Single Women should never work late.....
The plastic princess sometimes wonder why single women of today are working extremely hard, often clocking in hours way into the twilight zone... Isnt it a vicious cycle that they find themselves in???
No men, Work.... All Work, No men.
SIngle and Available women of today should just snapped out of it...... The princess feels that they really need a good wake-up slap in the face.... After all, there can only be that many single good guys out in the sea. If you dun make time for them, how can you expect them to jump out of the sea for you.... In the end, they will eventually end up as someone else's dish of the day.
(that is why good & eligible guys always end up with ladies with no career to speak of or rich gal that doesnt need to work)
And there are only 2 things that will quickened the aging effect of humans..... Time and Work....
So, as a fellow single and available woman too, the plastic princess sincerely urge all similarly fated women to stop all OTs and start looking......
After all, there is so much more to life than work, work, work!
The princess herself has committed to a one-month sabbatical leave from work to go into full time man-hunting so as to prove her valid point!!! Setting a blazing example to all fellow single and desirable and charming sistas......
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Celebrity Writer - Ms VP
(Reluctantly, Plastic Princess allows Ms VP's work of vulgarity and low brow humor to be published w/o edits and censorship.)
This is specially for those who reads the plastic princess blog and for those who know me… Yes, this is the Vulgar Peencess. The vulgar Peencess who used to provide so much entertainment to every one, the vulgar peencess who used to give nicknames to all those in the Royal family and the vulgar peencess who scripted the classic “The rape of Fairy He by the Seven Deities”. Indeed, she is back… as a celebrity writer for the plastic princess.
First of all, gotta say that I’m real glad that we had the little gathering on plastic princess birthday, really brought back some fond memories of the silly
times that we used to have. Thanks to Mr J for providing the inspirational idea of his Techno-j website that we are all so looking forward to. I am definitely anticipating to see the segment of Mr J in his birthday suit and his techno toys that vibrates. I am sure the website would be a big hit with all the Techno geeks.
Next, on to my life recently. Everything is fine and ok. The vulgar peencess is happily attached with a new job that allows me to see the world. What more could I ask for? Well, perhaps for more interesting and less bitchy colleagues. Just can’t seemed to be entertained by my new colleagues as much as my ex colleagues.
Perhaps they do not speak on the same wavelength as my previous colleagues. After being in the company for a good 5 months, I have yet to hear a single 4 letter
words coming out from anyone’s mouth. Maybe that’s why I feel so suppressed. I can’t throw out the CB, LJ and F word as much as I did previously. What’s more, I have 2 bosses that are constantly fighting with each other and often get me involved in their mindless political game. Sometimes, I just wish that 1 day I will climb above the 2 of them and change the culture of this place to one that is more acceptable of vulgarities and to one that I will feel more at home with. But all I can do now is to silently murmur the CB, LJ and F words under my breath whenever I feel shitty.
I guess the one that suffers the most after changing to this new job is my prince. He has to listen to all my CB’s story recently cos there’s no where else to allow my creative vulgar mind to wonder except when I am with him. Just an example of a story that happened just yesterday (FYI, Prince is learning to cook in acooking school now):
Prince: I was serving food today to a customer and the customer complained that the food was not hot. So had to change the food for her.
VP: If I were you, I wouldn’t bother to change, I will just tell her to open her legs and put the food into her CB cos that’s where it‘s warm enough to heat up her food. As Madonna sings: “Go down, where it’s warm inside. Go down, where I cannot hide. Go down, that’s where all life begins. Go down, that’s where my love is”
Well, guess that’s quite a lot for my first attempt as a celebrity writer. So much for now. Ciao!
This is specially for those who reads the plastic princess blog and for those who know me… Yes, this is the Vulgar Peencess. The vulgar Peencess who used to provide so much entertainment to every one, the vulgar peencess who used to give nicknames to all those in the Royal family and the vulgar peencess who scripted the classic “The rape of Fairy He by the Seven Deities”. Indeed, she is back… as a celebrity writer for the plastic princess.
First of all, gotta say that I’m real glad that we had the little gathering on plastic princess birthday, really brought back some fond memories of the silly
times that we used to have. Thanks to Mr J for providing the inspirational idea of his Techno-j website that we are all so looking forward to. I am definitely anticipating to see the segment of Mr J in his birthday suit and his techno toys that vibrates. I am sure the website would be a big hit with all the Techno geeks.
Next, on to my life recently. Everything is fine and ok. The vulgar peencess is happily attached with a new job that allows me to see the world. What more could I ask for? Well, perhaps for more interesting and less bitchy colleagues. Just can’t seemed to be entertained by my new colleagues as much as my ex colleagues.
Perhaps they do not speak on the same wavelength as my previous colleagues. After being in the company for a good 5 months, I have yet to hear a single 4 letter
words coming out from anyone’s mouth. Maybe that’s why I feel so suppressed. I can’t throw out the CB, LJ and F word as much as I did previously. What’s more, I have 2 bosses that are constantly fighting with each other and often get me involved in their mindless political game. Sometimes, I just wish that 1 day I will climb above the 2 of them and change the culture of this place to one that is more acceptable of vulgarities and to one that I will feel more at home with. But all I can do now is to silently murmur the CB, LJ and F words under my breath whenever I feel shitty.
I guess the one that suffers the most after changing to this new job is my prince. He has to listen to all my CB’s story recently cos there’s no where else to allow my creative vulgar mind to wonder except when I am with him. Just an example of a story that happened just yesterday (FYI, Prince is learning to cook in acooking school now):
Prince: I was serving food today to a customer and the customer complained that the food was not hot. So had to change the food for her.
VP: If I were you, I wouldn’t bother to change, I will just tell her to open her legs and put the food into her CB cos that’s where it‘s warm enough to heat up her food. As Madonna sings: “Go down, where it’s warm inside. Go down, where I cannot hide. Go down, that’s where all life begins. Go down, that’s where my love is”
Well, guess that’s quite a lot for my first attempt as a celebrity writer. So much for now. Ciao!
Monday, September 11, 2006
One Hot Princess
The weather is getting so erratic and extreme in recent years that the princess wonders if Earth is really going to crumble and collapse anytime soon, just like the princess, underneath today’s hot scorching sun.
The princess cannot help but swear every 5 minutes along her way to lunch this afternoon as the heat is making the princess lose her ladylike patience. While cursing silently on world deforestation, drilling of oilfields, gas emission and the endless greed of mankind which will result in all of us dying from skin cancer eventually, the princess finally reach the luncheon destination.
After a mere 15 minutes walk under this sun, the princess was uncontrollably transformed into a cranky old witch with venomous tongue. She lashes out at the tardy waiters for their poor service as they brought out the chicken injected with disgusting growth hormones. She curtly stops her friends’ silly comments with her razor-sharp slit-throat retorts.
Nothing escapes her wrath until she finally cooled down under the breeze of the air conditioning (which is, by the way, contributing to global warming as well). With a cool- leveled head, the princess realizes it feels good once in a while to just lash out at hapless victims.
She wonders why she has not done more of these before.
The princess cannot help but swear every 5 minutes along her way to lunch this afternoon as the heat is making the princess lose her ladylike patience. While cursing silently on world deforestation, drilling of oilfields, gas emission and the endless greed of mankind which will result in all of us dying from skin cancer eventually, the princess finally reach the luncheon destination.
After a mere 15 minutes walk under this sun, the princess was uncontrollably transformed into a cranky old witch with venomous tongue. She lashes out at the tardy waiters for their poor service as they brought out the chicken injected with disgusting growth hormones. She curtly stops her friends’ silly comments with her razor-sharp slit-throat retorts.
Nothing escapes her wrath until she finally cooled down under the breeze of the air conditioning (which is, by the way, contributing to global warming as well). With a cool- leveled head, the princess realizes it feels good once in a while to just lash out at hapless victims.
She wonders why she has not done more of these before.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
The Devil Wears Prada
Watching Anne Hatheway in The Devil Wears Prada reminded the princess of herself when she first burst into the career scene, all fresh and full of ideals.Like Hatheway, the plastic princess entered into a job for money, hoping that it would just be a temporary stopover en-route to her dream career. Before long, the princess found herself having to fend ferocious bitches in her company all the time but, of course, still totally clad in glamorous heels and stylish suits – looking fabulous and all.
At times, she wonders why she is pursuing a career that she had never wanted in the first place to begin with. Then, often, she dismisses her thoughts thinking that there isn’t any other way.
The Devil Wears Prada is exactly the wake-up call that the plastic princess needed to jerk her back to her senses. If the princess still wants to continue wearing her Prada, she better quickly take on the role of the Devil.
No time for looking back at past regrets or silly childhood dreams.
The Princess needs her Prada no matter what it takes….
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Ready For Love
The princess always has had an optimistic view on love; that love is the solution for all our problems, everlasting and never-changing.
And every broken relationship only serves to bring us closer to understanding what real love is and gets us ready when the right one comes our way.
In a world of increasing practicality, love is the only thing that keeps us insane and in touch of our deeper emotions.
And of course, most importantly, the princess believes that love is everywhere and in abundance. There is no need to fret and fear, or even snatch love, as there will always be enough for everyone.
The princess’s optimism for love has never been stronger in recent days.
According to her all-trusted fortune teller, real love is going to come for the princess after her birthday (which is yesterday btw).
The fortune teller said: “Before your birthday, you are not prepared for love as you do not truly know what you want. Only after your birthday, your heart will truly settle and be ripe for love”
Amazingly, it is true. The princess now knows what she needs in her man and is ready to be in love once again.
And every broken relationship only serves to bring us closer to understanding what real love is and gets us ready when the right one comes our way.
In a world of increasing practicality, love is the only thing that keeps us insane and in touch of our deeper emotions.
And of course, most importantly, the princess believes that love is everywhere and in abundance. There is no need to fret and fear, or even snatch love, as there will always be enough for everyone.
The princess’s optimism for love has never been stronger in recent days.
According to her all-trusted fortune teller, real love is going to come for the princess after her birthday (which is yesterday btw).
The fortune teller said: “Before your birthday, you are not prepared for love as you do not truly know what you want. Only after your birthday, your heart will truly settle and be ripe for love”
Amazingly, it is true. The princess now knows what she needs in her man and is ready to be in love once again.
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