bloody fantastic, all this Desaru-ing.
i am once again in my villa, having craftily nicked Uncle Desmond's lappie.
and blogging!

while he is playing beach soccer something-or-other with my old dad.

oh yes, kristie.
i wont even bother to delete that post.
you complete nitwit.
because i know you so well,
your astonishing stubbornosity will only repost it.

IT WAS THE YEAR 2004, MY IMBECILE DARLING.
I WAS DELUDED WITH THE NUMBER OF BOYS TRYING TO JIO ME.
BELLISIMA COREEN, WITH ALL HER LES GARCONS FAWNING OVER HER.
AND MY 2004 TESTIS IN FRIENDSTER WILL JUST ABOUT PROVE IT.

so there, you twat.
but i forgive you because you are my gorgeous italian boyfriend.
all MINE.
mine mine mine miney miney mineeeee!

whatever. anyway. tanning, eating, ice-creaming, drinking numerous stems of cocktails, sliding down the waterfall slide like a complete idiot, standing on the waterfall boulders screaming "I AM TARZAN THE MONKEY MAN!" and jumping into the blue pool, wearing of halter swimsuit, nicked mom's Gucci shades and pretending to be an angmoh on the beach, banana boating through the blue sea, jetskied with my old dad, watched my old dad and uncle desmond parasailing, watched fireflies, drank loads of Cadbury Hot Chocolate, rode a horse named Jack, had a twitty monkey scampering across my toe in the fruit farm, stained my tanktop with mangosteen juice, bullied Vermin Vanessa into covering my legs with sand like a mermaid, touched an ostrich's beak, watched the sunset, watched the sunrise, danced on the beach with lee zhaohui, and piggybacked my little piggy out to the sea to jump waves.

oh, my darling lao ah hui loved jumping waves with me.
with old me, his beloved er jie.

to think he almost drowned.
i shall not elaborate, my old dad gets pissed when we discuss ):
tres touche.

oh kristie ah, i'm coming back tonight. early or late, depends whether me and cassandra whined enough for all of us to visit Jusco! in the city. heard it's beegassed and it has a Roxy boutique! yeahha! you pray i convince The Olds to drive us there, if not you wont be getting any presents, apart from measly dirty sands, on account of Desaru having no shopping districts.

oh, poo. old mom says we are most prolly driving through straight. on account of wanting to beat the traffic. nonsense, during security checks they dont even bother to check the insides, seeing how many familish people are inside. bleu.

i know my mother wants to catch tonights DA CHANGJIN. we lost the disc of today's episode.
pray we will be able to go Jusco!

will call you tonight.
you bloody well know you miss me, valentino.
say it.
rarrrrr.
loves and loves and more loves.
tcha!