Which Piercing are you?


heh. not like i would get one for myself. ever.
i mean, huh? i don't even have earholes! :p

First time - it'll be hard at first, then after a few pushes and strokes you'll be really goin for it... you'll be Frat Face the Snowboarding Ace! Ride on.......
At the snow, I said.

hahahaha. that was funny, wasn't it?

the month of november... man. like everyone's birthday falls in november. burnt a hole in my wallet buying presents for those few people who matter so much to me... not to mention postage. postage alone kills. but it's worth it la. afterall, these special occasions only come once in 365 days. =)

coming to think of it, november seems to be a pretty nice month to have a birthday... as compared to the other months... like, *duh* january. for one, the name "november" is nice. very romantic. very femme. (piggy!!!!!!!! *gag* hahahaha. oops, sorry. digression.) secondly, it's the 11th month of the year, and i like the number 11. (ok, outta point? never mind). also, i tend to link the month of november with autumn (huh?). like, picture the image of red leaves falling from the trees... with the breeze blowing and you walking down that old street with a trenchcoat and scarf... not forgetting a cup of caramel macchiato (short? tall? you decide.) in your hand. and before i get too carried away, i shall stop. hehe.

can hardly believe it has been a year since i did my A-levels (last paper was on 20 november). and yes... it's the 21st of november again. wah lau. don't remind me about what happened last year on this day man... argh. *pissed*. i still am. very, very much. >.<
(sorry piggy, borrow your frowning face for awhile. hehe.)

blah. something that Z said today made me feel so.... "huh? what the hell did i do?"
but that's just the way he is, i guess. i can't do anything about it. and that IS really sad.
i'm still getting that crumpler bag for christmas, though. =)

sigh. maybe that 6000 km away from home does matter afterall.

at this point in time i'm feeling sick. sick in so many ways. sick because i'm so full. sick because of... never mind.

i had dinner around 8. then at around 9 or so, i left the house... to eat AGAIN. argh. full full full. that sick, bloated ("blooted", for knnb) feeling still lingers around... blah. i wonder when will i be comfortable enough to go to bed.

allow me to digress for awhile. you know, i really enjoy "catcher in the rye". and i find myself identifying with holden caulfield in a strange sort of way. i really like the book i tell you. i really do. it kills you when you read it. all that humour, all that truth, all that innocence you don't find in books nowadays. those goddam novels that line the shelves of borders and MPH. all phonies, i tell you. they really are.

went pubbing for the first time in my entire life on sunday. geez!! i visited two!! cos pooh was feeling sian about having to go home so early from chloe's, where i had a baileys drink. haha see see? digression again. anyway, the one i preferred, called GH, was nice... as in, it was nice in a family sort of way... everyone knew each other... knnb and i had the most *bleh* experience there though. haha. ask me in private for more details...

got problems with accomodation again. this time, it's impossible to evade. i'm going to settle it by tomorrow... no. the day after. the day after tomorrow's tomorrow. no wait, she said it's within the next two days. ok fine! tomorrow.

i don't want anybody else
when i think about you
i touch myself

now now. no dirty thoughts, please.

I can't stand it when girls cry... but I can't TAKE it when YOU cry.


doesn't this simply make you go weak in the knees?

i'm really beginning to like "The Catcher in the Rye" by J. D. Salinger. it's such a hilarious, funny book. i read about 5 chapters of it today, and loved every bit of it. actually it wasn't so much of the LIKING that made me read 5 chapters. the truth is, i have an essay due 18 nov about the whole goddam book, and therefore i have to finish reading it, like really soon. hee... but holden's so cool man. you guys should read it. you really should.

hey hey... just got something from *anonymous* (to protect the innocent)... which was totally hilarious! had me bowling over hysterically like a lunatic =) it's just for fun, it really is. too bad if you find it offensive. hah.

i wish you could've been there. it just killed me, the way Le Bitch insisted on using the goddam phone at the prime time. i mean, it just killed me. that old maid --- not too good-looking for a girl... not of ideal size too. her butt was too goddam big... face was goddam bloody sallow... it just kills me to look or even think about her, especially when she uses my goddam phone all the time. she's a phoney. literally.

hahaha. ooo!!!

sometimes, some people get me wrong
with something i've said or done
sometimes, you feel there is no fun
that's why you turn and run

[walking away, craig david]


PS: it kills me when people wear white shirts. it really does.

today was really a happening one! i skipped drama class to sleep in... cos HJ was feeling kinda troubled and had me up on icq till like... 7 this morning! there was NO way i could wake up at 10 for drama at 11... so i happily skipped it together with piggy and sponk. heh. seriously, drama used to be enjoyable, but the upcoming play is kinda pissing me off... oh well i shan't go into details.

then we had psychology in the afternoon and we were sent out onto the streets for an experiment!!!! cool right? it was something new that we could try... so we were all kinda excited and all that... pretty fun! but today's weather was bloody hot so it was quite irritating having the bright sun in your eyes... oh but then again it was a good time to get a nice brown tan actually! =) although i didn't....

went to banana palm for dinner just now... woohoo the waiter was such a cutie... let's call him BP from now cos it stands for banana palm... heh... i was like going blah about him together with piggy, knnb and pooh... hehe... he's SO my kinda man... ah well... but that's where it stops. heh. devising a plan with piggy to go back once every fortnight. hehe. thursdays for dinner. hoho. oh yeah. and i hope the mobile rings... really soon.... *wink*

hey HJ - now we've got noodle intentions AND banana intentions!!!!! *giggle*
hope u're feeling alot better, buddy.
friends forever. i love you.

there were bells on the hill
but i never heard them ringing
no i never heard them at all
till there was you....

having some problems with accomodation. sigh... it pains my heart seeing 1500 bucks fly away like that...

someone help....

can't help putting this down on my blog... this should have a space in the Life! section of straits times. courtesy of my dear friend and good old neighbour, johan wong. enjoy.

you know how girls like to wear really simply these days all thanx to the singaporean weather we have? a simple t-shirt and jeans? sleeveless blouse and slacks? spag straps and shorts? and how they always choose to still go into the cinemas knowing that they will feel like they were in the arctic circle? well here it is.

i am sure that in the future, my gf (ho ho.. i still am luffing @ e prospect of a gayfren ho ho..) would prob be wearing something like that as well (ho ho .. imagine my gayfren in spag straps and shorts ... argh .. the pink man comes to mind -pukes-). therein lies the reason why a sweater is at hand. for the selfless and very chivalrous act of removing my sweater, which i will have to bear wearing under the horrible sweltering heat of singapore, and letting her (i am sick just thinking of the pink man .. so no gays please) have it. she has to accept it right? or rather, she must accept it. it's a lady's job to gracefully accept sincere (ok .. not in my case haha) offers.

she puts it on and we continue watching the show. doesnt end at the chivalry. she puts it on, she has to remove it. now remember that small neck hole? it's small for a reason. it's to slow the process of removing it. w a small neck hole she has to remove it conventionally, ie. pulling it over her head by first lifting the bottom of it. (some girls remove sweaters by slipping their heads out of the neck hole first... and guys too. i do haha) now the sweater would get caught somewhere below her nose as it acts an obstacle. can you imagine it? the sweater covering her nose and eyes and leaving the lower portion of her face vulnerable. at this point, she might ask for help in removing the sweater or struggle even more. and it is exactly at this point where i will move in with a kiss to her all so gentle lips without so much as a sound to catch her off her guard. freaking romantic if you ask me. i am getting goosebumps just thinking it up. hehe and i would probably fail in execution. namely becos my sweaters have very big holes hehehe. but i would believe that if my gal-f (i said no more gays... :P) were the more sentimental kind, this whole act would just take up more than 24 pages of her journal. and i would score big and would have made a horribly huge deposit in our relationship bank account. if i played it right.

hehehe caution to ppl who wanna test this: do NOT do this to someone who isnt already comfortable even holding hands with you. you are only setting up yourself for an outrage of modesty charge. and a whole lifetime in jail to regret it. and caution to guys who are going to try this on their gals: don't mention my name no matter how much you are trying to give me credit for this great romantic idea. a fifty singaporean dollar credit into my bank account would suffice. and girls, dun think you've got every angle covered just becos i reveal one romantic possibility. u've been warned. :>

lotsa work to clear by tonight, so i'm keeping this short.

man... i've been spending alot of money these days.. on DVDs.
renting & buying them... and not forgetting paying for overdue charges... cos i always can't finish watching them on time.
but i'm glad i bought 2 really good DVDs lately - "tootsie" and "ghost". (well i am a sucker for movies from the 80s. hehe.)

on the very same day i bought the DVDs, i met this weird woman on the street who was muttering to herself as she walked... and when she went past me, she turned to me with a pointing finger, saying "why did you try to kill me?"
and i was like "huh??"
yup... that was it.. she walked past and that was where it all ended.

haha. funny folks we've got here on the streets of melbourne.

Tootsie's really good. dustin hoffman's really pro at being a woman.
and Ghost... oh man.. it was sooooo sweet... and sad... bittersweet i should say.... *sobz* wonder how come i never got to watch the entire movie before... all i could remember were little fragments of it... heh... yup and i am referring to the famous pottery scene. woohoo. nice.

go watch these 2 movies if you haven't... high possibility yeah? cos Tootsie was in 1982 and Ghost was 1990... wonderful productions nonetheless.

"something's telling me it might be you, all of my life..."
[Theme from Tootsie, "it might be you"]