A weekend

Friday. The Vagina Monologues with Zhuominish Darling. I won't do that V for peace-out sign again when having my photos taken, because V is for cheebye is for cootchie-hootch is for pukimat is for you know what. Monologues was pretty good and enlightening and sexy and even gory. Friday. Couldn't find real food around bugis. Pigged out heavily at 85 market instead. Saturday. hassled into meeting financial planner. Saturday. Donated blood again at the mobile blood drive. I wish more people will donate blood. Saturday. Diarrhea. At the end of my blood donation. Blood got distracted and slowed to a trickle while the shit was fast coming. it was agonising. Saturday. bought dinner for zm who was down with the shits too. Sunday. Soccer. Loss of blood and lots of shit couldn't keep soccer away. Not from me. Sunday. Attempted a trick with the ball. Supposed to skillfully giap the bouncing ball between my legs and do a samba dance. Managed to end up with ball under feet and fell backwards. Sprained right wrist. Sunday. Loss of blood and lots of shit and a sprained wrist couldn't keep soccer away. Not from me. Continued playing. Sunday. Headed for the Arts Singapore Exhibition. Interesting stuff. Wish I had taken arts classes more seriously when I was younger. Monday. MC for the wrist. I is Singapore's last action hero, after the venerable VR Man.