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not good
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what i have learnt from airing my boobs in public :

NEVER ever tear the duct tape away from your boobs ( it really has the wonderbra effect , i swear . well , to an extent anyway)

because that was exactly what i did . returning home at 7am half-drunk and dead-tired , i undressed in a haste and didnt realise that the tape was adhered to the underside of my boobs so strongly and i ended up removing half of the skin on each boob.

oooh , relish.

but because i was that half-wasted , i didn't realise it until i woke 10 hours later with a stinging pain on my chest. i looked into the mirror and saw two red rectangulars , bleeding slightly at places.

lol.

wearing a bra never hurt that badly , the underwires cut into the soreness. i've never liked the constraints of wearing one anyway.

besides , some say wearing a bra has no effect on small boobs like mine since gravity doesnt do much to them.

BURN THE BRA !!

from now on , whenever i can , i'm gonna walk around smuggling raisins under my clothes. i'm not gonna give a flying fuck anymore.

i miss the days i could get up there with just two glasses of vodka something , because nowadays it takes much more than that for that buzz i always crave.

and its bloody expensive.

and it stays in the system for far too long , because i spent my sunday feeling pregnant and pseudo-puking ( e.g the only thing you hurl : air )

to the friends who have seen me doing my thang around the pole at devil's bar :

PLEASE FORGET THAT I EVER DID THAT.

omfgggg.

i ended up with my head resting on E's lap and my hand in his. somehow my every movement was like the cue for him to stroke my hair.

gosh did i mention how smouldering he looked , all 6 feet of him , in that shirt and hair carelessly tousled and smelling dangerous , a potent mix of tobacco and something sensual.

we parted ways at my doorstep where i buttoned up one that came undone on his shirt mysteriously.

and then his thumb got entangled in on the strap of my top which slipped off my shoulder. phantom.

his overnight stubble nuzzled my neck ( i love love love stubble ) , then a step backwards was all it took , back against wall ( or door ) . resistance was futile.

best part of all ? he was a friend. and a good friend at that.

hoo boy.

i guess we won't be sharing fags the way we used to anymore for a long long time.

time for classes. bye.

i still feel sick.

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listening to : norihiho tsuru - last carnival

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UPDATE :

Still dateless on Valentine's. Am going to kickass with the girls !

However applications are still open for a blind date. LOL.

If you're above 25 and have a decent grasp of the language , DON'T WAIT LAH.

I'm like so so so white-hot you know ?????????? *licks finger and presses it onto arm.. SIZZLE*

hahahha shit i'm so corny.