" slide it up....slide it down...slide it left....slide it right....slide it all around".......oohhh!....yeahh!...ahhhh!............Well, i didnt know playing with my botak head will feel so good....really, you guys should try it too.....go botak, then play about with it with your hands......and its really cool, literally......I was in my friend's car....wind-screen down....my head out....wow, some feeling through the head which i havent felt in years....well, lets see....a decade to be precise, coz that was the last time i went botak. So yeah, in about 30 hours i will be reporting to my 'new home'......I would be lying if i said i am totally excited about it...and i would be also lying if i said that i am not looking forward to it.....Lets just make the best out of it shall we......so thats that.

Back in the past, when i had a blog...i wasnt really keen on sharing it with many people.....Now that things have changed(i am botak now) and will be changing(frequent stay-ins).....i think it would be good to use this blog as a form of communication.....to people whom i know....and people who feel that sms-ing me is a bloody waste of thier 5 cents can msg me here by commenting..........and people who have exceeded thier free monthly sms and are thinking twice about having to pay for the next sms can also do the same. And hopefully i can keep in touch with you people.....Coz i love you all...i really do.....Bye.

And then i wonder how can someone pride oneself on being so into the fashion and runway world out there but could actually mis-spell 'Chanel' as 'Channel'...not once, but thrice....well, being low-knowledged myself, i actually thought there might be such a brand(forgive the doubt)....so i clarified with a friend of mine, asking her whether is there a designer-brand named 'Channel'.....but sadly no....no such brand.

Even i who have a hard time understanding fashion know that it is named Coco Chanel.....Wow, i pity this chic......Coco Chanel will be haunting this girl to her grave. God bless her .

Nothing gets me more pissed than a 'Limited Access Profile' on Friendster. Sometimes while surfing around, i happen to be on a quest. A quest to find a hot chic of my race through Friendster. And if you happen to know me well and you live in Singapore, you will know the rarity(make that very rare) of beauties that lurk in my race. So after about 1 hr and 15 mins of intensive searching, when i spot one, nothing beats the excitement, okay maybe Halle Berry's lapdance might. So i click on her photo to check her out....i get this "Access to xxxxx's full profile is limited to Friendster members to whom xxxxx is closely connected."
Noooo!...."Oh God!, why have you forsaken me, why am i not blessed to admire these gorgeous chics. Not once, not twice....but thrice denied!!!....How long more do i have to search to hit upon one that allows access to view her photos.".....man, that sucks....i swear its one of the shittiest feeling, so shitty that its good enough to be in the" Top 5 shittiest feelings" chart. Well, Life is Unfair, so they say.

You should have heard the news about the death of Steve 'Crocodile Hunter' Irwin by now. And anyone who hasnt heard about it and only realise his death after reading this blog...Well to save you the surprise, his death didnt have anything to do with a crocodile.
Infact it was an animal which we humans might deem save and friendly(well,at least i would). Now i see why they are called stingrays. Coz they sting, no joke.....A stingray's barb pierced his heart. It's a freakish death, considering he didnt die old or get killed by a croc. I mean, from the way he handles the crocs, you just feel that sooner or later the crocs will get the better of him. Honestly i would have felt good if he was eaten by a croc, and that would have shown kids not to be a crocodile hunter when they grow up. But one thing you have to admire about the guy is that he loved what he did, he had this huge unbelievable passion for it. That is cool......Till then, RIP.

I was at MacDonald having my breakfast after a long night of partying. So there i was, seated and thinking of what to eat when a friend of mine was telling me that a Bapok seated outside Mac was looking at me. So i turned to look at her with a big smile.

Honestly i thought it was a lie, a Bapok looking at me....but it wasnt. She was looking at me alright, and she even called me over to the place where she was seated. She was with her group of Bapok-mates....My friends told me to go ahead and join her. I was kind of scared, well if you were to refer to my earlier entry in my former blog, i had this teeny weeny fear of them. So it was sometime before me and a friend of mine went to join the Bapoks. There were 2 of them, both of them were pretty, one was real-hot.....If she had been alone, it would be hard to say if she was a Bapok or a genuine lady...So we went over, we talked with them. The hot one's name was lisa, she is from Thailand and the cool thing was she had a feminine voice....the other one's name was Palau(if i heard it right)... had a masculine voicebox...yew!......So it was kinda cool you know, interacting with lisa....She was really pretty and i told her that thrice....1st "you are very pretty"....2nd "really, you are a pretty lady"......3rd(when i was about to leave) "eh, i am not lying, you are very pretty"....well i guess she knew she was pretty, she didnt even bother to say 'thank you' the third time.

I think i no longer fear them, they seem a friendly bunch alright....but not all i presume. I dont know how it works with Bapoks....A friend of mine once said, you pay them 40 bucks and you'll land yourself a blowjob....is it true?......if it is.....i wonder which guy in the right state of mind would wanna get such service......i can get a shot with 40 bucks at geylang and they bloody well have a real vagina there.....Well anyway, it was nice meeting them......the one with the feminine voice at least.