Saturday, November 29, 2008


I caught The Office Party at SRT with the FBC last night. Although its compared to Love Actually, I did think that the story itself lacked a little depth. For one thing, it's a Christmas play amongst the complexity and inter-weaving of the mini stories and characters I found it incredibly depressing. 

There were some funny bits but in the end, there were no happy endings which left me feeling quite fucked. The localization of the play could have been better, the accents were just so confusing. There was too many of them. A good actor doesn't have to speak in an accent just to be understood. 

It's set in a fictional advertising agency and I was telling J about it which affirms why I will not date another guy within the industry. (and by this i mean media) Too much tension, bitching, horny co-workers, frustration and inhumanely long hours.   

On a more personal front, I saw him kiss his mom goodbye. It gives me a heartwarmingly tender feeling I've not felt in years. For a moment, she caught me smiling and she blushed a darker shade of rouge, I said my goodbyes in a really cheery mood.

After breakfast he walks into Subway and orders 2 cookies for himself and 2 for me without asking me. That's quite attractive.

Friday, November 28, 2008


Love the new group dynamics, its a breath of fresh air. Work hard to slack more.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The strangest things he says.

There's this island right ... it was called Phuket and it's in Indonesia. For all you geographically impaired people Phuket is here.

I think Old Chang Kee does their own advertising. I mean remember the pregnant curry puffs? That's the grossest thing I've ever seen. And why would I want to eat a curry puff within a curry puff?

Yah and you know what would be really scandalous, finding a sardine curry puff within a curry curry puff. 

Image taken from official website

How do you even go to sleep at night knowing that you ate some baby curry puff for tea!

It's times like these that I look upon and I understand why I am so unspeakably attracted. He makes me laugh till my cheeks hurt. 

Thursday, November 13, 2008

I'd make my own sex tape one day

To even the most cynical people, I say to them it's because they've never given themselves the opportunity to fall in love. 

Love is a wonderful thing - it lets you almost get away with murder, it's the reason for the explosive viral phenomenon called the sex tape and fill your body with endorphines and head with all sort of unrealistic expectations - even for a little while the world would seem perfect :)

Speaking of sex tapes back to the subject title. Unless you're a really considering an amateur turned professional porn career, I cannot see what would possess a girl to be cajoled into being video taped doing the nasty nast. At the end of the day when it gets leaked, it is always the girl at disadvantage. I can imagine the older folk tsk tsk tsking ... 

Ah father mother never teach ah! 

Having said that, I'd do a sex tape but only if he allows me to videotape him in a blonde wig with me and strap-on and him bending over first

I'm sure you can see where my weird fetishes are going but heh ... that's a tale for another time. If he can earn my respect and take it like a man, I don't see why not. 

Wayne says: 
i wanted to comment on your post. your blog hates my comments though. i was gonna say that i would've volunteered if not for a) the strap-on (i got no problem with the blond wig) and b) i'm almost certain that you'd leak that faster than paris hilton can swallow a whole cock but mostly, it's the strap on thing. i'm lesbian. our kind don't like it up the bummy.

Friday, November 7, 2008

If I could turn back time I would ...

I love Norm. But as much as I love catching up with him, its a bittersweet affair. He reminds me of so much I try to put behind. 

N: Not that I'm dissing my friend but do you want to be stupid the 3rd time
Me: No, its just something I need to get over by myself. It's been a month. The longest I'm consciously aware that I'm deliberately avoiding someone and have to remind myself that all the time. That's what makes it so hard and it gnaws at me like festering cockroaches in my brains. 

Sunday, November 2, 2008