MY BL*G-by Ryan Su





Hey there, this is RYAN on another of his rants!!! Hellooo...16 < xy < 17. Person of immense emotional substance and maturity. However, lacks much in self discipline and control. Rather rash. Singaporean by birth, but not choice. a/j. HAPPILY ATTACHED to my boi!!! (I would like to first of all thank god, my parents....for my happiness and...) Impulsively adoptive and protective especially towards poor and small things like children and animals. FASHION SLAVE. Loves buying things (mostly useless, if not clothes...or plants) for self and others. Lives in a nice big house with a savage garden with his favourite heliconias and bromeliads and no radioactive stuff to send out radiation except a recently upgraded handphone. Recurring bitchiness can be suppressed by friendship, drugs, emotional blackmail and bribery. Effectively quadrilingual, english, chinese, french and foul language. Indulges in shopping, and acting in a way demeaning to his intelligence...ie. dumb. Hates homophobes bigtime. Eeee... He aspires to work with plants, in the advertising/fashion industry or in flight attending when he grows up. Me is most weird. By the way, I love making fwens!!!

   

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Monday, April 12, 2004
Spending Money

I start to get edgy whenever I think about money. I’m financially secure, yet fianancio-emotionally insecure at the same time. It is hard to think of myself, such a frugal being (my ass), spending forty bucks on a plant so endangered yet so huge yet so fucking under priced. Anyway, I got the thing reserved for yours truly and will pick it up tomorrow afternoon. I don’t know why I balk at spending forty bucks when I have two hundred bucks at my disposal now (at expense of intruding into my own financial privacy as used to keep amount of reserves at present under high security a la LKY).

 

Did my fair share of Erin Brockovich snooping around today all in the name of my plant business. If only I had a friggin photocopier, a pair of jiggly boobs for Indian workers to ogle (too bad they’re not gay) and children in tow would my fantasy of being an Erin be fulfilled. What I did have were confidential documents. Hmmm…competitors are starting to call me “Garden Slut” when it should be “Garden Slug”, I wonder why.

 

Will go study and pretend to be submissive, docile, tractable but so damn cute. Just like the little Chinese Crested dog I’d have in place of real children. Haha.


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