It’s almost 5.
My hair is just-washed and wet.
Thus no sleep for now.
Unless i’d rather nightmares of endless falling.
Quite a bit i could think-o-to-do
But my enthusiasm and ass
seems rather heavy…
Pics i missed out last time. I’m being narcissistic for my friends as well.
Cos we all look dang good.
5:24 am
Good grief. I’m still awake and my hair is almost dried. But not quite.
Rudy is still awake and we’re both keeping each other company and bitching online 
I went on his site for the first time and he mentioned *me* on his May 05 2004 entry. Looksee! > Rudyism
Since i have nought to do, i shall gush about my dad.
I think my father is absolutely cool beyond compare to the vast majority of malaysian parents here. Already, we indulge in the following:-
1. We talk about sex
2. He grins at me making cocktails whilst he’s making coffee at night.
3. He makes amazed expressions ifever i’m in early at home.
4. He buys me stuff i actually like/use/wear.
5. He thinks its fine if i want to become a lesbian.
6. He buys me Malibu. *MAJOR PLUS POINTS HERE*
Ok. There are so many other things. But anyway.
A recent event contributed even moreso to that fact.
My father CARRIED ME into my house when i was spiked and out cold. Lisa was opening my door with my housekeys only to seem like a burglar cos my dad was still awake. They then introduced themselves and he got me from her car. Under normal circumstances, the child would be grounded, severely scolded and just die lar, y’know.
But what Daddy did was pat me on the head the next day, laugh at me and THAN tell me to be extra extra extra extra careful (including possibilities of situation etc). Getting spiked is no laughing matter at all.
Just experiencing it once that night is enough to shock me into being more aware and afraid.
And Daddy not making me feel worse bout it helped a whole great deal.
Yup.
My dad is definitely the bomb.
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