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Category: frontal lobe

in lieu of a marriage and kids

this just warm fuzzy feeling all the way to my toes. how can it not, really? after a whole day looking at retardes (HANGOVER!) and weirdos, to be greeted by sweet kitty innocence… have i become “that cat lady”? i think photos of just one cat hardly counts.

sunday snooze

a wishlist

manja? mango? chomel?

manja ugly (i didn’t name her btw) adpoted from @lainie and @liy am reminded again of how badly the blackberry camera sucks.

way back in the day

i weep at the irony of being broke, now. when i started as a wee green grasshopper, taking home a tenth (i wish) of what i’m making now, i had oodles of cash to splurge around on unnecessary things like nintendos and shark pouches and cow-printed shite. i could also drink myself senseless and cab [...]

flowers, and rainbows, and ponies

just realised that i’m spamming people’s blogroll literally with a big “fuck you”. so. in the past week people around me have sucked. hard. some are a big surprise. some are just blood-sucking leeches. always have been, always will be. it’s hard to be surprised when leeches have bad manners. duh. anyhoo, was having dinner [...]

Testing mail to wordpress

Postie Sent by Maxis from my BlackBerry® smartphone edit: yes yes i know wordpress for blackberry is way more awesome, tighter controls & settings, but i wanted to try this for yonks because the damn postie plugin wouldn’t work the first time round.

credit cards are evil. HSBC cards are even evil-er.

when JT told me never to get a credit card, i thought he underestimated my awesome willpower. it was i who underestimated how evil the cards are. and no, i didn’t go on some monaco/dubai shopping spree, they are. just. fucking. evil. so the first time i got into a little hot water was when [...]

pussy-fied

So last night I hit the sack early around 1 in the morning and was already nodding off when the fucking landline started ringing. And ringing. And ringing. I got up surprisingly early the next day (for me) and the phone was just making a ruckus. Seems that it’s been happening a while now. Whoever’d [...]

like a colony of bacteria, we’re all connected

an innocent browsing of photos. his girlfriend’s new baby niece links you back to a past you try, but can never forget. a harem of girls who serendipitously gather at the same smoke-filled club each week, reveling in a drunken exchange of air kisses and bodily fluids. some cocky attention whore is random online friend [...]