April 24, 2005

As Arty–Farty as I’m Going to Get

WARNING: This is a rather random blog. Kinda like a modified stream of conciousness.

I’m supposed to be doing work. I have a presentation on Wednesday and exams….and I’ve done fuck all. And I won’t be able to do anything until like next week. Oh dear. Yes admist through my mini panic attacks and paddy-fannying about, I am writing this random blog. So let’s commence.

There are many things I want to do and want to be, and there’s no way I’m ever going to be able to do it in this lifetime. Sad eh?

I want to be a famous musician. I know I can’t sing. So a songwriter. Well actually I can’t even write lyrics. I can do do riffs though. So er let’s scrap that. I want to be a famous drummer. Oh yeah. Drummer. I had the potential. Those were the days, Winnie the talented musician, one of a kind. And then of course I go away or rather come here where everyone else around me is better than me. And also stop practising because I felt like I coulnd’t improve anymore. So basically, I am not really that good at anything. But I want to be the best. Because Winnie is a WINNER. (and a Loser for just saying that).

I want to be clever like Good Will Hunting. Well I realise his first name isn’t “Good” but it sounds more dramatic when I say Good Will hunting. Or, second best would be, I want to be clever enough not to have to revise for 2057204792 years. More like revise the night before and get like 90% in all my exams. I may need that this year. Actually I know I’ll need that this year. Funny thing that is. I feel like I’m absolutely screwed work-wise this year. I felt that last year but got through okay (because I was a lucky bastard), and then I say the same thing again this year but I feel even more screwed this year than last. So then I just feel like a dickmonkey because I always say “crap I’m going to do really bad” and then end up doing okay (because I am a lucky bastard), but then this time around I don’t think I can only ride on the luck bandwagon.

If I were to die today I want to be recognised for making a difference in this world. Which obviously I won’t. As I have not made any difference in this world apart from my sporadic efforts to recycle.

I want to build homes for the homeless…AFTER I get my engineering degree. And of course build a house for my wife. Because I know she will end up living in her trailer and really…..they aren’t very warm.

I want to make sure the soil is safe to have homes built upon for the homeless (and wife).

I want world peace. MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR! Do people not SEE it? Why does everything have to be so complicated? Everything starts out in simplicity. Take Binary – 1 and 0. Simple. And through our 1’s and 0’s the resultant is magical technology that can destroy a town by pressing a red button. So all we need to do is go back to basics. I’m no policital activist. I’m not well-read and all that shit. I’m pretty ignorant and thick. But I think we make things wayyy too complicated for ourselves.

I want to be able to speak more than one language fluently. (See? I don’t ask for much).

I want to improve on my English and vocabulary. Too many a time I have read people’s stuff (blog, articles etc), admittedly most are arty-farty students but even the science idiots are putting my writing abilities and flair to shame. But even reading my mates' blogs, they all write so beautifully. Like the perfect word used at the right place and the right time. I admire their writing skills. And what's the winner? I don’t understand every second word they have down. Like seriously. I feel like a fool LIKE A FOOL! I wish I could write beautifully….with the wind blowing through the strands of my fine hair and the sound of the sea, the waves crashing relentlessly against the rocks in the panoramic background of my mind. And the way the leaves, worn out from bearing the brunt of autumn, delicately float down to the ground after a little help from the fresh breeze. The way the crisp sound that visits my ears as a result of my feet walking upon them. Er yeah whatever this isn’t going to work.

Which also makes me wish I was really clever arty farty wise. And I can talk about feminism. And post modernism. Well pronouncing the words would be useful to start with. I wish I had a broader mind, that I knew alot more than I know now, because really, I don't know much. I wish I knew something about politics. I know nout.

I want to help people. Not only as in building homes but in every other way possible. From helping a blind man across the road. Or helping kids to learn to read. Or help my mate get over a mid life crisis. Or myself for that matter.

I want money. Lots of it. Don’t need to give me the “money can’t buy you happiness” bullshit I do know that it’s true. But I just want the money. All the things I could do with money. Hmmmmmmm……..we’ll talk about that another day.

I want to have a killer body. And be taller. Why do I have to be so short? Stupid Asians. Stupid family, you coulnd’t be hot and good looking with nice bodies could you? No no….had you be well….you and hence I am, well, me.

I want to go meadow skipping. It’s a beautiful day today.

I want to travel the world. I especially want to retire in Hawaii with my beach-front house and go surfing everyday.

I want to be a hero. I want to save someone’s life. My story plastered across newspapers. I want my 15 minutes of fame.

I want to know what future lies ahead of me. In fact, I want to go see a real “proper” fortune teller who will tell me what is going to be of me. Free of charge of course. I mean, I really wish I could go see a fortune teller, as in a proper real one with 100% prediction accuracy (such a person doesn't exist, thus me saying I wish). Anyway, I wish this fortune teller will tell me what's going to happen to me. Or even better, I can put like magical glasses on which shows a TV screen inside and I can actually visually see what is to become of me. And then I leave the fotune teller place and I'll forget somehow about what's going to happen, but my inner head will still know that I'm going to be okay. Well I hope I'm going to be okay.

I want to be able to read minds. How amazing would that be? No more insecurities or uncertainties, because I would know, really, what everyone is actually thinking. No more public humiliation. How good would it be to read minds. I could make a fortune. And also, I would be amazing in bed. Like mind-numbingly, “Oh……my……..god…….” amazing. Think about it. You’re like getting jiggy with someone, and you can actually read their minds. You would then know what he/she likes and doesn’t like, what works and doesn’t. Oh my god. I wish I could read minds. I would be a sex goddess. A step further than being the sex princess I am already now.

I don’t want to turn 21. I fucking hate birthdays. Because I always get let down one way or another. There are a few exceptions of course. The best birthday I had was my 16th, my darling A.Lean made such an effort for me and I was just touched. It was unexpected and fantastic. I am sorry that I can not remember every intricate detail of my birthdays, but I do have one year etched in mind which probably tainted all my birthdays but we’re not going to go into that. I remember having parties in Mcdonalds. Or was it mates parties? God it was such a long time ago. And that stupid balloon game where you have to blow it up until it bursts. What a stupid game. I hate balloons. And the stupid clown. Stupid stupid clown.

Speaking of clowns I remember going to a birthday party with a clown. But this is the winner: it was in the PALACE. Yes that’s right baby, in like the PALACE in Kuala Lumpur. As in an actual PALACE. But I didn't meet the king though (called the "Agong"). It was well good. I don’t really remember much though. My memory is actually quite atrocious.

I don’t want to turn 21. I am a kid at heart. I am dreading my birthday. But on the positive side I am looking forward to presents. I love presents. Wheeeeeee!

Words/phrases of the day:

Arty-Farty
Dickmonkey
Paddy-fannying


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  1. LeanSister1.2

    Ah… Yes. Dreams create wants and wants can be turned into reality.

    I believe you can do all those things (except the being tlaler part unless you want to go to China and have your shins sawn apart).

    As for the art of blog writing. I find that the best blogs are written without censorship and only with emotion. Reality sells.

    I also think that with 'post modernism' and 'feminism' everyone can have an opinion… It's just such a frigging long winded debate full of technicalities and shit. Over rated, really.

    You can see your future through fortune tellers (hello! You are Asian! As common as sex workers in Amsterdam) but I advise against it. It messes things up and makes it so much worst – trust me! Live it and you'll see it.

    As for reading minds… Don't we all want to? But being human, we'll find some way of messing it up and causing more issues. However, I do believe it is possible. Don't wanna go into my whole theory now, but if you sit back and are able to concentrate fully on one thought (like meditation) I think you would be able ot read minds.

    I think you're a fucking ace musician. There's alwys going to be better, but in my books you are the one. Besides, if it is fame and money you are after, there is no need to be the best. We'll record a demo using my comp, edit it… We'll even make a music video if you want. Then we go off and spread it by word of mouth and over the internet! If you need a manager or marketer, you know where to find me…

    Fucking birthdays… Those damn Maccers parties! *sigh… You will be fine!!!!!

    Goddamn girl… I love you to bits. You are capable of so so much and I will be right there straightening you up if you ever forget.

    oh! And why does your wife get a house and I don't? I won't even have the luxury of a trailer… I will move between cardboard boxes on my friend's lawn… I won't be able to afford a nice plastic waterproof one, so I will sit there while you have dinner with your family in your warm house, or while you're having wine spritzers and Moet rose at the country club. Hahaha… Oh the life of the upper middle-class. Hahahahhahahahahaa…

    Aight. Love you babes. Peace

    24 Apr 2005, 17:53

  2. Of course I will build you a house my dear. But I know you'll make it big and really, you'll be the one giving me money to build you a house, you'll be giving me money so I can have my house in Hawaii. Just don't forget about me when you're a billionaire. Send me the bottles of champagne as presents. I quite enjoy the old glass of bubbly.

    24 Apr 2005, 18:13

  3. Does this lazy arty farty type stand a chance of getting a house as well?

    24 Apr 2005, 18:43

  4. Hmm….....I suppose so. But you're more capable of taking care of yourself as opposed to my wife (only joking Niamh….love you really) thus you woulnd't really need me to build you a house. But I suppose so. Only if you're nice to me.

    24 Apr 2005, 18:53

  5. Bird

    Hmmmmmmmmm its interesting that of all the things in all the world you could use your mind-reading ability for, in fact you could probably use it to achieve many of the other things you have stated, yet you would use it to become a sex-godess!! I'll say nothing about hand-writing and what it says about you!! only joking babe, you know its not true! I can verify!! ;-)

    Anyway, I though you could speak another language fluently…...can't you speak mandalin…....or mandarin…....or is it the former you play…..and the latter you eat…...or don't you speak Malet….no wait thats a little bag or budget….......ah, never mind

    I hope Dick-on enjoys this presentation…..this is your presentation, right?

    he he he he…..... only joking, love you really xxxxxx

    24 Apr 2005, 19:11

  6. Bird

    P.S does this mean we need to cancel the balloon popping clown we booked for sunday? ;-)

    24 Apr 2005, 19:14

  7. Winnie A house please. With windows. And a roof.
    Bird You're clinically insane. I've qualified as a doctor specifically to tell you that.

    24 Apr 2005, 20:18

  8. If there are any balloons on Sunday/Monday, even if it's a photograph of a balloon (and hence not an actual one), there will be a Winnie-shaped figure through the front door. And what's Malet? What's wrong with you?! Fool.

    Holly – Do you want a door? Or just a house with a roof and windows, so will you have to climb through the windows to get in and out?

    24 Apr 2005, 20:34

  9. niammmmmmmmmmmh

    you know very well all science students are merely arts students in denial. everyone loves talking shit. noone likes talking soil. hahhahahahahhahaha just kidding, soil rocks! well, not soil rocks.. becuase if soil did turn into rocks winine could actually use them instead of bricks to hit people which would be much more handy cos she could just get them from her labs in order to 'soil' people.. actually thats a bit weird.. soiling someone. not weird, disgusting. yuck. birds soil people though. yes, BIRDS. hahhahahhahaha

    24 Apr 2005, 23:47

  10. Soil rocks Niamh. You're just jealous that all you do is write essays about butch dyke feminism-ism-ismninsinsinsmsinsinsism whereby I learn about how to build your perfect stable house.

    25 Apr 2005, 15:42

  11. amanDUH

    Winnie, you can't live in a bridge! and we've moved on from the days of building houses out of mud and soil here…..so how are you going to build all these houses through your knowledge of soil and bridges???

    ;-) xxxx

    25 Apr 2005, 16:55

  12. What the actual hell are you rambling on about? Do you know how FOOLiSH you sound? Who said anything about living in a bridge? You are a weird bird aren't you.

    25 Apr 2005, 22:24

  13. LeanSister1.2

    You see your wife and bird like everyday and you still find time to fight with them on here… Where does the confrontational nature stem from?

    I was well amused for about 5 mins… =) Took me away from OC. I think you should update more often!

    Good point about the mind reading powers… But since sex does control us, then you're kinda getting all you want. Except that you are getting others to get it for you.. MasterfuL!!!

    Why in the world would you liek champagne? That shit is killer unstable… One day you feel nothing, another you are a walking projectile of spew…

    What is wrong with balloons??? They don't die, and before they fully deflate you let the air out and keep it till they turn powdery and disintegrate… But god I hated those damn balloon games!!!!!!! Only goes to prove that parties without alcohol ain't a party!

    Er… so "birds soil people…"??? Is your wife trying to tell us about some kinky fetish you and your bird have?

    Can you also get your wife to write essays on bull-dyke feminism for me?

    And tell your bird that with knowledge on bridges and soil, you can build long houses for you to store your harem in =)

    I think that if inflation rises at 2 percent a year, in about 324 billion years I could be a billionaire with the cash i have in my account… Or! I could just try to be Martha Stewart. Afterall, I am domesticated, like to teach people how to be domesticated, am pretty dodge and well, would have a killer good time in a nice white collar all female jail! It's a plan then! You can loosen the soil in my cell and break me free. Then I will hide out in my very own island near Tahiti, sell the rights to my movie/ documentary/ biography/ comic and sit back and collect the profits… Which will go to you for building the houses on my island! Perfect! And if you understood all that, then it really is a plan! =)

    26 Apr 2005, 08:26

  14. niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiamh

    winnie only functions to argue with people you shoud know that. if she is not in argument i have often seen her punching random innocent trees.. which is a bit ironic and masochistc because the chinese invened paper so i dont know why she is doing this
    yes i will write an essay on dykeish feiminism for you , but i think i should be the one asking YOU to help me with it really HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
    the front page of my project is going to be amanda flexing her tennis arms and looking gruff, and then there's going to be a photo of winnie in a mood. then on a computer i am going to combine the two to prsent the perfect butch dyke and we can put it up aroudn then university to discourage thieving.

    26 Apr 2005, 11:50

  15. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

    winnie i didn't know your birthday was coming up!

    can you build me a house too? a house BOAT? that'll throw you.

    niamh, we all established last year that you ARE kd lang, so shush.

    26 Apr 2005, 11:59

  16. LeanSister1.2

    The Chinese did invent paper (among other things) because of the RAGE within them… hahaha… When you see Win punching trees, imagine her in those old school 'chong sams' 1000 years ago… And you get paper!

    Amanda plays tennis? I like her already…

    I expect the essay next week… Just 200 words, and don't wory about the actual topic for the essay, I'll let you choose that!

    Hahahahaaa…. I wan't a house boat too? But one that like goes on land as well, please!

    And I am not a bull/ butch dyke. I am not a man. Don't want to be a man… and hopefully don't look like a man! Are you trying to say somehting about Amanda and Win?

    26 Apr 2005, 12:43

  17. Hahahaha, tennis? Blacker, we're starting rumours about you already. True about those arms though, I'm still hurting from the beating I got on Sunday night (both physically and mentally). Niamh, if you're writing essays on request can I ask for one? I want one about… ooooooooooo, the choice… erm, I'll get back to you but I want it to include references to androgany (hopefully spelt correctly) please.

    No houseboat for me thanks, I dislike boats and being on water. I want my house to be on solid land. Very solid. More solid than the land near my old school which dropped into the gorund taking a few houses with it…

    26 Apr 2005, 15:14

  18. AmanDUH

    Right, I'm currently revising for an exam tomorrow, but I felt although important, it is not as important as dispelling a few rumours which seem to have erupted on this here blog….and Winnie, why are you allowing your 'bird' to waste time quashing such rumours rather than displaying your dominance and doing it for me!?

    Anyway…..Niamh, I hope the reference you made to a butch tennis player referred to the fact that Martina Navratilova looks butch and not that I look butch and look like a tennis player. Please could you confirm which you meant, and remember in answering that I am harder than the whole football team!! ;-) (although that statement I realise does nothing to justify my cause!)

    LeanSister 1.2 – I have been known to swap my hooked stick for a stringed raquet on the odd occasion, although I am not sure that the first thing to come to mind when thinking about bull/dyke relationships is Win and myself…..I resent that thought

    Anyway, I really must get back to revision, I don't think it will be too impressive when I start writing about the International legal relations of dykes tomorrow afternoon….

    xxxxxxxx

    26 Apr 2005, 18:59

  19. Freud (1920) attributed lesbianism not to women's own specific sexual desires, but to their desire to be men. OR TENNIS PLAYERS. The lesbian is the woman who has an unresolved Oedipus complex and has never relinquished her love for her mother BECAUSE SHE WOULDNT LET HER BE A MAIL ORDER BRIDE therefore appropriates the phallus. He looked at women generally in terms of their having a lack, and being innately deficient in relation to men ALTHOUGH MARTINA NAVRATILOVA WOULD DEFINETLY GIVE PETE SAMPRAS A GOOD RUN FOR HIS MONEY. Freud defined what is "masculine" as what is active (GOOD FOREHAND AND BACKHAND, ADEQUATE SMASH), what is passive is counter wise defined as "feminine". A repression of active male sexuality in teenage girls is essential to for them to become feminine. Butch lesbians are commonly thought of as just wanting to be men because they BOAST ABOUT HOW STRONG THEY SUPPOSEDLY ARE, WEAR ESKIMO COATS AND do not prescribe to our cultural definitions of what femininity should be, i.e. passive in terms of sexuality. Even some self-proclaimed butches prescribe to Freud’s view, such as WINNIE, AMANDA AND Shelley, who admitted how her and her peers "wanted to be men". Shelley stated that by “rejecting the woman's role, from knitting to cooking to wearing mascara, I had also rejected women…and by treating other 'women as sex objects AND CALLING THEM 'BIRDS' and men as intellectual companions I was a pseudo male chauvinist” (1976: 93 cited in Roof, 1998: 27). Thus it was perceived that by displaying masculine traits and identifying with the enemy – the dominant man, butch lesbians were colluding in the oppression of other women. This polarized view of masculinity and femininity that Freud and Shelley infer, i.e. that men are by nature reasonable and capable whereas women are merely passive BIRDS and lacking seems to infer that what it essentially means to be in a masculine position is biological and subsequently defined by power, i.e. men being in a naturalized, more privileged position than their female counterparts due to their supposed superiority. THIS DOESNT APPLY TO IN ASIA OR ON THE TENNIS COURT.

    26 Apr 2005, 19:16

  20. Niamh, that is a work of pure genius.

    26 Apr 2005, 20:27

  21. Hey Bird, we're getting picked on big stylie here. Since I am a sweet gentile Asian princess I cannot defend myself. All this alleged "tree bashing" and "brick laying" is untrue. I am just a timid little girl who hides in cupboards when her friends bully her.

    26 Apr 2005, 20:35

  22. amanDUH

    Winnie, how have you managed to allow yourself to become completely backed into a corner (or cupboard) on your own blog!!?

    Niamh – have you still not managed to sort your temperamental laptop out, it appears to be intermittently switching into capitals in your last response, you might want to get that checked out! should have mentioned that along with the fact that 'sometimes it doesn't switch on, sometimes it doesn't switch off, sometimes it freezes, sometimes it drinks my water when I'm not looking…....'

    26 Apr 2005, 21:20

  23. LeanSister1.2

    To Win's Wife…

    Good God you are referencing Freud now? What in the world has Win started?

    Firstly, Freud is an egotistical son of a bitch with so many issues of his own he had to run off and come up with theories so he could feel 'normal'... Or at least just justify. The dude had a thing going when he came up with psychoanalysis but then he went off and filled it in with his own insecurities; making him nothing more than sexually represssed (and a tad incestrous). If anyone makes me read any more on Freud I will shoot to kill! Really, I think that without the use of Edward Bernay's (his nephew's) public relations initiatives Freud's work would not be on our reading lists. Goes to prove that PR is the master manipulator!

    … Simon de Beauvoir on the other hand… If I was born in her time I would so get with her!... Alright! Satre can join in as well… Hahahaa.. Basically, I don't think that women (esp. those with same sex tendancies) should really be quoting Freud.

    I also think you have gotten me so wrong. Here's my list of terms to describe lesbians starting from just women liking women, to just plain wanting to be men (penis and all)...

    Lipstick Lesbian – Those who like dick too much to give it up.

    Lesbian – Just women liking women. May have been with dudes before. Not differentiable from
    str8 girls with the naked eye.

    Dyke – (My defn on this one has shifted) Like my
    Synergy girl… *drool… Hot, in a nice androgenous way. Appealing to both men and women… Usually really fucking 'cool'.

    Bull Dyke – Kinda like KD Lang in appearance… Wants the penis and usually seen (or heard) with strap ons.

    Butch – You see them in motorcycle films all tatted up and kinda unattractive. Fully thinks she is male and will kick your ass if you call her 'miss'.

    Aight… So can we now stop calling each other dykes/ bulldykes/ butches/ butchdykes? Okay, you can still call win a Butch if you want coz it's just gonna be funny watching her reaction. Also try calling her a lipstick… Heehee…

    Now we end with a little Simon de Beauvoir…
    "...far from suffering from being a woman, I have on the contrary, from the age 21, accumulated the advantages of both sexes."
    I like that so much…

    Peace.

    27 Apr 2005, 03:40

  24. LeanSister1.2

    And Win's Bird… I don't think I actually said anything about you and Win having a bull/dyke relationship. I think it was her wife who insinuated it… I think you better get them a divorce before she causes some serious domestics =)

    27 Apr 2005, 03:47

  25. amanDUH

    LeanSister 1.2 – interesting definitions, thanks for clearing a few things up!!
    and for establishing an order to refrain rom calling each other certain terms!!

    Just one point though,

    'So can we now stop calling each other dykes…'

    Defn Dyke – 'Dyke …Hot, in a nice androgenous way. Appealing to both men and women… Usually really fucking 'cool'.

    Are you trying to say none of us are befitting of your defn of a dyke??

    As for the bull/dyke thing, I shall heed your advice and take that up with the other half of the married couple…....

    xxxx

    27 Apr 2005, 08:25

  26. Hello amanDUH, don't you have an exam you should be revising for? BEcause really….reading up about feminism and Freud, and debating about bull/dykes has everything to do with whatever International and Economic Law crap you study…

    27 Apr 2005, 08:34

  27. And so Miss Lean, by your definition, Niamh is a BULL/DYKE LESBIAN BECAUSE SHE LOVES STRAP-ONS (and pecking).

    27 Apr 2005, 08:44

  28. niamhhhhhhhhhh

    errrrrrrrrrrrrr you were the one asking me the other day about whether you shoudl buy amanda a strap on dude..
    no winnie not a 'strap on dude'. that would be extremely weird if you wanted one of those to strap on to your front so amanda would think she was having sex with a dude when in fact he was just strapped on to you.
    as for freud, he's actualy a dickhead. i just love his views on lesbianism
    yeh simone freaking rocks
    by those definitions i can very confidently say i am a dyke

    27 Apr 2005, 11:08

  29. Sharing secrets are we now Niamh? Shall I share to the general public about your exciting escapades with Jen then? Hmmm?

    27 Apr 2005, 14:38

  30. And you're not a dyke. You're a bull/dyke. Even Boz said you were KD Lang. So shut up.

    27 Apr 2005, 14:39

  31. and, as we all know, boz is always right. so shut up and satisfy your constant craving.

    27 Apr 2005, 15:27

  32. LeanSister1.2

    I am confused…

    Almost speechless, but not enough to make a few comments… Heehee…

    Bird: Errr… I haven't met any of you except for win. And as (i think) I said , I recently redefined 'dyke' in my books… Dykes are like Olivia Wilde's character (Alex) in The OC, Angelina Jolie's (Legs) in Foxfire, Piper Perabo's (Paulie) in Lost and Delirious… So if you know anyone who fits the attitude and has good hair, you know where to find me! =) And if you want to be a dyke, I offer haircuts in exchange for plane tickets or frequent flyer miles…

    Wife: STRAP ON DUDE! Hahahaa…. I can see it now… "er, since this is our anniversary, I would like to introduce you to my proxy… His name is Strap On Dude and he will be fulfilling your wildest fantasies tonight and every other night for the rest of the week." HAhahaha…
    And I just realised that you put my 200 word (meant to be 2000, fucking typos) on this thing so.. thanks! =)
    Now… Did Win apologise to you for me being a psycho on here? Should we put her out of her misery and come clean to her? KAKAKAKAKA!!!!!!!

    And Win, congrats on premiering the BLOG WARS: Episode 1. 31 comments!!!

    27 Apr 2005, 15:40

  33. So Winnie, how is that present from Niamh working out for you? :P

    02 May 2005, 16:56

  34. niamh

    that 'present from niamh' is the reason why those two twats have been completley ignoring me for the past 55654674765865867 years. dont u just hate it when u give people sex toys and they suddenly realise they dont need friends anymore??
    as mr meaghi would say winnie "thigh on, thigh off"
    HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

    02 May 2005, 19:43

  35. amanDUH

    Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Niamhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

    1) 'twats' – a little harsh!
    2) I have not ignored you
    3) It has so far not been required!! ;-)

    but

    4) I love it when Mr Meaghi says that! and his actions to it are even better (see now you are having visual thoughts of an old Japanese man enacting 'thigh on, thigh off'!)

    04 May 2005, 00:37

  36. niiiiammmmhh

    for god's sake can u just put a film on please and stop squealing both of you

    12 Jun 2005, 16:16

  37. Amanda

    Are you ever going to ever blog again ever, sometime soon ever?.......

    22 Jun 2005, 16:04

  38. Strapon Lover

    I like Strap-on IN dude
    It's best role playing

    02 Jun 2006, 19:18

  39. andy

    ive just stumbled across this piece of gold you call a blog…. your all hilarious, i think i love you all… good show….

    03 Oct 2006, 09:37


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