Backdated July 27th
The last stick I had was on Tuesday evening around 7, just before I boarded the plane. And I finally had my first stick in the past 3 days, as soon as I left the mother after breakfast while I was walking to this dingy stuffy and humongous internet cafe I found, which is about an 8 minutes walk from the studio apartment I’m residing now.There’s so much random stuff to share, and I have a time constraint cos I’m supposed to head over to Hongkong in an hour, so I’ll just dish out in pointers:
1) The 4-hour flight to Shen Zhen was horrendous. Travelling by budget really cramps one’s style, and definitely the choice of reclining positions in air. There wasn’t anyone seated beside me so that gives me and neighbour (2 seats away) more space to play around with. But irritating passenger behind me probably had legs so long that he kept kicking my seat, bearing in mind that the seats ain’t thick and cushy enough so I was ultimately pissed off. But getting the window seat was awesome, as we flew over Hongkong, taking in the aerial view of all those brilliant lights of the city just makes me utter a word of ”WOW”.
2) The food’s expensive and to top it off, the chefs really love dishing out salt and oil in excess.
3) Shopping’s not exactly cheap cheap like in Bangkok. But I enjoy the thrill of bargaining and the 3 women (mumsie, sis and I) have been pretty successful at this. Mostly, thanks to sis who’s already been there for 3 months. Just a quick bit on my sis, I’m really impressed at how she has matured and grown to be so independent. Really proud of her. No longer that whiny little sista of mine.
4) Suayness can diffuse like perfume does. About a week ago, I was slapped with a SGD$200 fine for flicking my cigarette butt with style (I quote the NEA officer who nabbed GJPS and I) and damnation, just yesterday when we were shopping in 东门, my sister’s wallet got pickpocketed. She lost 500HKD, 50SGD and 600RMB. Poor sis, was really sad. That was like her quarter month’s salary as an intern over here. Perhaps I need to make a trip down to one of the temples to ward off all ill luck. To add on to that, is the police here really suck big time. They are fucked up in caps and bold. It’s a long story, and even as I speak, my sister is on the way to retrieving her wallet (found by some guy) with her chinese colleagues and the police lest the guy demands for some huge sum of repayment.
5) On hygiene, one cannot flush the toilet paper down after wiping’s one ass or potpot because apparently, that can caused the toilet to be choked. Yucks.
6) I left Singapore a happy 45kg girl. I think I weigh a lot more now, having had so much to eat. And my jeans a little too tight for my comfort. Not too happy about the weight gain.
7) The lack of goodlooking/cute/handsome men in Shenzhen.
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.
Monogamy out, Polygamy in!
In late January, A, who has a girlfriend, proposed a game-sort-of-affair/relationship with me. It’s been two months, and we are still very happy together.
In late March, early April, B fell for me despite knowing I am seeing A.
I have told A about B and A, despite her exclamation of happiness for me, is not exactly that very happy. Well, she doesn’t really have a say since I ain’t the girlfriend.
On the other hand, B has been forewarned that I will not compromise A for him, in which he has reluctantly but hopelessly accede to my terms.
Now how great can that get? Like A and B both know each other and that I am dating both openly.
But you folks don’t have to envy me. Dating two people at the same time can be pretty stressful and unnerving.
Take That!
Before I return to sleep… There are some things that deserved to be mentioned like:
1) I’ve gotten ZKQ’s msn/email/friendster address through a mutual friend of ours. Now, all is left and required of me would be a wicked plan of strategy to have him fall to my feet worship me.
2) I am determined to eat less chocolates, more greens and that daily 4 portions of fruits! And while at that run more with JW to become the once hot bod me! ZKQ like small cute girls and I am the furthest away from that right now. And to reduce intake of alcohol (Erm, till after I finish the bottles of beer in my fridge?) as well.
3) Clarify intentions to JW. I seriously think he likes me. OH GOD. Now, that’s hard for me to handle. I was sleeping soundly (I last recall) till I felt a hand across me, hugging me? I know I ought to have just pretended to extradicate myself but I am such a whore for hugs. What I really would have wanted would be Boy Little hugging me to sleep instead. Or ZKQ for that matter. Not my good pal whom I don’t even call brother. Ah Zhen I am fine though.
PERK Of The Day
I’ve set my sights on a cute boy. My smart science colleague.
From NUS no less. Rides a bike and blardy is cheenapok.
Sigh, nevermind, it’s all about the influence baby.
ZKQ here I come! I will have you eating out of my hands before you know it.
Roar!
*oops*
I must be shy and demure.
*meow*
Xie Xie Ni Cheena Boy
I bore you folks I know.
I haven’t had much of a life these days, with my oh-so-very-last-minute-hug-the-buddha-leg style of mugging.
JW’s not going to be reading this at any rate (and he had better not be) but in any case, I am grateful to him in starting me early for exams preparation, to have him sit me down like a little kid and motivate me to study along side.
After 3 hours at his hall’s study room, we drove out to Macs at Pioneer Mall since we wanted an airconditioned place to study in, made ourselves comfortable, and studied for a good 2.5 hours! Now I’m back in the comfort of my own room while he has driven back home since he has a tuition class at 10 later in the morning.
Today, I made much more progress than usual! I shall not be disappointing, especially since I am feeling highly inspired to study today! I am not sleepy! 
Earlier on, on FM93.3, the deejay was dishing out some advice on how it may not do ladies too well to take too much initiative in expressing their liking for the boys. I didn’t manage to catch the long of what she said… but in short, girls should still reserve a sense of shyness towards that first step. Well, I don’t think so!
What century is this? It’s MODERN DAY! Hell, of course I would still like Michael to say hi to me first but darn, if he’s that dense to not be able tell what’s good (and hot) stuff (read: ME ME ME!), then I shall have to knock some sense into that basketballer head of his, for him to sit up and NOTICE ME!
I’m beginning to sound a little indignant. Alas, men these days, just don’t get it. It’s tough being a woman, but tougher to have to deal with such creatures of remotely low SENSEs.
Will you prefer the girl to start the ball rolling or have the boys do the first thing first? What about my female counterparts?
Alrighty, back to my chemistry notes!
Applaud the Feminist!
A masterpiece of writing by Popagandi aka Adri.
Read it.
Quote: “This is why I will remain a feminist, I’m not apologetic for it, I won’t burn my bra, I don’t hate you, and no, you can’t watch either. “
“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?)
