You know that age is catching up when you get sores all over from 3 hours of clubbing.

Yeah, that's a long one.

Confession 1: I just lied to Jack, well, indirectly lied to Jack, telling him that Dugong is dead to instill some sense of much needed guilt for not caring about him at all.

jack: so sad, sigh

me: =/

jack: lets bury him tomorrow

me: oh wells. bury where? downstairs my house?

jack: ya

me: for all the cats to dig up and eat?

jack: they will?

me: idk, cats eat rats dont they?

jack: i guess not. then where? he not moving at all? dugong =(

-jack went away to play dota-

Looks like it's pretty successful, for a while at least, until he went to DOTA. So much for caring for his pet hamster, and I won't be telling him. Just in case he doesn't read my blog anymore, then he'll never find out. Until tomorrow of course. Teehee.

Confession 2: I went straight up to the Indian lady at church today to tell her to ask her husband to stop gawking at my breast. I wanted the Indian guy to get some shit for staring at me like a pervert in church.

Disgusting Indian man, had no shame or remorse when I stared at him fiercely, swear i was mili seconds away from showing him the fuck off sign, until I remembered that I was in church. Then again, going to his wife and telling on him, hoping he'll get his ass walloped isn't really being very saintly anyways.

Confession 3: Albeit me being a Roman Catholic, brought up a Roman Catholic. I don't seem to agree with all the rules and laws. i.e the contraceptive law. And I don't really see my disagreement as an issue at all.

If all Christians are to abide by the bible and laws set, bearing in mind that sex is only for procreation purposes. Then the world will be over populated, because men are inferior creatures who cannot control their hormones very well. Ah, we'll all have to move to Mars and Venus.

Confession 4: I really hope that Jack would dance with me. At the club, at the beach, at the ball, whenever there's an occasion to dance. I guess that'll never happen, will it? =/

After seeing him at the club yesterday, all hopes were crushed. And this "If I dance, would you dance with me?" will return to being the lyrics of a song.

Face it Nicole, Jack isn't a sucker for being hopelessly romantic. Live with it.

Confession 5: What are you? A priest on the other side of the confession cubicle? Go get a life, would I really list down my confessions here for you to judge me? Go jack yourself. Have fun while you're at it.