//seeing eye dog: chinese walls - chen xi

even though i loathed the sight of him walking out of the doorway into the night, i knew it was impossible not to love him. how can i hate the very thing that breathes life into me?


the shakes.

after a gruelling day of work and falling asleep in the toilet, i met desmond.
its been almost 2 weeks since we last saw each other.

before that i was at a traffic junction. waiting for the light to turn. when it did, i felt a body pushed against me suddenly. A boy ah beng, with his badly bleached hair, typing away his sTiCkY cApZzz on his sms to his damn happening yio ah yio ah lian clistina ugly-gorilla wannabe girlfriend, walks past me without a single muttering of sorry or a gesture of salute. (ever wondered why a salute is also a sorry? eh?>

worst off, in his frenzy to meet his friends to pua CS, he knocked over a blind man who fell against me. the poor man was grasping for balance. before i could react, the ah beng disappeared.

i could have bit that bleached hair head off.

anyway, i walked the blind guy to the bus stop. apparently, his a foot relaxologist. ah ha. another outlet of release.

met desmond whom i almost forgot how he looked like.
watched four brothers. again. that show is simply amazing ok. hurry go watch it if u haven't. fucking action packed.


my sacrifice.

yes desmond wants to hang dices at his rear view mirror. i detest swinging thingys. but if it tickles his fancy and makes him happy, so be it. yes i paid for the dice. and you know what?

the packaging for it costs more then the dice itself.

china black tml! woots.

//hearing aid: everyday i love you less and less - kazier chiefs

russ has left to go fishing in the open sea. i miss that anal prince.

its burden king and dood (that's me) to fend for ourselves. no arm-wrestling, head butting, romping, hooking and any sort of strenous activity till anal prince gets back.

oh yes.

the beef soup yesterday was ohmygourd orgasmic till the last pepper cod.

and shooting stars with anal prince was fun. yes we made fun of every possible thing.

anal: "eh, go read the directions on how to warm the brownies leh."
me: "it says here on the box: turn left at street 21"

anal: "help! my hands are soapy! my mucus is coming out of my nose!"
me: where's your tissue?
anal: don't have!
me: you don't have tissue in your kitchen?! what next? no ice in your ice tray?
anal: hurry up! mucus! (sniff)
me: oh my gawd. you really don't have ice in your ice tray!
anal prince rubs nose on something.

me: eh. i'm gonna miss you when you're gone.
anal: how long have you known me?
me: 7 years why?
anal: and you still dare to lie to me?!

lots of laughing and hitting later, we had brownies. curled up in front of the tv with shooting stars still shooting crap.

i missed sitting in front of the tv and making fun of all the unglam shots with my two favourite boys.
well, burden king was out with the girlfriend.

sigh. i miss my anal prince.

//hearing aid: somebody told me - the killers (ministry of sound mix)

free ad space.
'Bling it On!' Party at China Black. Guys $12, girls $10. theme: the mafia. be there or be shunned by society. i'm serious. come on, the theme is mafia.

the past few days have been fast.
a few days back was a nice quiant wedding of a family member/friend/long lost very gorgeous person. she's 18 can you believe that and marrying a rich, drive-a-bmw, has-an-own-place aussie guy. he's a nice person. nope. not preggies apparently.

the highlight of the night was meeting my mom's ex-boyfriend. Ivan Fritzgerald.
a big man with a booming ohmygourd amazing smooth voice. he sang all these beautiful songs and flirted with the old woman, my mom. ah.

"wow. your children are good to look at. can you imagine if we got together? they'll be giving all these top models a run for their money."

uh. thanks uncle ivan?

anyway congrats to Kristina and Greg. hope you guys have a blissful marriage and life.

next... hanging with the boys.
been doing that for three days straight. but we never had so much fun before. i miss hanging just the three of us, nothing to do, all the romping and humping. the brawling.

qiulian banmain, marbbies, corpse bride and four brothers (ohmygourd jack is awesomely eye candy), kenneth's dad, soccer with deflatable balls, taking away father's day.

i'm blissed.


i love you so much that if you left i'll leave too.


kenneth's ultimate prop for job in the future.

kittylitter.inc and affliated companies: deuce bigalow on the 13th. all are requested to come. tickets will be paid for. by you. and please make sure you leave your grudges behind so that we won't be banned from coffee bean. again.


i feel much more like me.

//hearing aid: jimmy gets high - daniel powter

'Cause you don't need nobody to make it on your own
You dont need nobody you'd rather be alone
So Jimmy gets high tonight

i found this on my friend's blog. pretty interesting.



click me thanks adeline

my dirty little secret? its not to little. very dirty. and somehow... not much of a secret.
no. no no.
i'm not saying it here. and the one on the website... its not even close to it.

ha. i found out someone else's dirty little secret. mel.
i'll see you tml.

randomization.

//hearing aid: hard to beat - Hard-Fi

work's been kind. cept for the occasional dickheads who think the company evolves around them.
i have a quiet desk to myself. facing a walkway. they moved me from the bosses' office. haha. damnsit.

went over to matt's today. my cute lil boy next door. or next road. or next district
we drank my favourite baileys and played indian poker, drinking goggles and 'tiew!'. 'tiew!' is evil.

and look who we found. the real hamburglar!



kenneth and his ingenious idea to eat and look at us at the same time.
oh did i say ingenious?
whoops.

just got off the phone with him.
he's taken the hint.
and i'm glad he did.

my friends are home from bangkok. i have a life again!