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just a note, if you have the song 'Dirty Little Secrets' by the all-american rejects in your music library, i would appreciate it if you could kindly play it while reading this entry.


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if you don't mind, i would first like to share with you something that has got me smiling whenever i thought of porn. yes, porn.

it was something that i found really amusing upon my recent visit to a porn site.

yes, you heard me, recent.

so, i was watching a particular video under my all time favourite category..


'Lesbian' (i mean seriously, who could resist girl on girl action?)

and on that occasion, it just so happened that i was browsing through the comments section,

the usual stuff you'll read is people getting turned on by the video.

but there was this one guy who wrote a particularly familiar line,


"i just don't understand how girls have sex, unless they like scissor or something"


that quote i remember was by mr. garrison from South Park

and all i could think of after that was the guy scissoring his fingers with a bewildered look on his face.



that was the first time i ever laughed while browsing a porn site.

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it takes guts to confess one's fears,

personally, i do not have any problems with this because my reputation isn't cool enough to be tarnished.


BUT


it takes balls of steel to admit to one's dirty secrets,

this i believe is extremely tough for everyone including me for we all have a decent image to live up to.




what i am about to say has it's obvious consequences.

you might stop reading this blog,

or worse, picture me differently starting from today onwards.


but despite all that, i am still willing to confess.




That i am in fact a porn addict


i am ashamed of this,

and definitly not in anyway proud of it.


i could forgive myself for entering porn sites in my preteens out of curiousity

but i cannot forgive myself for relentlessly doing so up to date.

this has to stop.





i need a constant reminder

that by confessing of my shameful obsession to the public,

there will be millions of eyes watching my every click making sure i kept my word

each time i surfed the net.




i need a solution

and this might be it.





i am truly sorry to all who previously had a decent image of me in their mind,

my brother especially.


but rest assured,

i am not in a depressed state, in fact i've never felt better.

more importantly, there will be attempts to reverse this situation.

i'm not gonna lie, it is tough but most certainly not impossible.





this is the first time i'm writing a blog entry employing a homourless mindset,

i hope you will forgive me for that, and instead appreciate my audacity for once.




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tyson ritter says "who has to know?"

i say the people do when things get out of hand.

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End...


of this blog ?

you know, i've always been into art.

but somehow

i knew i was never meant for it.



simply because i have never committed myself into it.

once, i took up art as my cca.
but the first time i attended it's class, also happened to be the last.


i also never liked doing art when i wasn't in the mood to, same goes for drawing things that i wasn't fascinated with.





i can't imagine life being an artist.

it's so not me,

it's so...





me : ok angela, i'm going to draw you so you're gonna have to stay in that awkward position for the next half an hour. or so.

??? : 好的.




narrator : two hours later





me : voila! one hundred yuan, shay shay.

??? : 這是甚麼大便哦??

me : glad you like it. one hundred dollars.

??? : 先生, 我叫你畫我,沒叫你畫我狗呀.

me : OH I GET IT, you honkies are always looking for discount huh. alright alright, half price yi ban yi ban okay? but give me your phone number in return? sui bo?

??? : 對不起,你剛說了甚麼.?

me : i'm sorry i don't understand you.

??? : 你剛說了甚麼???

me : not like that dear, do it again.

??? : 你剛說了甚麼?

me : ohhh, you said... do it again.

??? : 你 剛 說 了 甚 麼 ?!?!?!

me : er... do it again?




*snaps fingers

guys guys, stay with me will ya.?

i'm talking serious stuff here.


my career may not be on the line but my passion is.

man, i'm starting to lose faith in my own abilities already.


ok tell ya what.


here's a picture i drew earlier



if you can tell me who this is, you might just stand to win something special.

here's a hint: not a retarded person.


oh by the way, if you make a wrong guess, i'll kill you.

so guess wisely

*processing vision . . .




keith : honey, you're driving the kids to school again ?


??? : since when are you so interested in my daily routines ?


keith : oh, i just thought you could use a hand that's all.


??? : well, that would've been a good idea, except for the fact that you can't even work a bicycle.




*end of vision