Then 7 AM go to Bursary collect $800, and I sat at the edge and there was this girl who was playing with her loose baby tooth.
Then rushed to work. Late. 10.30 AM. Saw LeeCheng and Lewis, they are so like happy and stuff.
AND. I went to town impromptu with Standley Roseanne and Ferooze to eat dinner at JustAcia it was so nice and I taught them that condoms have a correct side to them.
Then I went to sleep in public?
Huh so embarrassing.
How I’m being invited to a countdown so I have to go do my stuff.
Well, I invited all of the gay boys I knew and we all had the most massive, most orgasmic .. orgy of our lives. There was so much cum in my living room, I can still smell it from my bedroom.
Who else feels as emotionally lost as I do. Maybe it’s the boredom that’s just creeping up on my very neck, maybe it’s the guilt that I burden now, since I’ve done suspicious wrongs in the past.
What do I deserve? I toss and turn around in my bed. My usual insomnia. But why! I can’t help but think, then somewhere between the deep thoughts of my personal haven… I am emotionally lost.
I am disconnected within myself.
How do I find a reason to believe in me, what I don’t believe in myself.
How do I torture what I need not, to get faith in my own status.
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How do I not flourish within my gardens of which
Apples, they grow not. Instead, the jade vines creep, but
How. I do not reason.
My garden is dying a death even though it’s dead.
Where my compost that is joy, cannot fertilise what I need to grow my flowers upon.
Hello to all, it’s a wonderful Christmas Eve. The Christmas of 2007! Oh shit, and 2008 is just next week. And more importantly, the student internship thing. Oh. Panic panic.
Happy birthday to all the people whose birthdays are in December, by the way. Hugs and kisses.
I’m in an unusually festive mood right now. I’m scared. I hate feeling festive. I’m way too old to enjoy any special occasion any more.
I’m alone at home now.
Blogging. Trying to.
Hmm.
Merry Christmas to me. I’ll just turn on the switch to my imaginary Christmas tree in the living room and enjoy a bowl of Christmas soup by myself beside my imaginary Christmas fireplace where (imaginary, no duh) Santa will come down from.
Lesbians everywhere. Some kind of Lesbian night thing. But the upside is, I got some NewUrbanMale vouchers (first 500 attendees la, walao eh___) but I just now stupidly went to roll it. Who wants rolled NUM vouchers? 20% off undergear leh.
Some looked like boys, some looked like gay boys.
Some boys looked like butches.
But the gay boys can’t be gay.
Because the guys could be straight. OMG THIS WORLD IS SO CORRUPTED.
And there was this transsexual, a gay-boy-dancer-turned-woman-diva. Lipsyncing to “Listen” by Beyonce. Diva. Much. Oh God it’s so hard to describe in words.
Maybe I go back to basics and join all the fish in the sea by typing:
“Today I went to work it was very crowded but afterwards i had nothing to do so I taught a colleague some Good English and now she knows lots of words that’s really nice, polite, and gives me chills.”
Or maybe
“After work I went to para and there was this boy who was waving his arms about he looked really really funny and really had no sense of style nor rhythm which is super ironic in a sense because he choose “FREESTYLE” so fuck, the game’s not free, and neither is the style. arm waver look so gay.”
But also, this morning, my mother went for an interview with Motorola.
Hello all. It’s been a long time since I blogged because of the mood I’m in lately.
Nowadays I sleep beyond 4 AM. Shock la. And yesterday, I slept at 5 AM, just to wake up at 7 for work.
Oh speaking of work.
There were 3 power failures today. And customers would go, “Oooohhhhh….” like some kind of disappointed mob choir. And I hate that the lack of Vitamin A in my body would cause me to go night-blind. Hate it so much. Not to mention today, I put on the contact lens in my left eye inverted, so it felt weird, though it posed no harm. Just some discomfort was all.
And I’ve also heard from external sources that Charmain is wearing…
A gold ribbon around her neck.
Like, what?
So daring!
GOLD RIBBON?
Wah! Wanna compete, har? Hahahahaha. I only wore red and black. Nothing as grand as gold. Someone apparently went ribbon shopping.
I thought it was only sweet little innocent virgin boy sluts like me who wear ribbons around our necks to show our slender necks to those vampire chasers. Mmhmm. And if a girl wears a ribbon, it’s OK.
I’m slowly getting familiar-y with all the “new birds” at work, if that’s what a manager tells me.
Hahaha. I am so at a loss of words to speak.
Oh yeah. That day I went to Heeren and Standley and I saw Darren. We always see Darren at Heeren. Because it rhymes!! OMG I have nothing to blog about.
