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sweet dreams are made of these
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Everyone has fantasies , and of course , i have mine too.
No , i don't fancy being gang-raped or being flogged by metal chains while chained and bound to a wooden beam.
Nothing along that line , la . I may have a slight sadistic streak in me but hey , too much of a good thing is bad okay.
Anyway.
As most of you would have found out by now , i currently have a thing for hunky soldiers in their Number 4 uniforms.
A number 4 is , if you're THAT ignorant .. ( minus the awful looking camouflage thingy perched on their heads and the cumbersome haversack or whatever you call it )
Where boys become men .
I think its just so damn sexy lor .
Most girls associate the Number 4 with sweat , grime and B.O ( think 5 days without bathing during field camp hur hur ) but to me , guys in their Number 4s are a picture of manliness , garang-ness , macho-ness and sexiness. LOL.
As a result, Chee once suggested during the peak of my Number 4 obsession that i should stake out Pasir Ris interchange on weekends as it is when the soldiers come in busloads as they return home for the weekend after being tortured at Tekong and i am considering the idea.
Okay , i was just kidding.
He was even reluctant to meet me wearing his Number 4 because he didn't want me to start getting my hands all over him.
WHAT SIA!?
Anyway.
While eating at Takashimaya yesterday with Pek , an ex schoolteacher from my secondary school walked past us and mind you , he wasn't your average disgusting, ancient and frail teacher.
HE IS A HUNK , DAMN IT !
He looks gay , which is definitely a compliment since gay men are extremely well-groomed , articulate ( Mr.Wong is an ABC i think ) and of course , posess an excellent physique.
It was a pity that i didn't end up in any of his classes but it was impossible for us not to cross paths because he was a strict disciplinarian and I , your typical rebellious schoolgirl with the scandalous hemlines and the wrong haircolour.
More often than not he would be hollering at me from the other end of the basketball court to "TUCK IN YOUR SHIRT , FIONA !" or giving me a short lecture in his suave american accent as to why i should not be wandering about in the school compound during lessons while i would suffer a strained neck from staring lovingly at him as he preached because he was just way too tall to maintain eye contact comfortably.
Come to think of it , maybe it would be a better idea if he asked me to "bend over with your hands on the table" as a punishment while he spanked me as he preached , since actions speak louder than words.. LOL !!
"Are u aware that this is not your father's school and thus you're not allowed to do as you wish , Fiona?" *SPANK*
"Yes Sir.."
"Do you think that you should be doing what you did , which is sneaking out during lessons ?" *SPANK*
"No Sir.."
"You're a very naughty girl , Fiona .." *SPANK*
"Yes Sir.."
"Such a bad bad girl .." *SPANK*
LOL.
WTF this is getting too far-fetched and blasphemous.
Speaking of school teachers , there was this old guy who had the notorious reputation as the hum-sup P.E teacher.
Everyone calls him Tiko Lee behind his back. ( I shall not disclose his real name here just in case but im sure everyone from SGS would know )
He would ask girls to do push-ups while he would stand in front of them under the guise of "teaching you girls how to do a standard push up " .
And guess what.
He would stare at the unfortunate young ones and it is common knowledge that P.E shirts are made of extremely flimsy and loose material and when you're in a pumping position your collar will hang loose , revealing almost everything underneath.
Yeah , so little girls , always bite your collars when in a pumping position ! I've got a long list of the hum-sup things he used to do but i just can't recall it now . Damn.
And no wonder , its 5am now and i'm in need of a good rest after a day's worth of work.
Oh , and i am always amazed/entertained by the intelligence some people seem to lack.
Just today , some smart bugger asked me what course i was taking , so i told him. He stared at me intently and said "Oh no wonder .. You have the mass communications look!"
I was like... WTF ?
I don't carry Arriflex cameras nor voice recorders around with me and neither do i speak with a phoney accent just like they do on ChannelNewsAsia .
So is there an Engineering look as well ?? The distinct smell of diesel oil maybe ? ( okay so engineering is not all about about engines but lets just assume la )
How about the Biotechnology look ? Nobody walks around in lab coats , dearie.
Yawn. I NEED TO SLEEP. Please pardon the errors made as i'm just too tired to correct them now =)
