Strip poker...? Not!

Due to this major, major, major communication breakdown today with Guangyi (he and I mixed up on where to go), and also to my very queasy tummy, I stayed at home for almost the whole day.

He came to fetch me to Causeway for Mac though. Then we spent the whole night playing daidi and cheat and poker card games at my place. It was damn fun, who knew a mere pack of cards could entertain us for that long? And he does push ups like super fast. I struggled with my crunches... Forfeits suck, I lost most of the time.

Oh and we fed guava to Missy too. The dog can't be trained anymore. All she (it) knows is how to shake hands (paws actually!)

As usual when he comes around, I'll take out my whole booklet of neoprintz and show it off to him. Yes I used to be neoprint girl, can? Chelsea and I used to go to Causeway and do it almost every week without fail.

Today has been extremely good, perfectly drawing my year to a close. Well, almost. Just one more day left to the start of a new year. And tomorrow will be a very unique day. Who goes to a night potluck picnic and play games while waiting for fireworks to bring in a new year? And Jy said we could use his boxers as a mat..... I said we could use that to fly the kite!

Can't choose between...



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And...



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Runawaytrain: If one day you notice we haven't talked in a while, it's not because I don't care anymore. It's because you pushed me away.

Friendship is an intricate dance between two people, invisible threads binding them together. It requires effort but it sure as hell pays off well. You have your priorities; I'm not one of them, anymore. The moment I decided not to reply your text that day was the moment I knew I had to give up. When I read about you being too lazy and tired to explain, that justified my decision further.

I cared enough to keep trying. Did you? Really?

I know you're reading this. So if this is what you want after all, you can embrace the change now.


Everyone prioritizes things differently. It's a wonder how some friendships last even though both parties are swarmed with schoolwork/work/whatever, and yet some wouldn't even cut it close. I wouldn't even call it fate/destiny/whatever that makes a relationship last. I would put it to the amount of effort, how important your friend is to you and how you actually prioritize.


Oh and... My tummy is going to render me an invalid soon. It fucking hurts and I'm actually having a conversation about it with Melanie on her LJ. I'm supposed to be showering now and then going to deliver porridge to Caryn. But damn this stomach of mine. Once again proving I am intolerant to spice. Must be the spicy noodles just now. Damn I'm never gonna eat mee soto again.

My porridge how...........?!?!?!

I want to cry.

2009

has been kind to me. Making up for the bad with generous sprinkles of good. It could have been better, but it has been a pleasant year. I couldn't save some relationships, but I made one which has brought much more love to my life (so mushy but ily babyg!). Nearly lost one because of senseless reasons but I'm so glad we are still together (and will be, because she still owes me a gold bathtub for my future wedding, no escaping!)

And I spent the whole of 2009 with someone who is mostly special (when he doesn't make me angry... Ok la, always special!!). [You are so special because you are the one I've had the most fights in my life with! Not even my mother can rival you ok! And without you, my 2009 would not be as good as it is now. So, despite our fights of late, I still love you.]

I hope 2010 would be so awesome it would make 2009 pale in comparison.


Ok random but...! Few days ago, I got a mirror fixed in my room. Today, my dad helped me fix the cardboard thingy up so I can stick pictures onto it. Now all that's left to do is to take and print pictures! Very excited, new project!

I hate it whenever I meet up with Melanie and the first thing I say will be, "I had a fight with Guangyi."

Then she will go, "Again...?"

And I will launch into a huge tirade about everything and blah blah blah.

I am such a friggin' loser.

In chaos, we found safety. To: you.

Happy 16th to you too!
I think my letter pales in comparison to your... presents.



Thank you for everything, including breaking your lone shopping trip virginity to get my presents and braving the countless stares from rude people who obviously didn't know any better. Love you badboi_90!!



And y'know. The day you cover up your little devil will be the day I stop laughing at it, I promise.


Anyway. Guangyi had an off day today.
I spent a lot of time waking him up then we had lunch and he ate all the fatty pork.
Then we went out to catch Bodyguards and Assassins. It was good. Made me want to cry but I forced myself not to. I get very emotional watching movies... Don't know why.
Then we went back home and had dinner.
THEN I ATE ALL THE FATTY PORK. Nabeh. And I wonder why I am forever still at 45 and can't go down to 43/42. I suck. But it was so nice I couldn't stop. Ok disgustingzz.

[ Sidetrack: It is sooo unfair? He eats so friggin much and all the fats goes to his tummy (hehe sorry couldn't help saying this) but it disappears after a day or so then he is the same size again. His weight always fluctuates. But still, he is the same size after eating like twice of what I eat, everyday!! Why can't he just grow fat already? ]

Oh so after dinner I made him read the short letter I wrote to him and he gave me my first present. I have three! One for today, two for Xmas. All from Forever 21........ I think he knows he won't go really horribly wrong with F21 that's why everything's from there! Ok my fingers itchy tonight, hence the information overload. Maybe I'll delete this tomorrow.

Goodnight!

Naughty G!

Xo ^^


Sorry I don't have cleavage so will you please stop staring!


Busted!!

Metals and ink and cleavage and love.

I like bad boys. Bad as in not literally bad, but bad as in I like them with a little attitude. You know how they say that 男人不坏 女人不爱. Well that's the case with me. I don't mind a little piercing or tattoo as long as he has a good heart. Actually, I kind of like the metals and ink. Sexy if done right, don't cha think?

Quote Chelsea, it's stupid that people frown on people with tattoos and immediately associate them with gangsters and stuff. Like it's already the 21st century. Body art is a matter of self expression.

I second that, absolutely. I think everyone should go get a tattoo before they die. Best experience ever! I've always wanted one... No regrets!

And judging by how random I am writing tonight, I'm gonna talk about boobs and cleavage.

I seriously seriously, don't mind my size now. I think I'm an A. I like being A. You know like it won't really get to have a chance to even sag when you're old, like low maintence sort of thing. I like low maintence.

I have a friend, her boobs are like almost the same size as mine, and she wants 'em bigger. Like B, maybe C.

Actually I think what matters most is cleavage! You can have small boobs but still have cleavage. I love cleavage. It's hot.

I sound like a pervert but I like it when some chio bu is sitting in the train and I'm standing right before her. I like to admire people's cleavage. It's definitely nicer than ass.

Shut up and don't judge me. Don't tell me you don't stare at cleavage!!!

Ok, abrupt ending!!

Anyway, Babygirl, have a safe flight there and back, remember to get the boys' heineken + red bull! Take care of yourself please. Love you! I will miss you!! P/s. I love the card you did, very kewt!!


Edit/

I quote Zahrin!!!!!

I read Ginny’s blog. And she talked about boobs, probably her best post ever!

And it inspired me, (plus she dared me to), to “randomly” write about dick sizes/length whatever. Like, since a girl can talk about their stuff. Right Ginny?

Okay now, I must say I’m very blessed. But unlike girls who stares at other girls boobs. I don’t stare at other guys dick. No i don’t. I swear, seriously.

But being blessed isn’t all good(I cant believe im saying this, but really.). Its hard to ride a bicycle. Its hard to hide when “someone” misbehaves. Seriously. And wearing boxers would be a bitch, you need the support(to push you up when you’re down, okay I’m kidding.) I tried jogging with boxers, yes, a lap and i went home just to change my underwear. Okay i think i shall shut up now.

I don’t mean to sound like a pervert here, but, Ginny dared me to. I’m innocent here. Okay now I’ll stop here.

(Y) Probably my best post ever! HA!