A fellow carpet-muncher friend of mine sought my divine lesbian knowledge yesterday afternoon. She demanded an explanation for how this particular contestant for the local annual Butch Hunt competition could even qualify as a butch. I nearly choked on my coffee when I saw her profile.
Never call yourself Calvin unless your last name’s Klein (even [...]
Eh, so how you lesbians have sex huh?
You eat pussy, I eat pussy. You use real cock, I use fake one lah. Fingers also.
Got fake one meh?
Got. Can buy from this place called U4ria at Orchard Road some more.
How you wear? Show me can?
Cannot.
The colloquial conversation I had was with a friend’s then-boyfriend-now-husband, who is [...]
Don’t you know, the entire office was eagerly waiting for you to explode! My project manager exclaimed with excitement.
Last Friday, I found myself reluctantly engaged in an argument with my copywriter, one that unfortunately grew a little too verbally violent. Inevitably, our boisterous argument drowned the rest of the voices in office. The office [...]
It seems odd to me when a fellow Ad person tells me he or she is unable to “sell himself/ herself” in an interview. Also, I find it inexcusable for one, who makes a living from creating desired needs (aka Wants) in a market, to say that he or she “can’t find a date because [...]
3 weeks ago, I was required to draft my personal credentials for this pitch I was involved in. 4 years of my advertising career downsized into a paragraph less than 100 words that took me almost 3 whooping hours to complete. Pathetic, coming from a person who fires out politically correct whothefuckdoyouthinkyouare emails drenched [...]
A car I saw parked at my offices’ carpark this afternoon.
How the hell he or she even passed his or her driving examination is beyond my comprehension.
Period. That irksome reminder that comes once a month, sometimes twice, which reaffirms God’s gender biasness. Why the hell are we women the ones who hold the eggs? Why are we the ones who need to ovulate every month while men get to shoot a million sperm like a Super Soaker gun? Why do they [...]
I’m watching Multiple Personalities Disorder, written by ohsobrilliant Mr. Miyagi (have you met his wife? HOTTTTT!), this Sunday with JJ at Drama Centre.
Where the hell is Drama Centre?
I’m honestly not geographically handicapped, but seriously, where the hell is Drama Centre? I msn-ed a friend of mine and her reply was abso-fucking-lutely classic. She said…
Wherever lesbians [...]
