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I think I wrote too much in the past few entries. Can't imagine that one stupid story about Jonathon becomes 3 entries! Gosh. So I shall fill this entry with pictures. U groan and say that it will take a billions years for the page to load! AHA! But good things got to wait one mah. Just go play minesweeper a bit and when u come back, the page is magically filled with my words. Alternatively if u are one of those ppl who STILL dunno how the hell minesweeper works, u can go to Kazaa and download porn lor. Anyway, today's theme will be kinky. It is UNIFORMS. Ritz's I look hideous in that pic and I am afraid no amount of photoshop can save me. And I suspect XF and PY wun like me to publish their pics too. Thus that jap girl's head. Who is that jap gal, so pretty.....? Why, its me and my two twin sisters of course. And oh yeah dammit. I think I am really too much into banqueting. Notice I stood with that polite banquet pose! New Park hotel
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Lets start the blog entry with today's events first. Oh no this entry is gonna be super duper long again. Eddy the efficient engineer is no longer an engineer. He is an army boy all over again... Yup, reservist. I met up with him today for dinner with some of his army pals. Typically, I asked him whether his army friends are cute. Typically he said yes, very cute. U just can't expect a decent answer when u ask guys if their buddies are cute. They would surely say yes, and in the end turns out kannasai. U men shld stop deceiving us gals like that. It is very rude when we make a screwed up disgusted face when the said friend arrives. At least say "ok lar...", which is universal language for hideous, to let us have some preparations mah... I saw Eddy first, and I was like "Hmmmm... first time seeing him in non-office clothes... That thin white tee looks totally gorgeous with the muscles underneath it shouting out that they are well-trained for the prec
Alright enough about today. Lets talk about Jonathon. I found a love letter I once wrote to him. I think it sounds quite mushy so dun puke yeah? The princess felt warm lips softly touch her supple skin and a magical tingling feeling swept over her. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and let her senses recover from the long sleep. She felt strong hands on her own fragile ones, and when her pupils met his she immediately knew he was the one for her. Slipping a diamond ring onto her finger, the prince said huskily, "Marry me, my goddess.." She swallowed hard. Staring at the chiselled face and those deep set eyes, she could not bring herself to say the "Yes!" exploding in her heart but instead just nodded happily. NO! Wait... Wrong wrong wrong. Fairy tales cheat naive little girls into thinking those creatures from mars with the dangly thing are actually good-natured. Only from experience would they know these creatures are capable of deep cruelty(Raping, ditching
(story continued. Blogger sucks.) So why did Jonathon break up with me? I like to think that it is coz he is a weirdo. Alright, it happened like this. First, a little introduction. Jon is in tp. His project group members consist of guys and 2 malay girls. Gillian (actually I think I forgot the name) is an IRC friend of his, who is attached herself, yet msgs Jonathon every single day. Her typical msg was like this: "I am having tuition now." WTF! I was with Jonathon the whole day so I know he did not ask her what she is doing. She is mad. I hate her! This kinda msg tell her bf lar, tell my bf for fuck! Jonathon claims he doesn't like Gillian, but Gillian once liked Jonathon before. They dun talk on the phone, and have known each other for ard a year, and met up 2 times before. That day Jonathon told me he was doing project with his group mates IN SCHOOL. SCHOOL LAB OPEN ON A SUNDAY! I actually was dense enough to believe that crap! Okie we can start n
(story continued. Blogger sucks.) Jonathon took over the phone and told me that he is actually with Gillian. I was crying like mad already at this point of time, so he volunteered to come to find me. He asked me to give him 2.5 hours. I told him from Orchard to CCK dun need two hours lor, he still wanna go watch movie with her izzit! He said he is sending her home. WTF! Still wanna send the slut home! Actually she is not a slut lar, but heck, I feel pissed with her stupidity. When Jonathon came finally, he came with gifts for me so I was relatively pacified. And then he had to spoil the moment by saying that the gifts are chosen by Gillian. Oh, so that successfully makes ME the unreasonable and horrible slut, since all they did while going out was to buy stuff for me, yet I made such a big fuss. And then Jonathon requested for me to allow him to meet Gillian, twice a month, alone. I didn't feel like agreeing, but it was an ultimatum from him. Agree, or a break up.
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Two days ago when I was working at Ritz (whats new?) there was this English dinner. After English dinners chocolate pralines are served on this nice looking glass dish. Absolutely heavenly looking chocolate pralines. I looked left. Looked right. No manager looking. Popped one white chocolate praline into my mouth. WHOOOOSH! Orgasms rushing in! Ah, the tongue is a very good muscle indeed. The smooth and sweet white chocolate exterior was crushed by my eager teeth to spill out itz insides, soft wet hazelnut. It was as good as it lasted. But is one orgasm enough??? I dun get them from men, so eating chocolates is my only solution! I want more! I need more! I looked left. Looked right. No manager still. I stole all the remaining pralines and stuffed them all into my pocket. Urgh! One pocket full liao. Never, put into another pocket. Aiyah, this pocket got my hps inside, dammit. Nvm lar, can still put 2 pralines. I happily gave some orgasm-inducing pralines to some colleagu
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Dammit, this is actually part of the previous blog but blogger claims it is too long to publish. I guess I am THAT longwinded. So this part is about Harry Potter anyway. For the ignorant/I dunch-read-what-everyone-else-is-reading people who dun know, The Order of The Phoenix comes in 2 different versions, the adults and kids version. The picture is what u get when u remove the paper cover from the adults version. Someone actually asked why I carry a bible around. I told her that J K Rowlings might write pretty well, but she is no god. That girl apparently had no idea who J K Rowlings was so she switched the topic, still convinced in her head that I am a loyal christian. Someone asked me why I bought the adults version instead of the kids one, coz the kid's cover looks far more vibrant. In fact, if u looked carefully, the silly yellow phoenix is actually smiling. How ridiculous! A smiling phoenix! When ppl ask me why I choose the adult's version I always say th
On Sunday, June 22, 2003, I wrote: For 3 days of the 6 days we are working, we have to wake up at 6 am coz some rich company is hosting a 3 day conference at Ritz for itz employees. Breakfast everyday. On Thursday, June 19, 2003, I wrote: So Pantene, Vidal Sassoon, H & S, Ascend and Rejoice all have a fair share of the market for their different target audience? Yeah right. They all belong to this disgustingly big company called Procter and Gamble. P & G. I know coz I once worked for them as a shampoo promoter. The building is so disgustingly big, and they are earning so much, that they can afford big plush cushions everywhere and a few playstations laying around for its employees to relax. Relax of course... Money is rolling in, why bother? P & G not only semi-monopolises the shampoo market. Whisper and Pringles belong to them too. Among other household items. Today, June 26, 2003, I am very very tired coz of the stupid functions going on at the Ritz. I was wr
I am too tired to blog. I only slept 2 hours yesterday! In fact, I met up with Bernard for dinner and when he sent me home on his bike, I actually fell asleep and dropped to the side, causing the bike to lean to the side as well. Very dangerous indeed. I think I would have killed both of us. He got very anxious and kept scolding me. Tml I will write about what everyone else is writing about. Harry potter of course. I actually bought the book okie! Alright nights everyone. Gosh I am so so so tired. Muacks to everyone who is nice!
Theres alot to touch up on the webbie. I am supposed to reply to my readers' comments, repair that photo thingy, change the Mondor to Mordor, amongst other stuff. But I just got back from work, and tml I will have to wake up at 530 am to work at Ritz for some breakfast thingy. And I got stuff to blog about. I guess I shld start with lamenting first coz only after complaining can I feel better and I will be able to talk about the happy stuff. Oh gosh I really shld be sleeping. Alright. It is like this. Some 6 months ago, me, June and Clara went for an interview at the Pan Pacific Hotel for the post of banquet waitresses. June worked with me for a day and she decided the plates are a little too heavy for her liking. Thus she decided not to work anymore. In the wake of her resignment, I had to suffer. I worked without her, and everytime I worked, dozens of guys would come and talk to me. The typical conversation goes like this: Cheehong Guy: "Hello, u new here a
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For the next few days till the 27th, I will be working at Ritz. Thats right, every single day starting from today. Xf predicts we will all die. She is a pessimistic girl. I look on the brighter side. I predict we will get ard $250 bucks after working there. No we wun die. We just wun have a life. For 3 days of the 6 days we are working, we have to wake up at 6 am coz some rich company is hosting a 3 day conference at Ritz for itz employees. Breakfast everyday. $250 is a relatively big amount of money, ain't it? If u are one of those extremely rich ppl who says no, please do marry me. A measly $250 a day for pocket money and I will be very happy. Is money all you care about?!! No. What about sex? And food. And clothes. Wow. I sound totally materialistic. Erm, I do care about the beautiful things in life too! Like the ocean and rainbows and LV bags. Anyway, yesterday was EK's bdae! PY, XF, Ghimz, Ek, Bixian and I went to Fort Canning to watch Fellowship of the rings,
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Lets start with the usual crap, which nobody is interested in. I got good hair day today! You tear ur hair and and scream: WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOUR GOOD HAIR DAY! TELL ME ABOUT SEX! (or weather in the case of Eccentric Eddy.) Please understand to me the good hair day records are very important. In future, I intend do a research on the percentage of good hair day in my permed hair life. I have also found a trend. Good hair days always come when u dun need them. Eg today, the good hair day was not fully appreciated at all by any males I intend to attract. Not that males can tell the difference between a good and bad hair day anyway. But thats not the point. The point is, PY and Xf have all seen me thru my RV years when I looked hideous. They dun give a hoot about how I look like. I still look like shit to them anyway. Ek says the initial image cannot be washed away. Now I met up with James yesterday and I had a bad hair day. Whats worse is, I met one of his friend
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Oh no I didn't have time to blog yesterday. Lets start now. Yesterday: I got a shock when I reached Jurong east mrt. Have u seen a more successful basker? Or are ppl at Jurong really so damn bo liao? Recently I keep getting traumatized by ex boyfriends. You know June and I, we have alot of lesbian photos. But I have never expected anyone to actually believe that she and I are lesbian partners. Well, stupidity is the only thing on earth that is really limitless. I saw one of my exs quite some time ago at a Levi's store. The only thing I could remember about him is that he studied at Bedok ITE. And that I got together with him coz he stays very near my old house at Queenstown. He broke off with me coz he said that I was a little too ugly for him. Aha. He is no hunk either. Oh yeah I forgot. Lets laugh at his cheesy name together. Shui Xiang. If ur name happens to be Shui Xiang too, I suggest u laugh at urself too, coz it is really funny. Anyway, he
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Lets talk about wealth today. Its sickening isn't it? Singapore is supposed to be democratic, so it means that everyone has a fair chance to be rich. Thats a whole truckload of bullshit. Lets see what happens when u are poor, and not smart enough to be a doctor or lawyer etc. How do u get rich? 1) Start ur own business and see if it manages to succeed. Alright. So u start to import a kind of wondeful shampoo to Singapore. It is so wonderful, that it can totally make ur hair be shiny, smooth and soft. It is a tad more expensive coz it is imported though. Its properties are claimed by YOU. Who would believe u? Who will even HEAR what u have to say about ur product? Ahhh.. Advertisements. Would ppl do your ads for free? No. You have no money. And to get ur product into guardian u already spent the loan from the bank. So no ads. You can only pray for word of mouth. Now, in the market for established goods, we can hardly find any where it is the perfect competition m
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Woah how come the visitors to my blog today seem to be increasing ah... Its at least a 100 today liao. Anyway, I had a good hair day today! How great ! A happy day always begins with a good hair day. But what good can a good hair day do if no one sees it? Everyone seems to be so busy today. Eddy is busy. June is sleepy. EK is swimming with sis. Xf is lazy to go out. PY is teaching tuition. James has (oh wait, it sounds wrong. James have? James plural? Urghhh...) a dinner date with someone else. Only one person would be free after selling char siew. Thats coz his bike is under repair, and he would not travel without the bike. Thats right, its Bernard! I refuse to let the day go by without letting anyone see my good hair day. So I paid Bernard a visit. I had a chance to ride on the bus 42 at Kembangan. I dunno why, but I felt magical when I boarded the bus. For those of u who have read Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, you would know why! 42 is supposed to the magica
I have done the spoof page liao!!! Its address is http://wehatexiaxue.blogspot.com Can go see see!! Anyone who wants access to it, notify me! U can take part in the spoofing! If u are interested in that, that it. I'm too busy with it to write my blog, lol. June dua-ed me. She is supposed to go shopping with me but she is still sleeping or something like that. And I thought I was the ultimate pig. Nvm lar, I will go shopping MYSELF! Hmpf! Later, everyone!
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I have decided to spoof myself. I guess that would be fun. For everyone who likes to read my words but think I am hideous, think the page load too long etc etc, can visit the spoof page from now one. I will be working on it after I finish this blog entry, and this blog entry would be short. I think. I can never be sure. As mentioned, today I was supposed to meet Eddy the Engineer. Eddy is pretty efficient as well. That makes him effectively Eddy the Efficient Engineer. However, Eddy's boss is not as efficient. He made Eddy stay back till 1030pm when Eddy was supposed to end work at 6 plus. How wonderful. Who knows, maybe Eddy has decided on today, the 17th of June, to ask me to be his gf coz 17th of June only happens once in a year. It is a special day. However, coz of the bloody guy who asked Eddy to stay back, I have decided it is too late to meet and I didn't meet Eddy, thus also losing the chance of Eddy asking me to be his gf. Heck, maybe even wife! It is all th
Oh yeah yeah yeah I suddenly remembered a joke that I heard some time ago. I shall write it out! A man was wanted to fly to country X. He wanted to bring his pet squirrel with him. However, pets are not allowed on airplanes, and he had no idea what to do with his squirrel. But he really really cannot sleep without his pet squirrel by his side. He can't put it in his suitcase coz they will scan it. So he decided on putting the squirrel in his pants. He managed to get through to the plane, and felt very happy indeed and his evil plot did not get found out. He happily whistled as the plane flew. Suddenly, a loud "OOOOOWWW!" filled the aircraft. An air stewardess quickly rushed the man's side and asked if anything was the matter. The man replied weakly that he was fine and asked the air stewardess to go away. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" screamed the man again. This time, he asked the air stewardess to leave him alone again. The third time the man scr
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I'm very pissed with my computer. Yesterday, I wrote my blog entry happily. It was a rather long one at that. I took a break when I almost finished, and decided to surf a little. And guess what? Internet explorer hung. Great. All I wrote were lost! I rewrote the entry a second time. This time, i told myself that blog writing is divine and sacred, the attention cannot be shared with other websites. After I finished writing, I pressed "post". Guess what happened? It showed "the page cannot be displayed". I pressed "back" as my sweat droplets formed on my forehead. This can't be happening again, dammit! But it did happen. So there goes that previous entry. I am gonna try to rewrite everything now. Valid for yesterday: I'm a very happy gal today! Heck, I'm mostly happy, but today started with a good hair day, and thats the beginning to a happy day! But the hell are u supposed to be happy when u wake up looking like an Afro ken? U