One more day to the end of 2014 before we effortlessly flip and tumble into 2015!
Have you made your NY resolution list yet?
Tuesday 30 December 2014
Monday 29 December 2014
2 More Hot Days To 2015!
I'm trying to shake this damn cold so I can, for once, stay up and usher in the new year. I haven't stayed up past midnight on the 31st December for the past, oh, I don't know, 10 years? Thought I'd do it this year.
Sunday 28 December 2014
3 Days to 2015!
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| Now that I'm on leave, and I'm feeling much better after a bout of chest infection, I'm gonna indulge in a bottle or two.... or three of these babies. I love 'em! My favourites are Orange Ginger and Wild Berries... What's yours? |
Saturday 27 December 2014
4 More Sizzling Days To 2015!
Things sure are heating up... the weather, that is. Looks like warmer days and even hotter firies in action for the next couple of days.
Only 4 more days to go!
Friday 26 December 2014
5 Hot Days To 2015!
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, 5 more hot days to 2015. Time to make New Year resolutions, if you're into it. Personally I haven't made any for years now. I'm an own-time, own-target sort of person.
I'm fighting a chest bug at the moment. So how are you doing post-Christmas?
Thursday 25 December 2014
Merry Christmas! Selamat Hari Natal! Shèngdàn jié kuàilè! Feliz Navidad!
To family, friends, far and near,
I would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
May the next year bring you good health, plenty of wealth and good food, surrounded by love, laughter and loved ones.
Wednesday 24 December 2014
NOT FOR KIDS!
'Twat The Night Before Christmas..... NOT FOR KIDS
Not for kids...... If you know "'Twas the night before Christmas", you'll be familiar with this.......
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house,
There was a spider at the ceiling, in my own house,
Its webs were hung from curtain to chair,
In hopes that a fly or a moth will soon get stuck there.
The kids were sprawled out, all snoring in their beds,
While visions of crocodiles and Kesha thrashed in their heads,
With ol' hubby in his boxers and I in my dacks,
Had just settled our arguments about some crap.
When in the bedroom the thing arose was a matter,
I sprang from the bed when I disagreed with THAT matter,
Away to the toilet I flew like a flash,
Tore open a pack of earplugs to put an end to the clash....
The mood in the room was sullen and low,
I was in no mood with doing, with him, anything "down below"
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But my very reliable vibrator with one big vibrating gear....
With a little lever, it jumped lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be MY stiff dick,
More rapid than before, I cried when I came,
After which I sighed in relief and I gave it a name.Maybe Adam or Bruce or maybe Dick-son!
Christopher, Danny, Elvis and even Richard Nixon?
Whatever it was it had me climbing the wall,
Now the feeling is ebbing away, away with it all.
Not as dry as before, and my wild hair fly,
When I meet with an obstacle, I let profanity fly,
So up to no good, I let my fantasies stew,
With a drawer full of toys and dirty magazines too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard a little "hoomph",
The snoring of ol' hubby right through the roof,
As I drew in my head, and turned around,
I fantasised a hunky man coming with a bound.
He was dressed all in Zegna, from head to his foot,
And he had manly cologne and he smelt oh so good,
A bundle of joy, he was hung in the sack,
And he looked like Marcel Nguyen, with a 6-pack.
His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples how cheery!
His bum cheeks were hard, his hands were all touchy feely!
My drooly mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his hands reached lower, and lower down below.
His stump of a pipe I held tight in my teeth,
As if I was smoking it, encircling its head like a wreath,
He had a broad chest and a flat belly,
That didn't shake when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
He had a chubby, no need of a pump, alright by itself,
And I laughed when I saw him, pointing to himself,
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know, I was in for a treat.
He sprang to his feet, when he saw me, he gave a whistle,
And filled me up good until I felt him jerk,
And laying his finger, to where, oh he knows,
And giving a nod, up the tunnel, he rose!
At last, he sprang to his feet, and to his limo gave a whistle,
And away he flew, like a well oiled missile,
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to you, and see you again tomorrow night!"
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house,
There was a spider at the ceiling, in my own house,
Its webs were hung from curtain to chair,
In hopes that a fly or a moth will soon get stuck there.
The kids were sprawled out, all snoring in their beds,
While visions of crocodiles and Kesha thrashed in their heads,
With ol' hubby in his boxers and I in my dacks,
Had just settled our arguments about some crap.
When in the bedroom the thing arose was a matter,
I sprang from the bed when I disagreed with THAT matter,
Away to the toilet I flew like a flash,
Tore open a pack of earplugs to put an end to the clash....
The mood in the room was sullen and low,
I was in no mood with doing, with him, anything "down below"
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But my very reliable vibrator with one big vibrating gear....
With a little lever, it jumped lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be MY stiff dick,
More rapid than before, I cried when I came,
After which I sighed in relief and I gave it a name.Maybe Adam or Bruce or maybe Dick-son!
Christopher, Danny, Elvis and even Richard Nixon?
Whatever it was it had me climbing the wall,
Now the feeling is ebbing away, away with it all.
Not as dry as before, and my wild hair fly,
When I meet with an obstacle, I let profanity fly,
So up to no good, I let my fantasies stew,
With a drawer full of toys and dirty magazines too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard a little "hoomph",
The snoring of ol' hubby right through the roof,
As I drew in my head, and turned around,
I fantasised a hunky man coming with a bound.
He was dressed all in Zegna, from head to his foot,
And he had manly cologne and he smelt oh so good,
A bundle of joy, he was hung in the sack,
And he looked like Marcel Nguyen, with a 6-pack.
His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples how cheery!
His bum cheeks were hard, his hands were all touchy feely!
My drooly mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his hands reached lower, and lower down below.
His stump of a pipe I held tight in my teeth,
As if I was smoking it, encircling its head like a wreath,
He had a broad chest and a flat belly,
That didn't shake when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
He had a chubby, no need of a pump, alright by itself,
And I laughed when I saw him, pointing to himself,
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know, I was in for a treat.
He sprang to his feet, when he saw me, he gave a whistle,
And filled me up good until I felt him jerk,
And laying his finger, to where, oh he knows,
And giving a nod, up the tunnel, he rose!
At last, he sprang to his feet, and to his limo gave a whistle,
And away he flew, like a well oiled missile,
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to you, and see you again tomorrow night!"
Wednesday 17 December 2014
Almost 7 Days To Christmas!
Where's my fairy godmother with her magic wand!!!!
Friday 12 December 2014
Saturday 6 December 2014
4 December 2014 ~ Finally! The Stars and The Moon Aligned!
Dear Emily was the photographer and she is missing in these pictures. So, here's one specially of her.
After many non-attendance for luncheons, I finally caught a break and was able to attend my first evening do with the Tai Tais. I am truly grateful to the organisers of this dinner. It's a mammoth task trying to get this get-together to happen. But luck was on our side, the stars, the moon and the asteroids aligned and we had a blast of a time.
10 individuals, 10 families, 10 lives to sort out in order to get these 10 Tai Tais to wind out and have some much awaited fun boosted with such a gastronomical experience.
The venue? Modo Mio
The food were served on platters, more than plates. Very impressive.
A sumptuous dinner is never complete without..........
Mouth-watering desserts.... The mango sorbet was really heavenly.... and the tiramisu was absolutely gorgeous!
Hours just flew past and before we knew it, it was almost midnight and we trotted, all in 3-inch heels (and some, above), to the Crown Metropole atrium for some paparazzi fun.
Yes, mine.
The next few photos are of royalty...
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| Queen Alicia, my God Daughter |
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| Queen Ratna |
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| Queen Philina |
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| Queen Wendy |
Queen Phek Hia
Queen Nora
And Queen Mee
Not a flattering picture at all, taken by a very smooth talking Crown employee...
And some random pictures taken during the night.
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