go go valium!

so here i am at 245 in the morning, waiting for the valium to kick in so i can knock off. why do i need valium, you ask? simply because i slept at 6 the day before and im kinda trying to swap back to sleeping at like, uhh, 12? be a normal human being and sleep in accordance to normal working hours, that kinda thing.

so... i was taking a shower just now, and i dont know why but i suddenly started thinking about my tastes in women. in hindsight, this is probably because i just met this young lady named marilyn whom i got to know back in college days (what, 4 years ago?) on msn and we were chatting n' stuff. and after logging off i went to bathe and i remembered in the shower how i used to go out with her for a short period of time.

and i recall that she was the really guai sorta person. and i look at my current tastes in girls and im like, wow, now thats quite a turnaround.

damn. ten minutes and the valium's kickin in. this be good shit, yo'.

thing is, i must honestly say that when it comes to the ladies, i have my eyes set on a couple things. first off, almost all (who'm i kiddin'? the word is all) the girls i choose to set my eyes on have a common trait - they all look damn slutty man. im quite incapable of describing it right now because my writing and comprehension abilites are exponentially decreasing with every passing second, and now my head is rocking very gently from side to side. i shall not check for spelling errors tonight as i usually so meticulously do.

so yeah. slutty chicks. aiya, dont ask me why la. guai guai girls, sweet demure girls... cannot make it for me la. i remember watching a couple movies and some of my bros would be like eh that girl looked damn sweet and i like etc, that sorta nonsense. and i'd be oh, yeah, she's not bad. like the girl in kung fu hustle; apparently she looked pretty sweet shy demure and all that load of crapola.

sorry man. that sort dont bake my noodle. or flip my cookie. or float my boat. or whatsoever nonsensical catchy phrase you can think of.

invariably, the kinda girls i look for will always have some form of sluttiness in em. like, maybe its the way they act or dress. or the way we sorta click and flirt around while in a club. maybe its the way eye contact is made. i cant explain it, not while my head is now lolling dangerously from side to side, and im rapidly typing so i can finish this before i collapse on my keyboard.

friends who know me know my tendencies. in a way, i like playing with fire. not that i be like james bond who screws the baddie girl-sluts and still wins the day (that wouldnt be too bad, though, would it?); i dont like martinis, anyhow.

heck, i think even if you dont know me personally, one look at my pic above you can understand the tastes i have already la. right not? this kinda poseurish wannabe act cool yadda yadda whatsoever fuck photo... say whatcha want man; i actually took this pic to see how my new ear studs looked. and then i thought "eh. hot damn i look good!" so i photoshopped it and there you have it: 1 x friggin hot stuff.

oh, lest i forget. i am also a terribly legs person. not that i have fantastic legs or anything (i do, however, have a pretty good bod which i slave endlessly for. so what if im tooting my own horn. valium is like truth serum, know?), but when i look at a girl... in order:

1. face/hair (aiya, all one place what)
2. dress sense
3. legs (good legs are fucking yosh)

notice that its an obvious progression from top to bottom. why legs last, then? because i save the best for last, and i always linger on the legs. sadly, this can be quite marfan in clubs because some ladies dress in jeans. nevermind! sometimes from overall looks the general standard can be deciphered. club so long already, if i didnt gleam anything from my past experiences i'd be a toot man. fucking toot.

ok. i dont know what im saying already man. basically, i guess its something along the lines of i like slutty sorta girls. but please, dont make it sound like i wanna hitch up with annabel chong or something like that; there are much more subtle connotations to these tendencies, know? anyway there's no worries - i've laid off dating already, so nothing should come out of these tendencies. maybe a fling? or two? aiya, but honestly im not a loose cannon sorta guy, so in all likelyhood if you're a slutty sorta person and you become/are my friend (or closet slut; doesnt matter, i can still sense you from like, a mile away) we'll just be good friends and club together and play drinking games and i can bum fags from you, that kinda shit. this is in all, a very appealing relationship to me right now. i like this way of finking.

valium does good things to your head.

if you're a hot looking girl who reads this blog and thinks "hmm, i sense a connection with this smartass studmuffin. could be because after reading this, the box you tick in the imaginary questionnaire in your head is the one that says all of the above. closet or real life slut with looks to kill, hell yeah that sorta thing? well i'll say to you sweetheart - what're you waiting for? comment on the damn commentsboard and leave a link too; i'll get back to you asap.

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oh yeah. after such a valium induced and meandering post, this is the link to my friend marilyn's blog. i had actually intended to plug this in the first place, and i dont know how i've managed to deviate so alarmingly over the last half hour from this noble aim (actually, i do; my head is now going round and round and round as though im a very wise chinese sage). anyway, i honestly had no idea she wrote so well. the post on the singtel customer relations cracked me up, and you faithful readers know that when i say something makes me laugh, its good.

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miuuusiquelll stuffffs: my chemical romance wasnt exactly attractive to me. initially i thought they were pretty rubbish. but thank you for the venom is a pretty awesome song. like, girlfriend bashing stuff, know?

hey j! you're a B-I-T-C-H. thanks for the venom, baby. hawhaw. bash bash bash. bash.org roxorz!

ok, i think i reached my limit. i havent rushed out such an entry in so little time before. g'nite people. think less about the issues in your lives, and try have more sex. i think that would help greatly.

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the morning after: blogger mysterytanlines has come up with a sypnosis of star wars episode 3.

catch is... its in hokkien. yet another splutteringly funny gold mine of brilliance on the net. sheer genius, i say.

link provided here.

warning: for those who havent caught revenge of the sith yet, spoilers ahead! you have been warned.