Attention disorder

My lecturer told me yesterday that I'm suffering from some attention disorder. I must admit, she's right. After the boo-hoo crying sobbing whatever, it doesn't hurt so much. Maybe I'm getting old to care about this kind of stuff.

Thinking back...

When playing the dominos and connection game (answers have to be in spanish).



I have an ass and boob fetish. I love touching my friends'.



And in every conversation, it's either about how pretty I am (nassicism?) or about XXX.



So I do have attention disorder. Damn.

The armpit hair tactic

Yes, this is another post about armpit hair. I hadn't been able to update much this week due to the grueling basketball training. The competition has began and my team is now in the semi finals. More matches tomorrow. Owh, my body is too old to take it anymore.

We didn't have basketball uniforms made because there's some cheapskate around. So we borrowed the uniforms from the guys' team. And boy, it's damn huge! Moreover I'm petite sized. They gave me XL. The shorts are touching the ground.





They are a bunch of meanies.

In the end, they gave me a L size. But the number...



As the match went on, I suddenly remember a very important thing I forgot to do before the match.







Oh and one more thing, I'm an expect in making an mild injury look terrible.



I love basketball for its cute guys.

Thai Pub

It's been a hectic week. No water supply in the residential college for 3 weeks. Lost my handphone. No internet connection. Lost my room keys. Hurt my knee. No more afternoon naps. Even having problems settling down with the new house I'm going to rent in SS17.

Anyhow, there's always the good side. Met an old friend in Times Square.



How did it you tell it was me.



At that very night.



I was really enthusiastic to go. Had make up on, finally get to wear a real woman's clothes.



You know, wearing those mini skirts, a top that doesn't look like it can fit anything. But what was the problem? There is, all uber-sexiness was ruin by...



Sneakers!

Yeap, I wore sneakers and pole dance in Thai Pub. Pretty silly.

Desperado

We had a friendly basketball match with another residential college the other day. And boy, they play like men!



I must admit, I'm not really the feminine type, but standing next to them, made me look so girly.



We lost, big time, thanks to their overwelming male hormones man-like skills.

On the good side, the guy basketball players are a little, er... gay girl-ish, and not to mention, handsome. Their ass are in a good shape too! (I have an ass fetish)

I even tried to give them my phone number.



Unsuccessful, however.

Of sports' bra and sports' "tunam"

You know how us girls are lucky they invented sports' bra?



We can stop all the jingling! No more this!



I think it's time to invent sport 'tunam' (beer belly)!

I can't stand to see men with their jingling tummy. It's saddening they don't have any kind of support for their bouncy tummy.



We all need support for our jingling boobs, ass or tunam! It's about time somebody invent them!

But somehow...



There's always somebody that's bursting my bubble...

Xiah as a girl?!

I'm attracted to Xiah's charisma and cutesy type of manliness. Yes, his everything.



But this is too much.











I must say, as a girl myself, I even lose my femininity to him!

Too dark to see

My tan hasn't wear off to the extend...



I blend into the background. T.T

Armpit hair

I wonder why men like armpit hairs. I hate them ever so much. Every time they raise their arms, I want to faint at the sight of...



If you don't want to shave it, fine. What about grooming?









It's way better than that massive hair ball under your arm pits.

Sun burn

When I came back from Port Dickson, I looked like this.







The good thing was...



And another thing is, my lecturer from Venezuelan was super exciting by my new found skin colour...



Er, is that a good thing?

I forgot, there's that bikini line too.



Sexy? I don't think so.

Pimple growing?

Before I went to Port Dickson, I had...



After three days of sun and salt water bathing...



The sun hates my bikini and gave me humongous pimples.

Bikini chaos

I decided to go with the bikini. I even brought two sets with me.I was the only one in the whole beach to wear the bikini. I would be damn proud if I had breasts.





The fun part was probably the cat fight while sitting on the guys' shoulders. And not to mention, doing somersaults while standing on the guys' shoulders.



When I made a deep dive from the guy's shoulder. Splash and ...



I hope nobody saw that.

Floating boobies

It's so hard finding your own mates when everybody starts swimming or diving under. Then I devised a bright idea.





Identifying the person depends on the cup size.



For guys it's similar but a little different.





Of course, not all floated on their backs. So look at the butt sizes!



Warning - made of 50% crap.