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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Thou shalt not coveth thy neighbour's wife (or wives,just in case.)

So what's so great about being in the 40s? It's not. Great in a sense of "yeay..I've turned 40", I mean. What's so great about knowing you're approaching nearer to the grave? Rather, being in the 40s gives you a sense that you have finally established your inner self, or at least getting closer there. You're blessed with the realization that makes you feel, that perhaps you have finally got it together. Like a veil, lifted away from your vision and you more or less understand yourself, and you can see life in a much clearer perspective. It is more about you, rather than what people think about you. You're beginning to know who you are. You define yourself, and not let others' do that for you. Now, THAT is great.



When I was much younger, although I kept saying that I don't really give a fish what people think or say about me, I realise now, that subconsciously, I did care. I cared about what people say about my dressing, I know it mattered because, when I get negative feedback from others', I felt hurt easily.



Today, I could just walk out in my shorts and spaggeti string top when I throw my garbage without a care in the world. In my mind, if my righteous neigbours don't like how I look, then settle their sentiments by simply not looking. I mean, if you claim you are "alim", then even naked women won't move your iman, or if it does, the next best thing is to look away. After all, I will be in my own compound which I have paid for not from their pockets but my own, therefore, let me have my privacy. The best thing to give each other privacy is not by spying, prying or looking into the neighbours house. The time to look into neighbours' matters is when they need help or when there are suspicious characters hovering the house,or it's vicinity, or when you just want to be friendly. Otherwise, if you have nothing good to say, practicing reticence would be wise. (especially when you have pseudoschizophrenic with verbal diarrhea neighbours like me!!). Funny though, where the so called "alim" people dissapeared to when you need help trying to catch the robbers. (trust me, I am talking from past experience) .

Hmmm...maybe that is why 3 of my neighbours right across had shifted out. Maybe they reaaaallllly cannot tahan to see me in my skimpy attire, and in a last attempt to save their marriages from crumbling due to insecurities of their overweight wives, or husbands with philandering records, they've decided that it was better to move out to a less vulgar neighbourhood!!!
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Saturday, November 24, 2007

Turning 40...The Beginning....

Oh yes. I remember my 40th birthday. I was down with a 39degrees fever unlike described by Frank Sinatra's "you give me fever, what a lovely way to burn.". Instead, it was an old lady who gave me that darn fever and trust me, fever caused by bloody virus is definitely not a lovely way to burn. My favourite teacher use to tell me to think of something positive, when you are down. The only positive thing I could think of at that time, was that I was running the right body temperature for giving an excellent felatio. What? It's impossible to think about hiking the Everest when you're already more nauseaus than imagining what the altitude could do to the last content of your food intake.

On a hindsight, I wouldn't have it any other way. You know what they say about a little near death experience is good to get one's life into perspective. ( Hey, I am an Aries, and an Arien is an eternal attention seeking child. It's not my fault I'm a Drama Queen). Well, in my time of despair, there and then I made an important decision in my life. I've decided that it was awful to plunge myself in an abyss of self pity and misery and I will not allow myself a second visit there. I've decided that, turning 40 will be a dawn of a new chapter in my life. I've decided to take charge in writing the plot in this chapter and the theme is being happy while continuing my pursue towards achieving harmonious wealth.

Oh yes, I am an Oprah sucker and in case you've missed the episode where the some experts defined "harmonious health", I'll just fill you in. Harmonious wealth comprises of 5 elements which are, intelligence, spiritual, relationships, health and material wealth. Sitting alone in bed running a temperature that could cook an egg had it landed on my naval (which is a tricky thing considering the extra fat deposited through the years had made it convex rather than concave...) , obviously I need to work more on the health part.

So, on my 40th birthday, I did not go anywhere to celebrate it. That night, I realise I had been in a place where I've not been for a long time. I had been to ME......Suddenly, turning 40 sounds like a dawn of a new begining...
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Thursday, November 22, 2007

Welcome to my age box...The Introduction

Welcome to my new blog. You can call me...oh..just call me Auntie Dot, of course that is not my real name. Nobody puts their real name on the blog. Only idiots do I suppose. Just think of me as the new aunt on the blog. I know it sounds less appealing than the New Kids On The Block, but I think boy bands are so yesterday. The stories in here however, are going to be, I promise you, as authentic as it can get.

Of course I am 40 plus. ( Hellooo....notice the blog title?) . I got it from somewhere that, 40 is the begining of an end, which I beg to differ really. I also got this from somewhere,"40 is when I finally begin to get my head together, only to have my body starting to fall apart." . This one I cannot contradict. It's true what they say, that you can't win them all. C'est la Vie !!

Of course I am a woman. Why would I open up a blog about being in the 40s unless I am one. Men don't talk like we women do. They are so busy trying to live up to their macho expectations. Otherwise they are busy trying to conquer something or fight evil or create issues that cause us women talking in the first place, or whatever it is men do to show how different they are from women. Of course I am not talking about Metrosexual men. Now, someone should open a blog on Metrosexuals.

Unlike men, when women have a crisis, we talk, and talk and talk about it until we decide we are tired of talking. How do you think Oprah is ranked Number 1 in Forbe's "Who made the most money" list, three years in a row. The fact that she is a Billionaire, simply goes to show how much women like to talk. We do it not so much of trying to find solution to a problem, but more so of having to get the problem off our chests. That's when men do not decipher us. They offer solution and get upset if women reject them, when all they could have done to spare the squabble is to just shut up and listen. Not hear us, but listen. Not too hard isn't it?

I will stop at this introduction. There are many interesting things that I would like to share with you from my own experience upon turning 40. I will now go sit in my garden, and get inspired, or get sick of the zen-ness, or whichever that comes first, and come back in here with brilliant things to narrate. I will try to bring you into this journey called life, as a 40year plus sees it (with or without the glasses. Now that's another addition to a 40year old. You can disguise the gray hair with a bit of coloring, but the reading glasses is a dead give away!!!).

This blog may come in handy for men who need to understand women,(or even those who have given up understanding women and prefer to stay obtuse) and women trying to understand themselves. . (See, that is why men find women hard to understand.. Even the women find it almost impossible to comprehend ourselves!!!) . And about men and women trying to decipher life itself. You may learn something from my past experiences. Until then, ladies and gentlemen.......welcome to my age box....

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