My Twitters

Twitters.


From Wikipedia:

Twitter is an online social networking and microblogging service that enables its users to send and read text-based posts of up to 140 characters, informally known as "tweets".

Twitter was created in March 2006 by Jack Dorsey and launched that July. Twitter rapidly gained worldwide popularity, with over 300 million users as of 2011,^[6] generating over 300 million tweets and handling over 1.6 billion search queries per day.^[3][8][9] It is sometimes described as "the SMS of the Internet."^[10]

It is also the 'IN' thing now. Many celebrities joined Twitter and 'tweeted' their activities there. Cool.


I have a Twitter account, but I rarely ever log into that account. And I have yet to send in my very first 'TWEET', whatever that means. Maybe I'm a shy, exotic kind of bird. And so I don't tweet. Or maybe some big, mangy cat has gotten my Tweety bird's tongue and so I can't tweet anymore!


So you can say that I'm a virgin when it come to Tweeter. Yeah right!!!!


The truth is, I don't know how to tweet, or what to tweet on Twitter. And I don't know 'who' to follow on the Tweeter. I don't really understand how the Twitter works. For record, at the moment I am following Dato Siti Norhaliza's tweets, and believe it or not, I also followed His Royal Highness The Crown Prince of Johore's tweets.


Don't ask me why am I following a celebrity and a royal blue blood on the Tweeter. I just don't know, and when Tweeter was kind enough to suggest that I followed those two people, I just clicked yes, thank you very much, and voila! I am their faithful followers.


But overall, I think that Twitter is a cool social network.


But I have another kind if Twitter networks, and these guys are really awesome!

Here are my ALIVE Twitters :-


Merbuk, anyone ????
Yep they are fat, but boy, these fatsos can really sing!





A blue Lovebird/Kenari Biru.
I got one pair of Kenari, their names are Blue and another one is called Green.
*If you look closely, you'll notice that Green is hiding behind Blue. See the tips of Green near Blue's tail there ?*



My precious Serindit (right), and Green the Kenari (left). Another Serindit escaped my camera.
And I'm green with jealousy for their beauties.




The last of my Twitter : My quails family. There are 7 of them altogether.
Their eggs are yummy!



OK now I know what to tweet on my tweeter already! Perhaps I would tweet the pictures of my gorgeous birdies, and who knows if the HRH The Crown Prince would buy those twitters, for thousand and thousand of ringgits, maybe ? Oh Gosh my eyeballs are sooo full of the $$$ signs right now so I need to stop at this.


Bye!

Wait.

Anybody knows if the Sultan of Brunei is on the Twitter ? Or Facebook ??????
mmmm....he is soooooooo yummy looking!

Man, I Want To Be Your Ball !!!!Oh Baby Please...

Oh yes.

Ball as in singular one ball, or plural, as in many, many balls (errr two to be specific ?).

And I only wanted to be his ball. I watched how he performed tonight, and that awaken such a great longing in me. I wish I could be his (ball).



Yep. I'm talking about plain old ball lah. Not the other kind of balls often associated with males' lower anatomy. Gaaaa!!!



OK it's 1 am in the morning and I still can't sleep, still feeling the euphoria of a very very good, dangerous football game tonight.

Malaysia versus Indonesia, final match for SEA Games 2011, Palembang, Indonesia.

And there is one particular guy among 22 men that played tonight, and I wish that I could be his ball.


This is the HIM that I am talking about.

Khairul Fahmi Che Mat,
I wish that I could swap places with that yellow, spherical object laying close to his heart.
Old pic, from the Net.




KF : Come on you hot Momma, come to papa!!!
Me on the ball : Oh yes baby, I'm gonna fall straight into your arms!!!
*Old pic from The Net, couldn't find the pics for tonight's game*


It was a very, very dangerous and sexy game tonight, so many attempts from both sides to score goals and secure the gold medal for football, but damn...KFCM (that's Khairul Fahmi Che Mat in case if you don't know) brought out the sexiness in the game each time he saved Malaysia's goal turf.


I mean, you really got to see how he gently leaped on the air, swiftly caught the ball, and then...he just hold the ball in his arms...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...now that's what I call a perfect gentleman....



And he did it so many times, over and over again, defending Malaysia's turf. Geez. Is he a machine or what ?

End result, after a tie 1-1 with Indonesian team, they were forced to play extra time which produce no yields for both teams, so they were forced to play penalty.

And Malaysian Tigers kicked the great big Garuda bird when the boys scored 5 goals againts 4 Indonesian.



Oh yes yes yes !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Talk about climax hahahaha


OK gotta to rest after such a great game.



CONGRATULATIONS HARIMAU MALAYA !!!!!!

and congratulations too, for the Indonesian team, it was such a great, dangerous, sexy, sexy game, well done boys!




Love you boys, especially you, KFCM!
gosh if only I were 10 years younger...sigh...
*hope that my hubby doesn't read this, hence the smales font I can find...crossing my fingers tightly haha*

Hot Chicks !!!!!!

Oh wow it looks like I am surrounded by hot chicks nowadays. They are everywhere, invading my household with their scantily clad bodies, and making loud, ear splitting noises and just being happy.


Yes, happy.

And their happiness, as proved by their endless songs, are contagious. And somehow, they reminded me of the flower child lifestyle, of the American 60s era. You know, it was the cool era when everybody wears cool outfit and an even cool hairdos. They got the great looks and the great no-nonsense attitude. Talk about panache!


A flower child of the 60s...pic from The Net




Yup, I wasn't even born when those young people declared to only make love, not war, but I had always been intrigued by them happy peeps.I mean how could you not be intrigued by a group of young, beautiful people who promotes only love and peace on earth and were stoned to their eyeballs most of the times ?


Oh my God. What the hell am I rambling about ? Had I gone bonkers ?

Great.

All those mixing and mingling around with those hot chicks had probably altered my brain and my personality.


But those hot chicks are really, really smokin hot and cute like hell!


Oh dear oh dear.

There I go again, mixing metaphors and using terms like smokin hot chicks and cute like hell in one sentence.

Grrrrrr....


And I blame these hot chicks for my temporary brain freeze.

Taaraaa : My hot chicks in a baldi, fresh from the farm!


Yep. Angelina and Cleopatra, my 2 lovely mommy ducks who had patiently sit on their eggs for the past 6 weeks (thus escaping the sex overdose deaths) had finally proved their worths.


13 chicks came out as a result of their rampant sexual activities with my studs.

Hurrayyyyy!!!!


A special pose from a hot chick. Isn't she gorgeous ???



My Ultraman #4 and a hot chick. Here's the dialogue, probably:-
Ultraman #4 : Hello rubber duckie, you're lookin' good! Can I eat you ? Pweeseee???
Hot Chick : Kiss my a$$!!!!!




Oh wow. And I never thought that I would be sooooo happy to watch those chicks came out. It is sooooo unreal, so out of this world and sooooo unbelievable!

Thank you Angelina (as in Jolie) for giving us 10 best looking baby ducks, ever! (Now you know why I named her Angelina right, as in the real life Ms Jolie with her 6 kids! haha)

And thank you Cleopatra, your 3 baby chicks are equally beautiful too!

So..... Angelina and Cleopatra, after both of your 'confinement' period are over, go back to your hedonism activties and bring me more and more beautiful hot chicks OK!

BHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!
*evil, greedy queen laugh*


Oh dear, I had grown into a greedy monster!

Cause of Death : Sex Overdosed...Too Much Sex Will Kill Ya!!!!

Oh yes. Sex.

It the one of the 3 most powerful word in the vocabulary. The other two are money and power. You might craze for either one of the 3 causes, or you might craze for two causes, it's natural-lah, we are humans after all. But if you are crazy for all 3 causes, well, you will probably rise to be the top leader of the world and rule your own kingdom, or perhaps you might rule your own little underworld kingdom, way back from your tiny little coffin, six feet underground. Tsk, tsk.



People went to war, divide the continents, split their countries, cursed each other and even died for either one of the 3 causes.


Die.


And that's precisely what had happened to my lovely Britney and Michelle. They had died.

COD : Sex overdose.


Yup, yup, yup.

Both Britney and Michelle died because of sex overdose. All my studs were crazy humping all the females, like 100 times in a day, and in one of their senseless hedonism sessions, Britney and Michelle had sustained some kind of injuries on their bodies, which led them to their tragic deaths.


Oh wow, doesn't it sounds cool, you know, like some famous rock star's death ? You know, when they had too much booze and drugs and sex, and then they died, probably naked in some sleazy hotel room ? Yes I'm reading too much Jackie Collin's raunchy novels so that's why my imaginations were running sky high...


But anyway, I'm not kidding about my male ducks' big appetite on sex.

It seems like my studs were all sex maniacs, like they were programmed to be some kind of a great sex machine. All they do all day is just eat, poop, and chase all the females. And sometimes they even skip the eating/pooping part, and cut right straight to the chasing skirts part, so to speak.


Wah-lau, those male ducks are really maniacs! Somebody should put a picture of my male ducks beside the word aphrodisiac in the vocabulary. Maybe I should, I'd start off with Wikipedia and spread the words around...


And to think that all the male humans were talking about tiger's heart la, lion's heart la, goat's genitals la, tongkat ali la, civet cats la, etc etc which were all whispered to be a great sex booster, aiyyaaaa !!! While all this while, the very creature that eat, drink and breathe sex is just some domestic animals! What, you don't believe me ?




Here's my logic. A male tiger will only 'do it' when both he and the female tiger are in mating season. And there are lots and and lots of complicated things to do before a male tiger is allowed to go near the female tiger. It's difficult, complicated, and after they had successfully sired some kind of heir apparent, that's it, the male tiger is no longer needed. So of you go, sucker!!!!


But on the other hand, my ducks were doing it like 100 times in a day, and they don't even need any invitation or RVSP from the females. It's plain old slam, bam and thank-you-Mam!!!! (geez, sometimes they even skipped the thank you part, ungrateful b@sta@rds!)


So who gets it more ? Tiger or duck ?


Ting!

Yes I can see that bulb light in your heads now LOL!


Congratulations for seeing my kind of logic.


And come to think of it, what's the difference between my sex crazed ducks and male humans after all ?

Hohoho....


Think that I had ruffled some human males feather there....whoops...


so ....


run Razzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz runnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn !!!!



could this be me, running for my life ???
pic from the Net