i feel well loved. by a wonderful glass of gin tonic X 3.

i hear adam lambert in my head, wanting me to feel the pain and how well he is entertaining me. i see ugly white men in brazilian costumes. like please go home.
i held hands with a girl tonight. i feel kinda shy right now.

momo became tao hua zi and almost became a tao xian too (aka peach fairy).
god's will she lived long enough for food at 10pm.

received a funny message that made me laughed. drowsy with the gin in my head, i feel fuzzy. no, not in love that fuzzy awful feeling (that makes you swell the puke after 3 seconds). just a feel good manner. how come text messages are soooo damn cute? that person sending it is cuter.

it is nice to receive some warmth after lonely nights and chicken is not helping matters every start of the week. reminding me of what i do not have. after Mac's and sharing a story of a chinese french fry. i feel pretty glad that i said no thank you.

it is not worth spending 30 minutes of exerting yourself over nothing. like really nothing at all. i just want to say i still very much like chinese boys. bring them on! please no toy version....

i have so many melodies playing in my head right now. i smell chinese wine in that soup mommy made... shit, it reminds me of something i didn't have for a long time and chicken just had to remind me of it today.

i need a good hug. strong arms please apply.

i shall dream of $50,000, Mac's (& puke), alcohol that makes me happy (no rum please), Bang-D-Cock, hard candy to stare very hard at, my club & myself.

kiss kiss please.

can someone tell me why is this only tuesday? where is my bottle?