wonderful, now everyone's going to think i have sex with random strangers everyday. but would i really sleep with a random stranger just because i've had too much to drink? i don't think so. the more i drink, the sleepier i get and sleepy people don't go around asking for sex.

in all honesty, i've never thought myself to be one who would save herself for marriage. i think i've always known that i'd lose it to someone i love even if he wouldn't become my husband. a cousin of mine, in her drunkenness, once said that it's senseless to save yourself for marriage (ok, she probably didn't use the word senseless). sex hurts, especially when it's your first time, so why would you want a million knives stabbing the insides of your vagina on your honeymoon? that just isn't romantic. honeymoon-sex should be beautiful. how can it be beautiful if the bride is squirming and screaming in pain (and if her hymen is yet to be torn - bleeding all over the expensive two million threadcount sheets). but i'm not saying that we should all go out and get some right at this very second. i think that's weird. sex should be special and doing it with some random guy just doesn't give you the pleasure sex should entail. if i ended up in bed with some weird-ass random guy i'd probably be more concerned with wondering who the hell he is and why the hell he's naked and on top of me rather than allowing myself to be lost in the heat.

i think i shall stop talking about sex now. though sex really is such a fascinating subject, especially when people get offended by one's openness about it. look at me, talking about sex as if i have a sex-life. i really don't because i just don't think it's time yet. besides who am i going to do it with?

i want to watch December Boys, not because Mr. Radcliffe apparently has a love scene there, but because i want to watch him portray someone other than my darling Harry Potter. i don't think i can see him (daniel radcliffe) as anything else until the potter movies are over though.

i once saw a picture of mr. radcliffe shirtless and i almost died laughing. his pubic hair grows up his tummy just like zhenyang. i used to tease zhenyang about his weed-like pubic hair whenever we did road-shows for toys'r'us. he was in the cow mascot and i got to be the fairy-princess who dragged him around and when the show was over, we'd all retire to the backroom of whichever place we were performing at and he'd take off his sweaty shirt revealing his chubby belly with his weed-like pubes - a sight which always ignites my giggles.

i'm mean.