ihaveneverbeenmorescrewed.
spilledacupofwater
onthekeyboard,
andnowthespacebarkey
wantstoruinmytuesday.
happyreadingfolks.
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UPDATED
[time check :12.34am, 7 December 2005]
[mood :
totally pooped.
my orbuicularis oris and masseter ( both of which are facial muscles that facilitates jaw and lip movements and why of course,i got those terms from google. and kudos to med.undergrads xD ) As i was saying, those muscles are going to disintegrate any time soon. i swear my chops havent stopped moving for 7 hours,either for my imperative needs to consume or for the sole purpose of catching up with that mich. yes , you shouldnt put 2 girls together in a projectshop cafe together. esp when one's from nz and the other from the hdb heartlands of singapore.there's just too much to complain,too much to update, too much to rant and squeal about.
why, of cos ,this isnt the crux of today's entry.
apparently,the good graces of my boobies have been saved by miss wonder stranger.yes, miss woon here ,tonight,met a repulsive lecher in the train who was apparently staring at her boobies.i can fully comprehend and empathise with that ah pek on why he even had to stare and to strain his perhaps failing eyesight on something that's almost non-existant.But, for the integrity of those putty sized boobies of mine, i changed my seats, to sit beside miss wonder stranger,who is directly opposite him,so i could point at his genitals and show him my most fearsome hand squish. so yes, miss wonder stranger and i started a polite conversation and she was relating how that man , i guess was straining his eyes, to look at me and her experience in sydney,but somehow the conversation digressed to how i would handle such situations the next time round.
yes so next time,
if i meet a lecher who stares at the wrong place,
i will give his balls a good twist and wrench.
if i meet a sick bastard who dares to wank in front of me,and he has the luck of me having a shaver with me,
i will carry out a on-the-spot circumsision,to remove all the fore skin till it reduces to the size of a pencil nib.
but , nah all these, are what i call effective anger managment, yang seriously doesnt have enough guts to do that. but i will do think about it.well ,yes, i think i want to get dad's boobies. i reckon he's at least a 36 F. how envious.
so yes pictures shall do the talking tonight.as of other nights.
these days.i think my blog is becoming more of a photolog, which i must say, isnt such a bad idea after all. cos no words ,simply none can aptly describe what a happy happy girl i am. xD .
i told my mum i want to go a sch that has holidays the whole year round and she told me to enrol in the institute for mental health. right.
spilledacupofwater
onthekeyboard,
andnowthespacebarkey
wantstoruinmytuesday.
happyreadingfolks.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
UPDATED
[time check :12.34am, 7 December 2005]
[mood :
totally pooped.
my orbuicularis oris and masseter ( both of which are facial muscles that facilitates jaw and lip movements and why of course,i got those terms from google. and kudos to med.undergrads xD ) As i was saying, those muscles are going to disintegrate any time soon. i swear my chops havent stopped moving for 7 hours,either for my imperative needs to consume or for the sole purpose of catching up with that mich. yes , you shouldnt put 2 girls together in a projectshop cafe together. esp when one's from nz and the other from the hdb heartlands of singapore.there's just too much to complain,too much to update, too much to rant and squeal about.
why, of cos ,this isnt the crux of today's entry.
apparently,the good graces of my boobies have been saved by miss wonder stranger.yes, miss woon here ,tonight,met a repulsive lecher in the train who was apparently staring at her boobies.i can fully comprehend and empathise with that ah pek on why he even had to stare and to strain his perhaps failing eyesight on something that's almost non-existant.But, for the integrity of those putty sized boobies of mine, i changed my seats, to sit beside miss wonder stranger,who is directly opposite him,so i could point at his genitals and show him my most fearsome hand squish. so yes, miss wonder stranger and i started a polite conversation and she was relating how that man , i guess was straining his eyes, to look at me and her experience in sydney,but somehow the conversation digressed to how i would handle such situations the next time round.
yes so next time,
if i meet a lecher who stares at the wrong place,
i will give his balls a good twist and wrench.
if i meet a sick bastard who dares to wank in front of me,and he has the luck of me having a shaver with me,
i will carry out a on-the-spot circumsision,to remove all the fore skin till it reduces to the size of a pencil nib.
but , nah all these, are what i call effective anger managment, yang seriously doesnt have enough guts to do that. but i will do think about it.well ,yes, i think i want to get dad's boobies. i reckon he's at least a 36 F. how envious.
so yes pictures shall do the talking tonight.as of other nights.
these days.i think my blog is becoming more of a photolog, which i must say, isnt such a bad idea after all. cos no words ,simply none can aptly describe what a happy happy girl i am. xD .
i told my mum i want to go a sch that has holidays the whole year round and she told me to enrol in the institute for mental health. right.
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