Friday, February 10, 2006

I'm damn pissed!

(Warnings: Spoilers ahead. Proceed with precaution)

I was watching Survivor just now, same time telecast as USA.

I thought that this season will be the best, because for once, we have 4 tribes instead of 2.

BUT HELL NO! The freaking merge the 4 tribes into 2 when they're only showing episode 2.

It's like so what the fuck! The younger woman are like food, tempting the younger-horny-man, and i thought this temptation will go well into the 7 or 8th episode.

But now, the man are practically having their lust fulfilled, and in the next episode, they're getting a body rub from the young woman. That will be orgasmic for the guys( I bet they came in their shorts) especially they're out in this remote island and the next best thing they can come across to a vagina is a squid. (Yes, guys to pull out the squid head and fuck the squid body when they're horny. I believe it's recorded in 101 SURVIVOR FOR NABY MEN)

This move really pissed me off so much, I switched off the tv. Fine, I was close to switching it off, until the last survivor who wasn't chosen to be part of any of the 2 tribes was sent to the exile island.

This fucking hell of a lucky guy was exempted from tribal council, and he'll take over the member who was voted off the island. So damn lucky. And he also get's a chance at the immunity idol. Cool.

Anyway, I'm pretty much done with survivor because it's so freaking passè.

Anyway, I did went jogging today. I'm glad I didn't procrastinate because this will be a good start before I enlist. If I carry on my jogging routine, I suppose I'll be ready to handle tougher PT.

I realise I'm having this problem of blogging properly, because my train of thoughts are going everywhere, and when I put it down on the dashboard, it seems pretty messy.

Anyway, I realise recently that fat people will always remain fat, because of their legs. I think legs are the hardest part for fat people to slim them down. Slim people, obviously, are born with slim legs, while fat people have fat legs. Both slim and fat people can tone their legs, with the to-die-for calf muscles(damn! I hope I have them, which I obviously don't). But, fat people's legs will always look stocky, no matter how thin their body will be, while slim people will continue to have to-die-for legs.

Anyway, I do not discrimate against fat people, if not I wouldn't be friends with xiao rou bao. Right, Elena?

Anyway, just as i was tagging and surfing the web, I came across this on my taskbar.


(sorry arh, photo alittle bit small, because I don't know how to make it bigger)

For awhile, I thought I was surfing porn. And worse of all, it's drag porn.


(Whisper from a drag.........on)

Then I realise it's my blog. PHEW~

Sian. I need to go and prepare to meet Elena now.

UPDATES!!!

Just came back from town. Was in holland earlier on. Suddenly had a urge to get a haircut, so I did.


(Bloody bugger beside me. She insisted on being in the photo, and apparently, I insisted otherwise.)

I had like standard hair( standard as in almost every guy had it once at any one point of their lives), and suddenly I just felt so sick of it, I decided to get rid of them all.


(That's how fugly I used to look, and still continue to look like.)

Me and Elena were like rotting at Holland's Starbucks, and we were getting so bored, so she suggested to go town. Which we did, and I somehow managed to link town and getting a haircut, so I got a haircut.

Somehow the barber didn't understand what I wanted, so he had to cut my hair 3times before he gave me what I wanted. And the way he used this brush thingy to brush my head was like as if I was a pot that havent been washed for months. I suspect he's racist.

After having our muffins and bagels at Starbucks at Paragon, making our way to Heerens, when a girl selling flower came up to us.

flower seller: Hi Mister, would you like to buy some flower for...
me: No thanks. She's not my girlfriend anyway..
flower seller: Haha, alright sir.

That's a good way of rejecting all this flower vendors.

Anyway, me and Elena were shopping and was walking around in NUM. While I was looking at some tanning oil stuff, Elena suddenly came up to me.

Elena: Eh, I got a confession to make. Go out go out.
Me: Huh? Gossip arh?! Okie okie.. Faster go out.. Faster faster..
Elena: Remember that time we went Sentosa, and we bought this bottle of tanning oil? You thought we lost it right? Actually I brought it home..

Can you believe? She lied to me then lor!!! She kept telling me it's gone..it's gone..it's gone.. So it's with her all these while. SHE LIED!!

I'm getting bored. So I think I shall log off and read MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA. I know I lagging, but what to do, HMV selling it at $10.95. It's so damn worth it.

Okie, it's damn freaking obvious that I'm getting bored. Oh well.

breezed in at 2:57 PM