as much as my narcissistic self loves to be in front of the cameras, there will always come a time when i have to position myself BEHIND the fucking thing instead. these are one of those moments:


god bless the lady that has to unbuckle his pants

one of my nerdy friends (his preference of porn: hentai) bought this belt recently. his mum is the type that wants to send him for speech therapy at the hospital so that she can correct her son's 'speech impediment'. it's not so much a speech impediment rather than an explicit inability to process phonics in his Pentium II processor up there. there are some children that are just meant to be seen and not heard. this is one of them.

(NB: for the visually impaired, the belt says SEX IS LIKE SNOW... YOU'LL NEVER KNOW HOW MANY INCHES YOU'LL GET OR HOW LONG IT WILL LAST, but then again, if you're visually impaired you prolly can't see this also, or this, or this, or this, or this!)



son, can you grab a basket and help me get three black rabbits, a poodle, a gerbil and some terrapins?

we passed this pet shop in kiulap (Brunei's flailing attempt at recreating a Holland Village) which had supermarket baskets and animals placed side by side. i never knew you needed supermarket baskets to shop in a pet stall. but then again, the only pets mart that i've ever visited is the one in Nintendogs (i'm raising a Daschund). so i'm not saying much.



15 for $2.50

15 is one of the first arty-fart films that i've watched. thanks to the wonders of kazaa back then, i caught the original version of 15 before it was officially released into the local cinemas. so imagine my surprise to find the pirated version of 15. it's that popular to be released as a pirated version? should royston be happy? should royston be sad?

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