Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

What will I be doing next September? What was I doing last September? How time flies, how we change so much within a year. I swear by next year I’ll be sprouting little horns and a little forked tail too. Come back, halo .. coooome baaaack ……
Got this off some bulletin:

SEPTEMBER LOVER
Hella sexy, loves sex n makin luv, tends to be
SOOOOO hott!!Active and dynamic. Decisive and
haste but tends
to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself.
Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic.
Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems.
Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and
caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have
many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional.
Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates
oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore.
Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can
understand.you are a great match with some body
in july.
if you do not repost this in the next 5
mins. someone very close to you will become mad
at you in the next 8 days.

Okay, why is there a repeat of how much September people love sex? Man .. But we DO tend to be SOOOOO hot and sexy .. So I guess some of it is truer than some of it. Do I solve people’s problems? I can’t even sort out my own issues and I solve people’s problems? But I AM hot and all. Ho-hum.
Watcha .. hullo October. Be nice to me yeah. I don’t dislike you as much as August, so there. Be good to me gimme back my halo Oh my god it’s October which leaves me three months to get ready to flyyyyyyy …
If this talking to myself goes on too much, I WILL check myself into a mental hospital.
Last word:- DOTA *jumps around the room* dotadotadotadotadotadotadotadotadotadotadotadotadotadotadotadotadotadotadotadotadotadota

Ireland Ireland here I come!!!!!!!!

it’s my burpday it’s my burpday it’s my burpday it’s my burpday
It’s also the 50th post on my blog!
Celebrated my birthday last Saturday with some close friends. Got wasted, like how I wanted to. Yes, yes, the only place to get drunk is at home because everyone cleans up after you. That’s my piece of advice. I had a great time (I think. Couldn’t really remember much of what happened because everything was enshrouded in an alcoholic haze). But you know, how often do you get a drag queen appearance on your birthday bash? And the drag queen being a good friend, nevertheless. I feel so loved.
Furthermore, when you get drunk with close friends, it doesn’t matter how much you embarrass yourself. Heh.
So I’m finally 21. Am I having the time of my life? Hell yeah. For now, anyhow. Good-bye uninspired days. Good-bye times of boredom. I promise to move on and move along. I pledge to take up mandarin classes and fill my time with productive things (ni hao ni hao).
Lord, how time flies. I was just a kid yesterday - skinny, skinned knees, Legos and monster trucks. Just a teenager yesterday with those inane teenage worries and dreams. And now I’m suddenly a full-blown adult about ready to dive into the hypocritical petty adult world with silly adult worries, silly mind-boggling problems and all that jazz.
C’mon, all toast to my 21st birthday, and to great times ahead.

Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I blog. It helps to ease my mind, leaving it empty and clear, new. Right now, I’m thinking of my exam tomorrow morning (which I have yet to revise for). Nevermind that. I’m thinking about how my life will never be the same again. How I see things, how I feel, how I’ll never ..
And I just wish that I could start again.
Because I’m starting to see things. Hear things. See him, hear him, smell him. All the memories crowd in, weigh me down, become melodramatic, overblown, epic-tastic.
Leave it all behind. Leave it all behind. Head for the Windward Islands. Where nobody’d know who I was, who I am. He’d be just another wave rolling out to infinity. We’re just like sand. So many. Innumerable. He’d be nothing to me. I’d be nothing to anyone.
I won’t even pack.
I’m rotting here. And I’m doing nothing to lift myself out of this dingy grave.
To sleep like how I did before. Just close my eyes and drift to bliss and beyond. To have that sort of sleep again.
But I’ll get by, by the by. I’ll be alright. I’m the fuckin’ rock of gibraltar, after all. And when the shit really stinks, there’s always the smile to hide behind.
I can’t help being cryptic here. Some things you just gotta figure them out.

And when we meet
Which I’m sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I’ll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I’ve moved on ..

From Dido’s White Flag.

I had a bizzare dream just now. I dreamt that I took up Sumo wrestling as a method of self-defence. It’s one of those dreams where you go ‘What the hell have I been smoking?’
10 people (figuratively) to invite to my 21st birthday bash:
i) Tony Leung, the cute one.
ii) Tom Cruise, all tarted up as Lestat. Dan, I want my book back.
iii) Anna Kournikova. She’s very fuckable interesting.
iv) Lee Jun Ki. Mmm … Effeminate men …
v) Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow, complete with gold teeth and eyeliner.
vi) That pessimistic robot-alien-thing voiced by Alan Rickman from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
vii) Eric Idle. Nudge nudge wink wink. *cackles*
viii) Daniel ‘blushing-buttcheeks’ Radcliffe.
ix) Stephen King. We could hold a joint celebration. Then I could steal his ideas and cripple him and throw him into the clearing behind my house. He’d die slowly, unable to call for help because I’d sewn his lips together. Nobody would know. Nobody.
x) Lastly … Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. TURTLE POWER. Who needs male strippers when you’ve got four overgrown talking turtles, eh.

August. Never did like that month.