her 'dulang girls'. Wasn't something that I was expecting to do but what the heck... she's a friend. And thanks to our hot Gucci Mama, Tiah, her hantaran was gorgeous and the 'petunang' (is there such a word?) was really pretty.

I did this! I did this!

And all the pretty 'dulang girls' in a row

Tiah was practically a one woman wonder. She did all of Andry's hantaran and even Adry's makeup. I helped with the roses in her hair. That's why I photoshopped the picture *So proud! Heck... My first time photoshopping, ok*. All I can say now is I'm proud of lil' Adry. She came a long way and have been through a lot to get this far. And kudos to her coz she never stopped trying. She never gave up. *SOB* Man... I hate getting sentimental.

I also heard that my old roommate, Has, is getting maried soon and also Anis Suhaidalisa, another one of my roommates is geting engaged. I guess it's time. You can't run away from all this marriage stuff no matter how much you try. *sigh* And because of that I hafta prepare myself for the INEVITABLE question, *bracing self* "Awak bila pulak?" Aarrgghh...

So life starts anew for some of my friends. For Adry, Kuhan, Has, Midge... oh yeah, Midge got herself a new job and a place of her own. She's all grown up now. I'm glad... I feel like a mother bird watching her baby take off on her first flight. *SOB* OMG here I go again. Heck, I should feel this way... she practically lived with me for a whole month before she got the job. How time flies...

I'm still in my student mode. Feels like I'm way behind sometimes but I feel it's worth doing what I'm doing now. I'm sure it will be. *determined*

Thesis time is upon me! I hafta persevere! Gambate!

p.s. I love this picture. Who knows when we might get together like this again. (Although I'm hoping this May *wishing hard*). Sheena and Fynn competed in a Poetry Slam. Something like a one-day Akademi Fantasia for poets. Though they didn't win but they did us proud! We missed their performance (drat!) even though we tried to make it there on time after Adry's engagement but we all had fun afterwards hanging out. We're such a fun eclectic group (Me, Nina, Midge and Anne in our baju kurung while Cass, Sheena and Angel in their sexy get up. Woohoo! Very eclectic I must say) that a 'Mat Salleh' actually came and took our picture. Haha! Takpe... The time for us to hang out shall cometh again, my friends!

p.s. again. I was 25 last April 1st!! OMG I'm officially a quater of century old. Wahlau! Neways thanks so much to all my pals especially Anne, Midge and Julie for the GORGEOUS "Coach" bag, Sheena for my cute and lovely clutch and K-Rul for making that day a special one for me. I love u guys so much. Muahs!

*I got a Sony Ericsson MP3 phone. Yeay!*

Moving on...

Never ever thought that moving-on was a long drawn out process. Just when you think that all was well, then BAM that old feeling of sadness, regret, yada yada yada comes rushing back again. God how it sucks! If only wounds would heal faster. Life would be so less complicated.

I mean what's the point in living life looking back into the past, right? But as much as you try not to let the past haunt you, it does. A person who doesn't have the past haunting them are only humanoids void of feelings. Seriously...

I mean everything that happens in life happens for a reason and your future, your entire self was shaped by what happened earlier in your life. So the past does matter, it's just a matter of how much you let it effect you.

Right now, all I wanna do is to speed up my recovery process. I just wanna forget about my past and get on with life with maximum happiness. Urgghh... healing sucks. Why does it have to take so long!?

Desperado

God... don't you hate it when these people don't know when to back off!! Seriously give people room to breath...

There's no denying it even the most attractive people will turn BLEARGH when they start oozing desperate vibes. It's a definite turn off. Even desperate people don't go for other desperate people. Desperate just ain't rite!!

So you wanna know if you're desperate? Do you ever...

1. Hint off a relationship just after a few sms-es to somebody (and you haven't even met that person yet!!)?

2. Do you start posting up pictures of that person in your phone and computer just after a few phone calls?

3. Do you talk off a "connection" after a few conversations with a person?

If you say YES to even one of the questions then you are DEFINITELY desperate!! So cool it! Desperation will only achieve one thing... all your potential dates running at full speed in the opposite direction. Yes... even the butt ugly ones. Trust me, I speak from experience. All those questions I asked... I had to endure that from a guy I know through the net, whom I have never ever met before and was already talking about our parents meeting after a few days of sms-ing. *screams* I'm suffocating by just thinking about it! Now I have to figure out a way to make a graceful sprint in the opposite reaction.

No offence to all of you desperados out there but this is for your own good. Tone it down!! There's nothing that interests people more than a good ol' hard-to-get chase. Getting to know somebody is like knowing there's a juicy prize at the end of a long race but those who rush to get it might accidentally kick it further from reach.

It's the flirting that keeps people going. The playful banterings and the hints of better things to come will just keep people coming back for more. Ain't that right people?

Marriage...

Marriage - Part I

Typical macho man married typical good-looking lady and after the wedding, he laid down the following rules:

"I'll be home when I want, if I want and at what time I want and I don't expect any hassle from you. I expect a great dinner to be on table unless I tell you that I won't be home for dinner. I'll go hunting, fishing, boozing and card-playing when I want with my old buddies and don't you give me a hard time about it. Those are my rules. Any comments?"

His new bride said, "No, that's fine with me. Just understand that there will be sex here at seven o'clock every night .....whether you're here or not."


(DAMN SHE'S GOOD!)

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Marriage (Part II)

Husband and wife had a bitter quarrel on the day of their 40th wedding anniversary!

The husband yells, "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone that
reads:

"Here Lies My Wife - Cold As Ever "

"Yeah?" she replies. "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone that reads:


"Here Lies My Husband - Stiff At Last"

(HE ASKED FOR IT!)

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Marriage (Part III)

Husband (a doctor) and his wife are having a fight at the breakfast table. Husband gets up in a rage and says, "And you are no good in bed either," and storms out of the house.

After some time, he realizes he was nasty and decides to make amends and rings her up. She comes to the phone after many rings, and the irritated husband says, "What took you so long to answer the phone?"

She says, "I was in bed."

"In bed this early, doing what?"

"Getting a second opinion!"

(YEP, HE HAD THAT ONE COMING, TOO!)

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Marriage (Part IV)

A man has six children and is very proud of his achievement. He is so proud of himself, that he starts calling his wife, "Mother of Six"
in spite of her objections.

One night, they go to a party. The man decides that it's time to go home and wants to find out if his wife is ready to leave as well. He shouts at the top of his voice, "Shall we go home 'Mother of Six?'

His wife, irritated by her husband's lack of discretion, shouts right back, "Anytime you're ready, Father of Four."

(RIGHT ON, LADY!)

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Marriage (Part V) The Silent Treatment

A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 am for an early morning business flight.

Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 am" He left it where he knew she would find it.

The next morning the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."

Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.

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God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece.