For Asian music lover, Asian Groove is the best. Most of the songs are in Indian, but different dialects. There’s Punjab, Hindi, Tamil, etc. My favorite would be the last track in the album called Aankh Naal. It’s a techno bhangra song by Kam Dhillon, pure genius. Another great track is from a British born South Indian, Susheela Raman called Mamavatu. A simple guitar and tabla number, her voice flow smoothly with the music.

Another great album is the Euro Lounge. The first track, Un Simple Histoire is absolutely haunting. Done by the awesomeness guys from Thievery Corporation, it is no mistaking that this is the best track in the album. Sweet Sadness, by Jean Gabin, is another track of note. Instrumental, piano playing interspersed with electronica and percussion, another pure genius. You may want to sit down while listening to this album or you might as well just dance because it makes you want to dance. For Astrud Gilberto’s fans, you must check out Bossa Nostra’s track called Jackie. Euro Lounge is a must when you are considering the Putumayo Presents series. I can’t say that it is the best because the whole collection is just too great to be missed, but Euro Lounge definitely in the top 5. Also a great album for chillin' out.

My sister is a big fan of Latin music, and if you are too, do check out the Afro-Latino. It’s a simple album, filled with guitar laden tracks, which is a trademark of classic Latin music. Great tracks include the 8 minute long Mueve La Cintura Mulata by Cuarteto Oriente, Vivo en el Monte by Papi Oviedo and Yay Boy by Africando. Another great Latin album would be the Latino! Latino! And my favorite track from this one would be the Volver a Verte by Oscar d'León.

Middle Eastern music lover, don’t fret, there’s something for you. Sahara Lounge and Arabic Groove are for you. Tracks from Sahara Lounge are much more vibrant and extravagant + modernism, while Arabic Groove sticks with the good old Middle Eastern sound. From Sahara Lounge, love love love Shiraz by Sharif and Fly by Ilhan Ersahin. Shiraz especially, will make your hair stand. It’s like something that came out from The Fifth Element. It’s an instrumental track by the way. For Arabic Groove, the names is much more familiar, from Cheb Tarik to Amr Diab, you just have got to love these guys. Amr Diab track that made it into this album is Amarain. Hisham Abbas is back with his awesomeness track, Intil Waheeda.

Be free, the world is your musical background. There’s so many good music out there, expand your horizon. And Putumayo Presents is a great way to start.

When you reach a certain age, you just know that you must take good care of yourself. For me, it came a little bit late, at the ripe age of 23. I realize that while I’m getting older, it’s not too late for me to start taking care of my body. So my friends, I would like to tell you guys that I am a vegetarian now.

It’s been 3 weeks since I start taking vegetarian food and skipping dinner at night. I stop nibbling on junk food and recently gave up to the idea of taking chocolates. Not altogether, but I control my sugar intake. I give myself chocolate once a week, at most. And to my surprise, vegetarian food near my work place is quite tasty. My sister told me vegetarian food is as good as trying to cheat your body into thinking that you are actually taking real meat. Some of the menu is quite ridiculous, like the fake chicken, where they wrap tofu (or is it soy?) on popsicle stick. But I love the sweet and sour char kueh (is that what you call them?), which is a must for me everyday. Even the stall worker knows that it is my favorite side dish.

Did you guys bought that? Actually, the reason why I take vegetarian food is because non vegetarian food is fucking expensive over here. I can get cheap food, but I have to walk, which is not exactly my favorite pastime. So yes, the reason why I take vegetarian food is not because I’m leading a healthy lifestyle, but it is because I’m cheap.

inna lillah wa inna 'ilayhi raji'un

Shock, sad, disbelief, this is just some of the feelings I get when my mum text me this message yesterday:

“Tiara’s ex-husband, Hani Mohsin, passed away at KLIA this morning”

When you read the life story of Hani Mohsin, you thought this kind of thing only happens in books or movies. He’s only 43 years old, and the only child. Both his parents passed away long ago and most of the time, he’s alone. He had a child from his previous marriage, a girl. When the girl is not with him, can you imagine how lonely his life is? There’s no one to talk to, no one to confide in, it is absolutely tragic. You can never tell if he is sad because he always have this smile on his face.

I was never a big fan of Hani Mohsin, but I do enjoy watching Roda Impian (local version of Wheel Of Fortune) on Astro Ria once in a while. And as the host of the show, Hani Mohsin was at his best. His charm, his brilliant smile, his dedication and professionalism makes him one of the most prominent stars in Malaysia. His passing is a huge blow for the Malaysian entertainment industry and he will be deeply missed.

This reminds me to always remember what my mum told me. No matter who you are, how rich, how poor, how fat, how thin, how tall, how short, how famous, how unpopular, always remember that as a human being, our journey always end at the same place, death. The only difference is when and how. You will never know when God will end your life so we must always be prepared for the journey.

May Allah SWT bless his soul and put him among the faithful. Al-Fatihah.

Especially when you are not paying for the items you are buying. I went to The Zone, a supposedly tax free shopping complex in JB and they are having a huge sale, on all products. I as always, drag my parents to the sale, equip them with the gold plastic thingy and magnetic strip and went to a shopping spree! Not exactly spree, but I got a few items for my daily needs. I got a shirt, a pair of sandal and a bitchingly cool yellow Camel Active sling bag. I love love love the price cut. As Kramer from Seinfeld put it, retails are for suckers! I was going to get a Crumpler, but son of a bitch is goddamn expensive so I have to make do with a Camel Active. Never mind, I’ll be getting my first paycheck end of this month so I can start saving for my dream bag, the Louis Vuitton Damier Broadway.

............... I need a therapist

Best Trait: Ambitious, Athletic, Robust & Self-Confident, Natural Leaders

Worst Trait: Arrogant, Vain, Insensitive, And Ruthless

Famous Os: Ronald Reagan, Queen Elizabeth, John Lennon, Paul Newman, Elvis Presley, Gerald Ford, Mikhail Gorbachev, Al Capone (!!)

I would go thru this one by one, but I have the same blood type as Al Capone so I might as well go kill myself right now.

By now, most Malaysians, including the deaf, mute, blind and headless, pretty much know about the upcoming marriage of our Malaysian darling with an older guy twice her age. People are making a big hoo-hah about it, I don’t understand why. When I saw their press conference on TV the other day, they looked genuinely happy. I am happy for them, especially her. She is in her prime and it’s a smart move that she is getting married before she reaches the age of 30.

But in our mind, we kept asking this question, “Why him?” Are there not enough eligible bachelors in Malaysia? I may be out of the question, but rich young yuppies are practically everywhere now. Take a stone, throw it blindly into any direction and when it hit a person, that person is a rich yuppie. She’s 27, and he’s 47. Nice. He got 3 kids from previous marriage and all of them are very young, roughly in their late teens and early 20’s. And with a bushy moustache like that, can you imagine how thick his pubic would be? Please Mr. Khalid, would you please shave off that “thing” before you guys get married? Unless you are Tom Selleck in your previous life, I don’t see why you want to keep that “girl repellant”.

I would like congratulate them again and may they stay together for the rest of their lives. No divorces please, make it work. I am so sick of listening to people who got married, and got a divorce in a blink of an eye. And don’t listen to those snarly criticisms, they are just jealous.

You guys should know by now that I am the kind of person that doesn’t give a shit what people think about me, both my personality and appearance. But having a job made me realize of things that I’ve been missing my whole life, especially with a girl that I like so much around me all the time. I may sound vain and all self righteous for the next few sentences, so bear with me. You see, I haven’t been using hair gel for the past 23 years. And that means never. I don’t know why but I hate that gooey stuff on my head. I rather have a dorky, flat and dull hair than having to stare at the mirror, trying to get my hair right (ehem ehem, this is also a sly jab at someone, just in case he is reading). But now, I can’t leave home without it. I do believe that it made me look better somehow. And thanks to the Burgundy shine courtesy of Revlon ColorSilk (da best hair color ever!), I’ve never look better (you must be gagging right now, don’t you?).

I have been getting a lot of attention for the past couple of days and I’m serious! This auntie who is staying in front of our house actually said that I look handsome! She saw me one morning getting into the car to get to work, and told that to my maid. I don’t know if she’s on Prozac or any other medication, but it did make me feel good. I didn’t show it of course, but I ass and nose did grew twice the size after hearing that. And for the first time in my life, girls actually gave me second glances. Before, they take one look at me and shout “Demon! Demon!” and proceed to run to the nearest exit. But now, they actually smile when I look at them. And girls flirt with me, an idea that seem alien to me not too long ago (23 years people, 23 years) and I am not kidding. I was at Guardian Pharmacy yesterday buying something for me dad, and the cashier girl actually stopped me for chit chat, asking whether I’m a Chinese or Malay, where I stay, etc cetera. It goes for a good 5 minute before she let me go. Can’t blame her, I was having this sexy smoldering thing going on. And just now, at McDonalds drive through, the girl asked me if I just got out of work, coz I looked tired, and then she compliment my wallet (yeah right, you want me, don’t you?). I know you good looking bastards out there get this all the time, so don’t judge me!

Back to the girl I like (I’m not using adorable anymore, it sounds cheesy and cheap, I could vomit). We had a progress, and that we had this innocent text flirting yesterday. It was the first and I pray to God it wouldn’t be the last. The best thing is she started it! My prayer has been answered! For some odd reason, she text me late last night, but in the message she didn’t say anything, except my platform name. It said “Marc!”. It was kinda weird, so I replied the message. She replied back only this morning, saying she had nothing better to do so she sent me that message. And then she said she is waiting for the bus, very boring, so we had a “text”ing good time before I bid her au revoir and drive to the office. I couldn’t stop smiling all the way to the office, with Lauren Wood – Fallen and The Beatles – And I Love Her blaring from the car stereo.

I can’t predict the future, but I do hope I get to date her. I want to ask, but the prospect of getting a rejection and being on 26^th floor and all, it’s a scary notion is it not? Well, I think I let our friendship mature first before doing anything drastic. It’s too early to show my true colors anyway.

Goodbye lacklusters, the blockbusters are upon us. First up, Superman Returns. It has been a while since Superman last grace the big screen, and now he is back, bigger and better. For you ignorant people out there, Superman Returns is a direct continuation of the first Superman movie (or was it the second, not too sure either), but it’s definitely not a remake. For the new installment of Superman, they’ve brought it none other than Bryan Singer, the guy that gave us the awesomeness X-Men 1 and X-Men 2. The role of Superman is filled by a newcomer named Brandon Routh. This is his first film, and also a breakthrough role for him. And Lois Lane is played by the cute, multi colored eyes Kate Bosworth. Kevin Spacey was roped in as the bald villain, Lex Luthor. Superman is back from his trip to Krypton and he’s been missing for 5 years, searching for the truth about his past. He came back without an answer, and resume his daily life as Clark Kent. To his surprise, he found out that Lois Lane got hitched with a guy from Daily Planet and produced a kid out of the relationship. The kid is 5 years old. Kent went MIA for 5 years. Hmmm, interesting…………

The story is not to my liking. It’s a little bit too melodramatic and sappy. The action sequences are good, and Bryan Singer did try to bring in that darker side of Superman in the film, but for some odd reason, it just doesn’t work. It worked pretty well when Christopher Nolan did it with Batman Begins, but Superman Returns, the bright colors kind of ruin it for me. There are some scenes in the film that reminds me of Spiderman 2. Brandon Routh as Superman is spot on. He is Superman. He’s amazing in every scene. Not so much with Lois Lane though. I love Kate Bosworth, and she should be around Lois Lane’s age, but I think she’s looks a little too young for Lois Lane, and too short. I would’ve preferred a taller girl, but slightly shorter than Clark, with much more energy in her. Kevin Spacey, can’t really say anything bad about him because he is the best. One of the most versatile actors in Hollywood, next to Paul Giamatti and William H. Macy. Visual Effect in the film was pretty lame. Some of them look ridiculously fake. I thought WETA handled the vfx? It vfx should be as good as, if not better, than LOTR.

Pirates Of The Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest is the sequel to the highly successful Pirates Of The Caribbean: Curse Of The Black Pearl (damn, that’s a mouthful). Johnny Depp is back as the eccentric and weird Captain Jack Sparrow and so does most of the principal cast. That includes Orlando Bloom as William Turner and Keira Knightley as Elizabeth Swann. This time around, Sparrow is being chased by an old acquaintance, Davy Jones who 13 years ago gave him the Black Pearl, the ship that makes Jack Sparrow a captain. Now Davy Jones wants something back from Sparrow. If you knew Sparrow like I knew Sparrow, you know that he don’t play by the rules. So he went out in search of a chest containing Davy Jones’s heart to use it as a pawn in his game of treasure hunting and sea domination. Meanwhile, Swann and Turner was about to get married when an asshole, Lord Beckett issued an arrest warrant for both Swann and Turner for their involvement in helping Jack Sparrow escape. He of course, is only using that as an excuse. He needs Turner to meet with Sparrow and steal or get something from him, a compass.

Compared to the first one, this one was a letdown. It wasn’t bad, but I love the story from Black Pearl instead. There’s plenty of comedy in Dead Man’s Chest, but not as funny and hilarious like Black Pearl. Some jokes are rather dry and predictable. Gore Verbinski did a beautiful job with the direction. The use of wide open seas and lush jungle made the movie beautiful. Some of the dark environments are very Gore Verbinski, which is apparent especially on the ship. You may remember his style from The Ring and Curse Of Black Pearl. Johnny Depp is as amazing as, if not better, than before. Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley seriously need to reconsider acting. I know that she was nominated for an Oscar early this year, but she is goddamn awful in Dead Men’s Chest. Never been a fan of Bloom, always thought of him of just a pretty face, nothing more. The visual effect from Dead Man’s Chest totally blew Superman Returns out of the water. It was abso-fucking-lutely top notch. The characters from the Flying Dutchman (Davy Jones’s ship) were rendered flawlessly. The exploding ship, the attacking Kraken, the creatures, everything was near perfect. I know WETA is hot right now, but ILM is still the king of visual effect.

Both films have its pros and cons. For me, I enjoyed watching both in the cinema and it’s highly entertaining for both adults and children. You guys should watch both in cinema to experience it, but if you’re cheap and can only go for one movie, I would have to say Pirates Of The Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. It’s just the better movie.

First of all, I am sorry for the lack of regular updates. This stupid training is really taking its toll on my personal and social life. From 9am to 6pm, I am confined in a room that is barely bigger than my own, learning things that I really don’t want to learn. Of course it is very important that I learn all those stuff so I could help those greedy bastards when they call in. But thanks to the new seating arrangement, I am sitting next to my dream girl, who from now onwards, I will call her “adorable”. It wouldn’t be nice if I use her real name.

I got quite attached to adorable these past few days. Not that kind of attach you stupid pervert! I mean friendly. On Wednesday especially, we had drinks together (with 2 other colleagues unfortunately). She’s a year younger than me. Her last relationship ended a year ago, and to my horror, it was a pretty serious relationship, 4 years! He was her childhood sweetheart and they grew up together and their families know each other. I don’t think I can top that. So the chance of reconciliation is pretty high. She did tell me though they ended on a bitter term and it was pretty severe. And it was the only time she uses the f-word on him. Oh, and she picked up this unhealthy habit which you guys should be familiar with after they broke up. Pretty common among girls these days. I'm not judging by the way, and it's totally her choice.

Tomorrow I have to go into office, fuck! I am so looking forward to Saturday and those bitches asked me to go into office, total abomination! Thank god it’s only half day. Do you guys know that now I slept at 12 midnight instead of 3am? My biological clock is totally screwed up for the first few days. I still need to get used to it. Can’t imagine if they put me on the night shift. Total murder suicide. Even now, typing this, I am soooooooooooooo sleepy. All I can think of right is my bed, and adorable of course. I am in a phase of what the Malays would call “Angau”, or lovesick. Totally uncool, but it’s a very nice feeling I must say. I guess you guys have to get used to the new Ari then. And also, I’ve been listening to much too many love songs. The latest one is Fallen by Lauren Wood (thanks Sarah’s Mummy for recommendation. The song was fab!)

p/s: forgot to tell you guys that at my office, all the officers (that’s me!) must have a unique platform name. I can’t use Ari or Arief since someone have the same or similar name. You are now looking at “Marc”. Yep, that’s my platform name. When they asked me to choose something different, and all I can think of is “Marc Jacobs”. So I put “Marc” as the first choice, and “Jacobs” as my second choice. The approved the first one, thank god. I don’t see “Jacobs” in me, but “Marc” is definitely me (a guy in denial talking here). Everybody is calling me “Marc” now and I have been ignoring most of them since I’m going to need some time to get used to the name “Marc”.

What the fuck is wrong with him?! I’m seriously shocked by his antic last night. This was going to be his big sendoff, where he will be inducted into the hall of fame alongside Pelé and Maradona, and he decided to pull a Rooney instead and get the boot at the 110^th minute. Totally fucked up and unprofessional, just like that time when super imbecile, Figo head butt a Dutch player (forgot which match). Zizou is my favorite player of all time, and he managed to get the golden ball, and I hope the incident is not done without purpose. It was uncalled for, but there’s a probability that Materazzi pissed him off or something. If someone pissed me off, I would kick them in the nuts instead. That would be a swell sendoff!!

For his amazing “I’m-diving-so-we-can-get-a-penalty” dive during the semi-finals when Portugal met with the ever "so amazing yet performance in the second half is shitty as hell" France. That asshole sure is getting on my nerve. First, he got Rooney booted when he butt in during an argument. That’s actually Rooney’s fault, but worth mentioning anyway. The match was damn boring during the first half, and the second half we see France playing half heartedly. Get another goal you bastards! The first goal wasn’t that good to begin with, it’s just a penalty kick. And for the love of god, can you get a replacement for that bald midget guarding the French goal post? What the fuck is wrong with him anyway? During Portugal’s free kick, instead of catching the ball, he pushed it! Yeah, pushed it and give way to Portugal to score a goal. Thank god that imbecile, Figo, headed the ball over the goal post.

Look ma, same!

It’s was an ok match overall. Not as heart-thumping as Germany – Italy, but at least this one, they don’t go into extra time and that pathetic penalty shootout.

But I’m totally digging Paris Hilton new single, Stars Are Blind. I refused to listen to the song initially and go into a total denial of not wanting to listen to it. Lets face it, its Paris Hilton, when did she become a singer? But I saw the video a couple of days ago, and now I’m totally hooked, argh! The video is very cheapie, hookerish and the director is definitely blind (Chris Applebaum, you stupid ass!) I can’t stand bony girls with small boobs, but the song definitely won me over. The song unfortunately is going to be on my repeat list while I’m driving, pissing everybody who will be riding with me. It has this reggae tinge to it, and synthesizer laden voice. Very Gwen Stefani meets Kevin Lyttle, infectiously catchy.

Staaaarrrrss are bliiiiind…….goddammit!

A former assistant of my father (let’s name her Yati), who was an Indonesian, married a Malay guy a couple of years ago and they are blessed with two kids. Unfortunately for the older kid, she was born slightly darker than her sister. So the grandmother loves to make a joke out of it, how the older grandchild is “Indonesian Grandchild” while the younger one is a “Malaysian Grandchild”. Yati is so pissed at her mother-in-law that she came crying to my mother, saying how she is hurt by the mother in law’s words. My mum thinks it is absolutely ridiculous to cry over something like this. So what if your mother-in-law says that? You’re an Indonesian! There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides, it’s a joke and shouldn’t be take seriously.

Let me tell you a story. When I was growing up, I was a hell of a kid. I would go to my neighbor’s houses, play with their kids and make a mess. I’m very curious kid, so when I saw things that interest me, I would take it down and see what it was. All the neighbors in the neighborhood hate me. When they saw me coming their way to play with their kids, they would lock their gate and refuse to let me in. I was just a kid, so I don’t really understand why they would do that. My mum told me recently how she was hurt with how the neighbors are treating me. I said “So what? Maybe I was an asshole back then.” I don’t care if they want to hate me. All I care is that I grow up ok. Could’ve been in a better place, but I’m good. Hate me all you want, but I know I’m in a better place where there’s no hatred in me. Always remember Yoda: “Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering”. That is why it is so hard being a sarcastic guy like me. It’s hard being around people that are too sensitive. I love telling jokes, saying things that I really shouldn’t, but that’s me. I’m the kind of person you shouldn’t take thing seriously from. Like Chandler from Friends, I use jokes as a defense mechanism. When people start to ask me questions I don’t have the answer to it, I just make a joke.

So you see, I think we should lighten up a bit. Have a sense of humor. You should be able to laugh at yourself. God knows how many times I have laugh at myself, I’ve lost count. There will come times when things just pissed you off, which is unavoidable. Just take a deep breath, and laugh. Laughter is always the best medicine (that’s a little bit cliché, isn’t it?)

Getting married is not for the faint hearted. But it seems that everyone is trying to get married as soon as possible. I don’t know if they are desperate, but more and more young people, younger than me some of them, are starting to settle down. I guess the newspaper report that say there are far too many unmarried man is kinda over exaggerated don’t you think. I’m turning 23 in less than 2 months, and people have started to question me, when am I getting married, do you have a girlfriend? All I can say is what am I suppose to feed my wife and kids, sand? I don’t even have a job and people asking me to settle down. What is a perfect to get married anyway? I’m thinking for a guy, 30. That would be the age that I think I would be ready to commit. I want to be filthy rich before I get married, so I can give whoever is marrying me a good life. Well, not exactly filthy rich, maybe just a few Aston Martins and Porches in the garage are all right I guess.

For those rich bastards out there with platinum and diamond encrusted spoon up their ass, getting married early is not a problem. Take this friend of my dad for instance. His son is getting married soon and the wedding reception is going to cost him Rp400 million. That’s roughly RM200,000! My god, what kind of reception would cost that much? It could’ve bought me an awesome car, or a house/apartment. If I were to get RM200 grand to plan a wedding, I would:

• Have the akad ceremony at a kadi’s office, witnessed by family and closest friends.
• The reception will be at McDonalds. I buy each one of them a Happy Meal. Each comes with a toy that could also double as a party favor.
• Use RM100 grand for investment, and blow the other half on a very long honeymoon.

Ok, the McDonalds plan is pretty distasteful, but that’s pretty much sum up my view on too extravagant wedding. I understand that a wedding is once in a lifetime opportunity (yeah right. Tell that to a Hollywood people and they laugh right back at you), but there’s people out there that might take it the wrong way. Let’s face it, there’s no pleasing everyone. If you have it, I want it too. Having an extravagant wedding might send the wrong message to the others out there. Jealousy could erupt, friendship destroyed, and dignity tarnished.

The best reason for getting married is of course, love. The big L.O.V.E. I admire that. I admire people who can stay in love with the same person until the sweet release of death. I was in love once, and that was when I was in high school. We went on 2 dates, we went to a Malay movie (big mistake!) and that was that. After the second time we met, I got bored and never call her again. And she stopped calling me too. Last I heard, she met with an accident and now she’s legally blind. I’m such an asshole, aren’t I. I didn’t even make a move to contact her or anything. But hey, it was a long time ago and I was young back then. The only think that I really love is my family and my video games collection. I also had a few crushes back in high school and through college, but I was too pussy to accept the rejection that I am sure to get.

Another problem surrounding this marriage thing is that people these days get married for all the wrong reason. Some do it for the money, some for fame, some for the power, and some do it because of the accidental bastard they created while doing a 1 on 1 unprotected “experiment”. The last problem happens to a lot of my friends. One guy I haven’t met in a long time got married because of that. I never knew that he got married. My mum told me that they had the “experiment”, got pregnant, and got married in a hush hush ceremony. Another friend of mine in high school, a girl, also got married when she found out that she was sperminated (thanks Perezel for the new word). So much with the sex after marriage huh? There’s also another reason, parents. Some parents can be pretty insistent when it comes to their child getting married. Sometimes, it borders blackmail. For the unfortunate few, they have to marry someone that was chosen by their parents. Nice, for all I know, I’ll be marrying a transvestite without knowing it. I am so choosing my own wife. God knows what kind of crackwhore my parents would get for me. Sorry Ma, Pa. I love you guys, but I’m choosing my own wife, thank you very much.

Getting married is not without its barrier. There’s the social implication, like that woman who agreed to marry someone with HIV. I am very sorry that they guy contracted HIV, I really do, but is the girl doing the right thing? There’s too much risk involved, I don’t think I would be able to do it. There’s the religion barrier. I love you, you love me, but there’s no way I’m changing my religion. It could be really tricky having a relationship with someone who has different beliefs than you. Then there’s the language barrier. This one is very funny. I don’t know why anyone would be with someone who doesn’t speak the same language. Yep, it happens. Imagine, asking for sex could be pretty interesting. Let just say that there would be some rude hand gesture, I leave it at that. Worst of all, parents. Oh boy, parents can be a party pooper sometimes, especially when they want to know about everything. Are you having sex right? When are we getting our grandchildren? Is he/she from a rich family? Is she pretty? Does he have a huge dick? It goes on and on until it comes to the point where you feel like you have married the whole family instead of just a person.

I don’t like the idea of engagement. What is that, really? So we date for a year, then we got engaged for another two years. By the time we got married, we are sick with each other so we decided to call it off. Some people take engagement too seriously, its ridiculous. They have the whole ceremony worked out, it’s like the wedding itself. You love each other, get married. Why wait right? None of my brother and sisters had an engagement, and neither do I in the future. If you are truly meant for each other, there is no need for an engagement. Maybe a grace period between the day of proposal and the wedding date, but that’s about it.

Marriage is a beautiful thing and everyone should have it. I want to have it. Not too soon though, I’m still enjoying my single life. But I have to end it sooner or later whether I like it or not. Don’t let my post dampen your wedding plan. And always remember, when you can’t decide on something, moderation is always your best friend.

Call me sick, call me pervert, and call me psycho, I don’t care. Britney Spears poses naked and pregnant on the August issue of Harpers Bazaar (US Edition) and I find the photos totally hornyfying. I know I’m alone here since she got a lot of flak for the photos, but I still think she looks hot in the photos. Maybe it’s the motherly glow, the huge knockers, or the fact that photos have been severely edited and air brushed, I don’t know, but I love Britney in these photos:

Demi Moore had her naked and pregnant photos taken by Annie Leibovitz before for the Vanity Fair magazine in 1991. I guess that's where Britney takes her cue.