Sunday, April 22, 2007

dating & talking cock

Yang's just forwarded me this article from TalkingCock. It's hilarious! At the same time thoughtful, but I guess the thoughtful bit is lost on a blue IC holder like me. Unlike the nice normal pink IC holders, PRs are more likely to distance themselves away from potentially controversial political discussions. And when everyone else on the island is sweating away in the voting queues we could sit one corner and drink milkshake.

Anyhoo. Been holing up at home to do work the past few days. I have a distinct feeling that I'm getting lazier. I just have neither mood nor energy to socialise. The only friends I see are my project group mates, and even then we don't meet up for long because I have an ADD problem. The downside is that when I do decide to doll up and go out I get sloshingly drunk. Holla bash... not good. Not good at all. It's all a bit of a blur but I remember screaming like a horny hen-partier at Gotham strippers, making friends with the security personnel, toasting strangers and finding everything extra super dooper funny.

I also went out to get my 600 poker chips, which were detained at the SingPost building because my seller didn't include the invoice in the package. But thank goodness I didn't have to pay any taxes on it. When I was handed the long thin box holding the chips I paused for five seconds thinking, "How on EARTH am I gonna get this shizzle home??" because y'see, it was heavy. As in heavier than I expected. As in I walk five steps cradling it like a baby and then my arms want to drop off. Boy you gotta love cabs.

Au contraire to what is visible in school, I am single. I get nosy people like Mr Low Xu Yang (who's gonna intern at Deutsche PB and get paid $1.5k... RAAAHHHH!) asking me who's the 'dear' in the previous post. Eh, hallo, it's Sydney lah. I was feeling depressed so I called her because I knew she would give me tough love. I'm actually a rather unwanted spinster.

'Eh, are you back together with Gary? I see you with him in school all the time!'
Naww, we parted amicably and vowed to remain friends and we did. Have to be civilised with each other since we're in the same project groups for 2 modules.

'Eh, are you seeing X???'
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Whoever that X guy is, he is very lucky to be associated with me. Ho ho ho... Seriously tho, not seeing anyone. Just friends.

In fact, I've been hanging out with girls so much lately that my FATHER actually expressed CONCERN.

Father: Are you OK?
Me: Eh? OK?
Father: Ya. Are you?
Me: Erm, I think so? Why?
Father: Just want to make sure you're... normal.
Me: Wha-
Father: Oi. Don't laugh, this is serious business.
Me: OK OK don't worry I'm normal.

But even if I weren't, what's wrong with being a lesbian, hey?? I bet it beats fanning a man's ego and letting him get the upper hand. You never know where he'll put it.