Annual Photowhoring Session

I have a point to make.

Seeing as how the entire hoo-ha about the Wendy Cheng revelations went, and how everyone eventually started acting mature and shit after all the heat died off, pointing fingers at each other and spouting lines like

'Arguing over the internet is like running the Special Olympics, at the end you're still a ree-tard... P.S I lurve euu XX! Jia You!! ^ ^',

or

'Oh, I can't be bothered with these wimpy girls they're childish and immature and I'M a mature blog-surfer n' shit... Nevertheless here's my <insert text here> 1/1242345235 cents* worth of comments so that all you ladies can gape in awe at my incredibly sensible logic and I am thus superior to the whole world</end supremist text>'

... Well, you know what I think?

Up yours, man.

Here's a bunch of ladies throwing a fantastic verbal catfight for your distinct pleasure! And best of all, ADMISSION'S FREE! So... I mean, Fuck! Just sit back... Read... Laugh... And generally be thankful that you're profiting from another's foolishness! No-one asked for YOUR kay-ann-ann opinion, anyway.

Of course, this is in specific reference to the generic masses who tag such fuck-lines on the blogs in question - Man, I seriously CANNOT stand superior-sounding shit like that. Bunch O' Faggots.

And of course, this short rant necessarily excludes all bloggers who blog cool shit, like those whom i visit and comment on (photoshopping of legs and droning endlessly about one's day every damned post doesn't quite cut it as cool... Unless we're talking about cool the way dead bodies are cool to the touch, and that's definitely not what I had in mind).

So yeah. Rant over. Filler post again... It's been awhile since i've posted photos... Well, okay, it's been MONTHS since I last posted photos. So here's a couple, just for old time's sake:




In The VIP at Zoukout. Sadly, we didn't catch any bang-bang-bang action a la the real In The VIP series. Catch no ball? Google "In The VIP", then... ages 18 and above only, by the way.




I wasn't made to smile. So sometimes, I just throw a Ridikulus Face and hope to get away with minimal damage. I don't think it worked quite that well this time round, though.




Chow's having a Lunchtime Leg Buffet over in his room (I was tempted to write ter ka i.e. pigs trotter's ho ho ho ok ok just kiddin'), and Chalk wants a bite of the nasty meat.

Actually, that sounds kinda perverse. Anyway... YOSH I have ABS. And no, I so don't photoshop body parts. I think that's one of my biggest gripes about A Certain Person. Especially since Certain Person went to digitally slim her legs, which ranks as the capital equivalent of Murder One in my little black book of Wong's Laws (bonafide Legs Guy and proud of it!)

If you want a shapely figure then head to the gym and work for it... Youstupidfuck.




This is where I type a stupid line like "Cheeeeeeseeeee!!!!"

Yes, I do think I just did exactly that.




Aha! I dug this up some time ago, and now it's found a permanent spot on my room's collage board. Its the dastardly duo of Chalk & Lionel!!!

He's sulking (Chow calls it his Lan Jiao Bin) cuz the cake isn't his... I think it was either Gramma's or Granddad's birthday, but yeah. Look at the Incredible Sulk!

I'm wandering around looking completely clueless as usual. No, I am not staring at his tits.

And just check out that 1970's furniture! The mosaic doorframe! The antique stool! The Lau Jiao tiling on the floor! The big wooden dining table which encompasses the entire width of the living room!


All too often I wonder what it'd be like going back in time knowing what I know now.