Fanny, You Beeetch.

DESPERATELY SEEKING POST GRAD NITE
ACTIVITIES. CONTACT ME, I'M BEGGIN' YA.



And yep, I'd blog about my birthday and all
but then again. I'm too damn tired, lah.

Suffice to say, walking around Orchard Road
from 11AM to 5PM, really takes a toll on your
feet.

And I've a new found respect for gay men.
Specifically, gay men who work at Zara, to
please straight clueless guys like me. Cheesebun,
I've begin to suscribe to the metrosexuality thang,
god, I've gotten addicted to designer wear.

Kickass.

With the amount of money I've blown for
the outfit, I'd better be the most kickass
male at tomorrow's Grad Night.

So many things to blog, so little time to.
Suffice to say, it's been a pretty eventful
two days. What with my 2nd mid-night
movie, burning more cash than I should,
and all that hogwash.

And, and, and.
I don't know man. I need to get some sleep
and organize my thoughts. The head's just
abuzz with activity and I feel too much like
running out of the house to choke some one
with my incredibly large schlong.

Whooo~ Comes from going non-stop for
24hours. Chionging, ranging from the O levels
paper, loitering around Orchard, catching a
midnight show, then freezing your balls off
in the cold shower (try ice cold water literally)-
the first time I've seen my balls shrank- to going
back to Orchard the next day to shop for a grad
night out fit.


And Fanny, you beeetch. You sound like a damn wuss,
man and you need to visit the library more often. On
the other hand, to kiss a little ass, perhaps I should blog
like I write my compositions. That way, I'd have more
people saying my English is powderful heheh.
You're damn deprived of good literature, man.



Although I'm pretty disgruntled
that I had to pay $18, count them, $18 for cab fare.
Extra 50% surcharges bite ass.

Also, dear Anitus, the day was blog-worthy.
If only I could get my thoughts organized, if
only I had the time to, man. Aww, screw it
fucking hell. I'll probably not blog properly till
the end of the week. Crazy schedule, I tell ya.

Ministry of Sound Album
and The Libertines. God-awesome music.

Oh fuck it, I can't organize my thoughts.
I'll go divert my energies into trying to get
laid instead.