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20050616

Cartiering

I vibrated too much today.

Before anything goes into your mind about sex, what I meant was the vibrator thing you put around your waist and it's supposed to wobble your way into fitness. Yes. That vibrating. Did that when I went Jacob's house t'day.

I remember how we used to come over every week in P6, and his sister would wear this rreeeaaalllyyy short pants, and you can stare at basically every part of her legs...cept the hip bones (mmm ... quite hot).. I thought she was rather slutty when I was younger... haha, that's cause she wore those shorts and offered 'Merci' chocolates to us.. (Merci is dutch or something for Thank You...like saying thank you for staring at my legs... makes me fill like a billion bucks..). Anyway, that's those days. I don't even talk to Jacob now.

She stared at me on Wednesday tuition... it was a brief moment. She sat infront of the tutor and I walked past her table and she was like standing up, and she stared at me walking by...just stared and stared... like as if she knew I was the one who sent those two despo PMs to her on deviantart. Nevertheless, it meant she noticed me... I wonder if me sending the two same PMs to her made me sound like a stalker, or made me seem like I'm interested. I didn't expect her to look at me, I thought she didn't care, because she really sounded and looked like she didn't. Anyway, I'm just screwing with my own mind ain't I? She probably was thinking how ugly I look, or I had head lice, or I was wearing a school shirt... whatever. That probably explains it.

Hmm...I don't know... I just have a thing for mixed girls... first was Michelle Branch (Indochinese-Dutch), then Kristen Kreuk (Chinese-German-Dutch) and now her (Autralian-Dutch??)... hmm, seems like I like dutch ladies quite a fair bit. It's just coincidence they all have Dutch-invaded blood! *shoots an innocent face* I've never even been to Holland... and I don't even know if she's dutch-bloodified.

Bloodified.... sounds like the meat at Seoul Garden just now... The vibrating shit (no. I refuse to say vibrator) made my appetite small.. I think it was too much garlic chicken.. just kept eating it like nobody's business.... Wei min vomitted, I can understand being too full can make you hurl. And I shitted, I think too much meat makes your shit super hard.. it was like trying to squeeze a deflating pimple.

Eh.. I shouldn't have said that here.

SY wrote at 11:08 pm