back. too lazy to blog here, blogging mostly on dhan's blog.

kapu kapu kapu kapu

why do people care so much about how they look anyway? some people are afraid that others will despise them at first sight. well you don't have have to worry about anything. i myself wear slippers and shorts to paragon and wander into posh shops too. you don't have to be scared.

everybody seems so depressed nowadays. can't they take a cue from billy and jenny and me and live their lives like a long drawn-out spongebob cartoon? how come it seems like they try so hard to find something to be sad about, pierce every part of their bodies, listen to disturbing music, write self-pitying diary entries, when they could just whip off their clothes and do the super duper sumos routine in the nude and be happy?

no no i don't dance in the nude. i might give some little eyes emotional scars.

by the way i might want to become Ana. i can never be Mia though, cos i hate the taste of puke.

i said nearly though.

anyway my china diary will be up in a few days. i've been recording the events in a notebook while i was there, but some parts have been censored due to sexual content. ha ha.

here i am, back safe and sound. ohhh darling dhaniah how lovely of you to worry about me!! i got you a gorgeous prezzie that nearly blew away all my cash!

i'll be leaving for china tomorrow. i might die in a plane crash.

choi!

touch wood!

i love michael jackson. i don't care what you fuckers say about him but i love michael jackson.

i hate you!

if i ever become a boy, i'll be a cross-dressing gay. like germaine tay says, i am a fag hag. she's right. and i'm not only a fag hag. i really want to become a boy. i wish i was born a boy. you won't know how many times i wake up and wish i had a penis.

don't get me wrong here. i love being a woman. but i would love being a man too.