Singapore, observations
1. MY CUP SIZE IS A FUCKING E. I AM NOT A FUCKING E!!! WTFASLDAKJAK
2. Is there a reason for the sudden influx of angmohs in Singapore? Tourist season or something?
3. I am still on World of Warcraft, current level 43! IF ANYONE PLAYS WOW (which I think none of you do, gah I’m still 10 years old) PLEASE TELL ME SO WE CAN PLAY TOGETHER.
4. People whom I talk on Meebo: Meebo doesn’t work on my router, for some reason, and I’ve uninstalled MSN and refuse to plug it back, so sorry!
5. I tried playing MGS4 for all of 4 minutes, and (I think it was just the controller because it was whacked) I couldn’t get the hang of it. I like how they called Snake “Old Snake” now though. Ahaha.
6. I watched “Don’t Mess with the Zohan” today. Please, please, please, save yourself the misery and don’t watch it. I thought Adam Sandler was above these things!
A quickie
WHOAAA
I THINK I HAD TOO MUCH CAFFEINE
I’MA ON FIRE AND I THINK I HAVE STOMACH CRAMPS FROM TOO MUCH CAFFEINE BUT WHAT THE HECK OMGOMGOMGOMOGMOGMOGMOMGOMGOMG
Dreams and Guns
Reading Laura’s post on her dream made me remember of the nightmare I had last night. I was in the parking lot near a giant supermarket, and this guy approached me with a gun. I said I had no money, and Jackie Chan walked by. I thought he would karate-kick the hell out of this gunman, but then he was shot. The gunman then moved into the supermarket and started shooting everyone. I ran and told the people outside to hide. So we did, except we hid behind plastic fences. I moved around trying to get out of his line of sight, and he shot this wheelchair bound guy who was eating his dinner.
Then a female police officer shot him. The end.
This isn’t the first time guns have appeared in my dreams. The first time was when Eminem shot me in the back, and the second was when Saddam Hussein shot my entire family while we were crossing the Iraqi border to… somewhere.
Well, at least this time I wasn’t killed.
Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings
I am half convinced that the crazy always stems during the weekends. It must be all the beer drinking and partying that creates the crazy. Previously I reported on an abusive ex-boyfriend with his profanity laden ex, and this week more crazy happened.
I believe this time it was a different couple. Guy wanted his Girl to ‘go home’. I never quite got the premise of their quarrel, but the Guy kept going on and on about getting the Girl to go home. There was a lull for a while, and the Guy exploded along the lines of ‘YOU WERE WRONG AND YOU KNOW IT!’ Girl retorted back: ‘Don’t fucking say that I was wrong when you fucking know I wasn’t.’ Guy continued to insist she goes home.
Then it stopped. Thank god.
This morning, from somewhere through the multiple cracks and crevices of my apartment, I heard a couple having sex. The girl was just shrieking. I’m guessing it’s downstairs. It’s been happening for a while now, and why they want to have sex in the morning with morning breath and all just baffles me. Oh well, to each their own.
The Short Period Pill.
This is possibly the most ridiculous thing I’ve seen.
‘Heart attack, blood clots and stroke’ are not considered ’serious effects’. You’ll be fucking dead.
Who in the right mind would want to shorten their periods to 3 days at the risk of DYING? It’s just 4 fucking more days! Live with it!
