I'm not racist. I just don't like colours. (UPDATE)

With reference to my previous post, "I'm not racist. I just don't like colours", and a gazillion (Yes. im channelling Randy Jackson here) thanks to Chris Foo, my new Facebook friend whom I recently met at the Double-Pink-Birthday party, we have photos of my once in a lifetime inclusion of colours in my clothes! (even though all of the photos which I took that night was stolen, along with my phone)

Ok fine. I cheated just a little bit. But for the fact that its bright pink with white poka dots, thats one hell of a leap-of-faith for me.

Apparantly there were so many people celebrating their birthday that night. Yeah.  I lost count.

And theres nothing more joyous then to have three guys blowing.

Candles off a birthday cake I mean,

And yes. We were all dressed within the dresscode guidelines.

WAS LAST SEEN 'FLASHING' AT A GROUP OF GUYS IN A BIRTHDAY PARTY ON SATURDAY NIGHT, 6TH OF FEBUARY, AROUND 11 40 PM. IF SPOTTED WITH ANYONE ELSE OTHER THEN ITS RIGHTFUL OWNER, DO COME UP TO THE PERSON, KICK HIS BALLS UNTIL IT TURNS AS RED AS THIS MESSAGE.

AND TAKE THE PHONE.

(ALRIGHT. This is the last time.)

I am NOT (yet) suffering from any mental disorder.

There have been enquires from concerned bloggers with regards to my mental welfare and I’m glad to officially announce that for the record, I do not suffer from a medical condition known as objectophilia. I might refer to objects from time to time as my ex (or current) lovers, babies, bitches, girlfriends and boyfriends, but I do so, USUALLY in jest. Even when not, I do so out of love for all my belongings and definately without any hidden sexual connotations in play. I mean, sometimes I do lie in bed with my phone( well, I guess not anymore), my mp3 player and at times when I do arrive home extremely tired, having had a drink or two too many, I tend to let my guard down just a little bit and undress with the presence, and in full view for my circle-lenses to see (literally) BUT i maintain the fact that I do so, (once again) without any hidden sexual connotations in play.

That is all I have to say.