Being a woman…
Somedays it just hurts so much.

Greetings, aloha and welcome to the new XX Factor!
To those of you who’ve followed my ranting, male-bashing, pseudo-feminist rants for awhile, I only apologize for neglecting this blog for sometime. This move has been long in coming.
As you can tell, I haven’t quite got it in shape yet. Some hostess, huh? Bleh, I never claimed [...]

Apparantly my sense of humour has managed to rub someone the wrong way.
I’m having a real spam attack on one of my idea-toon-posts titled More answers to stupid questions. Akismet doesn’t seem to be catching it and I am getting tired of having to login every hour or so and clear it away. Hence I’m [...]

Does this blog still have any readers left? This is for them then, if they exist.
I haven’t written anything really meaty in a long time. I know, I know! No, it isn’t writer’s block. I’ve got a few idea-toons swimming about, more than enough male bashing stuff for the Rude n’ Red section and plenty [...]

Yes, I realize that I haven’t been posting here for awhile. I’ve been busy tending to the new baby. And in response to anantha’s question….patience, patience and I’ll deliver (again!)…
Fikar not, there’s plenty more up the XXFactor sleeve, I haven’t run out of things to say (!) but I’ve been short of time. [...]

XXFactor and the many faces of this woman need a face-lift. Or a kickstart. Or brakes. Or just some time to think.
Oh, don’t bother betting, I know I’m going to be back. Not even denying it. But huff…puff….give a woman a chance to breathe, will ya? This much unwarranted attention gets even to me.
Came back [...]

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Yes, I am back. Enough with the betting, I’m not a race-horse. But I don’t have to stop talking because of a few gamblers. I am fairly upset with the kind of behaviour I’ve had to deal with, as a result of this blog. I had a [...]

I actually don’t give a damn anymore. To hell with men. To hell with women. To hell with gender stereotypes and the battle of the sexes.
This blog is officially dead.

Its certified! We is a confirmed flirt-o-holic. Funny though, that while in the real world, the simplest flirting games make us shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other and change the topic, online we scatters fragments of our flighty, flirty personality like its confetti.
We have succeeded in flirting with a friend-woman (as opposed to [...]