The Keys to Your Heart
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I am not afraid of heights; I am not afraid of the open sea. I am afraid of bicycles. Each is a movable pointy, prodding death trap. I have terrors of being run over repeatedly by an imaginary, but vicious, mountain bike and becoming tenderised road-kill. I must also hate myself a great deal because I forked out 30 dollars to learn how to ride one.
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Two things to do to seriously ruin a perfectly good Valentine's:-
1) Break up
2) Bring up sexual history

I came up with an incredible revelation on the bus: If you stick to the last quarter - feigning amnesia for the time up to that point - and discount blowjobs, you could actually bring the figure down to a single digit. (Hey, it's better than ( Read more... )

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Some of my favourite accessaries:


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THE ROAD TO K. L.
It is Saturday, four-thirty. I admit defeat after two and a half hours of tossing and mentally running through the final items to pack when I wake up: toothpaste, contacts, wallet with Singaporean money, wallet with Ringgit, decoy wallet with newspaper clippings for muggers. (Wake up? I jest.) I leave the house at five-thirty and ( Read more... )

It seems these days that one has to assume that the other individual is seeing other people on the side as long as one has not sued for monopoly, or even monopolisitic competiiton (or has mastered the ninja technique of side-stepping the matter when necessary). That is realistic, I think. It is rather New Economy-ish to remain a free agent for as ( Read more... )

... And his name is David Choi. From the moment I laid eyes on his Vlog two hours ago, I knew that we were meant to be. Even now, I have his stoner-esque voice running through my head like a melody. I love the way his Asian features barely register emotions. I love the way he's so Korean-looking, he kind of reminds me of Margaret Cho. I love the ( Read more... )