The Hongkie Needs To Stop Smoking

I solved my earlier conundrum by changing the template yet again. Genius. Sustagenius. Now it looks fine in both IE and Firefox. Wheeee.

Stop smoking? I really do need to. Bloody fuck I don't want to be a slave to them masturbation-worthy Marlboros/devilishly delicious Dunhills anymore.

Oops.

Since the kakak was sent packing, the house - specifically the areas which I hang around the most - has been falling apart. As much as I hate to admit it, it's true - I'm a total waster/slacker, quite incapable of picking up after me spoilt bitch-ass self.

Damn.



These are the ashtrays I use. I didn't realise they were that dirty till earlier just now, when the sun came up and stripped them bare of their usual darkness-of-night cloak.



It's quite the disgusting, man. Yuck. Shite. I should wash them more often. Better still, I should stop smoking. Yes I will yes I will YES I WILL!

Now that they're so dirty, there's really no point in cleaning them, yeah? Hahaha.



I just realised that the huge-ass gold one isn't really an ashtray. It's actually a replica of a Korean stadium or summat. '88 Olympics. Shite I hope no one in the house realises I swiped it and turned it into an ash receptacle. Tiu man, I have just desecrated everything the Olympics stand for - sportsmanship, camaraderie, spirit and all that crap.

I know I'm rambling, but it's eight in the morn' and I have nought else better to do.

Since the camera's out, let's have one more pic, shall we?



This is my favourite glass. I think it is cool. Don't you think it is cool? Haha. I always feel damn atas when drinking OJ from it. No condensation too. Come on, all together now... WOOOOOO clapclapclap.

Thank you, thank you.

Now that I've fulfilled my daily quota of bullshit, I'm off to the market. Need to buy fish. And also okra.

I know the Teriyaki Boys' Tokyo Drift song is damn ding dong ding dong ting ting ting, but I'm addicted to it. Everytime the girls come on to sing the chorus, I get turned on in the most inappropriate way imaginable - thinking bout young hot Jap chicks in short skirts. Or nothing at all.

Cool shit.

I wonder if you know, how they live in Tokyo!

This entry was posted by tsh, on Saturday, July 22, 2006. You can bitch back.