Pwnd.

Mum: Why are all your friends so short?
Me: They’re not all short
Mum: I haven’t seen a tall one
Me: M’s boyfriend D is tall
Mum: Why can’t YOU go out with a tall guy?
Me: Wasn’t C tall enough for you?
Mum: Didn’t you guys break up like every other day?

This makes me miss Japan even more.

I wonder whether we saw any of them.

Patrolling in high heels, wigs and designer bags, Japanese black-belt policemen have been cross-dressing in a bid to beat off bag-snatchers, a report said.

The all-male squad has been deployed since last month on night patrols in central Aichi prefecture, wearing skirts and stockings and carrying eye-catching handbags as bait for potential thieves, the Asahi daily reported.

So far the unit has failed to nab any muggers, the Asahi said, and Aichi police declined to comment to Agence France-Presse on the report.

To qualify for the special squad, police have to be young, slim and hold the top rank of a black belt in a martial art such as karate or judo, the report said.

A 26-year-old officer – measuring 1.71 metres in height and weighing in at a dainty 61 kilograms – expressed pride in the mission, telling the daily: “It’s cowardly to target women who are weak.”

The operation has not been without its pitfalls. Some of the stylish policemen have become targets themselves – of cat-calls and lewd propositions.

One 25-year-old officer said he “panicked” one night when a male driver leaned out of his car window and asked if he wanted to go for a drive.

Source: SMH

Love Nests

I’ve stumbled upon this interesting list of hotels in which famous infidels get their sex on.

Gramercy Park Hotel in New York charged Lindsay Lohan, Ashley Olsen and Jennifer Aniston $513 per night, but the ultimate high-rollerness goes to Four Seasons, also in NY, where Alex Rodriguez enjoys romps with call girls for $861.

Sadly, none of the prices on this list even comes close to how much we paid for our shitty little ryokan in Kyoto.

B’s Pants

Me: It’s sooooo hot I can’t believe it
B: I know man
I’m not even wearing pants
Me: Overshare

Annie

This is what Phil does in his spare time.

Assuming, dirty-minded people

On having dinner with a friend (bearing in mind MK and I have scheduled dinner on Tuesday but what’s the bet that it won’t happen).

MK: I guess on Tuesday there’ll be lots to tell
“I didn’t go home on Thursday night”
“I just got home last night”
“Do you have Postinor on you?”
“Wait how many days has it been?”
Me: …

This is the same MK whose first question after I came back from Japan was not “did you sleep with any Japanese boys” but “how many Japanese boys did you sleep with”. I don’t know how someone whose has said three words to me over MSN during the last six months comes up with the conclusion that I’m a massive slut.

Oh MK.

I was supposed to have dinner with MK tonight.

Let met give you a bit of history.

MK and I haven’t caught up since at least half a year ago, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. For as long as I remember now we’ve been trying to make time for dinner, and every single time, without fail, one of us would cancel. You’d think we would just accept that it wasn’t meant to be, but we persist like true soldiers.

So shortly after I came back from Japan, we set a date for catching up. Since Monday is movie night, MK said, pick Tuesday or Thursday, neglecting to tell me that Thursday would be his mother’s birthday. Chance has it that I picked Thursday, and when he told me it was his mum’s birthday I said, you’re going to call me and cancel. MK said no no I won’t, I’m determined. No more dogging dinners. This’s going to happen.

This morning I receive a SMS – “sorry mum wants me to spend her birthday at home”.