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  [JANUARY]

  Just-Another-Weblog

  Monday, January 2, 2006—11.11am

  OhLook-ImSoLoved.com is evil. I think I have to spend more time with my real-life friendships. Simple as that.

  Writing online testimonials and comments for people is stupid.

  No one being able to figure out that "you're" is different from "your" is stupid.

  Blogging awful poetry, daily events nobody really cares about, or ceaselessly complaining/rambling on the same old things, is stupid.

  Now I blog too, but this is a private one. Unsearchable on Google, and password-enabled. So it’s just me. I can be as boring and mundane as I like, talk to myself if everyone online has the (Away) or (Busy) sign on, and not worry about stepping on anybody’s toes.

  Let’s see what I’ll record here over this year.

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  Thursday, January 5, 2006—12.55am

  Lia, Darcy and Ayumi were here earlier. We spent three hours visiting some porn sites with horrific color schemes and cheesy music.

  Lia: “We should be going down on each other. Now.”

  LOL. We haven’t (yet). But on Xmas Eve, when we snuck into Climax for our virgin clubbing experience, so many people thought we were a bunch of lesbians coz we looked “soooo close!”

  We were dancing tight circles around each other coz there was no space. Whatever. Catholic school girls are either lesbians or little ho’s.

  For better or worse, I’m not into girls. For now at least. Guess I’ll see what happens.

  I wonder about all these porn girls...

  With dicks up their vaginas, aren’t they bound to get pregnant sometime/be crawling with STDs/be stretched loose/get bored of it sometime/have unsightly cracked nipples from having them sucked dry?

  They don't even look like they're *really* enjoying the sex too. All of us agreed they couldn’t be blamed for that.

  Update—2.35am

  Well so after I saw all the xxx material, naturally I couldn't sit still.

  Once I had the house to myself, I had a great sex workout. Admired my curves and movements in the mirrors. I was happily fantasizing. That I was hooking up with NOVAN of all people, for the night.

  We were in this dark back alley. He had sexy razored hair. A white T-shirt, which was wet coz it was raining slightly. It clung to, and outlined his body. He actually looked nice: a little more muscular than his real-life scrawniness.

  Oh man, how I'd LOVE to have a fling. I wonder if he'd agree to a fling if I did go ask him.

  Why would I ask him, hmm...

  I wonder if he’d agree.

  Probably. He’s a guy and we all know the body part guys think with. Ha.

  If not immediately, I think I could work him into it.

  I feel like calling him out one of these days just to chat, or watch a movie, or just hang out. Been a while since we last talked/met up.

  By the way: I think people *should* self-service, and love their own bodies more. It DOES serve a very useful function...

  Tuesday, January 10, 2006

  9.18pm

  My arms look nice. Those Pilates and toning exercises (the dips are HELL) for the biceps and triceps in Gymnut: Obsessed magazine do work.

  Did nails this morning, a midnight blue shimmer. Only the last nail on my right hand looks decent. Which means my nail painting has a success rate of 10%.

  Last night as I was lying in bed…I seriously wanted a guy. Any guy.

  It's fun and great being single. You’re self-reliant. It gives a “Girl Power” kinda feeling. You can do anything you want without anyone calling to tell you that you can’t, or demanding to know every single detail from clothes worn to location to what you’re eating and who you’re hanging out with.

  But it must be bliss to be in love with someone else, and for that someone else to be in love with you. I’m talking about really liking someone. Not just a fuzzy feeling in your chest and being “infatuated”.

  Oh, to find this person. I wonder if there's someone like me out there.

  Someone who’s not into mindless copulating. Someone who doesn’t want a whore of a girlfriend for other onlooking girls to aspire to be like. Someone who’ll fall in love with me (and I with the person...).

  We'd be so completely obsessed with each other. Each time we got together, we'd probably take things off with one smooth perfect love-making session.

  I know I’ve high standards. But I'm just being honest.

  Lindsay and Friends need Photoshop

  Friday, January 13, 2006—9.41pm

  It was more like “5 grand-aunts” instead of “5 Foxy Babes”. Was chatting with Ayumi. She sent me a link to this funny picture online.

  +ayumi+: this is hilarious

  ¤-Jade-¤: what’s that?

  +ayumi+: www.ohlookimsoloved.com/photos/46091420/

  +ayumi+: OM