Big P's a-comin
this is weird but i've always been attracted to guys who are slightly bigger and heavier. not OBESE of course. but y'knoe, the rugger-type of body. with cute chubby cheeks and a nice smile. yummy.
somehow i was never turned on by six-pack abs. well, in awe of them. but never thought they were sexy. they just scream out to me "i'm the proud product of 300 situps daily and protein shakes for breakfast lunch dinner! take that!"
ugh. a jiggly tummy would do just fine. we can share orh lua together and he won't be doing bench presses as he nibbles.
the worst type of guy would be the Typical Asian Male. okay, most singaporean guys. the real skinny and lanky ones. those whom u hug and find ur arms coming right back to you. (now u can hug urself!) wat's more, they're vertically challenged too! bahh.
and i also wonder why most guys don't bother to dress up properly for school. they look like they just got outta bed and are all ready to hit the sack the moment they reach home. baggy t-shirts should be banned. no funny funny hiphop/grunge/punk style. a pair of clean pressed khaki pants and white polo tee will do just fine. no ah pek slippers please.
(as u can see i'm not really makin any important declaration on world affairs in this entry i'm being bimbotic again so u can stop reading now if u'd like.)
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i've been absurdly ravenous for the past 48 hours or so, after my gym session on monday. despite only running for an hour, i've taken 6 hours worth of naps and copious amounts of food. heck, i was so hungry that i even woke up extra early so that i could eat breakfast. i think i fainted in my slumber.
great. so i'm tired, hungry, and still flabby after exercise. boo hoo. i'm gonna snag a samoan warrior and rear a bunch of pot-bellied children on a french polynesian island. then we could jiggle our jiggly bits as we dance round a fire on the beach. i told you i was born on the wrong continent.
somehow i was never turned on by six-pack abs. well, in awe of them. but never thought they were sexy. they just scream out to me "i'm the proud product of 300 situps daily and protein shakes for breakfast lunch dinner! take that!"
ugh. a jiggly tummy would do just fine. we can share orh lua together and he won't be doing bench presses as he nibbles.
the worst type of guy would be the Typical Asian Male. okay, most singaporean guys. the real skinny and lanky ones. those whom u hug and find ur arms coming right back to you. (now u can hug urself!) wat's more, they're vertically challenged too! bahh.
and i also wonder why most guys don't bother to dress up properly for school. they look like they just got outta bed and are all ready to hit the sack the moment they reach home. baggy t-shirts should be banned. no funny funny hiphop/grunge/punk style. a pair of clean pressed khaki pants and white polo tee will do just fine. no ah pek slippers please.
(as u can see i'm not really makin any important declaration on world affairs in this entry i'm being bimbotic again so u can stop reading now if u'd like.)
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i've been absurdly ravenous for the past 48 hours or so, after my gym session on monday. despite only running for an hour, i've taken 6 hours worth of naps and copious amounts of food. heck, i was so hungry that i even woke up extra early so that i could eat breakfast. i think i fainted in my slumber.
great. so i'm tired, hungry, and still flabby after exercise. boo hoo. i'm gonna snag a samoan warrior and rear a bunch of pot-bellied children on a french polynesian island. then we could jiggle our jiggly bits as we dance round a fire on the beach. i told you i was born on the wrong continent.
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