Thursday, October 21, 2004

PREGNANT BREASTS.

That's right. You get a girl pregnant, her boobies will FILL UP with MILK. From an airport runway we will get oranges. From oranges we will get papayas. From papayas we will get watermelons. From watermelons I'm not sure I want to know what we get next, but it'll probably be something akin to a very very big waterbomb. And all filled with MILK. Approach pregnant women with a nice sharp pin and you'll get MILK SHOWER.

Just the other day, an old of friend of mine, he met a friend of his. A pregnant friend of his. It was a pregnant female friend. She was... female. And very. Very. Pregnant. And not only very very pregnant either. But pregnant enough to have milky boobies. It's like BOOBIES. With MILK. There was much temptation on his part to SQUEEZE. To make her SQUIRT all over his face. To baptize him in all her lactating joy. But, that old friend of mine, he is a man of class and distinction. And thus, there was no squeezage. And consequently, most unfortunately, no squirtage either. But we must pause a moment to deliberate the soft buoyant heavy feel of a pregnant breast.

THINK, if you may, of a swollen balloon filled with warm, almost hot, syrup. Feel that liquid flow lazily as you move it around in the palm of your hand.

...

Mmm. That was some amazing deliberation.

Thursday, October 07, 2004

CHOSEN.

*sob*

Seven seasons. Every single episode. And now it's finally over. It was truly a bittersweet ending, and I love the way they wrapped up Buffy. The final season of Angel won't be around for quite awhile. And for Buffy, this is it. No more rushing home early on Thursday nights for a brand new Buffy episode. No more waiting impatiently for half a year for the next season of Buffy. No more doing "resist the latest Buffy spoiler dance" on Internet. No more people coming up to me and telling me Buffy news cause I'm the only Buffy fan they know. It's been like that for so long, this is going to feel... really weird.

Goodbye, Buffy. Goodbye Willow, Xander, Giles. Goodbye to the rest of the Buffy gang.

Sigh. What am I gonna do now?

*contemplates*

*smiles*

Sunday, October 03, 2004

u keep deadlinks becoz u is sentimental


YES. THAT MIGHT JUST BE RIGHT. So here we go. Removal of dead and inactive links. We shall forget the past and embrace the future. Not really flinging myself into the future, of course. Just taking it one day at a time. And, well, not really forgetting the past either. Just, removing them dead links. Bye bye to:

Cool Chique!
Frosty the Snowflake
Life of a Software Engineer
Moving On
Screwme
Simon Says

And if you people ever start blogging again, drop me a line. I'm only doing this to get over that sentimental issue of mine. Also, your blogs have been dead for... well, ages. It's hard to look at something which hasn't been there for awhile and still think it is.
Company dinner on Friday night at Bayview Beach. A pretty ho-hum affair, except we had Michelle the Last Virgin of Malaysia hosting. And she was a RIOT. I've never laughed so hard so loud in such a long time. Maybe if we got her to start hosting our company meetings, things won't be such a drag. Of course, she's probably a he. No way any girl can be so... uh, feminine.

So most people from the company dressed up nicely. I mean, that's what people usually do for dinners. They dress up. Powder their faces. Perm their hair. Shave their crotches ( yes, some men do that too, those hairless fetishionists ). Me, I whipped out the red shirt I wore for Lay Chin's wedding. Yes, the one with the same shade as the table cloth. I like to blend in. Incidentally, the table cloth last night was red. Almost the same shade too.

Now that they're all dressed up, the girls actually look like girls. They no longer look like "that engineer down the hall". Actually some of them looked like they had too much makeup on, but let's be nice. The pretty girl was prettier, if that's even possible, and of course she was the prettiest in the room. There were quite a lot of people which looked unfamiliar to me - they must have been from the factory - and sad to say, we really need to hire better looking people to work in the factory. Okay, that was me having me moment of meanness. Actually they did look quite nice. One or two of them, anyway. I'm sure the tube and the short tight skirt and the black boots did a lot to make that one girl look good.

Food wasn't that good, but I'm enamoured with the hot and sour Szechuan soup. And the opening dish, which was some hot and cold thingy. That had nice chicken on it. And salad prawn. Oh, we also had "kam heong" deep fried prawns. And weirdly, tandoori chicken was part of the course set. You know, I think I would have enjoyed everything so much more IF I DIDN'T HAVE A FARKING ULCER RIGHT NOW. The ulcer, it makes me gruff. Grumpy. Pissed off. And maybe that's why I've been looking at the world through a blood-red haze these days. God knows, I nearly slammed the IronKok's head off today when I found out his level 23 Amazon had 6924 mana in Diablo 2. Like, WTF?

Anyway, back to the dinner. Entertainment was of course provided by Michelle. There was a short session by our very own inhouse company band, and then it was back to Michelle and her gang. Her gang does dance numbers while lip-synching. The first act was actually good, but the performers seemed to lack energy in the second act.

But, a pretty okay time was had. And of course, pretty girl even prettier, always a pretty thing. Now I'll be excused cause the ulcer? Not being very nice to me.