Bugis from the 11th floor

The world's appetite for pictures is insatiable, and thankfully because of this I have a job. Busy with training this week so much so that crappy pix and mispelt captions have nightmared their way to me.

Weird stuff I've learnt so far: 1. Do not send pictures with titties/arses to north US of A (even though it churns out two pornographic films every six hours) or AOL. 2. Erections above 45 degs are out. Lesser angles are controversial so rule of thumb, any erections are not to be sent out. 3. An agency that specializes in ONLY pictures of the Pope do exists. 4. It's really embarassing to send out a picture captioned with XXXX died! when he/she is not really dead. And don't even think of using "prematurely died" in your corrections.

God. I'm craving for a mars bar cheesecake. Spiderman sucks. I can't think of a nice Muslim name for Michael Jackson. There's evil and ugly pastel panties lurking beneath the Queen. Alan Johnston wherefore art thou. I want to boogie with Novelle Rouge this Saturday and wear pretty clothes. I need to 'exercise' in the bedroom.

PS: Pardon the MIA and random absolute crap for I am mentally fried. Kindly show me the way to a plush sofa where I can dramatically pengsan and stop thinking.