| - - it has been brought to my attention hairybear has gay porn connotations. why would anyone, anyone like hairy men? anyway point being, i have no affiliations whatsoever with that - where are the days where a hairy bear means a bear with lots of hair and there were much fewer euphemisms around in general. You filthy hores.
today i thought of some reasons why i may be man:
1) i objectify girls whom i dont know - a natural tendency to substantially lengthen the recognition process for non-hotties/feminists/intellectual-priding type
2) Other than a vital gossip or update, why the niceties or analysis about emotions & relationships & subtle blah blahs. Man, shut your pie-hole already.
3) Shopping is tiresome, and what's the point of window-shopping.
4) How are human babies cute? Its nice, so are puppies.
5) Why do dishes immediately? Why hoover? Why clean? Whats wrong with laundry once in 2 months?
Then i realized i'm definitely still girl. The best way to put it is that I pity guys cos they have to put up with females.
1) I nag, and then realize, "oh my god i'm nagging"
2) I love my girlfriends and teddy bears to bits.
3) I like men more
4) I took a few tries before passing driving. I can explain this one, I have psychomotor problems...
i'm still freaking bored and eating inhuman amounts plus coffee fraps. my parents would freak out if they knew the amt i spend on food. I think I have a distinctly different taste from everyone else - British, Chinese/Honkies, Sporeans (don't like many seafood, curries, charkwayteow, any noodle soup/sauce, all Chinese restaurants). For example, I like bean curd porridge, and bean curds must be 1cm-cubes. I hate roast & many pastas. I need proper meals when i wake, bread and fry-ups are not. Oh and fancy restaurant food are the worst. I blame my grandmother for feeding me her food for like, a decade. It leaves me in a psychological mess now, the countless times i ate rubbish for social obligations. The only good food I've had the past 3 years are: that french restaurant in paris, a bhuna curry and the stew my mum makes.
think my motorola V600 has arrived. ah the completeness some material goods can bring to our hallowed lives.
i miss being 14 and angry at the world/corporatism, listening to pop-punk & garage bands with reasonably intelligent lyrics. nowadays i'm so peaceful i even enjoy happy pop and want to go trekking. its true, music reflects you - i must have lost my soul along the way to banality.
oh and for you my dear friend LazyJane, i havent forgotten. belle & sebastian has far faded, the strokes is still very fashionable indeed. n your secret admiration for sugarbabes now baffles me, altho i'll discount u for that since even i went to see them. | 
they offered me a private jet, fancier title plus the chatbar on the right. i didnt promise allegiance, only my undying love for you...
i saw some real-life monks/ghandi/guru figures today and wonder why the recurrent idea of a ascetic/hermit life is so appealing. ostensibly of course, it is the recluse alternative to hateful communal/community/urban-type living. more accurately, i have a natural tendency to purposefully go against anything that seems normal. its so convenient, there's a monastry near my place in singapore. wait, they have to hold out without sex. physical pleasures or not, it can't be right to give up our prime. at least take celibacy when u start sagging, i.e. sin when u can, repent later. timing baby.
. seriously, human beings have been living hand-in-hand happily for quite some time now, can't we all just speak english? oh don't get me started on mandarin as well, fucking you-know-whos put me off it now, but i wish i was a bit better at languages...
