Damn those medicines that I got. For once, it seems that the pharmacist who tended to me doesn't seem to be lying. She advised me, "This medicine may cause drowsiness lah hor." And I took her words for granted for everytime, I don't visit the doctor that frequently anyway, the side effects of the medicines doesn't seem to work on me.

As soon as I popped in all the different types of medicine, I began to feel sleepy. NOT DROWSY! So much so that I slept through from 7pm to 9pm! And it caused me to miss this week's "So you think you can dance?" episode! ARGH! I felt cheated my the medicine...

Tablets for running nose, paracatemol, cough mixture and my favourite, the one for sore throat where you just suck. Yummy for something you call 'medicine'! But still, where's my cure for my phlegm doc? I just don't see the link between my sickness and the medicines that you prescribed me!


Flashback to last Saturday...


This is what we got John for his birthday.


It looks crude but it ain't what you think it is. It's actually a dildo an ashtray for our dear friend who puffs his way to happiness. It can be used as a sex toy actually but it is certainly not advisable under the guidlines of the Ministry of Sex. Too big, and therefore... waaaaaay to scary to even be imagined how it can live up to its name of a 'sex toy'.

People nowadays are getting more creative by the day. And I'm impressed, really. 'cause I have a secret fetish for these kinda funky stuffs. Haha, alright that sounds off but still, my point is that I have a preference for those out-of-the-box stuffs. They are like a form of art which is still practical for general usages. Drop down to the shop by the name of 'Molecule' and you'll get what I mean here. And hell yeah, they rock!


I just realised that we didn't sing him a "Happy Birthday" song. Never mind. A picture, as they say, says a thousand words. I hope a few of those words read, "Happy Birthday, John".


p.s. we currently have 2 squad members who forced themselves to be camera-shy and hide themselves behind the bench. Apparently, they seem to have committed some kind of offence and thus would not like to be photographed.

and this is not our full-strength squad yet! Beware! You have been warned!