goodbye

Thank you for the hugs my dearest friend....now it's time to say goodbye..

Confession o f t h e B.I.A.T.C.H (part1)

Alright, keep it tight and I'm about to rant this Muthaf**king blog again. I know life is too short to keep F**ked up by some biatch~ Yes, you hear it first, B.I.A.T.C.H. That ain't nobody except for that WOMAN that you heard it from me. 

I really don't get this muthaf**king biatch sometimes. Thought she had her conversation with ma boss and promised to change. Thou i sensed a little(yeah, I mean LITTLE) change. But it looks like she is getting on cold feet from pretending as good woman. Well you see, there is this time, this client, called in and booked an appointment with for his service update(yea, with ME you muthaF**ker), the moment he arrived(this BIATCH must have not look at the god damn appointment book that he is on my list),  that BIATCH took the liberty and cast the technician to attend the client immediately on her behalf without my consent. That technician had the confused look on her face and consulted with me before she proceed with order. Like I've said, that client booked on my list~ What on earth does that BIATCH think she is doing? Trying to provoke me? You bet you are! What's the reason that that BIATCH thinks? Just because she attended the client when I weren't around the last time makes her think that the client belongs to hers? You gotta be f**king kidding me pal~ That ain't no such protocol. My blood just shot off to the top of the roof when I witnessed this right before me but I tell myself one thing, " that's alright mambo, I'ma cool off this time because I know what comes around goes around". But then, later, the technician came over to me and tells me this, "that client requested you to attend him instead of her". WIN!(now who's your daddy, biatch!)


Here's another story. Few days back, there is this guy who newly came in to work. Went to greet him and asked him what's his post for working here, he told me he is an technician,(YEA, technician, listen up ya people, not the same post as mine). This guy stands about 5'1 feet, weights about 198 pounds, high forehead with classic GQ combed back style, beards wearer, bloated stomach, looking branded from head to toe, claims to be specializing in Caucasian coloring and perming.(alright) As far as i look into it, he is passionate with his work, but there's this thing that bugs me~ I asked him to join me with my client's hair coloring, asked his advice, he pointed out his method(thou i already know what I needed to do), I tested him and followed his way, the results? I ended up wasting extra 15mins and I get two different tone for  my client's hair. GREAT! When someone claims to be a specilaist in their area, they make sure their job is done nice and clean(while he didn't), the way he applies the color is sloppy, leaving stranded hair hangs right next to the face(I am having face-palm now dude). Now this is not the problem you see, the problem starts now. I asked him what's his post, I bet you still remember it. It's a TECHNICIAN.What makes his post to overcome my post when it comes to consulting client? Earlier, that BIATCH called up and told me, all client MUST be consulted by him before me~ I mean, WHAT THE F**K IS THIS? What makes him so high and mighty as an technician? Before that BIATCH arrives, clients that stepped in is attended by me as I am the one and only stylist(which is only natural). But when that BIATCH arrives, I'm just a sitting duck right at the back at the pantry. Client that steps in, attended by him instead of me. Technician overwhelms the stylist and fully attends client from A-Z. What on earth is happening???(beats me) I sat silently behind the door from 16.00-20.00 hour filled with unbridled mood ~   F**king great isn't it?

You are what you eat and that is to say, you are h***y

Ah yes, the Valentine day has passed, right around the corner it's the 3rd month of the year. Nevertheless, you will still be looking forward for the White Valentine day. There's a tradition for all the food writer all over the world to cast up content about aphrodisiac foods. Well, you know the deal. If you ain't know, please continue reading.

Foods like Oyster full with zinc,  

                                                                 

 Asparagus full with potassium

 

 Both are required for healthy personal parts. 

Therefore, consuming any of these instant love potions will send both into a raging innermost frenzy. In reality, however, presenting your partner with a plate of raw oyster is more often met with "Honey, I don't like oysters" than an uncontrollable Pavlovian lunge towards your groin.(if you are a men who is reading this)

The chemical powers of edible aphrodisiacs are often overblown. Yes! Oyster contains zinc, which is good for optimal physical performance, energy level and body composition, in return, are indeed fairly essential for baby making. However, if you and your partner guzzle down oysters before descending into a writhing mass of quivering arms and legs in bed, you're experiencing a placebo effect rather than any chemical effect from the food. Based on the biological level(listen to the expert), food takes around three hours to leave the stomach before it enters intestines where nutrients from the food are actually absorbed by the body. In total, it can take up to six hours before the body has absorbed most of the nutrients from the food you eat. Instead of a dinner, opt for a lunch - then meet up for late night rendezvous.

There is, however, one aspect of edible aphrodisiacs that I do believe in : the shape!

Aphrodisiacs food represents some of the most gloriously p***s and v****a-shaped things that human eat. From the fleshy folds of an oyster and the bulbous head of an asparagus spear, to the less-than-subtle shape of banana. The physical link between aphrodisiacs food and our genital is undeniable.(this makes a lot of sense)

So, this year of the month when you are preparing for White Valentine or some "sacred" Man & wife meal, don't think about chemistry. Think about shape and symbolism. Don't go too far and serve an all d**k-shaped or p****y-shaped meal(you idiot) whilst waggling your eyebrows up and down - use subtle visual cues. Food that you have to eat with your hands. Food that has velvety layers. Food that oozes~ 

Ahem, please excuse me(if you know what i mean); I have matters to attend to~~