Ai Wei’s Blogs

I’ve always believed that life is like a train ride.
People from all walks of life board the train, and you never know when they’ll alight.
Some care enough to stay, while some take you for a ride.
And sometimes you fall into a crappy mood and order others to get outta your cabin.
Then there are times when you meet the irritating ones who board and alight as and when they wish that you just want to scream at them “YOU THINK TRAIN RIDE NO NEED TO PAY AH??!!”
But its the unpredictability that makes the ride thrilling and exhilarating.
I just hope that I won’t arrive at the final destination a lonely, desperate, saggy, old woman, and still alone.
Please God, wherever you are, please bless me with at least 3 other passengers so that I can play mahjong til the day I die.

1. All men lie.
2. If they don’t they’re thinking about it.
3. All men crave sex.
4. If they don’t, see rule No. 1.

Just a little suggestion for your consideration.

step 1: Approach with discreet
When your boss is in his/her office, they can sense your desire for more money. If you don’t sneak up, they’re likey to disappear just as you work up your nerves to talk to him. (BITCH!!!)

Step 2: Smile, giggle, and do a little dance
This will confuse him/bitch.

Step 3: Gradually work dollar-sign motions into your dance.
This will subtly introduce the topic of money.

Step 4: Do your best imitation of a cash register.
This will unsubtly continue the topic of money.

Step 5: Pull out your empty pockets (best if got holes), shrug, and make your ‘saddest clown’ face.
If your boss (him/MEGA BITCH) laughs and applauds at this point, you have to realise that it’s going to be tough …

I’ve gotten a feedback today that its almost impossible to know me as a person by reading my blog.
Which is true.
I would very much like to tell you all about my daily routines, how much coffee i drank, how many strands of noodles i had at lunch, or that i lost an eyelash today while trying to remove the stubborn mascara.
But will that help in understanding me better, as a person?
is my personality determined by how much time i spent in the toilet?!
the more i thought about it, the more it didn’t make sense.
so i decided to NOT think about it.
Instead, i’m gonna think about how my friend has a secret blog and he refuses to give me the address to it.