my indian/singporean/canadian intern friend was talking bout singlish at tea, so i wiki-ed it.
god. i found a LONG-ASS, scholarly, very serious, earnest article on it. it is v interesting; as an insider and long-time perpetrator of this 'local creole', i understand EXACTLY the inflections. Lemme show you.
The Sociolect Continuum of Singaporean English
1. Basilect ("Singlish")"Dis guy Singrish si behpowderful wan. Hoh seh liao lah!Damn steady wan la!"
2. Mesolect"Dis guy Singlishdamn powerful one leh."
3. Acrolect ("Standard")"This person's Singlish is very good."
Topic prominence
Singlish is topic-prominent, like Chinese and Japanese. This means that Singlish sentences often begin with a topic (or a known reference of the conversation), followed by a comment (or new information).
Dis country weather very hot one. — In this country, the weather is very warm.
Dat person there cannot trust. — That person over there is not trustworthy.
The above constructions can be translated analogously into Chinese, with little change to the word order. <- never occur to me before. i stupid. (that was gd example of er, basilectal english, btw.) Nouns are optionally marked for plurality. Articles are also optional:
He can play piano.
I like to read storybook.
Due to consonant cluster simplification, the past tense is unmarked when it is part of a complex consonant cluster:
He talk for so long, never stop, not even when I ask him. <- I TALK LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME. Reduplication Another feature strongly reminiscent of Chinese and Malay, verbs are often repeated (e.g., TV personality Phua Chu Kang's "don't pray-pray!" pray = play.) In general verbs are repeated twice to indicate the delimitative aspect (that the action goes on for a short period), and three times to indicate greater length and continuity:
You go ting ting a little bit, maybe den you will get answer. (Go and think over it for a while, and then you might understand.)
So what I do was, I sit down and I ting ting ting, until I get answer lor. (So I sat down, thought, thought and thought, until I understood.)
(midget midget. hermy hermy.)
'One'
The word one is used to emphasize the predicate of the sentence by implying that it is unique and characteristic. It is analogous to the use of particles like 嘅 ge in Cantonese, 啲 e in Hokkien, or 的 de in southern-influenced Mandarin. One used in this way does not correspond to any use of the word "one" in British, American English, Australian English, etc: It can be compared to the British usage of 'eh'.
Wah lau! So stupid one! - Oh my gosh! He's so stupid!
I do everything by habit one. - I always do everything by habit.
He never go to school one. - He doesn't go to school (unlike other people).
Summary
Can. -"It can be done."
Solidarity - Can lah. - "Rest assured, it can be done."
Seeking attention / support (implicit) - Can hor / huh? - "It can be done, right?"
Characteristic - Can one / do. - "This can be accomplished."
(Vividness) - Likdat very nice. - "This looks very nice."
Acceptance /Resignation - Can lor. - "It can be done."
Assertion (implies that listener should already know) - Can wat. - "It can be done... shouldn't you know this?"
Assertion (strong) - Can mah. - "See?! It can be done!"
Assertion (softened) - Can leh. - "Can't you see that it can be done?"
Yes / No question - Can or not? - "Can it be done?"
Yes / No question(confirmation) - Can is it? - "It can be done, right?"
Yes / No question(skepticism) - Can meh? - "Um... are you sure it can be done?"
Confirmation - Can ar (low tone). - "So... it can really be done?"
Rhetorical - Can ar (rising). - "Alright then, don't come asking for help if problems arise."
Change of state (finished) - Can already / liao. - "It's done!"
(Indifference?) - Can huh (low tone). - "It can be done..."
I love how the author was able to pinpoint EXACTLY the connotations of the inflections. so, people, we have learnt today that the delicatest nuances can be found in the crudest of approximations. (whatever. didn't mean that.)
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
amy winehouse is fug.
hi all. rui is my blog's number one fan. pls applaud thank you. he will attest to the interesting convo we had last night. or, just go read his blog k thx. all there in mortifying black and white.
shirin wrote on her blog about her brusque relationship with her sister and how she won't miss her when gone.
i am not proud to say i also have a brusque (non)relationship with my brother and will not miss him at all. i get pangs of sadness when i see other ppl all pally with their siblings, esp jerrine and her sisters, but i just cannot be... emotionally goaded enough to actually initiate a teary reunion with a stranger existing in close proximity. besides, he'll probably grunt like the neanderthal he is and not look me in the eye.
ok that didn't help. haha.
i'm just waiting for that miraculous, shady period of time ten or so years down the road when we will both suddenly, conveniently reconcile 29 years of indifference by sole virtue of our matured sensibilities.
my ass la. but i can wish anyway. gives me an excuse not to act now, at least.
oh! i get emo when i'm bored. interesting.
ok title of post is nonsense. i was listening to her song when i typed it. but she IS fug. songs nice only, but that is no excuse for looking like a beehive on a stick.
so... what else to say. shirin is back at rj with her... new acquisition, for lit week! i miss lit week! even though i was minimally involved, as i always am in things like these, twas fun. mr ng choon ping added muchly to the gaiety, plaited goatee and all.
methinks i shall put up some lit trip pictures here soon. it seems SO LONG ago now, but was only last yr! it was FUN SHIT. we went to freaking... york, and scotland, and stratford LEH. and the bavarian room where gavin reclined in the manner of cleopatra and mr ng demonstrated late night taichi. and a certain huimin or whatzername injected much invited drama into the trip, what with her thick clear plastic hairbands (there should be international embargo on those monstrosities) and histrionics. and fried-to-hell breakfasts. and m&s cold chicken eaten while sitting on grass. and phaedra. HAHAHAHA PHAEDRA.
oh newsroom got free mooncakes. omg. the tongue is coming out.
ok thank the lords. i just got something to do. ta.
shirin wrote on her blog about her brusque relationship with her sister and how she won't miss her when gone.
i am not proud to say i also have a brusque (non)relationship with my brother and will not miss him at all. i get pangs of sadness when i see other ppl all pally with their siblings, esp jerrine and her sisters, but i just cannot be... emotionally goaded enough to actually initiate a teary reunion with a stranger existing in close proximity. besides, he'll probably grunt like the neanderthal he is and not look me in the eye.
ok that didn't help. haha.
i'm just waiting for that miraculous, shady period of time ten or so years down the road when we will both suddenly, conveniently reconcile 29 years of indifference by sole virtue of our matured sensibilities.
my ass la. but i can wish anyway. gives me an excuse not to act now, at least.
oh! i get emo when i'm bored. interesting.
ok title of post is nonsense. i was listening to her song when i typed it. but she IS fug. songs nice only, but that is no excuse for looking like a beehive on a stick.
so... what else to say. shirin is back at rj with her... new acquisition, for lit week! i miss lit week! even though i was minimally involved, as i always am in things like these, twas fun. mr ng choon ping added muchly to the gaiety, plaited goatee and all.
methinks i shall put up some lit trip pictures here soon. it seems SO LONG ago now, but was only last yr! it was FUN SHIT. we went to freaking... york, and scotland, and stratford LEH. and the bavarian room where gavin reclined in the manner of cleopatra and mr ng demonstrated late night taichi. and a certain huimin or whatzername injected much invited drama into the trip, what with her thick clear plastic hairbands (there should be international embargo on those monstrosities) and histrionics. and fried-to-hell breakfasts. and m&s cold chicken eaten while sitting on grass. and phaedra. HAHAHAHA PHAEDRA.
oh newsroom got free mooncakes. omg. the tongue is coming out.
ok thank the lords. i just got something to do. ta.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
THIS POST IS SAFE
apparently my last post almost induced hernia in rachel so for that, i apologize.
i got my first byline yesterday! on big article summore! but as it is with many things in my life, the anticipation outshone the actual event itself. but anyway, if you are so inclined, pls dig up young investors forum in BT on 23 July 2007. thank you. appreciate.
i am sitting at desk again. my friends are going to krabi tonight so even though i cannot go and hate it i hope you guys have fun and pls don't eat mushrooms and pls swim WITH the current and don't struggle against it if you are ever in that situation which i hope not ok thank you very much.
oh everyone pls go listen to slow dancing in a burning room by john mayer. even though i disapprove completely of his choice of hairstyle and ex-arm candy (the classy and elegant jessica simpson), this is ONE GOOD SONG. can cry one. ok but if you don't like emo emo song then go away and don't listen.
reading fawn's exciting exciting recount of first few days alone in switzerland has increased thousandfold my excitement to go off myself. but i am still sad. and scared. subtly, i am pushing my parents away and speaking to them less cos that will make the moment of leaving much easier. ok this is as emo as i am ever gonna get on this blog cos i am an emotional pariah (carey. hahahahaha.) and i sincerely believe ppl are not interested in my drawn out self-analysing so... lets talk about other things.
like... dinosaurs.
on saturday i was arguing with ian about dinosaurs. he said trex always kill brontosaurus. but in Land Before Time littlefoot's mother could put up big fight against the bad trex right? she used her neck and tail sort of as clubs to pummel the bastard, no? anyway if anyone can help me clarify tell me on tagboard thanks. i must win.
i got my first byline yesterday! on big article summore! but as it is with many things in my life, the anticipation outshone the actual event itself. but anyway, if you are so inclined, pls dig up young investors forum in BT on 23 July 2007. thank you. appreciate.
i am sitting at desk again. my friends are going to krabi tonight so even though i cannot go and hate it i hope you guys have fun and pls don't eat mushrooms and pls swim WITH the current and don't struggle against it if you are ever in that situation which i hope not ok thank you very much.
oh everyone pls go listen to slow dancing in a burning room by john mayer. even though i disapprove completely of his choice of hairstyle and ex-arm candy (the classy and elegant jessica simpson), this is ONE GOOD SONG. can cry one. ok but if you don't like emo emo song then go away and don't listen.
reading fawn's exciting exciting recount of first few days alone in switzerland has increased thousandfold my excitement to go off myself. but i am still sad. and scared. subtly, i am pushing my parents away and speaking to them less cos that will make the moment of leaving much easier. ok this is as emo as i am ever gonna get on this blog cos i am an emotional pariah (carey. hahahahaha.) and i sincerely believe ppl are not interested in my drawn out self-analysing so... lets talk about other things.
like... dinosaurs.
on saturday i was arguing with ian about dinosaurs. he said trex always kill brontosaurus. but in Land Before Time littlefoot's mother could put up big fight against the bad trex right? she used her neck and tail sort of as clubs to pummel the bastard, no? anyway if anyone can help me clarify tell me on tagboard thanks. i must win.
Monday, July 23, 2007
DON'T READ IF HAVEN'T READ HP
HARRY POTTER ROCKS MY SOCKS, PEOPLE. HE DOES. and i am in love with snape, btw. and i cried when dobby died and fred died (WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY) and lupin and tonks died.
but... albus severus potter? overkill, methinks. just a tad.
anyway weekend very busy i lazy to write but the alternative is writing about singapore business so i shall do... this.
thurs night: lear! twas genius. and ian mckellen is god la. nuff said. i liked ol gloucester too, he kinda reminded of sean connery from waaay up in our seats. and as rachel whispered, we can 'collect' all the shakespeare plays we go to alr lor. titus, antony and cleopatra, coriolANUS (sorry ah. am v mature), julius caesar, and now, lear. we... win.
oh. during the last part of the play when lear was wheeled out to meet cordelia for the first time since he disowned her (v emotional scene), the people behind me said this:
person 1: eh. that's a wheelchair.
person2: yah hor! it's a wheelchair!
messrs obvious and obviouser, in da house, yo.
after that was supper at makansutra where christine confirmed once and for all her, to put it mildly, all-consuming terror of cats. and where conversation flowed over lardy charkwayteow and broken egg.
me: wah lau i eat so much haam alr that tmr... i will shit haam.
fawn: cheekoopak! ------- jik (one) gubak (beef)!
ok long time ago i forgot other choice quotes alr soz.
friday: bbq at jerrine's house which rachel very sexily drove too. ate, as is usual, like a fiend. then we trooped up to tv room to er, sing disney songs. LOVE. memories of the fox and the hound were dredged up and jerrine and i commiserated over our yearning for our very own beast. (yipeng sang along too, ppl. all the while i though it was just the bass tones from jerrine's speakers but... no.)
then i had to rush off to lead my homeless gb friends to my house, though not before joining them at roti prata shop. (my stomach screamed.)
later at home i spread the joy of the mysterious ticking noise, vicky pollard and the fat fighters.
sat: breakfast at serangoon with gb ppl, home to continue potter frenzy, then cg at chris' house again, then SWISS MISS LEFT! :(:(:(:(:(
as christine so succinctly put it, the whole of facebook came to see her off. i think for me ah, the facebook group 'the smallest facebook group in the world' will come la.
fawn - i will miss you pls find good friends but pls don't forget us and pls remain nonsense and keep your 'british people=ukrainian' brain ok? i will see you on skype! technology roxxors!
i arrived at airport late to be greeted by bunch if tears. while yipeng sat in a far corner reading The Book. he was joined by an entire indian family with children running around his feet. a tender image from far, but here was his take on it: i wanted to kick them la.
then when one of the indian children fell down: wah. i don't even need to use my leg.
ah, paternal instincts.
and me and christine accidentally-but-secretly-on-purpose wore the same top.
at first - me: ee christine why you wear same!
christine: yuks don't stand near me when taking photo ah. so embarrassing.
later...
christine: sam i got secret to tell you
me: izzit you wear this shirt knowing that i will wear too but wanting to test out your theory.
christine: YES!
me: ME ALSO!
us: -general incoherence-
incontrivertible evidence of the jelly mother brain.
then we had to leave fawn and her humongous entourage. and that was the end of that and I WILL SEE YOU NEXT YR AT EURO FAWN OK OK CONFIRM CHOP GUARANTEE.
sunday: church and met family friend elizabeth for freaking $30 brunch at bakerzin. but twas good. she told me of how nice law ppl at her internship firm brought her out for lunch everyday and paid for her and forced food down her throat.
HEAR THAT, DBS FIENDS? YOU BRING INTERNS OUT FOR LUNCH. YOU DON'T TALK BOUT KUISHIN BO LOUDLY IN FRONT OF HER, THEN SAY BYE AND TROT OFF.
apparently, i am still angry. i'm very aaaangry.
then at night was dinner at pines for mom's birthday at jap restaurant cos got 50% off voucher. (here's something interesting. guess where jerrine celebrated her mother's birthday approx one month ago, cos got 50% voucher. GUESS.)
so now i am 10kg heavier in the span of 2 days.
ok now it is lunchtime and i have wasted 1 hour at work typing this load of crap. yippee. byebye!
but... albus severus potter? overkill, methinks. just a tad.
anyway weekend very busy i lazy to write but the alternative is writing about singapore business so i shall do... this.
thurs night: lear! twas genius. and ian mckellen is god la. nuff said. i liked ol gloucester too, he kinda reminded of sean connery from waaay up in our seats. and as rachel whispered, we can 'collect' all the shakespeare plays we go to alr lor. titus, antony and cleopatra, coriolANUS (sorry ah. am v mature), julius caesar, and now, lear. we... win.
oh. during the last part of the play when lear was wheeled out to meet cordelia for the first time since he disowned her (v emotional scene), the people behind me said this:
person 1: eh. that's a wheelchair.
person2: yah hor! it's a wheelchair!
messrs obvious and obviouser, in da house, yo.
after that was supper at makansutra where christine confirmed once and for all her, to put it mildly, all-consuming terror of cats. and where conversation flowed over lardy charkwayteow and broken egg.
me: wah lau i eat so much haam alr that tmr... i will shit haam.
fawn: cheekoopak! ------- jik (one) gubak (beef)!
ok long time ago i forgot other choice quotes alr soz.
friday: bbq at jerrine's house which rachel very sexily drove too. ate, as is usual, like a fiend. then we trooped up to tv room to er, sing disney songs. LOVE. memories of the fox and the hound were dredged up and jerrine and i commiserated over our yearning for our very own beast. (yipeng sang along too, ppl. all the while i though it was just the bass tones from jerrine's speakers but... no.)
then i had to rush off to lead my homeless gb friends to my house, though not before joining them at roti prata shop. (my stomach screamed.)
later at home i spread the joy of the mysterious ticking noise, vicky pollard and the fat fighters.
sat: breakfast at serangoon with gb ppl, home to continue potter frenzy, then cg at chris' house again, then SWISS MISS LEFT! :(:(:(:(:(
as christine so succinctly put it, the whole of facebook came to see her off. i think for me ah, the facebook group 'the smallest facebook group in the world' will come la.
fawn - i will miss you pls find good friends but pls don't forget us and pls remain nonsense and keep your 'british people=ukrainian' brain ok? i will see you on skype! technology roxxors!
i arrived at airport late to be greeted by bunch if tears. while yipeng sat in a far corner reading The Book. he was joined by an entire indian family with children running around his feet. a tender image from far, but here was his take on it: i wanted to kick them la.
then when one of the indian children fell down: wah. i don't even need to use my leg.
ah, paternal instincts.
and me and christine accidentally-but-secretly-on-purpose wore the same top.
at first - me: ee christine why you wear same!
christine: yuks don't stand near me when taking photo ah. so embarrassing.
later...
christine: sam i got secret to tell you
me: izzit you wear this shirt knowing that i will wear too but wanting to test out your theory.
christine: YES!
me: ME ALSO!
us: -general incoherence-
incontrivertible evidence of the jelly mother brain.
then we had to leave fawn and her humongous entourage. and that was the end of that and I WILL SEE YOU NEXT YR AT EURO FAWN OK OK CONFIRM CHOP GUARANTEE.
sunday: church and met family friend elizabeth for freaking $30 brunch at bakerzin. but twas good. she told me of how nice law ppl at her internship firm brought her out for lunch everyday and paid for her and forced food down her throat.
HEAR THAT, DBS FIENDS? YOU BRING INTERNS OUT FOR LUNCH. YOU DON'T TALK BOUT KUISHIN BO LOUDLY IN FRONT OF HER, THEN SAY BYE AND TROT OFF.
apparently, i am still angry. i'm very aaaangry.
then at night was dinner at pines for mom's birthday at jap restaurant cos got 50% off voucher. (here's something interesting. guess where jerrine celebrated her mother's birthday approx one month ago, cos got 50% voucher. GUESS.)
so now i am 10kg heavier in the span of 2 days.
ok now it is lunchtime and i have wasted 1 hour at work typing this load of crap. yippee. byebye!
Thursday, July 19, 2007
whee
today, i almost told the associate dean of FASS that FASS is a dumping ground.
today, a minister of state said i looked 'very well-groomed'.
the world works in mysterious ways.
anyway was at stupid SDU for press con just now. they have a 'lovebytes' cafe where singles can... mingle. (i just vomited a little in my mouth.) it is painted in block colors to facilitate the generation of... good feelings. i was reminded of my kindergarten playroom. it is scary that cash-laden PMEBs are relegated to an out of the way, dusty, mildew-infested playroom to 'make life-long friends' and 'potential life partners'.
and now, the government has found a way to make ALL the dating agencies in singapore belong to the SDU (some accreditation thingy, boring stuff). so, whichever dating agency you decide to frequent, YOU WILL BE MEETING THE SAME PEOPLE WHOM THE GOVERNMENT THINKS ARE RIGHT FOR YOU.
wah lau. i think i shall go to burma to find a mate la.
anyway, great news. i can get harry potter on FRIDAY. FRIDAY, PEOPLE! NOT SATURDAY! this is due to some great corruption on a certain newspaper publisher's part.
and and, lear tonight. whee.
my story in the paper today is devoid of a byline COS I FORGOT TO SEND IN MY NAME. <- my life, as written by the gods.
today, a minister of state said i looked 'very well-groomed'.
the world works in mysterious ways.
anyway was at stupid SDU for press con just now. they have a 'lovebytes' cafe where singles can... mingle. (i just vomited a little in my mouth.) it is painted in block colors to facilitate the generation of... good feelings. i was reminded of my kindergarten playroom. it is scary that cash-laden PMEBs are relegated to an out of the way, dusty, mildew-infested playroom to 'make life-long friends' and 'potential life partners'.
and now, the government has found a way to make ALL the dating agencies in singapore belong to the SDU (some accreditation thingy, boring stuff). so, whichever dating agency you decide to frequent, YOU WILL BE MEETING THE SAME PEOPLE WHOM THE GOVERNMENT THINKS ARE RIGHT FOR YOU.
wah lau. i think i shall go to burma to find a mate la.
anyway, great news. i can get harry potter on FRIDAY. FRIDAY, PEOPLE! NOT SATURDAY! this is due to some great corruption on a certain newspaper publisher's part.
and and, lear tonight. whee.
my story in the paper today is devoid of a byline COS I FORGOT TO SEND IN MY NAME. <- my life, as written by the gods.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
i like yale people
last night's interview was fun stuff. went to pretentious yale alumni's house (she says 'sehdurday' (saturday) and 'rodee prada' (roti prata)) where 11 yale students converged. and she is so angmoh that we must wear shoes indoors and have wine and cheese and crackers LEH. wah lau. but fun la.
interview was boring, cos i had to ask boring questions. but, when twas all over, they were naaaahce.
andrew (little gay boy who wears harry potter glasses): wesleyan people are very fashionable
me: really.
andrew: yeah! the last time i went, they were wearing bell-bottoms
me: sputter. THAT'S NOT FASHIONABLE LA.
andrew: i mean the trend du jour (CONSPERM GAY) is skinny jeans, but they were all like 'skinny jeans is SO 2005... we're totally 2912' *robot dance*
and he told me bout parties in wesleyan with weird themes like 'iceland' where ppl dressed up with harpoons and snowshoes and the decorative snow was, in fact, cocaine.
(christine, on hearing the above story: sam, i think wesleyan will change your life.)
and how they were going to MOS tonight to study how an exorbitant liquor tax affects the nightlife of the locals (i think, i THINK he was lying la)
i am sorry this is so boring, but i am boring cos i am bored. i am also bored when i am boring. so i will remain bored and boring forever.
today i gehkiang and bring phone and usb cable so i can charge it at work. i was nyehehing to myself and congratulating myself on my GREAT IDEA. BUT THEN, as is wont to happen, the freaking computer SAP ALL THE FREAKING BATTERY from my phone! where got such thing?! throughout the day the battery got lower and lower but i (stupidly) thought, cannot be la. then suddenly my phone made teeoteeo sound and it... died. and now i am an unconnected denizen of the digital world. sucks.
so jerrine, that's why i never call you and shirin, that's why i stopped messaging you bout bryan 'rocker' john jacobs.
on behalf of the evil bastard computer spirits, i apologize.
a funny thing happened yesterday. i was chatting to joy on the sph network then i pressed a wrong button so everything i typed suddenly came out in chinese. so when joy talked to me i was damn stressed and could only say 我不知道 and 再见. haha. the... loserness la. is monumental.
joy: sam where are you?
me: (frantically) 我不知道!
joy: hahaha this is hilarious
me: 再见再见
siao.
interview was boring, cos i had to ask boring questions. but, when twas all over, they were naaaahce.
andrew (little gay boy who wears harry potter glasses): wesleyan people are very fashionable
me: really.
andrew: yeah! the last time i went, they were wearing bell-bottoms
me: sputter. THAT'S NOT FASHIONABLE LA.
andrew: i mean the trend du jour (CONSPERM GAY) is skinny jeans, but they were all like 'skinny jeans is SO 2005... we're totally 2912' *robot dance*
and he told me bout parties in wesleyan with weird themes like 'iceland' where ppl dressed up with harpoons and snowshoes and the decorative snow was, in fact, cocaine.
(christine, on hearing the above story: sam, i think wesleyan will change your life.)
and how they were going to MOS tonight to study how an exorbitant liquor tax affects the nightlife of the locals (i think, i THINK he was lying la)
i am sorry this is so boring, but i am boring cos i am bored. i am also bored when i am boring. so i will remain bored and boring forever.
today i gehkiang and bring phone and usb cable so i can charge it at work. i was nyehehing to myself and congratulating myself on my GREAT IDEA. BUT THEN, as is wont to happen, the freaking computer SAP ALL THE FREAKING BATTERY from my phone! where got such thing?! throughout the day the battery got lower and lower but i (stupidly) thought, cannot be la. then suddenly my phone made teeoteeo sound and it... died. and now i am an unconnected denizen of the digital world. sucks.
so jerrine, that's why i never call you and shirin, that's why i stopped messaging you bout bryan 'rocker' john jacobs.
on behalf of the evil bastard computer spirits, i apologize.
a funny thing happened yesterday. i was chatting to joy on the sph network then i pressed a wrong button so everything i typed suddenly came out in chinese. so when joy talked to me i was damn stressed and could only say 我不知道 and 再见. haha. the... loserness la. is monumental.
joy: sam where are you?
me: (frantically) 我不知道!
joy: hahaha this is hilarious
me: 再见再见
siao.
Monday, July 16, 2007
what i did at work today
Samantha Lee ... i love the centuars also. they sexy
Samantha Lee ... as is lucius
Samantha Lee ... oooooooOOOOOooooooOOOOOOOooo
Joy Goh-Mah/S... woo yeah centaurs!
Joy Goh-Mah/S... writhing on the ground with ropes WOOOOOOOOO
Samantha Lee ... HAHAHAHA YAH MAN WAH LAU
Samantha Lee ... AND THE DEEP VOICES
Samantha Lee ... AND THE ARROWS
Samantha Lee ... WOOOOO
Samantha Lee ... and so proud
Samantha Lee ... wah seh if i centuara i will kneel at their feet lor.
Samantha Lee ... a;sdoifja fksdfkj.
Joy Goh-Mah/S... if i hermione i also rush forward to throw myself on his hard, moving body
Joy Goh-Mah/S... did you notice how she dashed over in lust?
Samantha Lee ... oh yes, yes. with their shiny chests. gooh.
Samantha Lee ... hahahaha where GOT
Joy Goh-Mah/S... HAIRLESS CHESTS!
Samantha Lee ... you impose your own fantasy izzit
Samantha Lee ... AH KNOW. I LOVE HAIRLESS CHESTS
Samantha Lee ... esp when they glisten
Samantha Lee ... meep.
Joy Goh-Mah/S... she did what she ran over o hm and laid her little hand on his strong, pulsing muscles
Samantha Lee ... oh oh.
Samantha Lee ... porn in sph/
Samantha Lee ... thanks, joy.
Samantha Lee ... really.
Samantha Lee ... hahahaha but yes the strong pulsing muscles throbbed in response to her delicate touch
Samantha Lee ... i... must print out this convo la. must.
Samantha Lee ... as is lucius
Samantha Lee ... oooooooOOOOOooooooOOOOOOOooo
Joy Goh-Mah/S... woo yeah centaurs!
Joy Goh-Mah/S... writhing on the ground with ropes WOOOOOOOOO
Samantha Lee ... HAHAHAHA YAH MAN WAH LAU
Samantha Lee ... AND THE DEEP VOICES
Samantha Lee ... AND THE ARROWS
Samantha Lee ... WOOOOO
Samantha Lee ... and so proud
Samantha Lee ... wah seh if i centuara i will kneel at their feet lor.
Samantha Lee ... a;sdoifja fksdfkj.
Joy Goh-Mah/S... if i hermione i also rush forward to throw myself on his hard, moving body
Joy Goh-Mah/S... did you notice how she dashed over in lust?
Samantha Lee ... oh yes, yes. with their shiny chests. gooh.
Samantha Lee ... hahahaha where GOT
Joy Goh-Mah/S... HAIRLESS CHESTS!
Samantha Lee ... you impose your own fantasy izzit
Samantha Lee ... AH KNOW. I LOVE HAIRLESS CHESTS
Samantha Lee ... esp when they glisten
Samantha Lee ... meep.
Joy Goh-Mah/S... she did what she ran over o hm and laid her little hand on his strong, pulsing muscles
Samantha Lee ... oh oh.
Samantha Lee ... porn in sph/
Samantha Lee ... thanks, joy.
Samantha Lee ... really.
Samantha Lee ... hahahaha but yes the strong pulsing muscles throbbed in response to her delicate touch
Samantha Lee ... i... must print out this convo la. must.
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