Cause for Celebration?
Just watched this over the news.
Anal and oral sex will no longer be illegal unless the person is forced to perform the act without his or her consent, or if the person is under 16 years of age.
Yeps the old Section 377 has been changed.
Sexual offences
Sex deemed by the Government to be “against the order of nature”, including anal sex and oral sex (except as a precursor to conventional intercourse), is criminalised by section 377 of the Singapore Penal Code, though the latter has only infrequently been enforced. In practice, private acts between consenting adults are not the subject matter of prosecution. Homosexuality in Singapore is not illegal, but homosexual acts are considered “against the order of nature” as well. Nevertheless, large-scale outdoor gay parties had been discreetly approved by the authorities from 2001 to 2004. These parties were advertised throughout Southeast Asia and attracted a large audience until a conservative backlash beginning in 2004, attributed to an increase in HIV infection within the gay community, put a stop to their official sanctioning and led to their banning.
Well not that this is going to affect me, but anyhow thought I would just share the tidings with you peeps.
I was pretty amused after I read the second note made in relation to homosexual rights in Singapore.
2. Lee Hsien Loong, Prime Minister of Singapore, is anti-gay.
Ok, now, I sure hope I don’t charged for copying and pasting, that on my blog. i.e. Read: This is not a personal opinion.
The Used Dick Syndrome
Poor me is suffering from that right now.
After close to 2 months of hiatus, I am hopefully back on track and motivated to blog about me, my life, my school, my work, my boy, and of course my girlfriends, not forgetting the interesting conversations I have with the Pea Babes in the Pea Room.
Some updates for now…
1) School’s reopening in less than 2 weeks time. As usual, I am fucking screwed cos this semester’s workload appears to be horrid and disgustingly heavy judging from my timetable. May the good Lord save my ass. I am so not looking forward to school.
2) This Saturday will be my last day at Outlet O as a permanent part-time floor staff. I may return to help them out as casual labour whenever I am free and able to. But meanwhile, you won’t be seeing me return there any time soon. (At least 6 months before I can go back there to partayy!!) So come on down if you can, and party with me. I will so very much miss my dearest Mr Wong.
3) I’ve shifted to a single room, am loving it very much though it is way up on the fourth storey! I tell myself each day as I climb the stairs, that I am working out a shapely and toned ass. So Lord forbids that I should get fat and gain another 1 stone. Dammit. All I am short of now, is a freaking microwave/hotpot and I can almost live in my room without getting out. And yes, the new room is able to receive Channel U! I am so happy!!! And it’s less noisy and more windy in the new room! Thanks to my babes who got me my fridge! Lovely!
4) All’s fun and happy with JW albeit some things which I really shouldn’t and can’t be spilling out over here. You know what they say about keeping ugly family truths low key. So no blabbering about it. Well, if you insist on knowing some details, I do suffer from the occasional bouts of the “used dick” syndrome (as often as I turn into a fuckee).
5) My baby, the Gothic Jap Porn Star, turns 21 five days back! Good on you baby! Have your parents given you the magic 21st key to romping and rolling around on bed with another man freedom and independence?
6) I have signed up for the Real Run, possibly the AHM, and will be signing up for the Stand Chart Run. It’s back to working out my lazy fat ass!
That’s about all for now, short of my “I wanna do plastic” phase and my deranged shopping list. I need to earn big bucks.
I Love You I Love You Not
Why did I utter those three words to B (JW) last night?
Out of guilt?
Out of passion?
Or do I simply just feel obliged to return the words?
In B’s words, he was missing me madly when I wasn’t around the whole day cos I was at church, then out with my ex-tuition kid and her starbucks colleague (the 20 year old Malay-Chinese mixed guy is UBER CUTE CAN!!!) and spending the entire evening-night doing a post-birthday celebration dinner and drinks thing with Marycherry and Merlin; and couldn’t concentrate on his books and got upset when I didn’t reply his texts.
My phone died! Not that I didn’t want to reply!
Would B have been more agitated had he found out that A (Boy Little) had texted me to have a drink with her and sleep over at her place earlier? I didn’t though cos I only saw her messages after getting back to hall…
Love is a complicated shit, ain’t it?
Money Wannabe
Girls don’t like boys
Girls like cars and money..
Yeah, and that’s the lyrics to a song by Good Charlotte.
Ask any girl that, and they’ll give you the same well or at least standard reply.
A group of us barflies (Mandrake, Naive Guy, Barffie, Joel, SassyJan, Duckhawk, Myalterego and myself included) had dinner at Botak Jones at so damn far away ulu Pioneer Road Sector 2 (those industrial areas around Tuas where you can’t reach by public bus) earlier on. But the food is to die for. Big portions and cheap considering the quality of the food!
Duckhawk who kindly picked me up from school nearly got lost at what.. Jurong Shipyard?
Anyway, I digress.
Myalterego explicitly expresses her desire to be a taitai (oh poor duckie is breaking out into bucket loads of sweat, righto bro?) over dinner. Same goes to Sassyjan. I’m of course no exception.
I dream of a life of enjoying high teas in swanky italian cafes; shopping in the likes of Dior, Burberry, Miu Miu, Prada and Gucci; being chauffered to mahjong sessions with fellow taitais..
What a dream beyond rich reach.
Judging from my current social circle of middle class average income Singaporeans (take no offense my dear friends), I am no where near dating rich eligible bachelors (by birth or by effort) who can afford me the highclass lifestyle. Unless say I pimp my ass or work/slave/slog my guts out to climb that corporate ladders and get out of my economical rut aka stinking poverty ditches! And even then, it will still mean another 1-2 years before I arrive at that said destination. If ever.
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On a different note, I have not blogged the past 2 days largely because I have been busy studying and partly because I was quite in an emo state, what with A (Boy Little) telling me she loves me. And fucking hell, how her girlfriend has found out about us. Yet I failed to reciprocate her expression of love with a “same here” other than a grateful “Thank You” cos I could feel the love for her waning since B (JW) came into the equation. Now that’s ultra shitty of me ain’t I?
A left me two love bites on my left boob on Tuesday afternoon, and last night, B saw it. Oh shit. The guilt. I am bound to reap my bad karma for being such a greedy bitch.
Spooked out
Either the stress of studying has gotten to me, the lack of sleep did, the intake of a can of Carlsberg and a bottle of Bacardi Breezer before sleep or just sharing a bed with JW.
Being the thirsty alcoholic I was, craving for (n)ice cold beer, I buggered JW to accompany me out to buy beer and cigarettes. Successful in accomplishing step 1 of my mission, I managed to persuade JW to get a can for himself.
Hah step two done and back to his hall room.
Having suffered from sleepless nights earlier the week, I reckon the beer will be handy in aiding me to sleep.
JW went to bed first at around 3ish. I continued to study till 4ish whereby I was so tired and shared the bed with JW. At around approximately 5ish before the witching hour ends (when the morning sun dawns), I vividly heard a set of deep breathing (snoring) which remotely does not sound anything like JW or mine. And it came from behind me, on my left while JW was on my right. And next, I felt a set of hands holding my left waist down. And I just wasn’t able to scream out to JW for help.
When I could finally move and sit up, I ended up groping his crotch grabbing his leg, waking him up from his sleep. Now, JW thinks the beer is causing me to hallucinate about a ghost in his room. I’m so terribly freaked.
Me deranged or under a spiritual attack? May the good Lord protect and deliver me from all evil. Amen.
Roar Like A Tiger?
I just had a dosage of tiger beer, yes, my alcoholic sabbath is kinda over, seeing how I’ve been drinking (very lightly though).
Am doing my research in JW’s room. Both tired but sleepless souls.
Meanwhile, his roomie is probably very much in his slumber after playing hours of warcraft.
“Help me get to sleep?”
What? Hello, do I look like some sleep therapist?
It started with my text to him.
Me: I can’t get to sleep. 
JW: Fuck.. I also.. How?
Me: Do you think going for a run will help? Let’s go run!
JW: No.. Sleep with me help.. =X Siao lah.. You run even more awake loh..
Me: No leh, I run already will be tired then easier to sleep. Eee, what if you rape me in the middle of the night? Can, if you can promise to keep your hands to yourself..
JW: *Blush* Shy.. I don’t know running makes you sleep.. Go and eat all your foood.. Eating consumes energy.. Eat until tired then sleep..
JW: Rape you? I don’t want nightmare.
Me: Haha! Eat at such a time will get fat! Cheesebuns, I am a guy’s greatest fantasy more like it! Nightmare your arse! Please, letting you share a bed with me is your honour!
JW: So confident of yourself sia.. Every man’s fantasy.. Hmmm.. Go club one time, become so big head ah..
Me: Nabei I’ve always had guys after me.. You just don’t know my charms! Angmohs, Chinese, Nigger, Indians, Malays all conquered ok! I’m hot. I wan’t your small pillow think it makes me feel sleepy.
JW: Haha you can have it, feel like drinking..
Me: Your tiger is here.. then you can bring your chao chao along..
JW: You want you come.. I lazy get off bed.. If you come, and willing to help me out with the beer, then you bring the Tiger along.. Hehe
So that were the messages that transpired between us before I walked over to pilfer his chao chao and brought him his goddamned awful Tiger Beer, which he made me drink some of that awful potion.
Cheesebun, that JW tried to peek at me blogging. But it’s a secret. He doesn’t know I keep an active online diary. No one’s to know I’ve shifted over to WordPress as well except for Sunshine.
Will let the closer friends and bloggers know of the move as soon as I’ve settled down here nicely.
Ok, he’s finally asleep, my battery’s running low and I should retire to my bed too.
Retching Wretches
Hur Hur Hur.
I just met up with JW for a quickie quick smoke before I turned in for the night.
And there JW related to me the full story of the 3 drunken ones he had to send home on that Friday night/Saturday morning.
JW the driver, who had a lot more to drink than us, did not join us in the ranks of the puking clubbers.
The first to drop off, R, his best friend the birthday boy, had merlioned thrice, once at O BAR, once outside O BAR, and another time at the petrol kiosk.
The next to drop off, yours truly, hurled once at the petrol kiosk, another time while waiting half an hour for JW to get R up his home and after I got back to hall, struggling to throw up but nothing came out.
The last to drop off, Q, his course mate, who stayed a couple of blocks away, probably had the funniest story amongst us. That fella got off at the busstop, threw up a load, and continued to puke as he walked across the road to his place! How’s that for a drunken dude? Haha, boy, I laughed so much as JW was narrating the entire story to me. Hold on, that’s not all, Q had a tiff with his family and decided to camp over at JW’s place, which was perfectly fine with JW. JW drove him over, got him settled with a cosy cushion and a sleeping bag. JW was woken up at 6 (shortly about 2 hours after they slept) by Q with a morning greeting that went “Hey take a look at this!” Q had vomitted in JW’s room! Oh yikes!
JW really had it bad, imagine having to clean up the father’s car after 3 retching wretches whilst still feeling tipsy and all.
It was worse than the occasion whereby both Sunshine and the Gothic Jap Porn Star got drunk on me at Copthorne Hotel, just before entering Zouk. Hiaks.
Parting line from JW: It was all too dark and I could only feel for the damp spots and damn you guys, I touched all your puke. The next time I am going to drive myself back and leave you people to cab back home.
Oh sweetie, that’s what make you about the most lovable guy to me now… Awww… I’ll repay you one day with all the kisses I can muster!
Forgive me JW for I puke on thy car
3 consecutive nights of drinking and 2 of which saw me merlion-ing the half-digested contents of my stomach.
Friday night was just plain disgusting. Mainly, I was disgusted with myself. I gave the guys a shock when I started puking because I didn’t look drunk at all. But the violent motion of JW’s drunken driving caused my stomach to lurch (I really have bad motion sickness) and I just hurled out of the car window, with some bits of vomit splattering onto the sides of the door.
Boy, what an ugly sight, the car, the puking babe in the front passenger seat, the drunk driver (JW), the other puking passenger (JW’s best friend in college who’s also the birthday boy) and the more or less sane passenger (JW’s school mate in NTU).
Geez. How did we get home safe? Only the good Lord knows.
Saturday morning and I woke up with not just a bad hangover, but a second round of vomitting my gastric juices this time.
An entire day wasted to sleep away the drunkeness.
I shall dedicate the next couple of weeks till May 2nd as my sabbath (defined as a day of religious observance and abstinence from work) to my alcoholism. Oh, with the exception of celebrating Zhen’s early 21st before he gets recruited into army.
Resist the temptations of my thirstiness!
The L-Night
A night that saw me puking on the cab back to hall.
It could have been that belachan sting ray, chilli ‘gai lan’ and spicy ‘lala’ that Boy Little and I ate at Newton Food Centre for dinner before a round of beer at Walas. Though it was more likely that I over-ate my usual amount of food even with only half a bowl of rice (She finished up my other half after devouring her own bowl of rice).
I was telling Boy Little after the first song of The UnXpected’s second set on stage that Shirlyn sounded sick. And yeah, she is and poor babe didn’t deliver her usual audience-rousing kicks of songs.
I left my extra glass of half pint Carlsberg for one of the servers called Jason while we finished up her second one pint of beer.
We then went for the Les night at Zouk, my very first time attending it and I actually felt very comfortable partying in a group of lesbian girls and gay boys. Boy Little was helping me spot hot pure lesbians for me to befriend (Didn’t you folks know that was my greatest fantasy – to fuck a real hot lesbian babe with real boobs! Like Chelsea Scott the model!)
I even met a neighbour of mine (let’s call her F) who used to be my junior in college. We spoke of our lives after college and how I came to stray onto this path since she was around our table of friends with her own group of mates.
I suspect F’s hitting on me. F is quite a cute butch. And we stay in the same estate, she just being a block away. Doesn’t that make life convenient for quickies? Yeah if I return home every weekend that is.
Quirks of the night: Bumping into my lesbian neighbour and using the Gents!
Visual Appeal: Not as many hot pure lesbians as I imagined there would be. A couple of good-looking butches though.
Music Factor: Greaaat cos it’s RnB!
Special Highlights: Dirty dancing with Boy Little! Our first time dancing so close together despite having clubbed together before!
Overall experience: Interesting and enriching.
p/s: F fisted a girl. WTF?!
“So Hot”
Yes, that’s my middle name.
Miry-so-hot-clay.
Hurhur.
That I conclude (very unabashedly) after having been picked up by 3 guys at Zouk last night. Of course though the men are not very prime goods; one being average-but-rich-looking, one being a better-than-average-cute army boy, the last being this think-he-is-so-fucking-big Negro who persistently wanted to dance with me and bring me back to his hotel room; the numbers by default, still make me one hot lass, at least to the horny asshats around. The weird part was how I did not even notice them around me because I was simply into dancing and drinking with the Gothic Jap Porn Star.
Bugger off nigger. Which part of the statement do you not understand? “I am Lesbian, I am not interested in men and certainly not you.” His dick (and balls) must have been ruling over his mind.
Didi’s friends encircled me protectively in defense to the nigger’s sexual advances. One boy, (boy because I am at least 3 years older than he is) told the nigger off and for a moment, the nigger had wanted to beat the young chap up. One big black nigger versus 6-7 scrawny boys? The nigger wins. God, I am so gonna scream for security!
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? No, I doubt not.
p/s: Did I mention GJPS got awfully sloshed? (Yeah what’s new about that?)
