7 am. just got home from sam's place. am extremely tired and therefore incoherent. would love to sleep now but must wait for hair to dry or willl wake up with incredibly ugly bed head tommorow. or later today. was supposed to meet claudia and friends for drinks but ended up hanging out at sam's place watching a scary movie, talking a whole lot, and running out for KFC at 3 in the morning. yummy chicken. we knew we just had to have KFC when me and sam said we wanted chicken at the same time. like "ok on the count of 3 we say what we want to eat"....."CHICKEN!" so KFC it was. ok shall stop talkinga bout chicken now because the thought of it is making me feel abit ill. chicken overkill. we really ate too much. now i'm broke, tummy acheing, and in desperate need of sleep. will probably catch one of the movies from the melbourne queer film fest with claud tomorrow and if i am to make it to next blue at night, must get sufficient sleep. the birds are making one hell of a noise and its getting increasingly brighter. will go buy special non feminine facial wash later when i wake as recommended (forcibly) by lynn.

getting home at 3am on a weeknight is not a good thing. was supposed to save for a weekend drink fest but instead blew money on clothes, eating out, and taking cabs home at 3 in the morning. at my gender studies tutorial today, every other second word was gay, lesbian and/or homosexual. it was almost cute. met up with twinnie and jevon in the city for some delish baked rice at a cheesy very chinese joint at mid-city. sitting on the balcony thingy all through dinner/smokes/drinks was not a good idea considering how narly the weather was today and how i cleverly wore a t shirt out and was clipping twinnie's foot under my leg to keep warm. sometimes i'm so brilliant i swear i ought to be inventing machines or something spectacular like that. spent the next six hours at twinnie's place having smokes and a season 1 SATC marathon. was pleasantly suprised by a wynnie tay's email and when i say pleasantly, i mean pleasantly. butches these days are getting cuter and cuter the younger they get. they come complete in small little packages. like one of those little rubber balls you can't help but want to throw against the wall repeatedly? yes, that kind of cute. well done you cutie. kudos to the verbal diarrhoea, and many thanks for adding much humor and delight to an otherwise routine wednesday night.

KTV is narly

what better way to spend sunday night than to head down to the local ktv lounge for an all out sing-fest? jevon had his andy lau, samantha had her ah mei, carrie and girlfriend had their twins and i had my candy lo. apart from the over indulgence of andy lau songs (jevon's fault), the night was rediculously good. twinnie sam deduced that if the whole melbourne studying thing doesn't work out, she can take her posse (me, the token butch bodyguard, and jevon the translator) to taiwan to seek fame, fortune, glitz and glam. the down side of such a night is sore eyeballs (contacts, smoke etc etc), a painful throat, and a desire to download sappy chinese songs. i admit, i've got a closet ang mo kio ah lian inside me.

am on the phone with twinnie right now and eating delicious hundreds & thousands biscuits. twinnie got me hooked on them last night while we were scared shitless watching the texas chain saw massacre. biscuits good, movie bad. people who assume you will do certain things for them simply because they know you (vaguely), even worse. its like you see this beggar and you feel bad so you give him money and two seconds later he comes back with his whole posse, asking for more and totally not getting that what you did for him you did as a favor, nothing more. seriously kid, watch your mouth.