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I decided to post pictures! Yesterday June and I went to Mango to try on some executive clothes. Hows this? The thing I am holding is a lollipop. I think I look like a slutty secretary. Who likes to bend over the table a littlllllle too much. Yucks. June meanwhile has the tall lean career woman look. Can't post her pics though, she said it looks ugly. I like the top! It looks somewhat like the 2 fast 2 furious top that I like so much... But the bloody thing is $75, far far too expensive. Yes, the lollipop spoilt the picture and yes, thats June reflected in the mirror, taking my pic. Aaron bought it V200 2 days after June did. So I used it to take own pictures. Narcissic, yes. But who cares... I like it Thats all. I'm sorry babes, but no more Jeremy photos. Help me think of an excuse to date him out man...
Very pissed lor, yesterday tried to blog but I accidentally kicked the CPU and the whole com restarted, leaving me grimacing in pain, for my day's entry was totally gone. How wondrous. Anyway, I wanna complain about stupid people. I came out with one conclusion after working for a few weekends at Singtel shops. Stupid people use Nokia phones. I am not saying that Nokia users are stupid. I am saying stupid people use Nokia. So a square is a rectangle but a rectangle is not a square. Let me tell you what bullshit I got from Nokia users... Me: "Hi, would you like to take a look at the new Mitsubishi M330?" Typical Nokia User: "No, I don't like Mitsubishi." Me, "Erm, you have never tried Mitsubishi phones, how do you know that you dun like them?" TNU: "Oh, haha. I am a Nokia user" Why I am not surprised? Me: "So?" TNU: "I am used to Nokia la..." Yeah, stupid. You and the rest of the
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Yesterday night, after a break of 3 days, I gave Jeremy a call... And it was for official business too, coz June got this Sony Ericsson job that I asked him whether he would like to work in. So. He was working when I called, so he called me back at 11pm. And we talked till 5:30 am. Amazing huh, 6 whole hours on the phone. Now, the problem is, I was supposed to work at Ritz Carlton that day from 6am till 12am. Thats 18 whole hours of standing and pouring semillion sauvigons and chardonneys for guests. At 530, I had to leave for work. So I didn't sleep and almost died working that day. My point is, it is forgiveable that I didnt blog last night. I'm still in a groggy stage. Just reached home after work for Mitsubishi, and I don't think I can manage to recite the alphabet in the correct order. I think I would just post pictures, coz a million words says a picture. I was at the school's photostating place. The auntie in charge of the phot
How fucking irritating. Blogger decided to fuck up and refuse to publish my entries for days. On the other hand, I have found out how to do it. It will be to go to templates, in which your template will be completely gone but thank goodness I have it saved in notepad, and then publish the "new" template. The posts will be published as well. Thats like very troublesome everytime I want to post something. And anyway, I shall not blog till tml night coz tml I would have to hand in 2 school projects *gasp* which I haven even started on doing. So yeah. Tml night. I promise. -My readers are diminishing as blogger continues to fuck up-
I have decided that Jeremy doesnt like me. I am so sad. And the weather is too freaking good for me to blog. Plus I am sad, remember? No blogging tonight. I hate everyone. Absolutely everyone. I hate Jeremy the most.
I just came back from Zouk and now my hair TOTALLY smells of cigarettes. If I wash it, it will not have time to dry and allow me to tie my usual buns to sleep, so by tomorrow my hair will be HIDEOUS. Yet, if I dun wash it, Jeremy might smell the cigarette smell on my hair tomorrow and might get so disgusted. Feeling very torn, I did something very stupid. I half-washed my hair. This has the effect of not getting ridding of the cigarette smell, and also spoiling whatever curls there are already. Wonderful. Just when I am meeting the guy of my dreams tomorrow. Anyway, everyone at Zouk looked so cute. Ya know why? Because, like the Xelibre (I dunno how to spell) ad, everyone there had Jeremy's face. Imagine that. I cannot think of anything but him! Meanwhile, he doesnt seem to give a shit about me. Okie can't say that since he did msg me himself today. For people who are confused about the God entry... Yeah well it is just a stupid story I suddenly thought of wh
If we place a metal pole directly at the top of Bill Gate's house and we extent the metal pole to the far reachs of the clouds, it would hit a particularly grouchy god right on his butt. This god's name is Sir Barnabas Keanu Fabian Gates, and he was, no doubt, an American. 100 years ago Sir Gates was promoted as a deity, or god, or whatever you people with religion liked to call heavenly beings with big powers. Let me explain. In the skies were the heavens. The heavens are not very far up actually, and if you flew on a boeing 747 and decided to keep flying upwards till your machine ran outta petrol, you would have reached it. There, is a land which is remarkably like the land of Mordor. No, I'm kidding. It is not filled with smelly orcs. In fact, it is totally like whatever you imagined heaven to look like, complete with the chubby angels playing the harp. When you turned a corner, you would see young Japanese girls walking around naked. Thats how heaven loo
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Yesterday I was a very happy girl. (Thats the result of food leftover at cafe cartel which I went to with Shuyin and Idris yesterday, who, I would like to mention, kindly accompanied me while I had to wait for the MP3 seller to be free. Oh btw, nobody likes glazed cherries. They should have remained in their original form.) In fact, there were a few reasons why I did not blog yesterday at all. Firstly, I was so filled to the brim with joy, I'm afraid that if my fingertips touched the keyboard I would just burst. If I burst, I would imagine several people to be very upset, including my maid who would have to clean up the mess. Secondly, it would be the reason why I am so happy, and thats because (if you were in my irc channel you would have known) I talked to Jeremy for around 3 hours on the phone. The end result is that by the time we finished, it was 2:30 and a tad too late to blog. Besides, I was in this misty mood so I doubt I can manage to string object, subject
After one fine day of dwelling on nothing but Jeremy, I think I am going mad. True enough, I had found the guy who gave me enough chemistry to make me think he is THE ONE (Pun about Jay Chou's concert not intended). Whats the catch? That he doesnt like me of course. And with good reasons too. (I'm really sorry you people have to listen to this mush.) 1) I am so goddam bloody short. Despite my plenty of self-assurance (more like deceive) that height is not important at all, it IS. I can blame society for its narrowminded weird qualms, but I can't change facts. Personally, I would like to marry a tall guy so that the tall genes will spread to my kids and my kids would not be laughed at in school like me. Very unfortunately, tall guys would like to marry tall girls so that not only will they look impressive and scary, their kids could grow up to be supermodels who are sluts who fuck around to get the said job. But thats not the point. Jeremy is tall
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I just realised that the previous entry got cut off half way. To those who did not manage to catch it before it was gone, the gist is that Jeremy is a motorola promoter also working at my store. This is his pic anyway. I'm so freaking pissed that stupid blogger deleted my previous entry. It was one of the few rare attempts to write erotia. Perhaps thats the reasons it is gone. WTF. Anyway, gonna sleep now. Nights all!
I'm gonna blog this all out before I forget anything. This is like totally the first time I am feeling this way. Jeremy worked with me today again, and I like him so much, that if he asks me to marry him right away, I would proceed to the church straight. Afterall my veil and dress is already on me, waiting for this day to come. I have never felt like that about a guy before. The first time I saw him, I was like "Oh my god dream guy material." And he is in a black turtleneck with stupid sequins on too. It says alot. Didnt have this kinda strong feelings for even Eddy. And then I spoke to him. "You look gay!" "Yeah man stupid sequins! I look damn gay lar!" He looked at me seriously. "But I'm not gay." He did not know that I sent a silent prayer to god for that statement. "Haha, I had this classmate who turned gay right before my eyes." And then I told him all about Androgenous Aaron, who is a convenient g
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It is pissing ah, that I cannot blog for the last two days and I forgot whatever I wanted to blog about. I realised, however, that I have the memory span of a goldfish, which is 3 seconds. What did I just say? So anyway, I shall blog about whatever I am reminded of to blog from the pics I took. Yesterday in the lecture hall, June, no doubt being very very bored, decided to read our sub-standard school magazine, Attitude. We can see that she is very bored coz she read a magazine with such a cheesy name. Suddenly she gave a large gasp and pointed out an article to me. "What can be worthy of my attention in that magazine?" I thought to myself. This is what I saw what made June so wide-eyed. Unless I am very much mistaken, the person Miss Diana Neo (the author and my lecture mate) wrote about is me. Having the foggy memory I have, I do not remember whether I have been "chided" for using a derogatory term for blacks by Miss Neo (lets call her
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I wanna blog about quite some stuff but no time; I go to go sleep soon, recently I'm very very deprived of it... So I shall just write about what happened recently... As briefly as possible! I hate squat toilets. ( I know this sentence does not link with the previous paragraph but what the.) The toilet at my house is a squat one, and I hated it so much that I forced my mum to install a fake toilet bowl over it, despite her mumbled grumbles about how when she was my age she was not so fussy. There are many reasons why seat toilets rule. 1) Because your nose is further away from the shit. 2) Because urine will no longer spray on the floor and have you step on it unwittingly. Sure, males still spray urine on the seat, but since females wun, it is 50% less. 3) Because you can now sit on it to read while shitting, which is, I personally think, one of the biggest enjoyments in life. 4) Because sitting will relax your muscles while squatting makes you cramp up. 5
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Quite often I get comments like this: Xiaxue you think you are very pretty meh? Please lar, look at urself in the mirror! What do you see? A PIG! Imagine a world without Revlon, without L`oreal! You will look like shit and you know it! Your pretty face currently is just a facade! Well, to this I really got to argue it out. To everyone with this view: See, I dun deny that I was born ugly. You dun usually discriminate ugly people because they are ugly, right? You dun look at someone on the streets, and say "FUCK IT! She is freaking ugly! Thats a crime!" Coz it is plain unfair that you do that. Well, I am relatively ugly without make-up, I admit it. Then we come to the make-up part. Please understand. What if you are born ugly, BUT, you are blessed with a skill? A skill so valuable... And together with the skill are tools that are economically priced. With the two, you can make yourself look better in a jiffy. With the two, you can feel more confident o
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Hiyah, dun see the point of writing in my new url when spammers actually bothered to email me to get my address. If you spammers want to spam, please go ahead, I will be ignoring it from now one. Can see just how extremely bo liao some people are; must be a cross between an iguana and a leech. In case you people are thinking iguanas and leeches are can hardly fit into the description of "bo liao", well, its just a chance to show the immerse amount of animals at my place now. Alright, my dad is weird, I admit it. Of course, as a kid I have never interacted much with other people's dads (except uncles, none of which I am especially close to) so I thought my dad was normal. See, the weird thing about him is: HE DOESNT WATCH SOCCER. He does understand the big deal about it at all. Thats weird isn't it? Ask I grew older I realised MOST guys like football. Even my 80 yr old grandpa watches football while my dad stares uninterested at the TV screen wearing the ex