whenbiziblogs about the chiongster in her being aroused,
she unwittingly reminded me that it had been ages since I let myself indulge in the anomic state of booty-shakin n the accompanying minimal alcohol intake.


Like I said b4,
I still don't like
nor approve of the whole idea that being in a club is equivalent to
being handed a license to silence your morals,
and give in to primal instincts.
Sigmund Freud said that in every human being
there's an ID, a Super ego, and an Ego that mediates between the two.
It definitely seems as if
the superego and ego are Cinderellas who leave for home before midnight.
Moreover there seems to be this warped idea
tt all girls who are brainless enuf to put themselves on the hunting ground ie gone clubbing,
are fair game.


That said,
I've gotta be completely honest.
It is still flattering to be hit on,
shiok to turn them down,
and even more shiok to bitch abt their attempts.

HAHAHAHAHA!!!!

It sure seemed as thoh Deer and bak kwa were right to call me a bitch.
They were too polite to say it to my face of cos.
But their thought bubbles were pretty obvious I must say,
with "BITCH" in red. Bold and underlined.

It's really nothing to be sad abt.
I take it as a compliment
cos accordin to them
bitches are always more enjoyable to be ard.
Supper with them is laughter-filled as always,
spontaneous as usual,
enriched with nonsensical theories and less fattening.
I mean, given the fact tt I was coerced and dragged off to chomps
I don't think it right tt there shd b any weight gain on my end.

Life is starting to feel more like life ever since exams ended.
These days I find myself getting acquainted with the welcomed sense of emptiness
following the departure of stess,
not to mention the very trying task of recalling the activities tt felt so fun
when I was struggling to convince myself to slog my guts out.
Somehow, they just don't feel as fun anymore.

So I'm spending my time in front of my desktop hammering away on the keyboard,
boring pple to tears with my incessant ramblings,
stocking up on draft posts waiting to be published
(Must control myself to publishing only a post a day mah...regulation of supply)
while simultaneously counting down the days to work,
to ritual Sat lunches,
to cruising with mummy,
to cheapo honeymoon with Dew in Malacca,
to the lovely lined-up meet-ups.

I'm lovin every minute of this shameless lifestyle
Of course.

Dear wo, I kept my promise.
No exposure of embarrassing stuff , n ugly pics of u on public domain.
Haha~