HAPPY LAH!

I tell you all hor, I'm doing this project thingy which is an idea from Turodrique, and it is doing very well!!

And and and! It's all of you readers' credit! That's why, I love love love you all!

I am so happy, I'm gonna be nice to everyone. I will love the prataman again and eat his lukewarm prata!!!!!!!!

*smiles contentedly*

I am so happy I shall go edit all the vegas photos now and edit until chio chio!!!!!!!

Off I go!

Love you all! *takes all the blogders by surprise and kiss them all on the cheeks*

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Will never eat prata again

Chao turtle!

I am just blogging this to complain a bit before Russell and his gang of friends come over to interview me.

Speaking of student interviews, can you all students STOP asking me for an interview? In Russell's case it is his birthday present, but for all other poly/uni students it is a big no!

Don't blame me hor, blame this stupid NP student. Once upon a time I used to accept student interviews although they are always more trouble than it's worth: Ie no publicity + time taken.

But this student was DAMN bad can? Firstly, students already always tell me they want to interview me, please please xiaxue please help BECAUSE the school wants them to interview a famous person and please lor, the school thinks that every 17 year old knows a famous person is it? SIAO.

When I was 17 the only famous person I know is... Nobody! Don't even know anyone famous!

So anyway these students always come to me coz my email is conveniently there! KNN. I don't want to be a conveniently available famous person can?!

Anyway back to the student. She sent me a few email questions and told me to answer them.

I did according.

After that she said that my answers were too short, and told me to rewrite all my answers again!

In the first place her questions mostly yes no questions, so what you want me to say? OBVIOUSLY I ANSWER ONE WORD YES OR NO RIGHT??!

Then must ownself elaborate still never mind. After I reanswered her questions slavelike, she said they are ok now, and would I please go take a photo of myself beside my computer and pass it to her.

WAH SHE THINK I SO FREE CAN GO PUT MAKE UP, TAKE PHOTO, THEN UPLOAD IT AND PASS TO HER AH??

FUCK YOUR ASS OK YOU THINK I AM UR SERVANT IS IT??!

I told her to go screw herself and that it is her who is supposed to do the project, NOT ME!!

So from that moment onwards I decided, to be fair to everyone else, I will not agree to do anymore student projects since they all only waste my time.

Back to the prata!

ANGRY ANGRY!!!!

I've been staying at home a lot so I have forgotten how it feels like to be angered by salesmen!

You know how Thomson has this famous crispy prata place, and beside it is this famous bak chor mee place?

Yesterday I was there with Qihua, Zapzap and kit, and the boys wanted to see meatballs, so they all sat at bak chor mee coffeeshop.

I wanted a prata so I went to the prata shop.

I told the prata man (who is naturally Indian) that I wanted a kosong takeaway to eat next door.

From a pile of pratas in front of him, he took one out for me, and wanted to pack it up.

I smiled at him, acted cute a bit, and said I wanted a freshly cooked one, can?

He said all are freshly cooked and presented the prata for me to touch.

It was barely lukewarm!

He smiled and said ok, he will get me a freshly cooked one then.

At this point the chef was whipping up more pratas, and he finally cooked 4 kosongs and gave it to the guy who served me.

THAT IDIOT put the fresh pratas on plates and served other people! Now remember just moments ago he tried to give me the lukewarm ones, which were mountained on the table, waiting to be served.

Lo and Behold! The people served the fresh pratas were fellow Indians!

Now after he served these people, he came back, and WHEN I WAS STILL STANDING THERE LOOKING AT HIM, TOOK ONE LUKEWARM PRATA AND TRIED TO GIVE IT TO ME AGAIN!

SMILING! LIKE I WAS AN IDIOT!

I was so pissed I said forget it, I don't want it anymore, and turned to walk away.

3 servers saw me turn and told me to wait just a while more, so I waited...

Presently came another 4 fresh prata kosongs, and guess what? SERVED TO OTHER INDIAN PEOPLE!

LIKE THAT I HOW??

They attempted to serve me ANOTHER lukewarm prata!!!!!! THREE TIMES OK! 3 lukewarm pratas that I SAID I DONT WANT!

Fucking racist muthafuckers!!!!

I HAD ENOUGH HOR!

Why Chinese people cannot eat prata is it? Lukewarm pile for Chinese ah?!

From now on I shall boycott prata. I die also I eat Chow Mein everyday. Fuck pratamen.

I bet they all just acting stupid and all laughed at me when I left looking so pissed. If that's what it is, then they must all have superb acting skills man, they looked so confused and one idiot was still smiling at me.

p/s: I'm just talking about these 4 pratamen, so no offence to the rest of the Indians reading this, even if your father sells prata. Unless he sells crispy prata at Thomson...

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Singaporeans are FOS

First, to make up for my forced limitation of vulgarities, let me scold a few: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!

Apparently some CBs (yes I am talking about you, u fucking assholes) have been writing in to ST's forums to complain about the use of vulgarities on my starblog.

I understand that it has been marketed as a G-rated site and thus some kids might read it.

(seriously, what are kids doing on the net? Shouldn't they be playing with marbles? They have no business online! Some 13 year old or something boy I saw that day announced he betted $200 on Germany. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? What are parents doing, sleeping?)

I even understand that old people whom, for the rest of their lives have not gone online and have been persuaded by ST to do their virgin try on Stomp, might be shocked beyond words by the liberal use of the word "FUCK" and might go into old people spasms.

I tried very hard to understand, I did.

I tried to use other words to replace fuck, but the sentence "They even look like they are mentally copulating you!" just doesn't sound nice at all.

BUT "BASTARD"?

FOR GOODNESS SAKE! People complained about the use of the word bastard in the latest entry!

This reminds me of my ex-Christian maid who was so pious she thought the word "stupid" was a vulgar word and told me severely that God would punish me.

She's super stupid.

Why are Singaporeans such asses? SERIOUSLY? We are anal BEYOND WORDS.

May I ask, what's the whole point of reading stuff online?

IT IS BECAUSE STUFF ONLINE ARE NOT CENSORED!

If you fucking want to read prim and proper English about PC stuff, read the damn newspapers and read a damn children's book!

If you want ST to censor this and censor that, then for goodness sake la, ask them to cancel Stomp altogether. It's supposed to be a youthful, trendy site - not a site for grandpas.

Assfucking readers.

"BASTARD"! I can understand "fuck" is vulgar, but what's wrong with "bastard"? Moreover, the sentence I used was "All lawyers are bastards (except wong)" - which is more than valid.

In fact, I heard some lawyer complained that it is DEFAMATORY!

To this I laugh my heart out: HAHAHAHA!

Now not only is he a bastard, he is also a petty bastard!

Idiot. He must have a small penis.

Forgive me, I'm usually quite polite. Surely if it's you you will be pissed too?

Go on, complain some more if you wanna. Go read the other PC blogs if you want to. It's your loss - I'm a fine read.

God, sometimes I REALLY hate Singaporeans. Full of these conservative narrow-minded, yes, BASTARDS.

Enough anger.

Pictures. Last few days of LA

Fat people food!

Springy sponge cake with sugar-filled cream inside! Delicious

Me!

And we go to Sizzler!

Cheaper than in Singapore.


Creamy clam chowder


Mike is stealing my bread!


My steak!

Cutely enough, American butter is white, and is of a whipped quality! It's foaming and not just creamy like ours. Melts very easily, and is super soft! I love it.

We arrive at Melrose, which is a famous shopping district!


I like all the graffiti, makes the street vibrant.


ALDO LIQUIDATION! Everything 50% and less!

I didn't buy anything though, nothing I like of my size.


There are Smoke shops around.


And they sell bongs and other things for smoking weed!
Out in the open like that!


Very artistic graffiti!


Shoes!

I love American shoes so much!

Unlike STUPID SINGAPORE SHOES where only brands like Charles and Keith exist, and consist of only 1 type of boring shoe (flattish kitten heels - boring and UGLY), American shoes are varied in design and way bolder.

Look how high they are! I like. :D

Famous Pink's hotdogs!


Look at the adorable dustbin!


Nothing much leh, I don't really like the hotdog bun.


In walmart with a pack of chips! Hahaha look how big it is!


Drove past Knott's Berry farm and got freaked out by the scary roller coaster!


Venice beach!

Supposed to be bustling with life and very full of bikini babes ala Baywatch, but look...

It was rainy and almost completely empty! We could have had sex on the beach! Or did we? *mysterious smile*

Looking awful without make up. I planned to sun tan!


Pointing proudly at the Pacific Ocean.

Was so cold! I ran it, dipped my toe in, and quickly ran off.


Pretty flowers!


And we go to Rodeo Drive!

I kept singing the Pretty woman song to myself as we walked. :D


Guess! One of my favourite brands!


Bought a $150 watch there. Chio!


Very expensive cars cruising along... (this is a Bentley).

And look what we found!

Eww Scientology celebrity centre! We tried to go in but was stopped at the gates by one crazy Scientologist. HAHA!

Krispy Kreme donuts! Super super yummy

And look at the selection!


Will make you go crazy


What we bought!

From left, row by row: Classic sugar-glazed, strawberry and creme, chocolate creme-filled, Chocolate top custard inside, culler, rainbow sprinkles, maple (I love this), cheesecake, sugar-top custard-filled.

Mike ate all the custard-filled ones!!! *sobs*

And lastly, en-route to Las Vegas,

Very famous In-and-Out Burger!

They mean it when they say in and out - you don't have anything there to eat except your burger and some fries. There's a grand total of 3 types of burger, cheeseburger, hamburger, and double cheese double beef - in which the latter is obviously the favourite of the masses.

I have no idea how they survive, it's not even very nice.

It tastes exactly how it looks like in the pic.

I'm super tired, so good night!

I must say, I love my blog readers a lot more than Stomp's readers. You guys are great, most of you! :) Tata!

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Call me princess

Wahahhaha! I cannot take it! Was just chatting with Kenny Sia on MSN, and he told me he just found Jolin Tsai's blog.

It's fucking funny! Kenny told me to read it, but apparently my eyes don't take too well to small Chinese fonts. But I did see the sidebar... It says, "Princess files" when translated literally.

Which led to this MSN chat:

I must become rich! says:
my blog more princessy or hers

Kenny le Sia says:
hers.

I must become rich! says:
OEI!
how dare u!

Kenny le Sia says:
she even calls her mom 'huang hou'
do you call ur mom 'huang hou'
NO
you call ur mom 'momo'
so she's more princessy than you

I must become rich! says:
i shall call my mom huang hou from now on

Kenny le Sia says:
HAHA
and ur bro 'gong zi'
and cloudy 'tai jian'

I must become rich! says:
shite i dont wanna call smelly gong zi whahahahha

Kenny le Sia says:
have to!
he's ur bro
a prince

I must become rich! says:
he is smelly prince then

Kenny le Sia says:
'chou gong zi'

I must become rich! says:
lollllllllll

Hahahaha! I remember like 2 years ago, I had this interview with Jolin when I was a reporter (lucky internship) for Today newspaper.

She, sitting on a stage, related a story to disinterested (only I was excited... the rest of the reporters were all old) reporters about how she thinks she is a princess.

NO. I am serious. She's not even just jesting about it.

The reason why she thinks she is a princess is because she went to a fortune teller, and the fortune teller told her that in her last life she was an Indian princess.

And she thought about it, and decided that since this life of hers is pretty good as well - you know, all the pretty nails, glamour, adoring fans, and non-stop working hours - she must still be a princess in this life too.

I looked incredulously at her, but she might have thought it to be adoration on my part.

What if she goes to a second fortune teller and the fortune teller tells her she used to be a banjo player in Laos in her past life?

I think she might throw a big fit and have him beheaded. At least, that's what I think princesses do....

Come a few years, and she still thinks she is a princess!! Whahaha... I know it's nice to pretend to be a princess and dress like one, but seriously BELIEVING that you are one is another thing altogether.

The funniest thing is, everyone else on her blog seems to have no problems with her self-proclamation as a princess!

THEY CALL HER PRINCESS!

I dunno, I'm just guessing, coz I can't be half-assed enough to read the comments.

I WANNA BE A PRINCESS TOO!

As such, I just visited a fortune teller yesterday, and he told me sagely that I used to be a Norwegian princess my last life. (!)

I had blonde hair that rippled to my waist, and had startlingly cold green eyes. They clashed terribly with my favourite colour then, which was orange, he said.

I asked a little bit more about my past life while smiling self-satisfiedly (I was a princess!), and the fortune teller said "Heavenly secrets are not to be divulged" but added I had a pet Norwegian dragon.


He clashes with my orange dresses too...

It breathes fire.

I would ride him while the masses admired my magnificant sight from far below, and I was the only princess controversial enough to wear an empire-cut dress while riding. All the other princesses wore pants.

My lovely pet was called Grogzjo, Norwegian for Ferocious Flyer.

I believe the fortune teller because the controversial part matches my current life's fate as a controversial blogger, and also, I have a pet dog, and we all know dogs are current day dragons.

To further prove my point, Cloudy just hurled a pile of orangish-red vomit. It's like the fire he used to breathe.

It is now confirmed that I have royal blood in me, so I am offically announcing that I am a princess.

As such, you all shall have to kneel down to read my blog, and from this moment on, certain people related to me shall have their names changed.

Please refrain from addressing them in their old names. It's a thing of the past now.

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Me: Princess Wendy, Her Imperial Highness

Momo: The Queen, Her Majesty

Smelly: Crown prince (yelch, but by virtue of relations... sigh)

Cloudy: Grogzjo the II

Mike (knighted and made to dress in shining armour, all while wielding a sharpish weapon on a white horse): Lord Marquet the III (My Norweigian love then (French guy, red-headed)was called Marquet but he had a son from his first marriage named after him, thus III)

Wong: Court jester

Kelvin (made prime minister): Premier Wee

Shuyin (made duchess): Lady Teo IX of ... I haven't decided that country I am princess of.

Other people not mentioned who are friends of mine are to be called "his/her highness" at all times.

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This is a royal blog now!

Pictures in a bit... I'm packing my room. I need a few chamber maids. What a hardworking princess I am!

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Gah

Updated on Stomp... Go read those instead!

Comments still disallowed.

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:D

I just threw a durian seed out of the window!

I've been throwing lychee and durian seeds out. Hope that they will all grow into tall, sturdy, fruit-bearing trees in a couple of years! :D

Pretty trees. :D

Today I saw a girl on the bus, and she was with her boyfriend.

She has her hair tied up in a half ponytail, and god, instead of lying flat like the classic half ponytail, it was high up in the air - resulting in the tail's body being 1 inch away from her scalp.

It's awful. =(

(Mid year resolution: Cease commenting on people's bad looks. Remember what Jorraine always says, "OH YOU DIE! Karma comes in KGs!!!!!!!!" - with a deadly ringing silence from everyone listening)

Needless to say the couple wasn't very good looking.

And so, while on the bus ride I came up with a very good theory.

My theory is that it is a blessing to be ugly.

So ponytail girl had her boyfriend, which was around her standard of looks, say, 3/10.

So actual looks, 3/10.

Self-esteemed looks? Must be around 3/10 too, since she deems herself worthy to be with someone around that kinda marks.

Now, love is funny game, isn't it?

In life, we are constantly trying to find the partner which has the maximum amount of marks to be with us. Don't gimme that bullshit about communication and deeper understanding and all that. That's rare and weird.

Nature makes us breed with the healthiest we can find, and "health" is often connotated by looks.

So in this case, a person around 4/10 in eligibility will possibly wanna get someone 5, or maybe even 6 if possible, but if not, he will settle for his own standard, which is 4/10.

Similarly, the 6/10 which the previous 4/10 tried to pursue (but failed) will try to get someone 7/10, but most likely will fail and finally settle for someone 6/10 like herself.

(Theory is only general - there are obviously rare cases of exception where, say, a handsome man (8/10) is with an ugly girl. Handsome man might, for example, have only one testicle and feel he should compensate for something, thus giving himself only 3/10 - which is why he is with said ugly girl.)

The reason why I say being ugly is good...

Now, I presume everyone's final motive in getting into a relationship is to continue life - ie by getting married, giving birth, and hopefully have a happy family.

For that, we mostly need an amazing formula called faithfulness.

If a fugly couple, ie, 2/10 both, are together, the chances of them scoring 3/10s are low, because as explained earlier, the 3/10s would try to settle on 4/10s.

They might score other 2/10s, but why bother? All are so ugly anyway.

Now we look at a good looking couple: both 8/10.

People 7/10 and 6/10 are constantly trying to hit on them, and well, why not fuck the 7.5/10 - he is not bad looking anyway.

So there you go. That's why celebrity couples are always cheating.

And that's why fugly couples stay together. Until they are so repulsed by each other's ugliness... well there is nothing much they can do.

I know you can frown and quizzically ask me, "So in this case, why don't good-looking people who want faithfulness force themselves to be with 2/10s and be happy?"

Oh no no no it doesn't work that way.

1) They will be very unhappy to be a person who is way uglier than they can achieve, so the happiness from the faithfulness will be cancelled off.

2) The poor 2/10 will go crazy from the competition and criticism.


I know. It's a brilliant theory.

(I am not adding in the factors of how sad the 2/10s are in secondary school where they are teased to death for looking like cows. They will later realise it is a good thing.)

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There used to be a time where I could write these whimsical thoughts of mine in my blog without people instantly smashing them to bits with their sarcastic remarks.

Save it.

Comments are disallowed until I feel like I got my blogging bug back - all happy, shiny, and confident again.

And also, just coz you are one of the 20,000 people reading this blog and thus letting me be a professional blogger does NOT give you the rights to demand anything from me.

I get money out of this not through YOU surely, but through my own hard work.

It may not be very hard work nowadays, but I make the effort to photoshop for hours, I make the effort to negotiate and source for advertisers.

You do nothing. You just read and entertain yourself on interesting material you want to read anyway. What's your credit?

I am thankful to my faithful readers who are always encouraging me, but if you are one of those who thinks you are a big deal enough for you to say "You are a professional blogger, you should blog for us when I ask you to!", think again.

You are extremely wrong.

Fuck off and boycott me if you want to. If it gets bad, I'll just work harder, blog more, and get more readers.

By then I'm sure you will come back to read grudgingly, now finally understanding you are nobody to lecture me.

You just enjoy a new entry like a pleasant surprise if there is one, but if there isn't, you smile benignly, and say, "Well, I suppose I could come back in 2 days to check again!"

Congratulations, you have finally grown up.

(Apologies to the nice regular readers. Some of the teenage fuckers really piss me off with their snotty attitudes)

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I am a star blogger!

ST has been giving their new million dollar project, Stomp.com.sg, a lot of publicity recently, and to my tui-ness, I realised I missed a chance of being on the front page coz I was on a damn airplane.

Super suay right? If it were just one day later, I would have been lazing casually on that Astral or whatever car they are giving away too, trying my best to act as if I am a mei nu.

BUT NO! Had to be flying back.

I didn't see ANY Singaporeans at all during my trip in US, and when I made my way back I kinda had a startling relevation about how ugly Singaporeans are.

It is true! I landed in Tokyo and somehow, the plane wasn't taxied where it was supposed to, and the passengers had to all take a bus to go to the arrival hall's entrance.

Then when I was on the bus, people were all minding their own business, and talking to their friends, when this loud person started making conversation in a very embarrassing way to some other stranger who has the misfortune to sit on the same plane and bus as him.

You know how when some funny person strikes up a conversation with you just coz he is very lonely and needs some attention, and it is always loud enough for everyone to listen in, while you try to make the conversation as short as possible?

Yes, that kind.

So this loud guy, the exact sort we all dread to have sit beside us in a plane, started talking to this Filipino lady, asking her if she had a direct flight from Tokyo to Philippines (whatever, I can never spell this), and etc small talk.

He was SO loud, the whole bus was pretending not to eavesdrop while eavesdropping.

The lady answered him, and he started asking her about Philippines, and I started to think about how I hate such people, when he chirped loudly and suddenly:

"I AM FROM SINGAPORE!"

Nobody even asked him where he is from.

I turned around sharply to look at him, and indeed... A typical Singaporean uncle speaking in broken English.

It then struck me how ugly Singaporeans are.

And god, he was ugly.

He was around 45, wearing his terrible spectacles from the 70s (gold wire-rimmed, oddly magnified his eyes a thousand times), was scrawny, had awfully nondescript but ugly features, wore clothes from the 70s (high-waisted pants with thin, translucent shirt), and had a remarkable 2/3 of his hair missing, resulting in a Trump-worthy combover.

Nobody would have batted an eyelash seeing this ugliness in Singapore, mostly because it is very common for Singaporean uncles to look like this, but in that bus, where travellers are mostly from LA or Tokyo, he stood out particularly badly.

Even if these travellers weren't good looking, at least they didn't wear clothes that are mass produced in China for the mega-thrifty. Even though angmohs may be terribly fat, at least they manage just not to look so... low class.

I bowed my head in shame hearing his sentence, wishing and wishing he didn't really say that, for now all the flight passengers, if they haven't seen a Singaporean yet, would presume that all Singaporeans looked like that.

AND THEY DON'T! Except uncles of his age!

I wanted to shout, "Look at me, I am Singaporean too and I am dressed nicely!" but at that point of time I was holding on to Mike's pillow which I brought back to hug(a big, out-of-shape, brown-stripey-covers affair), so I thought, well, better not, else people would think Singaporeans are not only ugly but also quite mad.

And tadah, when I touched down I am greeted by people who are all dressed in sloppy tees and shorts, and something I am not really accustomed to in US: zits.

Why are Singaporeans always so oily looking? I suppose we can't do much about our humidity, but BLOT, people, BLOT!

Not to say there aren't good looking people in Singapore of course, like a trip to Zouk on Saturday would possibly have the average traveller say "Singaporean girls are hot!" but well, sad to say our older, heartlandish generation is really quite ugly.

Oh well, better than China people... Even the teens have truly bad fashion sense. At least our youths look pretty good.

Wish Singaporeans can bother to dress up a little bit more.

Oops, what a long digression!

Back to Stomp!

Here are some of the pictures I took during our photoshoot:

Photoshoots are so fun!

There were many clothes in 4 different clothes: Black, white, blue and red.

I liked the white the most, coz it consists of many cream coloured vintage-looking corsets (ooh!), but in the end black was chosen for everyone.

The reason? If the boys wore white they will look like PAP. Knn.

MTV twins May and Choy. Before I met them I heard they were rather unfriendly, but I think they are very nice!

It was right before I went to the US, so the twins actually bothered to write out a list of places to visit for me. Sweet!

I also like them because they changed braless in the changing room. Hehehe *lecherous smile*

My Aldo shoes totally doesn't match the outfit...

I hate skinny people. Damn, I'm so hard to please, I hate it when people are ugly, and I also hate it when people are too good looking.

I know. Kinda unlikable. I'm an acquired taste.

Now, if you excuse me I think I will have to update the stomp blog, like I promised a gazillion years ago.

Think they might fire me.

Post-note: Yadda yadda I am shortest and ugliest amongst the girls blah blah blah can't you detractors do better than stating the obvious?

I am the shortest - and that's pretty undeniable and also something I can't help, so what else is new?

I know you are trying to get me to feel upset, but it's not working, because I understand that there will always be better looking people, and these precise people get to become VJs and erm, whatever else they will soon become.

When you guys tell me I am ugliest and shortest among the girls, this is what I feel: I feel like how a tortoise would feel if you told him he is the slowest among a bunch of hares.

Ie, nothing. I only frown and say, "Erm, so?"

I am not placed beside these girls because I am supposed to be good-looking like them.

I am placed there coz I am great at blogging, and I doubt they are as good as I am - just like I will never be as gorgeous as they are (unless I get loads of surgery and dieting done).

Also, please don't embarrass your-ignorant-self by saying things like "your posing sucks as compared to them".

My pose is set by the photographer, and so are the rest of the girls'. How difficult is it to maintain not moving after someone tilts your arm to the precise angle he wants it?

The reason why my individual photo looks funny is because it is taken by someone else other than me (who obviously can't take the photo as I am the subject), and she is standing up - vs newspaper's photographer squatting.

MY SHOES DON'T FUCKING MATCH (and, if you look closely, neither do the MTV girls') because I happened to wear them that day with no prior knowledge that my clothes are gonna be black.

It is not a matter of my bad taste - but why I am bothering to explain such simple logic to mediocre idiots who will never get to do a photoshoot and yet open their fat mouths to judge?

Right, as I was saying, I really don't care whether you guys think I am good looking.

Why do people wanna be good looking? To get attention, and to get the perfect person attracted.

I get loads of attention as it is, and my one person already thinks I am very good looking, so all I need to do is to maintain HIS opinion. (Not yours, your unworthy fucker)

If you wanna hurt me, I suggest you hunt Mike down and try to convince him I am ugly. That's tough considering you only know he is in Texas - which is 695,622 km², a whooping 995 times the size of measly Singapore.

Asswipes. I am ugly? Fuck you, I bet you are fucking uglier yourself.

So I have Dawn and the MTV twins above me? You probably have around 80% of the world's population looking better than you. If you don't believe me you can ask your mom - who is also your aunt.

All the similar comments of you idiots shall be deleted. Fools seldom differ they say... indeed.

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