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May, 2010

  1. Missus Chan’s Relationship Advice #1

    May 1, 2010 by June:Wow

    The Organised Man is a control freak. Men like these need to keep every little detail in check. They are not people who use the search option because they don’t need it. They have every file on their computers organised to oblivion. You could ask them to pull out a phone bill from 600 B.C. and they would probably tell you exactly where they have it saved in PDF, Word, Paint and VLC, and that it’s backed up on a server in Fiji.

    This is also the sort of man who is fond of bags with lots of compartments. Not just any old compartments, but compartments that are the exact same size as the personal belongings he intends to keep in those compartments.

    If your man is not the sort to carry a bag, and you suspect him of being an “Organised Man”, just observe the manner in which he pays for stuff. The way he takes the cash out of his wallet will tell you a million things about his character.

    If he takes out his wallet, and lots of junk and crumpled papers fall out, or he fishes about for notes, and some fall to the floor and he is all over the place, he’s a keeper. If he has money crumpled up in his pockets instead of a wallet, you should marry him.

    Now compare that with a man who knows exactly where each note is, whose expression changes as he pulls them out, slowly. That twitch you just noticed is not him being a scrooge, but him registering and reacting to the disturbance that has just come upon his organised space. There is no way the Organised Man would allow receipts and stuff to fall out his pockets because god forbid you might help him pick them up and find out he paid 600bucks for a dinner for two that didn’t involve you.

    The reason they need to be so organised is because they need to keep everything in check so that they can cheat flawlessly. Everything from blogs, to facebook, to emails, to sex tapes is kept categorised, folder by folder, so he can keep track of things with ease. He gets a notification of every post and comment on your blog, checks what people are writing on your facebook wall etc etc. He also moderates every comment on his blog and keeps track of every photo that is tagged of him. This knowledge is kept secret while he works his cheating schedule around it, and that way he can manipulate everything in your relationship without you ever knowing it.

    So pay attention, girls. And steer clear of the Organised Man. It’s only cute for about 2 days, you’ll see.


  2. Tiger

    by June:Wow

    Having dinner, driving, losing faith in religion, eating nearly extinct sea turtles – these are some of the things you can do every day.

    One of the things you may not be able to do everyday is smash open a giant tiger piñata!

    I’ve never beaten up any type of piñata before (I say this because today I met a tiger shaped one, but previously, I believed all piñatas to be donkey shaped. So there could well be a tapir piñata somewhere, we’ll never know until they tell us).

    Because the person who originally won the raffle (Daniel) was knackered after failing to break open the tiger piñata, they had to choose another ticket, and that’s how I got a chance to break it. So the obvious conclusion you can draw from that, my friends, is that it was written in the stars. Somewhere out there, the piñata gods are looking out for me.

    There was about a minute between the piñata being smashed open and the money falling out of it.

    In that one minute, I imagined I was beating you up.

    I imagined that the tiger contained all the good that was hidden deep inside of you.

    I have always believed there was some good inside of you, even though I’ve been proven wrong many times, but I never stopped believing.

    Between the last time you proved that you were an asshole (3 hours pre-tiger) and my face off with the tiger, it had become that much harder to just believe, so now I had to imagine further that I was a warrior, sent by God/Buddha/Allah to get the goodness out of you. (OMFG did I just say Allah?)

    (OMFG did I just say ‘fuck’ and ‘Allah’ in the same sentence and OMFG did I just say it again???)

    Anyway, when some money came flying out of the tiger’s belly, I felt a sense of relief because (at least in my imaginary world) it proved there was some good in you and that I had not been labouring under a misapprehension.

    But I guess until I get to beat you up in real life, I will never know for sure. You have my number.