The games we play.

Its been awhile again, but thats cause of the new shop is finally open, which still doesn't have internet. I didn't realise how much I rely on the net to get me through the day, and now work is draining my soul away. Been working 6-7 days a week and my hours have also been extended (10am-8.30pm) with no additional pay at all. Yippee.

In these past few weeks, I've been through *so* many counselling sessions with my friends... all because of women. Theres so much to say and so much of it really bothers me, because I'm getting more and more worried about whether or not there are any sane girls out there.

One particular gripe ... how shallow minded some of these girls are.

I hate it when I hear a girl complain how her boyfriends getting so boring these days, how he's always at work etc.
I hate it when they get romanced off by some dickhead, spewing out cheesy lines and cheap gifts, because thats easier to see than the love and dedication the first guy offers behind the scenes.
I hate it when they never see reality, they think life is all fun and games, never realising that life's a bitch.
I just hate it when they are blind to how much their boyfriend cares and argue over stupid tiny things that don't even mean anything.

I could go on, but then it'll take days to load up my blog.
I really don't see it when girls/women go on about how "Women mature faster than men.".

At the moment, just can't be fucked with all the headaches associated with women. Just so sick of these stupid little games... but deep down I still really miss having someone there...

Which prompted me to adopt a new strategy:
Start masturbating to granny porn, dead kittens, Kevin Bacon.
Do it so much that my brain starts associating sex with filth and disease.
Hopefully the next time my feelings grow for a certain girl I'll start dry retching.

E.g Jerk off to this bad motherfucker:


*fap-fap-fap-*
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*GAG*

Happy Birthday Jean and Sandy

Wow.. Its been awhile, so let me just try to be lazy and blitz through current news.

Last week had a surprise birthday for Jean, courtesy of her hunky but queer boyfriend James.

• Heard James speak viet for the first time; reaffirm doubts of his heterosexuality.
• I walk on ice faster than I skate. An asian girl laughed and smiled at my antics. She was ugly. I hobbled away.
• Andy is too shy to talk about faeces, sex, periods or household appliances.
• James is the world's most expensive prostitute. Entry fee into his ass a staggering "ONE BILLION DOLLARS". *pinky to mouth*
• Jean is still annoying when she drinks.

I don't remember what I did for the rest of that week. So instead of worrying I'm going to pretend I stayed home and hibernated.

Last Friday night was Sandy's 21st. I'll be lazy again.

• Sandy has many, many non-single asian friends. YAY.
• One of her friends sorta looked like Jessica Alba, who was cursed with the name "Bernie".
• Free booze = Responsibilities be damned!
• Roxy bar has the shittest DJ this side of Mexico.
• The dance floor was deserted cept for Zi and some gweilo facing each other, dancing frantically. Was egging Zi on to jump into breakdance and finish off with a "You got served!"
• Scored mad brownie points with the guys by standing up and not backing down to some random fuckwit hobo at the pool table. I actually headbutted Bubba, and not one single potential mate witnessed it. Thats so fucked up.

I was drunk which if you've been following my blog means: sexually frustrated, which in turn means: SO ANGRY.

What I want to know is... where were the rest of you guys?? Don't let an asian stir up shit with ANYBODY one on one~!! We're renowned for our mass gankings and here you are, letting me start shit with a dude that looks he can pummel me into a squishy pulp? Especially since if bouncers intervened even just a few seconds later than they did, I might not be here telling this story right now.

This weekend has been Sandy's 21st, and then Tom's bday, which was celebrated with two nights of karaoke, Saturday at my place and then Greenbox on Sunday. Saturday was just run off the mill drunken goodness but Sunday has some new controversy for extra excitement. Don't think its a good idea to get into it but just... so disappointing. Not even angry. Just disappointed... and frankly a little ashamed of the particular person.

The Gossip radio has been going fucking haywire lately with sum fucked up shit, and I'd share some of the more decent stuff in a later post.

Chao~

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Get out of town

Ack. Not meaning to be rude but goddamn these guests have got to go. I have been deprived of my cable internet for about two months, and now this previous week I had to share my room with my parents... and I'm only finally falling asleep when I collapse outta fatigue cos of all the tom-foolery going on downstairs.

The shitty old man's been carrying on with all his friends downstairs for the past week, living it up, playing mah jong, smoking cigars, drinking expensive wine and whisky, staying up not worrying about work cause good ol Jimbo's got things covered.

I'm in bed, face twitching, veins popping and every now and then I go to the top of the stairs and yell at them "Keep it down! Some of us have work the next day!!". Then they'll shush each at other and giggle while saying to my Dad: "Man.. you really need to get your own place..". Then after about 5 minutes they'll start getting rowdy again.

And when they actually do go to bed, its not much better. My top floor is host to 10 asian oldies, youngest being about 127 years old. Their collective snoring scores at least a 6.3 on the Richter scale. They could've at least bought their daughters along with them. Shitheads.

Actually its not that bad really, once their snoring gets into the same frequency. Kinda like being lulled to sleep inside a giant 747 jumbo.

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Guess whos back, back again.

Hmm. Didn't realise that Xanga only allowed members to comment.
Well I salvaged this layout somewhat.. Still not very happy with it but with my skills in html this is the best I can do.

I'll be posting in both from now on.

Piece out.

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Monkey's gonna getcha...

Stop.
Trying.
To.
Rob.
Us.
FUCKERS!!!!

Seriously. Enough is enough. Yesterday nearly got robbed... *again*.
Luckily my dad and his friends finished the grog so he went down to the basement for more booze. Our basement can only be accessed from outside the house on the side, because it's more like a one room floor downstairs, if you get what I mean. Anyways, old man goes round to the side, hears some noise and flashes his light to the door just in time to see this skinny white hooligan skamper off like a dirty cockroach.
The fuckwit had enough nerve to do it with a house full of noisy drunk asians! And he full took his time, dismantling the window piece by piece!

*Very* tempted to seriously grab my computer and go live down there. Not cause I want to be the stereotypical albino living in the parent's basement, but to prevent further break ins. And to be a full time sperm donor.
I'd actually hope that one day, one of the faggots will try again while I'm asleep inside. If this happens, so help me God I'll drag the fucker inside kicking and screaming, and rape him.

If hours of sex with an overgrown chimpanzee doesn't deter you from a life of crime, nothing will.

Call it shock therapy.
Call it my contribution to society.
Just don't call the police.

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