Really haven't been blogging properly for a while now.. I used to update everyday, but now, I realised that I don't really have any things to bitch about. Thats coz I seldom go out nowdays, and the only places I go to are June's and Idris' house for projects. However, the projects are finally over now, and its a weird thing, coz I actually wish that they are still existent.
All the projects suddenly end off at the same time, and this while when I was so busy with them, I rejected job opportunities, rejected dates and stuff, so now I'm all alone and bored while the rest of the world is busy with exams. Thats super sickening.
Today I got home after a presentation which I screwed up for my group, feeling particularly grumpy, and then fell asleep till 6pm when I woke up feeling very much alone although my bro and maid are both at home.
Haiz... I managed to struggle till now, when I decided I shall blog, although I have absolutely no interesting topic to blog about at all. I know! I think I shall blog about Michelle Saram and how much I hate her.
Actually, I don't really hate her, but more of the typical roles she gets on TV. I am so fucking sick of the Don't-fall-in-love-with-me-although-I-am-so-pretty
-coz-I-have-got-cancer-and-I-am-gonna-die-soon roles she gets. She is like that in Meteor Garden II, and she is like that again in Baby Boom.
Lets see how a typical situation would be like for Michelle Dearest before she chooses her roles.
Director to Producer: "Hey, I think I need a slut for this show. She would be the third party, but I wanna make my viewers confused coz they all would love her as she looks damn innocent. She is a thorough slut actually, but males would never notice, and females would get very angry coz they know the truth. Hows that? Who should I get?"
Producer: "Hmmm... I think, Jolin Tsai? Or maybe..."
Saram, popping out from behind the pillar where she is hiding. "ME!!! Me me me me me!" *GIGGLES*
Director: "You want the role?"
Saram: "It depends. I'm a supposed to be an innocent slut? I can do that!" With this Saram opens her eyes very wide and blinks 3 times, and proceeds to take off her bra.
Director: "Oh thats not necessary my dear! But.. but.. Don't stop!"
Saram giggles and giggles madly (the female producer thinks she is siao) while pretending to put on the bra but accidentally reveals a nipple anyway.
Director: "Oh, I'm soooo getting you for this role.."
Saram, giggle again: "Hee! You think I can do that? But I have some personal criteria for this show... Its called baby Boom, isn't it?? Yippee, I get to shag Li Nan Xing!"
Director: "But Nan Xing is old and wrinkled my dear. Why not shag me?"
Saram: "Don't tease me, you little twit! *giggles* Let me ask you, do I get to die of cancer in the show?"
Director: "Thats too cliche...."
Saram: "No cancer, no michelle!" *pout*
Director: "Oh ok I will make u die of a rare heritary disease that would make you look ugly."
Saram: "As long as I die! So, do I get to run around in beaches?" *giggles*
Director: "You are supposed to be a career woman!"
Saram: "No running around in beaches no Michelle! And I wanna shout at the beach like thats gonna help anything at all! I wanna be dressed in white and I wanna write things on the beach... That would be sooo perfect for the image I wanna get!"
Director: "Write what on the beach?"
Saram: "I already thought of it! I would sit back to back with Li Nan Xing on the beach, with the sea wind blowing my soft hair around. I would proceed to write words on the sand with a twig. He would ask me what I am writing, and I would say that when I am young, i like to write my troubles down on sand, so that when the tide comes in and washes off my writings, I feel like my troubles are all washed away! The scene would end with me giving a big smile, suddenly standing up, and urging Li, a 40 yr old flabby man, to run after me on the beach."
Director: "Fuck! Men would so love this! You are a genius!"
Saram: *giggles* "Really? Heeheehee... I wanna shout at trains too."
Director: "For fuck?!"
Saram: "It is just ME to shout at stupid objects. It relieves stress, supposedly."
Director: "I supposed I could fit that scene in if you insist..."
Saram: "Could I have a personal star in the sky named after me too? I would like to call it 'Brave Kris'."
Director: "You did that in Meteor garden and it is a little too much, isn't it? Your name was Ye Sa (in Singapore if she were Cantonese she would be called Yip Sar), and you named a star after youself?"
Saram: "Oh alright. So when do I start?"
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Yup. Thats how she gets her roles. I can do a very good job of imitating her! But I can't do it here of course.
I hate Michelle Saram, because I strongly because she is the one who started the trend of "shouting at huge bodies of water".
You see, I stay just beside Pandan Reservior. And I mean beside, just 200 metres away from my block.
Occasionally, I get a ear splitting scream from someone who is shouting into the reserviour. It is plain silly. It is stupid. It is moronic. How come people don't realise that by shouting, nothing gets solved? Their problems would still exist, plus they irritate the shit outta people who are so unfortunate to stay near the reserviour.
Some might argue that stress is relieved when shouting is done at a huge body of water. Now, it is not the fishes swimming inside which offended you. It is probably your boss or someone like that. So go shout at him, bet that would be hitting the problem at the right spot. DO NOT SHOUT AT SILLY RESERVIOURS, YOU LOOK AND SOUND STUPID. Imagine if the reserviour were to be alive, it would think you are crazy.
Bloody hell, its all Michelle Saram's fault. Thank goodness I do not live near a train station as well. Dumb people possibly thought they would like to shout at trains the same way Miss Saram does.
No wonder Jerry Yan is not interested in her.
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My string of projects are ENDLESS. Ok enough excuses. Actually I am just not very motivated to blog nowadays, but here we go to the projects issue again. I have no motivation to blog because I have no life to blog about. And I have no life to blog about because I am doing projects DAILY. WTF.
But today! Today I have a life again. Thats because I did something drastic finally.
To those of you who liked my curls... I'm sorry but they are not longer existent. Thats because I went to rebond my hair. To add, I cut my bangs into a straight cleopatra-like style. (some people might be mumbling under their breaths that they do not care whether I rebonded my hair or not, but I would like to say that similarly, I do not care abt your opinion as this is my blog and I shall write what I want. So there.)
Pictures? Here you go.
I'm sorry that it is so blur, thats because I took the picture without flash and I had to jack up the brightness.
Anyway, the fringe was cut one day before I rebonded my hair. I came home, looked at my lifeless self in the mirror, and decided I need a change. So I took a pair of scissors, and sniped off my fringe. I think its some fetish that we all have, and I started to cut more and more.
I ended up looking like a stupid jap doll with the fringe and curls. I went to school, and everyone said I looked "sweeter", "more innocent", "cuter" etc. It infuriated me. "CUTE" IS NOT WHAT I WANT! Remember the image I wanna achieve?? I WANNA LOOK RICH, NOT SWEET!
So Jealous June suggested rebonding, and weirdly enough, was so enthusiatic about it that she even lent me a hundred bucks to do it, plus accompanied me to the salon where she sat about while I had my hair done. What a wonderful friend I have.
Thats not the point. The point is.... 50% of people say it is nicer, while the other 50 say they perfer curls. I have never seen such an equal stand before. Whatever it is, it is still a change. Afterall I had my curls for 1 year already, and I am sick of having to style it everyday. Rebonded is good and easy.
Halloween is coming up! Eileen brought me to this place called No 1 Costumes Costumes (It really has two "costumes" in its name), where we went to try on clothes to wear to Zouk on the 31st Oct. Here's what I tried. Naturally, Cleopatra.
Its 60 bucks for 3 days. I have no idea why I should pay that ridiculous amount, and I dun even need the stupid costume for 3 days. 60 bucks can buy me a 64mb memory stick, and I cannot think of why I shld give it to the costume shop for a piece of shiny thing that probably a million people have wore before.
I didn't rent it of course. Neither did Eileen.
But I'm still going to Zouk nonetheless, perhaps with some silly white tube to become a common angel.
I wanna bitch about something.
Yesterday I was on my way to city hall after school, feeling sore at my calfs, for I wore heels and had conquered Mount Dover (the silly slope at SP) on my way to the MRT. As usual, I squeezed to the middle and rooted myself standing in front of a particular seat, hoping that the person sitting would get down the next stop.
And he did exactly that!
How pleasing!
However, I was busy playing with Bejeweled on my Clie, and was a little slow in sitting down. Just as I turned my ass to face the seat, this fellow managed to squeeze pass me and sat on my seat.
I WAS FURIOUS. Its extremely rude.
I looked to see who the culprit is, and I saw it is this SP guy. Now, he is different as he is deformed. Not in a handicapped way though, he is just very short. Like a dwarf.
My first reaction was, "Oh no, how could I even think of snatching the seat from him... He is handicapped...". And I started to feel pretty guilty.
The fellow had two other SP classmates (males) with him, and they started to happily chat. They talked about normal school stuff at first, and then they started to talk loudly about crude topics, like sex. And its not even normal sexual stuff. They were discussing how ANIMALS HAVE SEX. Several MCP remarks were made, although I cannot remember what is it they said. My point is, the "handicapped" fellow is not a nice guy at all.
I thought about it. If he can talk about sex as if he fucks camels everyday, I dun see any reason why I should let him have my seat. He seems healthy enough. He is just short. I am short too you know. Its is very disgusting for a GUY to snatch a seat from a lady. Just because he looks bloody handicapped at first sight doesnt mean that he shld be entitled to a seat more than I did. I paid the same amount as he did, plus I am in heels, and he? In comfortable Nikes. I SHOULD SIT COZ THEORTICALLY THE SEAT IS MINE.
I had half a mind to ask him to fuck off from my seat, but I decided against it as I thought that just because he looks handicapped and I look like a slut, people would scold me for scolding someone disabled. I still strongly believe that there is absolutely nothing wrong with his feet, but Singaporeans might be too dumb to think that way. (Why, if his feet hurt, use a wheelchair. Else our government would be spending money on building all those lifts for nothing.)
Just as I finally managed to curb my anger a little. That fucking guy happily announced to his friends that he can sit all the way to tampines. Which means I will not get my seat back. Gosh, I'm so angry.
My point is this: I dun see why we should give in to these "different" people. In the example of the dwarf guy... I get people saying and teasing that I am short all the time. But I believe he doesn't get that kinda jokes, just because it is mean to say that to him. But think about it, can I help being short as much as he does? No. Both of us were just born this way, so why should he get the kindness?
In another example, there was once this advertisement on the mrt, which was drawn by kids with leukemia (or whatever it is supposed to be spelt as), to urge people to donate funds for a society. One of the drawings consisted of a girl wearing a dress, and on her almost bald head was just four strands of hair. The drawing was very bad. Its just plain lines, obviously done by kids who did not put in much efforts anyway.
I took a look at the poster, and lightly mentioned to June that I think that the girl in the drawing is very hideous.
She nodded slightly, and then proceeded to read the text.
And she got really upset and shrieked, "You very bad leh!! She is not ugly la!! She has leukemia thats why she got no hair!! You very bad, how can you say that about her?!"
What? I dun get it. Just because she has leukemia means I cannot say she ugly meh? Then say other people ugly its ok? I dun get the link between blood cancer and aesthetics. You are ugly means you are. I dun see why these people should get spared from the usage treatment people get.
If you saw a celebrity whom you don't like, you start to criticize his looks, ie saying his mouth is too big, nose too flat etc. You deny that he looks good and says that silly teenage girls who go ga-ga over him are crazy.
But what if you saw this same person, not a celebrity, across the streets one day? And you realise he is BLIND. And what do you say about him? Dare you comment anything about his looks?
Weird isn't it? Why can't you comment about his looks? Why just focus on the disability?
On the same basis, you bitch about people being damn stupid to your friends. What if the person has been changed to a kid with down-syndrome? Do you still comment that he is stupid? What the difference here? Are both not born stupid? Can they both help it that they are being dumb?
I say we treat them exactly like normal individuals except to give them an advantage at the areas they are handicapped at. It may seem mean, but thats me. I am mean. Urgh. I am still angry at getting my seat stolen.
Another issue I thought about.
After reading Anne Rice's horny novels, this theory suddenly hit me.
There is no such thing as sexuality. Attraction, is simply about aesthetics.
In other words, people as not attracted to (,if their are straight), the opposite sex simply because it is the opposite sex. People are attracted to beautiful objects. As long as you look beautiful, women and men would be attracted to you alike.
I think its is quite true. Imagine this situation.
Guys: Would you rather have the most beautiful (i say beautiful as in pleasing to the eye, not gay beautiful) man do a blow for you, or would you rather it be the ugliest woman on earth?
Girls: Would you rather kiss Jennifer Love Hewitt or kiss a bangala?
The answer is obvious. Sexuality is all about aesthetics, not gender. Inside, all of us are homosexuals. We might refuse to admit it, because society says we are abnormal if we are attracted to the same gender. I don't know about the way men feel, but I know most females definitely get aroused from watching porn with just females inside.
I think I am really turning bi. Men attract me more though, especially if their name is Jeremy.
p/s: I am still too lazy to get my comments link back, so please do email me if you have any opinions you would like me to know? I would reply if I can. =)
Blogger is behaving like a spoilt kid again, my comments links are all gone, and i'm too busy too repair them. Maybe tml. After work at New Park Hotel. Gosh, I would be so tired, but I will blog coz I got lotsa stuff to write about.
Meanwhile, I would like to say that I bought my sony Clie already, and the best thing about it is that it can have acrobat reader in it, which means I can like read ebooks on my palm! I downloaded Anne Rice's The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, an attempt of the famous vampire writer to write erotia.
AND ITS REALLY GOOD. Its sickeningly arousing. The story is a rather sick twist of the childhood tale "Sleeping beauty", and although the book started out as being totally sexual, you will realise that later on there are many other issues being discussed subtly (is that how to spell it?). Its wonderful what words can do that touch cannot. So please everyone, click on your kazaa link right now, and download the ebook, and have a tormented time reading it on your com for free. Except, make sure your mum ain't looking over your shoulder, or you wouldn't like the look on her face.
Meanwhile, I'm far too tired to blog. I will tml. =)
I love Jeremy.
I have just decided to blog again, because I realised that my group members did not disseminate much work for me. Tml. Tml I promise to contribute more to the project.
Anyway, today's topic is:
How to Look Like a Cute Jap Porn Star Without Plastic Surgery
What kinda girls do Singaporean guys like in bed?
We have some choices here.
1) Annabelle chong. Screaming her head off in a fake orgasm while hiding a yawn and drowning in sperm is no mean feat. We salute Annabelle Chong. The dirtier, the better.
2) Mo Jing Jing/ S.H.E. The more innocent, the more enticing. She screams and tears while guys tear off her pre-puberscent (spelling error here i think) half bra. Never mind the fact that she has never shaved her armpit hair or that her boobs are puny. Its ok. As long as she is a virgin, baby.
3) Pamela Anderson. The typical angmoh saboh with huge boobs and big hair. She screams the wrong name constantly and is too stupid to know that multiples are different from factors, but its ok; she is good in sex. Unfortunately most of these girls say they came at least 6 times. Thats a bit too much of a lie. What does she take the guy for, a showerhead?
4) Shimada Mamika. Who the hell is she, you ask. There. The typical jap cutie. Jap porn (not that I watched alot of them) usually has the girl tightly bound and being raped by a hairy old man with beer bellies. I believe that the screaming and look of terror is not faked. We wonder why male jap porn stars never look like Nakata or Aniki Jin (what about females watching the porn?!). The truth is out though. That hairy pot-bellied old man is the director. The female counterpart screams "E-yeah" (which i spelt wrong) which means "no", but she slowly starts to enjoy it (we see from the open mouth and closed eyes) but still screams 'no' anyway, just because.
Alright. The answer is out. Like James, most guys' fantasies revolve around the silly jap girls. We ladies detest their taste for such low class beings. Why don't men fantasize about shagging highly intelligent or successful (not as a model or something like that that doesn't require brains) girls? Because they want to feel SUPERIOR. They want to be the DOMINATOR, not the one succumbing. No. Thats why men like weak jap girls, perferably in rape.
Coming in second would be the shu nu type. Same as jap girls, except not so cute, but innocent all the same. Taiwan's Vivian Hsu would be a nice one.
So what do normal girls like us do? We fake. What you guys want, we can do it.
Now acting cute is disgusting. We girls hate girls who act cute. But men like it. Thats why they like Michelle Saram while we all hate her. (Come thurs, I would do a feature on her, and how to bowl guys over by acting shamelessly like Miss Saram.) So, the first step to take would be to curb the disgust. Remember, it is for the man you like. Also remember not to do this in front of a guy that you know well already. He would realise you are being phoney, but he would still shag you anyway, if thats ur motive.
2) Make up: Open your eyes BIG. Open it the biggest you can. Now, draw some eyeliner on it, and then curl your eyelashes. Hold the eyelasher curler there for 5 hours. Apply 1 full bottle of mascara on EACH EYE. Make sure that everybody thinks that you have the thickest and fullest eyelashes in the whole. Now curl the eyelashes for another 10 hours. Apply blusher and pink lip gloss. Yes, alot of preparation needs to be done.
3) Facial expression. This is easier. Raise your eyebrows high up. Force eyebags to come up below each eye so that you have that doe-eyed look that Michelle Saram gave to Zoe Tay when Zoe Tay slapped her yesterday. Tilt head downwards so that eyes appear bigger, and look submissive. Keep mouth downturned, and pout lower lip a little. You may smile, but do so weakly. Remember, you are a demure damsel in distress. You need PROTECTION from a REAL MAN. Be unhappy till you find him.
4) Clothes. Nothing revealing, nothing too vibrant. Just stick to whites and pastels. With Hello kitties somewhere.
5) Speech. Speak in a cute little voice with injections of "kawaii ne!" with every 3 sentences. Try to say the "e-yeah" word as well, because this would remind the guy of jap porn stars and he would be so allured. Also buy little jap thingys like Hello Kitty sweets or stuff like that.
6) Undergarments should be polka dots or little flowers, or even better, with prints of Hamtaro or Moshi Maro. I personally prefer MOJOJOJO! but it seems a little.. wrong.
Thats it.
I did a sample for you guys. Now girls, this is just A SAMPLE. Do not send emails to me saying how disgusting it is, coz believe me, I KNOW.
Here is the original jap look.
Here is the faked one, with photoediting done.
It is very difficult to achieve the look. June and Clara took around 7 or 8 pictures, and only 1 turned out with that "look". Tough.
Anyway, today I saw something in SP's Foodcourt 6 which made me lose all my appetite, so I thought I would make you guys suffer as well.
Yikes. Doesnt she feel cold around the crack? Gosh, she think what, show cleavage ah. Or-bi-good kanna take picture and shown to the world.
Ok nuff said tonight. Got work to do.
Nights everyone! =)
Tml is my deathday. I am so dead. Two projects, one by tml, and one by thurs.
Meanwhile, I did not go for an exam, and I need an mc for the retest, and I did not see an doctor. So, I decided to liquid away the dates of a former mc, and photostat it with correct dates, but i dun think the school would accept that. If they suspect something, they might call up jurong polyclinic, and I WILL HAVE MY ASS SUED OFF.
My brother is having his streaming exam (maths) tml, and he does not even know the difference between multiples and factors.
I am so SCREWED.
Plus I dun even have a bf I can complain to. Suddenly there ain't any guys in my life. I may as well be staying in venus. I hate everything. Bleah!
No blogging tonight. Except for this miserable paragraph.
Every so often you hear people whining about how they feel have having a total change of image. Or maybe not people in general, maybe just June. I assume everyone would have a friend who is like June.
June went through drastic changes in her poly years, from Ah lianish, to glamourous (with permed long hair, make-up and flamboyant clothes), to act jap (Big tees and sneakers with short cropped orange hair), and now, since her eyes are beginning to reject the contact lenses (just like Jeremy rejects me, tears result), she is keeping the "I-may-look-nerd-but-I-am-superior-because-I-am-smarter" look with the specs she has on.
As for me, I have been floating around bimbo and more bimbo, because:
1) I like shiny things. Diamantes. Silver. Gold. Diamonds. Gimme more.
2) I like pink (alot. I cant help it, dun blame me.)
3) I like ribbons and stupid lacy stuff
4) I have to wear heels because I am so bloody short.
5) I have a stupid perky butt.
Finally, I have decided on the image to have. In fact, I have decided for some time already.
I shall look rich.
From now on, when I try on clothes, I wouldn't bother to ask, "Do I look nice in this?". Instead, I ask, "Do I look like a million bucks?". When I do my hair and the stylist asks if I want punk, or normal, or pretty, I say, "I wanna look like I paid you 300 dollars to do my hair."
I want people to ask my friends, "Hey your that short friend very rich issit?". I want people saying that I am of a higher breed (not that I am not!), and the norm.
Difficult to achieve, but I will try.
Let we explain the different types of rich looks one can have.
1) Typical Taitai
The typical taitai look everyone knows. A silly withered old lady with tons of make-up and many diamonds and a poodle who is clad in LV (Why, LV is only good enough for her dog, my dears.)
Forget the typical taitai look. I am too young for that.
2) The ACJC kid.
I ripped this pic off my friend's class website. Anyway, the girl looks ok-rich, but the guy. Ha! He looks like his daddy owns 5 fish farms or something weird like that that you can monopolise. I hope they don't ever see my page.
Anyway, the typically JC-my-daddy-is-fucking-loaded teenager would be a christian (with a tiny silver chain with a cross to tell everyone.) walking around loudly with a bunch of friends from school, hanging out in macdonalds with textbooks, has orange socks/bags, has a mountain climbing thingy that is uselessly hanging on their orange bags (sometimes it could be hanging a baby sports shoe), and weirdly all seem to own 7250s with Singtel lines. They would also have braces and would never let their socks exceed 5mm, and they dun shave their leg hairs, and they all have this tanned sporty look coz they swim everyday in their own swimming pool, coz if they don't the stupid water gets wasted, never mind the fact that africans dun have water to drink.
Forget the ACJC kid look too. I dun own anything orange, I dun even know what the metal mountain climbing thing is called, my friends are outta JC already, I do not own sucky nokia phones with only 4096 colour. And I shave.
3) The Slut
The slut would typically be in big hair and big clothes, lotsa make-up, curls and the norm, you can imagine. She looks rich alright, with her multitude of diamonds and little LV bag, and perhaps a little poodles as well. In other words, she is the younger version of the taitai. The porsche she is driving? Belongs to her boyfriend, who possibly has a few kids who are in ACJC.
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I know what you people are thinking.
BUT NO!!!!!!!
I don't wanna look like a kept woman (which I think I do)!!
But neither can I achieve the family-rich look. How? I would thus try my best to look like I got rich on my own, by doing it the amataur way, drowning myself in expensive stuff. The conclusion on how I got rich would be up to people to judge.
To further complete the image, I bought a Gucci cap today.
Here it is:
I know thats not a Gucci cap. Thats a corrupted doll. It is rich from bribes. It smokes marlboro at a young age, and it uses an 8910 to talk business. You may say that the 8910 looks too big for it, but Paw (his name) doesn't give a big f*** about what u say, bro! It rocks!
-_-
Ok I digressed.
Here it is:
Nice? Its authentic, from a shop near City Hall, and it is only $60 coz its imported direct from Milan. I LIKE.
And it matches my Gucci bag!
Wahahhaha...
I also bought diamond gold earrings. Fake la of course.
Speaking of fake branded stuff, I am reminded of something that my friend commented on yesterday. I was just showing her my latest fake acquisition....
A Mont Blanc pen I bought for 10 bucks from the Pasar Malam at Jurong East. I did my homework and went to Mont Blanc's boutique to see which model is really existent before I made my choice at the pasar malam. It is 100% alike, and the original costs $700 plus.
I am personally very happy with my purchase. But instead of the usual "Wow, nice pen ah" comment I get, she gave me a disgusted look and claimed that she would rather get something without brand than something which is fake.
I know alot of people think that way, but I beg to differ, with two very good reasons.
1) My replicas are still more expensive that your no-brand stuff. Yes, my LV is fake, but its not cheapo. There is nothing embarrassing about the price. Its a hefty $150 bucks. Are any of your no-brand bags that price?
2) My replicas may not be authentically sewn by people in Paris, but at least they are designed by world famous designers. And they are nice. I pay a fraction of the price because I pay for the design, and not the materials, workmanship, or branding.
Yup. But the stupid image has one scary point, besides looking too stuck-up. I might get robbed, with good reasons too. Heres what you would get on an average day:
1) 
Its a gift from daddy. Daddy is not rich, but daddy is an antique seller. He bought the watch 10 years or so ago, and he wants to keep it till it is mouldy so that he can sell it as an exquisite antique which is not in production anymore. Meanwhile while the watch matures, I get to wear it. Wonderful.
Cost price: $2000. Resale value: $1100.
2) 
I would be getting my clie on Tuesday! I bought it at $450 on yahoo auctions, but its selling at $599 at stores. Wonderful again. Now more blogging for you people coz it is easier to type with the keyboard. Am I nice, or what?
Cost price: $450. Resale value: $450.
3) 
Present from mum. Dad gave it to her. I like it!
Cost price: $400. Resale value: $300.
4) 
A Samsung T500.
Cost price: $468. Resale value: $580.
5) 
A nokia 8910.
Cost price: $430. Resale value: $450. I bought it cheap.
6) Sony Cybershot U20, in Rose, pic above in the scrolling marquee.
Cost price: $420. Resale value: $380.
6) Nomad Mp3 player, 128mb.
Embarrassing to put picture coz its full of scratches. Its pink.
Cost price: $150. Resale value: $70
7) 
Levis 593, although I think robbers wun be so cruel as to rob me of clothes.
Cost price: $99.50. Resale value: $60
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Miscellaneous fake branded stuff the robber can also get. It is even better for him, because when people ask him whether the thing is authentic, he can answer that he doesn't know, he thinks it is real, because he robbed someone of it and on the same robbee he managed to get a rolex.
8) 
LV cherry blossom limited edition pink papillon bag.
Cost price: $150. Looks like: $1,699 if it is held by Zoe Tay, $150 if it is held by me (I'm honest about buying fakes), $0 if it was held by ah lians/minahs. It is not that they reduce the value to zero. It is just that they stole it.
9) 
Prada hp pouch.
Cost price: $10. Looks like: $289 if an 8910 is inside, $8.50 if a 3310 is inside.
10) Gucci bag, pic as shown above.
Cost price: $37, freaking cheap. Looks like: $1,299 if an Mont Blanc pen is clipped in it, $49.90 if slung on a bangala. Don't laugh. I saw an old uncle wear a cheong Gucci hat. And I mean old, like 70 years old. The worst thing is, the hat is NICE. June and I wanted to ask him where he got it, but we were afraid he would hit us with his walking stick.
11) Mont Blanc Pen, pic as shown above
Cost price: $10. Looks like: $729 if I used it while sipping champagne in the yacht, $15 if I used it to draw graffiti in school (look, at least i earned $5 for its face value).
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Calculate yourself if u want I guess... But nobody would do it coz everyone thinks I am a stupid rich stuck-up bitch. Awww.. Its just a silly image.
Yikes. I shall go sleep now. What a ridiculously long blog entry.
