of lacy bras, leggings and heels. Sunday, November 8, 2009 9:02 PM
OMG i cant wait till aaron khaBITZ comes back home. he's gonna get me a coupla stuff for christmas WHOO i can wait.
man it's been a while since EVERYONE has been home. well, i say that now but when the rest of the simpsons come home we'd ALL be wishing that we'd stayed where we were. funny how things work, no? families. bah. but i do admit, there are REALLY nice times we do share, albeit rarely. but then i think to myself, though we have our own quirky ways and our respective irritants (which no thanks to FATE PAINFULLY happens to be EACH OTHER) i'd rather be with no one else.
okay enough of this sentimental shiz, onto the SEXCITING SEXMAS SHIZ.
okay, sexciting much? this is like UNDERWEAR HEAVEN. i especially love the bonds hiphangers cos they totally rock my hips and UNINTENTIONALLY hang out of my pants :P
Whoever said buying underwear doesn't have a good purpose besides supporting loose ass cheeks? the bonds pink ribbon range supports and digs the pink ribbon foundation. now, the pink ribbon, i think it's for breast cancer? my second guess was diaper rash and that bonds had come up with 100% hypoallergenic non-perspirant panties. teehee.
and lastly, these orgasmic jeffrey campbell wedges. oh gosh they're so pretty, i don't care if brother dearest gets me knock offs which look remotely like these i just want awesome heels. cos (a) they cover my toes, and (b) THEY COVER MY TOES.
lastly, i want another country road bag (HAHAH omg this is a total bimbodoh moment but when i was typing country road i typo-ed and typed country TOAD.. i nearly fell off my chair) OH gosh i dont really care what color or design i just need a BIG bag to accomodate all my shiz. like HOLD MY CRAPSHIZ.
but speaking of country toads, who knew that texan hillbilly boys drafted into the navy would have a looksie 'round borders last weekend? like, it's singapore. i'd bet you my last dollar that before they'd set sail they thuoght they were headed to Singapore, China. (schtupeed)
hmm, initially i was wondering if i had a hole in my jeans when rena and i had a mosey 'round borders, turns out them boys were just checking us out! TEEHEE. (can't say we weren't checking THEM out :D )
GAH can't wait for you to come home with my things.
OH and HAHAHAH. lookie here
Aaron Khaled says: soleh! your boobs are huge! are u sure cannot wear mama's bra lol
lukas says: LOL WHAT BOOBS there's NONE
Aaron Khaled says: really looks big in the picture
SNIPPET. "Before setting off to camp, he stood on the steps of the townhouse porch, turned to face his wife, and held her tight in a warm embrace. Standing on a step below, with his massive build and height, he towered over her petite frame. Holding her in his arms, he locked his gaze on her. Her eyes gently carressed his face but stopped and stared at the very vivid scar running from his left eyebrow down to his cheekbone. Her heart sank. Sensing her fear and worry, he reassured her.
'Y'know, i ain't gonna let 'em tear chunks outta my face again.'
She smiled.
'Even if they did, i'd still love you with all my heart.'
His eyes lit up. In his thick texan drawl he teased.
'Well, i don't know. Would you still love me if i came home missing an arm?' 'Even if you were missing two arms.'
They huddled closer.
'And if i came home without a leg?' 'Even you came home missing two legs.'
He grinned cheekily.
'Even if i were missing a NUT?'
Her eyes narrowed, and with a stiffled smile, she muttered,
'Honey, would YOU love you if you were missing a nut?'"
TEEEHEE. no thanks to mick jagger's boy i've developed a liking for texan drawls, though frankly speaking, whenever i hear someone speaking in the accent i picture a real skinny man wearing torn overalls and a straw hat, holding a pitchfork aaaand to top it off, has some missing teeth. But hehe, watch james jagger below, and boy is he a delish slice of rhubarb pie.
"German soldiers were not the only ones who got lost that day.
Pvt. Ed "Babe" Heffron suggested a shortcut across a wooded area. Medic Ralph Spina agreed. Heffron led the way. Suddenly he fell into a hole. There was a shout of surprise. Then a voice called out form under Heffron, 'Hinkle, Hinkle, ist das du?'.
Heffron came barreling out of the foxhole and took off in the opposite direction, yelling, 'HINKLE YOUR ASS, KRAUT (what the American soldiers called the Germans)'. He and Spina got reoriented and finally found the E Company CP (Command Post).
(Spina, who recalled the incident, concluded: 'To this day everytime i see Babe, I ask him how Hinkle is feeling or if he has seen Hinkle lately.")"
Band Of Brothers, Stephen E. Ambrose
Oh, funny hillbilly boys.
AND speaking of getting lost, MY GOD today was the single most RETARDED day of my life. to start things off, i nearly took the wrong bus into school, which led to a CATASTROPHIC chain of HINKLES.
FATBULOUS: HOW TO BAKE A 'HINKLE' CAKE.
STEP ONE: carry a big, dark-colored bag which looks and IS heavy.
STEP 2: at City Hall Interchange, NEVER, and i mean, NEVER follow the signs. you will then succeed in embarassing yourself THOUROUGHLY by going up and down the DIFFERENT escalators in the SAME direction rousing suspicion amongst the OH-so-vigilant underpaid MRT staff.
STEP III: when all else fails, WALK UP THE STAIRS. HAH dumbshit, you don't got no clue that it'd lead you to SQUARE ONE, now your GARNERING suspicion amongst the OH-so-vigilant under entertained commuters.
STEP QUATRO: sit down, wait for the train, and pull out a paperback whose cover reads BAND OF BROTHERS and start laughing (to yourself) at the jokes (as mentioned above) printed. you will now experience an army death glare from a group of NS boys wondering if you were a maniacal sadistic anti-jew nazi or a illiterate retard pretending to know how to read. (GO GET YOUR OWN COPIES OF THE BOOK YOU BALDHEAD SHIZZZ.)
well as if that wasn't enough, i bet you can pretty much tell how my day went.. pretty much.
okay right, so my blogging hiatus is.. OVER. thanks to friggin promos but who cares. (by the way, they should've named it RETAINS instead of PROMOS, but since there's no such word as retaination, scrap that so they decided to go with promotional examinations. pfft, oh the cruel irony.) this is gonna be one LOOONG ass post.
ANYWAY, i was watching the VERY old movie 9-11 starring jim baleen whale belushi and there was this dawggie named zeus, it was a (my sister oh-so-affectionally-calls a DEMON DOG) dobermann pinscher. and hell yea it did look demonic, something like this..
but, turns out that them dogs aren't, and in fact were NEVER, born in that way, nor genetically modified (in ANY known means) to look like the above pitcha, with the erected ears, cropped tail and what not. at puppy stage they actually look like this.
apparently, at birth (or a few weeks after, can't remember) the ears of the puppies are cropped , shaped and held, using splints, upright, to strengthen the soft cartilage as the puppy develops enabling the ears to develop erect into adulthood. painful? excruciating. cruel? unimaginably.
on the other hand the tails are docked from a certain vertebra onwards giving the dog the disciplined and obedient look. man to think that i believed it to be a natural occurence.
naturally, the practice of ear cropping and tail docking on a dog of any breed is illegal in most countries, but not in the US. i feel for them doggies. gosh.
anyhooza, life is once again a painful affair with my toes bleeding and swelling due to lalalalalatin. mannn, if they could perform a skin graft on me tootsies using elephant hide i'd be damned as hell grateful.
other than that nothing much has been the happening, but i've just become textually active, staring off my reading career with the band of brothers book. check this out, it's funnaye...
"Many of the men shaved their heads, or got Mohawk haircuts (bald on each side, with a one- or two inch strip of short hair running from the forehead to the back of the neck). Pvts. Forrest Guth and Joseph Liebgott did the cutting, at 15₵ per man. Colonel Sink came round, saw the haircutting going on, smiled and said, "I forgot to tell you, some weeks ago we were officialy notified that the Germans are telling French civillians that the Allied invasion forces would be led by American paratroopers, all of them convicted felons and psychopaths, easily recognised by the fact that they shave their heads or nearly so.""
haha,. funny shiz, but nothing beats this. coupla weeks ago my lovely friend shu told me a tale of a dowdy GP teach named ms Al. long story short;;
Topic: Should the US emulate Singapore and have national service compulsory for them boys Perpetrators: Faith (WOWZA i solute you sweetheart!) and DOWDY Al
so what happened was, faith was arguing her stand (dont know which one though) and al was standing upright in a TIGHTASS uptight manner with her hands on her hips. she got SO agitated that after faith had ceased commenting on her viewpoint, al went bezerk.
Al (standing with her hands on her wide hips) : THAT'S BULLLSSSSSSSHHHH------ *silence* said. THAT'S WHAT BUSH SAID.
MMMMPPPHHHHUUUUUUHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH! god have mercy on this SHIZZZZ.
maid in singapore Wednesday, September 9, 2009 5:03 PM
gee whee. my dad is SUCH a funny guy.
SMS The FASHA: What's for dinner? Me: I don't know. You tell me. The FASHA: Your turn. Me: I CHOSE DINNER YESTERDAY. YOUR TURN. The FASHA: Okay then. No dinner for you.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!
PHONE CONVERSATION The FASHA: MAHANI wake up! have you washed your clothes? Me: Good morning aaaaaand, no. I will though. The FASHA: WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, CHRISTMAS?! Me: I WILL LA. The FASHA: MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A SHOWER Me: yes.. :/ The FASHA: WASH THE CLOTHES.. Me: uh-huh.. :| The FASHA: WASH THE PLATES.. Me: i know.. -.-! The FASHA: WASH MY CAR.. Me: WHATTTTT?! The FASHA: Kay bye! :D Me: O.o
may day, may day Monday, September 7, 2009 9:59 AM
ohmigosh i had a 'band of brothers' WARathon marathon last night. such a beautiful epic, despite it's war based story line (amongst other things), much like SAVING ryan's privates PRIVATE RYAN. (i mean DUH lei it's technically the same war, by the same producers, using different characters). and then it got me thinking. did the men then look as good as the actors playing them?
yes, they did.
i came across this picture while browsing the pages of google, the man's name,
First Lieutenant, U.S. Army Air Forces Service # O-702781 428th Fighter Squadron, 474th Fighter Group Entered the Service from: Iowa Died: 13-Apr-45 Missing in Action or Buried at Sea Tablets of the Missing at Netherlands American Cemetery Margraten, Netherlands Awards: Air Medal with 3 Oak Leaf Clusters - Remains Recovered
and his story?
Shannon, had married before he left for Europe. His wife, Mary, gave birth to a baby girl — Sharon — while he was overseas. On April 13, 1945, Shannon Estill's P-38J Lightning aircraft was struck by enemy anti-aircraft fire while attacking targets in eastern Germany. Because the location of the crash site was within the Russian-controlled sector of occupied Germany, according to a military press release, U.S. military personnel could not recover his remains after the war.
his remains were uncovered in 2006. more than 60 years after death.
now, when i was watching them movies i thought, say, life during the war was harsh, but hey, look at all 'em platoon boys, jarheads, airmen, paratroopers, marines, they ain't so bad. imagine one of them coming home to mama every night after the war was done.
and then it hit me. what if he don't come home after the war is done? what if he does come home, but with a missing leg or, a missing arm or both. will i still be strong enough to accept him for who he is, missing appendages and all? (wokay, WHOA now, CERTAIN appendages still HAVE to be attached, y'know what i mean, HAHA!) okay jokes aside. honestly? i can't tell. but more than likely, being the coward that i am, i hardly think so.
to all the strong women and children who had lost their husbands, fathers, brothers, uncles, nephews and sons, i salute you with nothing but gratitude and respect. behind every brave man in the army is his brave family as his pillar of support.
rest in peace, ESTILL, SHANNON EUGENE 1LT US ARMY WORLD WAR II