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A couple of weeks ago, i wrote about hilary duff & how pivotal she was in my teenage phase. I have no idea why i suddenly had the urge to craft an entry about her. There was just this strange feeling that convinced me to do so. It's the sort that makes me feel so good when i heed it. It better than sex, believe me. Not that i know how good sex feels. It's just words from others. It's only through my imagination that i feel it. It sounds wrong but visualisation is the key. It has always been. People these days like to brag. I don't mind them telling me their experiences. But sometimes, they just go to far. I really do not need people telling me how bitchy their girlfriends are. I also don't really need to know how your girlfriend is like one of those prostitutes plucked out from the streets of geylang when it comes to sex. Freaking horny. Anyways, enough of that. A few days after writing that little post, i came to find out through the tabloids that Hil was ...

My obsession with Hilary Duff was unlike any other. Well it was an obsession like any other obsessions. It's just that it was unlike other peoples obession. Make sense right? Say no & see what happens to you later. It was a 4 year affair. Started out of nothing. I saw a cd one fine day with a pretty lady's face on it. I didn't hesitate to buy it straight away. I remember how the cashier looked at me. Kinda silly. But i didn't give a damn. I was still a kid. You know how kids are. Stupid as shit. Nonetheless, i still enjoyed the hit song 'so yesterday'. The lyrics doesn't make sense but it didn't matter. Her cutesy voice more than made up for it. Stupidity strikes again for the juvenile wonder. I found out that she was actually on a show called 'lizzie mcguire'. It's sick man. Till now, i'm not sure what the show is about. Back then, for the thousandth time, it didn't matter. As long as i see her face, what ever she did mattered as...

Even though i hate having a bald head, i gotta admit, it's quite comfortable being hairless. Well i'm not exactly a skinhead you know. I do have hair as short as they are. Even if it's just an inch or two, it's still hair. & when you have hair as short as that, there are two things you don't have to do. Drying & combing. To be honest, i don't do those things even when i have a head full of hair. But i'm just saying it's so much more convenient waking up in the morning without hair getting into your eyes or getting out of the shower & have the task of styling it. These days, i go out carefreely. As you all know, i have curly hair that spirals & twirls. It's unsightly when it's long. Even though i know it's hideous, i have the habit to grow it out as long as possible before heading for the barber & shave it all off. I'm not sure why but there's just this feeling of satisfaction when i go into the barber & do what...

As you read these words, we are now on our first day of Ramadhan. I know what you're thinking. Hari Raya! That's wrong dudes & dudettes. We should be thinking of fasting. You guys are hopeless. As i'm crafting this entry, my stomach is growling. It's only been three hours since i had my supporting meal. It's suppose to carry me through the day. Yeah. I'm practically finished. 12 more hours to go! Time goes by slow here so it'll be like 24 hours. I'm not kidding. It sometimes feel like time is thrice slower. That's camp for you. No that's NS. You have fun in camp. Hell is what you get in NS. This is my first day fasting in camp. I'm not sure if i'll last through till dusk. I'll let you know later. Maybe i'll be dead already by then. So if you never hear from me after this, then yea i'm gone. I think this will be my toughest fasting stint yet. They have all been tough but i reckon fasting while doing ns is tougher. It will b...