Now this was one heck of a car. It belonged to the doctor I went out with once (who turned out to be Dr McStalker, btw). When you're in college and you went out with a doctor who picked you up in a BMW, you pretty much became the coolest girl in class. Think along the lines of dreaming of becoming a socialite and you can get the picture of what went through my head while I was sitting in his car. Unfortunately, I was more in love with the car than I was with the doctor.

The cream of the crop, that's what this car was is. It belonged to *Dave, who at 5ft 11" was too tall for my petite stature. He also had a mean streak of sense of humor. You see, because the seats in his car was very deep, you could barely see me when I'm sitting inside his car. So for my birthday he specifically got me a cushion for his car (the joke was that it was pointless for him to be showing off his car when no one can see his girlfriend inside the car). My lack of leg length and body height was also the reason why I never got to (and never will) drive a Ferrari.

This was the "it" car back in the late 90's/early 2000. And when *Crazy Mofo let me drive it, I was like a kid in a candy store. At first I was driving around 80km/h because I was afraid that I might get us into an accident. It wasn't my car. Also I didn't have the money to pay for the repairs should there be any mishaps when I'm behind the wheels . But he encouraged me to step on it and before I knew it, I was driving at 200km/h. That was the fastest I've ever driven a car. The experience evoked the feelings of thrill as well as "fuck, I almost pissed in my pants!" at the same time.

This one is nowhere near as fast or as cool as the cars above. It literally was a crap car but I liked it. The exterior was tough, and it gave the aura that it was indestructible. However, it was very difficult to handle and I had to step on the clutch real hard in order to shift gears. But still, the car gave a sense of adventure, and that was always exciting to me.

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My underused white Strat... but she still sings like a beauty :)

I used to

inline skate. This was almost a daily ritual for me and was a good way to keep in shape. Cuts and bruises were worn like a badge of honor. When I moved to Kuala Lumpur to work, I left my skates back home, leaving this hobby behind too.

Me skating at the skatepark (or what used to be)in Kuching... probably moments before my face landed on the tar ;)

I used to

go rock climbing. I have a fear of heights and this was one way of overcoming that fear. I used to rock climb once a week with my friend. But he left to study in Australia and I just couldn't be bothered to find a replacement.

Pic from Arrowhead Pine Cone Festival

I used to

party excessively a lot. The routine was simple - the nights of Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays were devoted to clubbing and downing Vodka-related drinks (which was either served on the rocks or screwdriver).

Oh I lived for Fridays because they were a little bit special. Fridays would be our pre-clubbing get together, and that involved me and the girls sipping Margaritas at TGIF first. Then we'd head to one of the girls' home to shower & get ready for a whole night of dancing (and more drinking, of course). Most of the times (if we weren't all too drunk by then) we'd be the last to leave the club.

Pic from Online Toast writer

But these days the only drinks I drink is either beer or wine, or in other words the drinks for old people. These days I prefer to be able to hear and remember my conversations with people. And besides, how do you feel when you see a 30-something year old lady drunk and dancing on table tops? You kinda feel sad for her, don't cha? ;)

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The above is NOT Japanese Boy, although they do have the same body type.

Without consciously knowing it, I was secretly hiding in between the bookshelves so I could have a better look at him. I grabbed my girlfriend's hand and excitedly squealed to her,"OMG, you have to check this guy out. He's so HOT!!!"

"Well, why don't you just say hi to him?", she replied to me and without warning, just grabbed my hand and dragged me to him.

Anyways, to cut the story short, turns out Japanese Boy is a friend of hers. So we were formally introduced, hung out more and eventually ended dating each other.

In many ways, Japanese Boy was a perfect bf - charming, unbelievably good looking, body nicely toned and tanned, filthy rich, well-mannered, and my friends loved him (and I believe there were days when they'd rather hang out with him than with me).

But he was always on the horny side, which didn't go down to well with me. No seriously, he was like a horny energizer bunny on speed. And I didn't want to go down that road with him because there was that gut feeling telling me something was not quite right with my prince charming.

The resemblance is very cunning...

So anyways, one fine day he tells me he needed to go back to Japan for a month to visit his grandma. In my heart I was like,"Aawwww, so sweet! He adores his grandma."

Ok fine, I was thinking more about the gifts he was going to buy for me from Japan.

While he was in Japan, his cousin (whom I've grown quite close to) and I was doing our usual drinking session when the conversation went something like this:

Cousin: I can't believe you let him go back to Japan.
Perky: I don't see why not.
Cousin: You're the coolest girlfriend.
Perky: What do you mean?
Cousin: He's there to be with his ex-girlfriend.

Cousin then proceeds to take a picture from his wallet of this girl who looked like a porn star.

.........





Let's just say my reaction to that was very unladylike. But I played my cool and got my girlfriends to play along with my little revenge. When Japanese Boy came back, he didn't know that I had already found out about his affair. Because he had all this money to spend (and he wasn't stingy with it), my girls and I took him for a shopping spree.

It was fun at first, trying to burn a hole in his wallet. But unless if I was buying an island, it was very unlikely that he was going to be anywhere near broke. So I confronted him. Basically, he said he loved me very much but he's a man with certain needs and when those needs aren't met, he went looking for it with someone who would give it to him (which was always the said ex gf).

Yeap.

So anyways, long story cut short. I broke up with him. He went back to Porn Star Gf, gotten her pregnant, married her and only to divorce her a couple years later.

He did try to get back together even while he was married to her, but let's just say, it's kinda hard for me to take a guy seriously when the continuation of his generation depends on the lipstick between his legs.

Would you play with a lipstick?

*Writer has ZERO respect for men who cheats on their woman and a -50 respect for women who knows and yet stays with their cheating partners.

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Basically, this game is about outflirting your opponent. Do that and Victory Hair is yours for the taking! So try out your flirting skills by clicking the game above and who knows, you might actually be good enough to win the Victory Hair from Extreme Style by VO5.

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