Wild Sex, Party, and never-ending drain clog ...

After much hesitation and months of go-no-go moment, I have decided to start blogging. And next is the summary of worth blogged-for event of my week (in between are five consecutive i-hate-my-works days in the office).

Wild Sex. Unfortunately for me, and fortunately for some, I have nothing to do with the first item in the title. Wild Sex is the title of a show that I watched in National Discovery the other day. To my surprise, for a full-of-censorship-shit country like Singapore, the show explicitly exhibit the most bizarre romping and humping activities that can easily beat any triple-X DVD you can smuggle to this country. Within the first 15 minutes I already witness same-sex you-know-what activities, orgies, inter-species romping and lot more. I also learn that the vibrator was invented by chimpanzee. Yeah you hear me right, they choose the right size of branches to their liking, shape it right, lubricated, stick it to you-know-where leaving a portion of it outside to play with. Who said you can’t learn anything from TV!

Party. Last Saturday is my better-half Birthday and we decided to celebrate it with style. With the help of two not-desperate house wives, we braved Tekka Market, chopped, whacked and mutilate kilos of raw meat, and end up with tons of food ranging from beef-mutton-and-seafood skewers to Indonesian Pisang-bakar-coklat-susu-keju (Yumm!). The party start on schedule, and in between the intermittent drizzles and disposable under-wear throwing ceremony we manage to *almost* finish all the food. With the happy-go-lucky attitude we also managed to empty all the bottles. All in all we finished 1.5 bottle of vodka, half bottle of Bacardi and Southern Comfort, and one bottle of Bailey (Yay! Now I can start stacking-up again). Afraid that some neighbors start to call the police with all the shouting and uncontrollable laughing of our guests we moved the party to our place to watch England-Paraguay match on TV. Total casualties of the day: uncountable drunk guests and two passed-out guests.

Never ending drain clog. Yeah-yeah, some of you can’t take it well and some of you need to puke after few shots. Not to be mistaken, I have nothing against you, really, as long as you don’t puke in the sink (and to be specific, mine). Don’t you see that the toilet bowl is a much-much better place to puke to? The opening is wide (so you are less likely to miss) and the height is just nice for you to kneel to (so you don’t have to worry how to stand still). And best, it is designed, let me say that again, designed to receive a big chunk of shit. Some not-so-experience drinker did just that after the party and as the result my sink is now clogged. I have been plumbing for the last 8 hours and counting with no sign of clearance. Maybe in addition of “Don’t drink and drive” people need to add “If you must, please aim at the right bowl” with BIG exclamation marks.

Mood: Bored, tired and hate plumbing …