And Chinese cyclists, riders, pedestrians, bystanders, etc ( Read more... )

And to think the doctors say there's no way to be sure...

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I've said it many times before and I'll say it again. Damn mixed kids... damn them. You can call them whatever you want. Milkshakes, oreos, cappuccinos, halfies, salads, skittles, rojak, etc. Whichever the case, I don't feel bad whatsoever about those colloquial names because at the end of the day, they'll have the last laugh. They and their fancy ( Read more... )

I was up at Castle Towers today just getting some errands done, and doing a spot of shopping, when I came to a rather somber realisation. Guys spend an alarmingly large percentage of their lives waiting for women. Very unproductive time that is spent tapping their feet, checking their watches, gripping their steering wheel in frustration, and all ( Read more... )

If guys had to add one more thing on their wish list of big boys toys, after a motorcycle, sports coupe, lightsaber, Nerf nuke, and a huge set of fake tits (not me though), it would be a boat ( Read more... )

And so dinner with my ex went swimmingly and with no complications, as the naysayers would have me believe. It was just as with all the dinners I've had with her before it. Fuss free. But then, why wouldn't it ( Read more... )

I'm so bored right now. The belated end of year heat is finally starting to set in which, staying in the West, means that I'm too damn lazy to go out, or do anything productive at home, or even get out of bed. In fact I've spent the most of today in bed. Today's menu special is 500g of prime cut lethargy served with a special yawn sauce ( Read more... )

I'm sick of seeing my blog page. The red kills my eyes. I don't know why I put up with it for so long. Guess it was more laziness than anything else.

I'm not a huge fan of red unless it's on fast cars, lingerie, and people I dislike. Time for something more boring and neutral.

It's been sooooo damn long since I last did a foodie post. I'm kinda over the whole food documenting thing, it's come and gone like most of my hobbies and interests. And unless they can cram a DSLR quality camera into a pocket sized piece of perfect, that's unlikely to change anytime soon. So this would probably come as good news to all whom ( Read more... )

As much as it pains me to say it, sometimes, my dad can be a fucking asshole. What the hell is it with some men that think they can say and do whatever the hell they want with complete impunity? That's one of the things I don't miss about being home, witnessing my dad go on one of his assholish tirades like a spoilt brat. On the flip side, I'm glad ( Read more... )