Tap Tap Revenge 3 tells me that achieving the impossible tap accuracy of 103% is indeed, possible.
Tap Tap Revenge 3 tells me that achieving the impossible tap accuracy of 103% is indeed, possible.
Nicked.
For the past 12 hours I lied emaciated on my bed, passing between different states of consciousness. The strep throat infection and fever have gotten the better of me, but I hope some dequalinium chloride and aspirin tablets will fix me.
Dinner didn’t go down well, but I’m glad to say I didn’t pull the projectile vomiting stunt again (the only time I did that was when I was horribly drunk - and that will be my first and last time).
My stubble has been scaring off a few friends and I decided that it was the best Tuesday idea to shave when I’m actually still half-awake. I accidentally nicked myself - at the index finger, not on the face, because I thought my razor was a toothbrush and I’ll give the bristles their daily wash.
Owww. A bit of skin came off, it hurt like hell but surprisingly, no blood!
City at night, by National Geographic.
City at night, by National Geographic.
It just took my breath away
Lady Gaga - Telephone ft. Beyoncé
I have mixed feelings after watching it though - while I whole-heartedly agree that Lady Gaga has propelled herself into the stratosphere of pop music with this video, something just don’t ring right with me.
Hmmm, what do you think about the music video?
Today during an evening’s outing with a close friend of mine, I was told of a secret experiment that took place a few months back.
The interesting thing is, I was the subject. Unwittingly.
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I hang out with a clique of seven - six females and one pitiful male (yours truly). One fine day, one piped up, “I think Terry’s starting at my chest every time I wear something slightly more revealing than usual.” That formed the basis of the thesis statement - whether Terry is really staring at people’s mammary glands when they wear revealing clothes. The hypothesis is easy - as for every dumb, horny, hormone-raging males, Terry does stare at people’s boobs.
They carried out their clandestine experiment soon after. One of the females wore something revealing and the rest tries to make sure that dear Terry doesn’t know an experiment is taking place right away. They pay great attention to Terry’s gaze. Where were his eyes going? When she spoke to him, how many times did he graze her chest with his inquisitive, curious eyes?
I hope that doesn’t equate to Terry visually molesting someone in the torso area, especially a female’s. Terry doesn’t want others to think that he is sexually perverse because… he really isn’t.
Observational data was collected. Terry was indeed paying more attention to the pair of jugs when the female talked. Terry is sexually perverse and makes a detailed visual assessment of other’s chest assets when they dress in revealing tops.
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Oh noes, my voice rose to a wail, I didn’t even know that happened! On the train back to the dorm I tried to defend my unintentional ‘visual assessment of female chest assets’. I do not remember staring at people’s boobs. They just happen to be… well, in the way.
My friend laughed it off. She said it’s probably nothing much, and that Terry is simply a little boy who is curious about female anatomy.
Aha, so much for being the subject of a social experiment on male subconscious behavior in front of their female counterparts.
On a totally related note, I owe that girl an apology :) I didn’t mean to do it.
Hello there. I am Terry and I am a full-time undergraduate based in Singapore. I take photos, write a blog and design websites. And no, I'm not a teddy bear.
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