on men's and women's magazines.

conversation at work today:

jcc: my dad received a copy of xx men's magazine the other day. he said it was all rubbish. but i thought it was quite a good read!

me: oh that mag's pretty good innit? lots of interesting articles.

jcc: yup. men's magazines are so much more credible. more intelligent. they actually talk about socio-economic issues and things like that.

me: yah lor yah lor. women's magazines are so fluffy.

jcc: exactly. i mean all they tell you is how to dress to suit your body shape. how to use make-up. how to satisfy your men in bed. quite boring after a while. they don't even have real articles.

me: innit? one over-used article - date rape. i must have read it like 3 times.

jcc: yah! and what about the aunt agony columns? "dear aunt aggy, my boyfriend and i have been together for 3 years, and we really love each other. but he's been coming home recently with the smell of another woman's perfume on him. what should i do?"

me: or or or "dear aunt aggy, my husband and i have been together for 3 years, and we really love each other. but i've been having secret fantasies about his sexy new female colleague. am i a lesbian?"

jcc: "aunt aggy, how can we make our sex life more interesting?"

me: my personal favourite, "dear aunt aggy, my boyfriend has been suggesting a threesome with another woman. is he losing interest in me?"

ly: you all diss women's magazines. but you girls have obviously read enough of them to know what's in them right?

me: *silence* your point being?

men's magazines are the way to go from now on.

fucked over.

i've had it with being fucked over by people who do not care. i think i've had the mickey taken out of me long enough.

c is right. i should stop asking "why?" and move on.

it's time to let go.

happy birthday.

for all your narcissism and vanity,
for all your jibes and abuses,
for all of being the most insulting person any girl can know,
thank you still, for your self-depracating humour and optimism,
for being my friend,
for being you.

happy birthday ludicrous.

hypochondriac.

house m.d.'s turning me into a hypochondriac. every minor flu, cough, fever or rash now has the potential to turn into a life-threatening disease. everything around me can kill me - termites, copper, cat's hair.

sleeping too much? it could be the neurological disorder, african trypanosomiasis, otherwise known as the sleeping sickness. cough that won't go away and blisters all over your body? it just might be leprosy.

everything can happen, and anything's possible.

the world is too dangerous. i think i'm going to hide under my duvet.

p.s. i love you.

a touching, heart-warming tale about life after the death of a close one, p.s. i love you is a chick-lit unlike any other.

i loved this book, and now it's been made into a movie! starring academy award winner hilary swank, and gerard butler of phantom of the opera, and more recently, 300 fame.

gosh, i can't wait to see this!

house m.d.

"what would you want? a doctor who holds your hand while you die, or a doctor who ignores you while you get better? i guess it would particularly suck to have a doctor who ignores you while you die."

i've recently gotten myself hooked on this little gem of a medical drama. i've watched only 4 episodes so far, and i can't wait to see the rest.

hugh laurie plays a bitter yet brilliant diagnostician, dr. gregory house, who possesses neither a bedside manner nor social skills, but whose unconventional thinking and pure brilliance earns our reluctant respect. his brutal honesty is immensely entertaining, and one can only wish to be half as forward as he is. week after week, he tackles puzzle after medical puzzle with his select group of young experts in order to save lives.

a comparison between medical dramas is inevitable. but note this: house m.d. is nothing like grey's anatomy - it is far more intelligent, and no less entertaining than the latter. the producers of house m.d. have done a magnificent job in assembling a brilliant cast who brings to life a very well-written script.

watch it. you won't regret it.

lost.

i refer not to the hit tv series, but to my life.

i think i'm in dire need of some direction.