hi dear avid readers! hope you had a wonderful xmas and a very prosperous 2009.
HUAT HUAT HUAT!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 01, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
reminiscence
it just hit me that things will never be the same. as cliche as it sounds, that's life. thinking back however, i did make the best and squeezed every drop of fun out from you guys. i had the time of my life. loves, and may different cups cheers.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
dub thou forgiven
hello my dear avid readers! so sorry haven't been blogging in a while. it might not look so but i spend hours pondering what to blog and how to write my point across. ok not an excuse, but i have something better. to the impatient and angry, here's a warm fuzzy pic to melt the iceberg and soften the hardnipple.
see? cute people are easily forgiven.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
my new pet
with regards to my last post, how come girls take kissing pictures and they are cute, and when guys do the same its like 'ehknnuseethose2gaykiasimilanjiao'? hmm.. sexual equality not with even weights on either side but shifting the pivot. a great topic to blog on soon.
my friend's dog immaculately conceived and gave birth to a cute, healthy puppy today. i fell in love with it at first sight and after reassurances of maximum love, they decided to put the puppy in my care. i held it in my arms and looked into his eyes and it sparkled with such affection and purity, i could not think of another name to christen him but jesus.
hold yer horses ol'mighty one don't smite me just yet! hahaha, im kidding. about the smiting. but really, my life long encounters with pious christians has left me curious, perplexed, angered, and cognitive in that order. as you would have guessed, yes im a free thinker, and a bloody good one at that. what the world would be if a dog had died on the cross. *puts on flak jacket and jumps in trench* i mean come on, dogs do perform miracle healings and some brave ones have died for the sins of man. (chivalrous dog died in bank robbery shootout) ok that's a stretch.
what im trying to get at is that man should really love and appreciate things and people around them rather than believing in faith and prayers. why a christian pray and thank god for his food instead of the chef has always baffled me. even in one's most desperate times, shouldn't one talk to another friend or family instead of communing with his inner voice in a church? shouldn't u believe in your close ones more than gods?
race and religion have always been the greatest dividers of man. and now as a great man is transcending race (GO OBAMA!), a notsogreat blogger is... blogging. religious divisions are really unlike any other. an Arsenal fan with a manure fan watching a liverfool match will agree that gayboi torres scored a great goal. though both are die hard fans for their own clubs, they see good football as a common good. but religious groups ostracize one another to the point of condemnation. one in particular often more than the others.
choose hope over fear, and unity over division
in my opinion, christianity sells because it's teachings are in english, it is modern and hip, and it uses the word hell more than heaven. they know so much about hell, and so little about heaven. well except for the fact they will live in eternal happiness with their lord. i don't know about them, but isn't living with someone who is all knowing and all powerful a torment? it's like you won't have the power to change anything anymore. you cannot think or do otherwise. you are just this floating white cloth with a smiley. something like a president having retarded kids.
well i'll just stop here before i risk losing more readers. and if you want to flame me, dont. cause you believe im gonna burn already, and im not alone. cause... you may say im a dreamer but im not the only one! haha.
my friend's dog immaculately conceived and gave birth to a cute, healthy puppy today. i fell in love with it at first sight and after reassurances of maximum love, they decided to put the puppy in my care. i held it in my arms and looked into his eyes and it sparkled with such affection and purity, i could not think of another name to christen him but jesus.
hold yer horses ol'mighty one don't smite me just yet! hahaha, im kidding. about the smiting. but really, my life long encounters with pious christians has left me curious, perplexed, angered, and cognitive in that order. as you would have guessed, yes im a free thinker, and a bloody good one at that. what the world would be if a dog had died on the cross. *puts on flak jacket and jumps in trench* i mean come on, dogs do perform miracle healings and some brave ones have died for the sins of man. (chivalrous dog died in bank robbery shootout) ok that's a stretch.
what im trying to get at is that man should really love and appreciate things and people around them rather than believing in faith and prayers. why a christian pray and thank god for his food instead of the chef has always baffled me. even in one's most desperate times, shouldn't one talk to another friend or family instead of communing with his inner voice in a church? shouldn't u believe in your close ones more than gods?
race and religion have always been the greatest dividers of man. and now as a great man is transcending race (GO OBAMA!), a notsogreat blogger is... blogging. religious divisions are really unlike any other. an Arsenal fan with a manure fan watching a liverfool match will agree that gayboi torres scored a great goal. though both are die hard fans for their own clubs, they see good football as a common good. but religious groups ostracize one another to the point of condemnation. one in particular often more than the others.
choose hope over fear, and unity over division
in my opinion, christianity sells because it's teachings are in english, it is modern and hip, and it uses the word hell more than heaven. they know so much about hell, and so little about heaven. well except for the fact they will live in eternal happiness with their lord. i don't know about them, but isn't living with someone who is all knowing and all powerful a torment? it's like you won't have the power to change anything anymore. you cannot think or do otherwise. you are just this floating white cloth with a smiley. something like a president having retarded kids.
well i'll just stop here before i risk losing more readers. and if you want to flame me, dont. cause you believe im gonna burn already, and im not alone. cause... you may say im a dreamer but im not the only one! haha.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Straight like an arrow (made of rubber)
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS EXPLICIT IMAGES AND ARE NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN OR BABES.
an observer commented to me that me and my buddy, GB, dont appear that close anymore.
a picture apparently says 1000 words.
did an army of 8000 alphabets G-A-Y just invaded ur mind? hahaha. yes we are so sexually crooked i cant even align the pictures straight.
actually after searching my conscience finally for 10 years, i figured im actually hurting his chances of getting a girlfriend by forcing my gay tendencies on him. so to the observer who noticed we're not that close anymore, we just carried our gay jokes/acts too far, and im trying to regress. holding but no squeezing, hugs but no kisses, petting but no penetration. hahaha and hopefully one day he'll finally be attached. and i'll probably remove this post. =(
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Love and spanking
everyday in life we are faced with decisions. from minor ones deciding what to eat, to life changing ones like what to drink.. well, it changed my life anyway.
i may sound like a sexist here, but i can boldly say decisions makes a man more than it makes a woman. before i further decrease my chances of getting laid, i would like to explain that my declaration is based solely on the fact that women generally tend to leave majority of the minor decisions to men in a relationship.
the innate ability to see a box within a box within a box, coupled with their inquisitive nature to unturn every pebble on the beach, gives them many options in a single situation. however, the lack of judgement and willpower can sometimes work against their rational, leaving them too confused with the information they gathered. something like trying to chop a tree down, only to stop at the final swing fearing the fallen tree may anger bees to attack her, before handing her man the axe. or not making up her mind what to eat in a foodcourt, only to grumble later what he bought for her. or slowing down at a junction when the light is green. get my drift please.
walking away isn't easy, but it's easy to do.
god damn october cupids. breakup rates around me are high and though i still feel indifferent to girls and relationships, lending a shoulder and dishing out cynicism has reminded me of a certain someone. someone i cared for and wanted to protect. someone who made me sleep with my handphone under my pillow. someone who made me smile every time i see her. in the end i made my choice of walking away. for a simple reason that i couldn't be in control. i hate people who set sail on relationship boats and trust the winds of "love". i was beginning to hate myself.
oh man the mood now is increasingly morbid and i must have dragged 5 fags for this post. i'll just stop by saying i've made the right choice. both of drinking and walking.
i may sound like a sexist here, but i can boldly say decisions makes a man more than it makes a woman. before i further decrease my chances of getting laid, i would like to explain that my declaration is based solely on the fact that women generally tend to leave majority of the minor decisions to men in a relationship.
the innate ability to see a box within a box within a box, coupled with their inquisitive nature to unturn every pebble on the beach, gives them many options in a single situation. however, the lack of judgement and willpower can sometimes work against their rational, leaving them too confused with the information they gathered. something like trying to chop a tree down, only to stop at the final swing fearing the fallen tree may anger bees to attack her, before handing her man the axe. or not making up her mind what to eat in a foodcourt, only to grumble later what he bought for her. or slowing down at a junction when the light is green. get my drift please.
walking away isn't easy, but it's easy to do.
god damn october cupids. breakup rates around me are high and though i still feel indifferent to girls and relationships, lending a shoulder and dishing out cynicism has reminded me of a certain someone. someone i cared for and wanted to protect. someone who made me sleep with my handphone under my pillow. someone who made me smile every time i see her. in the end i made my choice of walking away. for a simple reason that i couldn't be in control. i hate people who set sail on relationship boats and trust the winds of "love". i was beginning to hate myself.
oh man the mood now is increasingly morbid and i must have dragged 5 fags for this post. i'll just stop by saying i've made the right choice. both of drinking and walking.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
free spirited, random, weird, alternative, doctor PLS, cute
oh and gay too. these are adjectives my close ones use to describe me. ok, im cute because i feel im close to myself. ^^v
but i never did ask for opinions until recently cause i've always felt self assured. it's not that i do not have my insecurities or i dislike being affected by people. in fact i yearn to be affected. i feel im right in the centre hue of grey.
my dear cute sister told me recently it's HDB regulations to have 25% non chinese residents inhibiting one HDB block. thank you fairy god sister for your enlightenment i am now working extra hours everyday to strive for a condo. not being a racist here, but i've had it with malay neighbours. other than the fact they are often found guilty for peeing in lifts, because theystayatlowerlevelsanddontusetheliftsanyway,
my friendly, pet loving, malay neighbour who lives right below me is feeding a stray cat at the staircase for the past month. doesn't sound so bad right? unless the freaking cat SHAT at your doorsteps 4 times, makes catfuck sounds at night giving me bad dreams with babies dying in them, (ok not true) BUT THIS IS TRUE-- the freaking cat jumped into my house several times through the windows!! when confronted, the malay couple denied feeding the cat. and even responded offensively when my mom threatened them with town council. in that instant, the stormy clouds cleared in my mind, making way for the apocalypse of comets. even if they were fined, or the cat is microwaved, it doesn't matter. in case they didn't know, im an animal lover too. im gonna feed a stray pig. dont bring me to court. i just love pigs like they love cats.
erm. i usually dig my left nostril with my right index finger, and i transfer the delicacy (hi kt!) over to my left middle finger before it finally settles in a tissue. it's not vice versa for the right nostril, it's even weirder. =8)
due to my absolute disregard for 2nd opinions and embracing my twisted idealogies, i tend to see more paths than people when faced with a situation. mostly mental paths either deemed too nonsensical and impossible, or paths too scary for others to construe or too intricate even for me to attempt walking. which ever the case, i have always voiced my thinkings and this guy once said to me, 'you're not in ctrl of yourself, you are alt.'
i've always felt it'll be fun to talk to a psychiatrist. get an official diagnosis of what is deemed wrong emotionally and mentally. changing a psychiatrist's textbook teachings is something i have always wanted to do.
OMG CUTE PEOPLE DO CUTE STUFF. like watching 王子變青蛙 again! it's been so long since my emotions are evoked to a high level. it's like the bestest idol drama i've seen. of out 3. =/ and... i do other cute stuff like doing a ^^v when taking a picture. ok nvm. im just cute.
but i never did ask for opinions until recently cause i've always felt self assured. it's not that i do not have my insecurities or i dislike being affected by people. in fact i yearn to be affected. i feel im right in the centre hue of grey.
my dear cute sister told me recently it's HDB regulations to have 25% non chinese residents inhibiting one HDB block. thank you fairy god sister for your enlightenment i am now working extra hours everyday to strive for a condo. not being a racist here, but i've had it with malay neighbours. other than the fact they are often found guilty for peeing in lifts, because theystayatlowerlevelsanddontusetheliftsanyway,
my friendly, pet loving, malay neighbour who lives right below me is feeding a stray cat at the staircase for the past month. doesn't sound so bad right? unless the freaking cat SHAT at your doorsteps 4 times, makes catfuck sounds at night giving me bad dreams with babies dying in them, (ok not true) BUT THIS IS TRUE-- the freaking cat jumped into my house several times through the windows!! when confronted, the malay couple denied feeding the cat. and even responded offensively when my mom threatened them with town council. in that instant, the stormy clouds cleared in my mind, making way for the apocalypse of comets. even if they were fined, or the cat is microwaved, it doesn't matter. in case they didn't know, im an animal lover too. im gonna feed a stray pig. dont bring me to court. i just love pigs like they love cats.
erm. i usually dig my left nostril with my right index finger, and i transfer the delicacy (hi kt!) over to my left middle finger before it finally settles in a tissue. it's not vice versa for the right nostril, it's even weirder. =8)
due to my absolute disregard for 2nd opinions and embracing my twisted idealogies, i tend to see more paths than people when faced with a situation. mostly mental paths either deemed too nonsensical and impossible, or paths too scary for others to construe or too intricate even for me to attempt walking. which ever the case, i have always voiced my thinkings and this guy once said to me, 'you're not in ctrl of yourself, you are alt.'
i've always felt it'll be fun to talk to a psychiatrist. get an official diagnosis of what is deemed wrong emotionally and mentally. changing a psychiatrist's textbook teachings is something i have always wanted to do.
OMG CUTE PEOPLE DO CUTE STUFF. like watching 王子變青蛙 again! it's been so long since my emotions are evoked to a high level. it's like the bestest idol drama i've seen. of out 3. =/ and... i do other cute stuff like doing a ^^v when taking a picture. ok nvm. im just cute.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
there is not another...
a song reminding me of someone i miss so much.
someone pretty, intelligent, caring, and works in the noblest of professions. =)
someone pretty, intelligent, caring, and works in the noblest of professions. =)
How I Love The Bears
i love them by not meeting them so often lately.
i love them by not asking them for a meal when i had the chance.
i love them by calling them only to burrow their PSP.
i love them by promising them POPEYE 3 months ago.
OMG... super lousy pngyoh rite? =(
i love them by not asking them for a meal when i had the chance.
i love them by calling them only to burrow their PSP.
i love them by promising them POPEYE 3 months ago.
OMG... super lousy pngyoh rite? =(
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Sex with a reptile
'eh blog leh.'
that was all it took for me and my only friend on the far right to start blogging again. didnt want to create a new account for 1, i took great pride naming it! 2, i thought it was troublesome, until i had to battle google registration and re-enter the italic passwords again and again.
and what greeted me was empty links and spam comments.
but it was worth every bit of effort.
ok on for my 1st post in 2 years. sex with a reptile.
i did not do a steve irwin.
i did not screw janice. but would want to.
i was taking a poop.
no a giant anaconda didnt swim through the pipes and rammed straight into me.
i was taking a poop.
i heard buzzing and.... ok im coming out of the closet, im absolutely terrified of creepy crawlies. so in a hurry, i wipe and wear. instantly i felt something wizzing around the empty area of the underwear. at that moment, i cringed my butt cheeks so hard the centre of gravity was elavating and i was gonna fall over. i tore my pants down and this small harmless lizard crept out of my undies and scrammed away. astonishing. well i guess im lucky cause i didnt have to go for a 2nd round and shit that bastard out.
so yea my first post in 2 years. not a very good opener i think. but expect nothing less from a jester. =/
that was all it took for me and my only friend on the far right to start blogging again. didnt want to create a new account for 1, i took great pride naming it! 2, i thought it was troublesome, until i had to battle google registration and re-enter the italic passwords again and again.
and what greeted me was empty links and spam comments.
but it was worth every bit of effort.
ok on for my 1st post in 2 years. sex with a reptile.
i did not do a steve irwin.
i did not screw janice. but would want to.
i was taking a poop.
no a giant anaconda didnt swim through the pipes and rammed straight into me.
i was taking a poop.
i heard buzzing and.... ok im coming out of the closet, im absolutely terrified of creepy crawlies. so in a hurry, i wipe and wear. instantly i felt something wizzing around the empty area of the underwear. at that moment, i cringed my butt cheeks so hard the centre of gravity was elavating and i was gonna fall over. i tore my pants down and this small harmless lizard crept out of my undies and scrammed away. astonishing. well i guess im lucky cause i didnt have to go for a 2nd round and shit that bastard out.
so yea my first post in 2 years. not a very good opener i think. but expect nothing less from a jester. =/
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