tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325493172011-12-14T00:19:01.001-08:00weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.comBlogger1721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-81709030741585190892011-12-13T23:53:00.000-08:002011-12-14T00:19:01.019-08:00Another year has gone by. So fast. It really amazes me that I'll be a quarter century old next year.<div><br /></div><div>Well, I think what made this year really memorable was that my heart was broken. Not that it was never broken before. But it was completely shattered. </div><div><br /></div><div>Everytime relationship takes a part of my heart away. It was never and will never be complete. </div><div><br /></div><div>BUT this one was special. I was so certain about this. I was so sure that it will be my "happily ever after". HAHA. It makes me laugh to see that I was so childish and naive.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, yup, I was ditched.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I always tell people, "HAHA. I got ditched yo! I got dumped for radiation! He chose radiation over me! He wanna be the Hulk!!!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah. It's such a joke. </div><div><br /></div><div>Behind that joke, I cried endlessly. I think I really did cry a river. My river is cleaner than the singapore river, in case you're wondering.</div><div><br /></div><div>My quote of the year, was when I met up with him and I asked if he wanted have a LDR. He said no. </div><div><br /></div><div>And, holding back my tears, I said (somewhat shakily), </div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">"Well. I really do love you a lot. I love you and I want to see you happy. If the only way for you to be happy is that you go to Japan, then go."</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></b></div><div>IS THAT TOUCHING OR WHAT??? THAT SHOULD BE IN THE MOTHERFUCKING GUINESS BOOK OF RECORDS FOR BEING THE MOST TOUCHING SENTENCE OF THE YEAR! THAT CAME STRAIGHT OUTTA TWILIGHT YO!!!! ummm. yucks. no. It didnt. I hate twilight.</div><div><br /></div><div> I was simply amazed that I managed to say that so calmly and with full sincerity.</div><div><br /></div><div>So yes, that was the BEST LINE of my year. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>As for my worst, I cant think of any. I say mean things to people every.single.day. </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe that was my worst line too. Worst because it was downright heartbreaking to say that. I couldnt believe I was so...brave? I could have been a stalker/bitch and bought a tix to go with him BUUUUUUUUT I didnt. DUDE. We're adults.</div><div><br /></div><div>To think about it, I think with every word of that line, what remained of my heart shattered to pieces. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>SO NOW, YOU CAN'T BLAME ME FOR BEING A HEARTLESS CUNT.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">*EVIL LAUGHS*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-8170903074158519089?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-3195705421252477172010-10-17T19:52:00.000-07:002010-10-17T20:13:36.332-07:00Wah. I haven't blogged for a VERY VERY long time (cuz I'm still enjoying my honeymoooooon with alex).<br /><br />But this incident that happened THIS VERY MORNING on the 18th of Oct is a MUST BLOG.<br /><br />OMGGGGGGGGGGG.<br /><br />Story goes like:<br /><br />I have an event later in the evening at 6pm and I need to wear heels (black strappy heels).<br /><br />*sidetrack* And ppl who know me will know that I don't wear just ANY heels. I like super high, 4 to 5 inch heels. The higher the chioer mah. BUT I'm so tall, if I add 5 more inches to my height, I'm like almost amazonian. So I don't usually go out in the public with heels (unless I have my fellow amazonian friends with me).<br /><br />AND THEN, I decided to call a cab cuz I'm not gonna take a bus looking like an overgrown kid (who knows, someone might take a pic and send to stomp saying that amazonians have invaded Singapore).<br /><br />Here's the eggciting part: When I board the cab, I saw a phone. An E71 to be exact. My 1st thought was "DAMN! I FOUND A PHONE!!!" but of cuz, I've always been the kind of person that return lost phones.* My 1st instinct was to take the phone out and try to figure out who the owner is and who I should call. When I slipped the phone out from the casing, I saw an SMU matric card and it says "Wan Zhi Kai".<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WAN ZHI KAI IS MY FRIEND CAN!!!!??????????!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?</span></span> *ANGELIC CHIMES*<br /><br />YES. Wan Zhi Kai is my goddamn friend.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT ARE THE FUCKING CHANCES THAT ONE WILL MISPLACE HIS PHONE AND ONLY TO BE FOUND BY HIS FRIEND ON A CAB LATER!?!?!?!</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">IT IS HENG MAX CAN!?!?!?!</span></span><br /><br />At this moment his phone rang and his mom called and I explained to his mom that I'm his friend and stuff.<br /><br />I kinda think the mom didnt believe me. WHO WILL!!?!?!? I might be someone who found the phone, stupidly picked up the phone and pretended to be his friend!<br /><br />BUT FORTUNATELY, I really AM his friend.<br /><br />LOL.<br /><br />This is very interesting. I'm gonna buy toto and 4D later.<br /><br />This cannot be more coincidental liao. Maybe singapore is really too small. SERIOUSLY, I must emphasize on the fact that:<br /><br />1) I decided to take a cab although I originally wanted to take a bus.<br />2) I stay at River Valley and<br />3) He went to sch at SMU<br /><br />I suppose that the cab did not pick any passengers up after dropping him and before picking me up cuz that person would definitely have found the phone (and 50% chance of not returning). So it's so damn coincidental that the cab picked ME at River Valley after dropping him at SMU.<br /><br />WOW.<br /><br />Ok. End of story. I'm still very amazed by this coincidence though. I think I'll be for the next few days.<br /><br />LOL.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-319570542125247717?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-55273043430177808902010-07-22T06:21:00.000-07:002010-07-22T06:36:35.720-07:00<h5 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;" class="other"><span style="font-size:100%;">This girl added me on FB one fine day. Thought she looked quite pretty and I don't mind accepting her.<br /></span></h5><h5 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;" class="other"><span style="font-size:100%;">Don't get me wrong. I'm not a lesbian or bi or whatever.<br /></span></h5><h5 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;" class="other"><span style="font-size:100%;">I just thought she might be a model or something. Who knows? We might meet at an event one day.</span></h5><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">So... she kept "haunting" me on FB. Whenever I'm online, she'll send me a msg on FB chat...like the convo pasted below.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I've never replied her though. She always asks the same question - whether I'm interested to earn 12 - 15k per month.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >SOUNDS DODGY.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">And... on this day... I finally decided to see what she's up to.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I pasted our convo below.</span></span><br /><br /><h5 class="other"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">hhihi</p><p class="p_other pic_padding">how r u</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:13pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">hi</p><p class="p_self pic_padding">wassup</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:13pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">how r u</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:13pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">i'm good</p><p class="p_self pic_padding">anyway</p><p class="p_self pic_padding">do i know you</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:14pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">thats good</p><p class="p_other pic_padding">nope</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:14pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">oh</p><p class="p_self pic_padding">haha</p><p class="p_self pic_padding">ok</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:14pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">just wondering if u r interested to earn money? 12-15k per month</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:14pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">as what</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:14pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">i intro u a sugar daddy</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:15pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">erm</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:15pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">u just need to company n have fun with him whenever he is back in singapore</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:15pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">not really</p><p class="p_self pic_padding">thanks</p><p class="p_self pic_padding">i'm attached</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:15pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">i have been with him for the past 1 yr +</p><p class="p_other pic_padding">I am too</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:15pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">oh</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:15pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">its very discreet n safe</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:15pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">dont think my bf will be pleased</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:15pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">Don't let him know</p><p class="p_other pic_padding">nobody will know</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:15pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">lol</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:15pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">15k per month</p><p class="p_other pic_padding">+ u get to travel too @ times with him</p><p class="p_other pic_padding">anyway he is looking for somone to travel with him to korea this august</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:16pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">haha</p><p class="p_self pic_padding">nope</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:16pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">alright then</p><p class="p_other pic_padding">up to u</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:16pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">i'm not really interested in earning money that way</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:16pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">its really easy</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:16pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">it's easy</p><p class="p_self pic_padding">but</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:17pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">but what</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:17pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">it's not ethical</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:17pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">if not coz i go oversea to study</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:17pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">to meat least</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:17pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">i would have still be with him</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:17pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">ok</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:17pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">well.. U don't company him everyday</p><p class="p_other pic_padding">he always travel </p><p class="p_other pic_padding">so u just need to be with him maybe like 2 a month</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:17pm</span>Me</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding">nope</p><p class="p_self pic_padding">have you approached a lot of girls?</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:18pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">nopr</p><p class="p_other pic_padding">coz u look pretty n sexy</p><p class="p_other pic_padding">thats why i ask u</p><p class="p_other pic_padding">nevermind then</p><p class="p_other pic_padding">15k is a lot</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:19pm</span>Me</h5><p id="msg_100001201785826_2890727262" class="p_self pic_padding">nah</p><p id="msg_100001201785826_3754072159" class="p_self pic_padding">i can do without that 15k</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:20pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">what u meant</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:20pm</span>Me</h5><p id="msg_100001201785826_2701174891" class="p_self pic_padding">dont get me wrong</p><p id="msg_100001201785826_2689542222" class="p_self pic_padding">but</p><p id="msg_100001201785826_389531348" class="p_self pic_padding">i'm just not that kinda girl</p><p id="msg_100001201785826_1576760272" class="p_self pic_padding">i've been approached before</p><p id="msg_100001201785826_2046701353" class="p_self pic_padding">never liked that kinda idea</p><h5 class="other"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="p_other pic_padding">u never try how u know</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">9:24pm</span>Me</h5><p id="msg_100001201785826_3381003941" class="p_self pic_padding">cuz</p><p id="msg_100001201785826_2724599578" class="p_self pic_padding">i dont need to try</p><p id="msg_100001201785826_2970734477" class="p_self pic_padding">I just know i'd rather do w/o it</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">9:25pm</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001201785826">Stephanie</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding">okok</p><p class="p_other pic_padding"><br /></p><p class="p_other pic_padding"><br /></p><p class="p_other pic_padding">AND I WAS RIGHT.</p><p class="p_other pic_padding"><br /></p><p class="p_other pic_padding">GOD.<br /></p><p class="p_other pic_padding">The line that I've highlighted in red is the one that kinda pissed me off.</p><p class="p_other pic_padding">WHAT DO YOU MEAN I NEVER TRY HOW I KNOW???</p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="p_other pic_padding"><span style="font-size:130%;">BITCH, DO I LOOK LIKE A COMPLETE WHORE TO YOU!!?</span></p><p class="p_other pic_padding"><br /></p><p class="p_other pic_padding"><span style="font-size:85%;">oh my buddha. </span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-5527304343017780890?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-25116867113831033952010-06-29T23:58:00.000-07:002010-06-30T00:30:59.415-07:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >I'M MOTHERFUCKING DU LAN RIGHT NOW.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Ok. Lemme explain why I'm feeling so angry.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Bout 2 months ago, I went for a casting for an upcoming event for a certain casino in singapore (THERE'S ONLY 2. SLOWLY GUESS)<br /><br />That event is supposed to be an ongoing thing which means that there's work almost everyday from mid June to July.<br /><br />I went for the casting, I thought I did well and turned out that, I was only in the 2nd priority list.<br /><br />"What priority list?" you must be thinking. So... according to my agent, D... there're 2 lists of girls who are so called "priority girls". The 1st list are of more "priority" than the 2nd and lao niang is in the 2nd.<br /><br />And we were told to submit our dates of availability (in order to plan our work schedule). I submitted 3 freaking weeks and my agent actually complained "SO FEW DAYS!?" <span style="font-weight: bold;">HELLO??? JUNE SUBMITTED 4 DAYS NIA HOR!!!??? NABEI.</span><br /><br />Ok. Cut the long story short, I waited for days... to weeks and I never seemed to get ANY SINGLE MOTHERFUCKING DAY. Some girls who were in the 2nd priority list like me GOT A FEW DAYS TO WORK HOR!!!<br /><br />Nabei. All I hear is "client likes this group of girls." or "I'll try to slot you in" or "there're still somemore days mah" or "so many days, sure will have your chance one lah" . BUT, believe me, NONE OF THESE WORDS CAME TRUE.<br /><br />Indeed there were a lot of girls, however, many of them were slackers (or so I heard). You, as an agent, knew about how troublesome or lazy some of them were. BUT YOU CHOSE NOT TO DROP THEM AND GIMME A SINGLE CHANCE?!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">SERIOUSLY, YOU TELL ME WHETHER I SHOULD BE ANGRY NOT???</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />I don't think I've performed badly for any of your events before. I understand that the client likes some of the girls, but, wassup with those empty promises then?<br /><br />Ok. Perhaps I've exaggerated, you didn't make any promises. BUT those words gimme hope. It's like waiting patiently each week, HOPING that it's finally MY TURN to work but, no. I don't see my name. WEEK AFTER WEEK.<br /><br />In fact, I see names of girls whom I heard bad stories about inside. OMG.<br /><br />NABEI. YOU SHOULD KNOW I'LL NEVER DO THOSE THINGS THEY DO LOH!!!!!!!<br /><br />I'm fucking disappointed. Really.<br /><br />You tell me "Dont be disheartened." YOU THINK I WONT BE MEH???<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">UNCLE. LAO NIANG GONNA START WORK IN 2 WEEKS LIAO. I'M GONNA STOP MODELLING SOON. YOU THINK I WONT BE DISHEARTENED MEH??? HEARING ALL MY OTHER FRIENDS GET THE JOB AND EVEN WHEN I'M IN THAT FUCKING LIST, I WAS LEFT OUT, YOU TELL ME WHETHER I SHOULD BE DISHEARTENED???</span><br /><br />Seriously, you tell me lah, I go casting FOR FUCK? I get into the "priority list" FOR FUCK? I submit my schedule FOR FUCK? IN THE END ALSO NEVER GET ANYTHING!!!??? RIGHT OR NOT?<br /><br />I'd rather you tell me right from the start that I DIDNT GET THE JOB than to gimme false hope. <span style="font-weight: bold;">FALSE HOPE THAT LED TO MY EXTREME DISAPPOINTMENT NOW.</span><br /><br />So, you tell me lah, HOW SHOULD I TRUST YOU NEXT TIME? Why should I even go for ANY castings under your agency in the future? What if you decide to play me out again?? e.g. "Oh ya... you got the job... but I will 'try' to slot you in." then *cricket sounds for weeks*<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Nabei.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">DISCLAIMER: </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >I know you're in a difficult spot too. Client likes the current batch of girls. No extra uniforms etc etc (YOUR OTHER LOAD OF EXCUSES). But YOU yourself know that some of the girls are not up to standard (performance wise) and you refuse to drop them. WAH LAU EH. YOU SAY LAH, SHOULD I BE DULAN? THIS IS UNFAIR *bawls like a kid* </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-2511686711383103395?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-46408747476891166812010-06-07T05:04:00.000-07:002010-06-07T07:55:29.075-07:00<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me.<br /><br />I admit that I can be quite dependent on people, as in, I hate doing things alone.<br /><br />In fact, rotting at home is not on my top list of things to do.<br /><br />So, Alex went back to US for 2 weeks (12 days to be exact) to visit his family and friends. I mean he goes back like twice a year or something, to spend time with his mom, dad and grandma.<br /><br />I guess I tend to forget the fact that he is in fact, born and bred in the States. He does not "belong" here. I think I'm too used to him being around me, though it has only been 6 months.<br /><br />On the night before he left for his flight in the morning, I became FUCKING upset. Like, FUCKING FUCKING depressed. I didn't really wanna talk to him, hold him or whatever. I thought I'll be fine but nope, I wasn't. Next thing I knew, I started crying, as if he's not coming back anymore.<br /><br />I know, I FELT DAMN SILLY CAN??? OMG.<br /><br />I feel upset cuz of the following reasons:<br /><br />1) I will miss him terribly, since I spend more than 70% of my time with him.<br /><br />2) I have absolutely no work this week. ZERO. If I've got events or something, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be so upset cuz I will be focusing on something else. Moreover, time flies faster with work. BETTER THAN SITTING AT HOME DOING NOTHING RIGHT??? But no. I have NO WORK!!! How suay is that???<br /><br />3) My friends are busy cuz they are working. Yes. People working, me not working. I'm not sulking cuz they have more jobs than me (which I usually do, cuz they earn wayyy more than me and they never share!!! ok. joke. no. ok. i'm not joking.), I'm sulking cuz they'll be busy!!! They have no time to play L4D with me!!! This month's pay ain't here yet, so I can't go shopping. Wah lau. Sian max.<br /><br />4) The L4D at home kinda sucks cuz it's not updated. There's no The Passing!!! WTH. Everyone is playing the updated version, hence, I don't have people to play with!!! I don't like playing with the computer cuz they like to steal my 1st aids and they are seriously rather retarded.<br /><br />5) No one is home other than my grandma and Coco. Not even my brother.<br /><br />DAMN NO LIFE RIGHT!!!??? It seems almost like my world only revolves around L4D and Alex. Erm. I was looking at myself and I realised, YES, THAT IS TRUE. My life DOES only revolves around L4D and Alex.<br /><br />My ex BFF called Mahjong is now unavailable as it requires 3 other players other than myself. Hence, no mahjong.<br /><br />OMG. How no life can i get? My friends suggested doing something more "productive" such as packing my room, exercising. And I can think of a million excuses not to do those "productive" work.<br /><br />I don't know why I'm so useless. Yes. I admit I'm useless. I'm too lazy to do anything while I'm complaining about every single thing. I can't be bothered to do up a CV cuz I feel that I haven't enjoyed enough. In fact, I don't really feel like working. It's a NO-CHOICE thing that I have to work cuz I have to pay my sch fees loan and give my parents money and blah blah blah. I'm not complaining. I think I HAVE to do that. But I don't feel like doing it now. But yes, I'm complaining cuz I have no money to spend since I don't have a stable income.<br /><br />I sometimes envy my rich friends. They can go for trips as and when they like, while I have to save up and sometimes "borrow" money from my parents (by "borrow", I mean "ROB" cuz I don't really return). I have to save up for months. And I admit I'm not the best save-r in the world. I spend a lot of money on shopping and cabbing, both of which I'm trying to cut down now OK!!<br /><br />Alright, I'm just complaining my ass off. I'm feeling damn emo.<br /><br />OK. So now I'm gonna do a Q&amp;A for you equally as no life dodos who are rebutting me as I complain virtually.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Q)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Since you know you're so dependent on him etc etc, why don't you go to the US with him in the first place?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A)</span> Simple. Due to the following reasons:</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">1) Because I'm not rich. My last name ain't Gates or Jobs. My parents ain't gonna sponsor my trip hor. I have to save up money one. AND I DID OK!!?? But you think go there very cheap huh? You think Bangkok ah? Airfare was already how much I saved up ok?! I go there don't need to eat liao lah. Spend his? Siao ah? You think his last name is Gates or Jobs ah? He's earning a fair salary but not millions hor! We still need to save money for "rainy" days one leh.<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">2) For *ahem* models like me, oh, or should I say "talents" like me. (ChaoCheeBye. Later people say I shameless again. Wah lau. People like that Jack Neo's Wendy Chong/Cheng/Chang/Ching or something also can call themselves model, why I cannot? Pls loh, I really am a model mah. No doubt a bit half fucked lah, but then what will you call us? "People-who-model-and-work-in-events" ah? Nabei. sorry. sidetrack.) We know that June is the month to earn more. There will be major events like CommunicAsia, Beerfest etc etc that will be happening during the month of June. Hence, it would not be advisable to go abroad during this period aka got money earn don't wanna earn meh???<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">3) He's going there solely to visit his family and friends. Not gonna be much shopping and partying. Hence, I shall not waste my money (both saved and to be earned).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Q)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Why don't he call you then? Or you call him?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A)</span> SIAO AH? You know how much the overseas call charges not??? That time I called for less than 30 mins + smses while I was in Tokyo, lao niang's hp bills was 300+ bucks hor!!!??? YOU PAY AH?! My dad doesn't own M1 hor! 300+ bucks = me doing at least 1 to 2 events hor!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Q)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">THEN SKYPE LAH!!!???</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A)</span> Ok. This question requires a little bit of explanation. Alex and I wanted to skype. We skyped with he was in Hawaii and Tokyo last dec while I was trapped in <span style="font-weight: bold;">Singa-fucking-pore</span>. It is indeed a very good way of communicating since it's free and we can see each other on the video chat. HOWEVER, we have a problem this time. We're 12 hours apart. I'm technically living in his future. When he's up, I'm sleeping. When I'm up, he's sleeping. And seriously, he's been rather busy catching up with his friends and stuff, I can hardly talk to him. Now we've kinda "reduced" to the state of sending each other msgs on FB. ok. I shall not complain further.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Q)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Why can't you learn to be more independent? Your friends' bfs go overseas longer than Alex they also ok?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A)</span> Excuse me? I already said I'm very dependent already right? And, my friends' bfs got talk to them almost every night (unless they cannot carry their phone e.g. outfield) ok?? They got talk on msn or skype or whatever ok? It's been days since I last chat with him, I didn't even hear his voice hor. We just send msgs on FB nia.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Q)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">12 DAYS NIA!!! Very soon you can see him liao mah!!?? You sad what?</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A)</span> Yes. I did mention above that I have no work this week but I'M FUCKING BUSY NEXT WEEK. I have CommAsia and BeerFest from 15th to 20th of June hor!!?? CommAsia from morning to evening, then Beerfest at night ok??? Alex will be back on the 16th but from 15th onwards I'm fucking busy! I can't even spend time with him when he's back!!! And the week after that, he'll be on morning shift the whole week, which means he'll be damn tired every day. Everytime he works morning shift, he will be damn listless the whole day even though he finishes at like 4pm. He'll literally be zombiefied. Do you enjoy spending time with a zombie??? I only enjoy KILLING ZOMBIES ONLINE, not spending time with one. WAH LAU EH.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Q)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Got work also complain, no work also complain! Complain what??</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A)</span> EH HELLO!? I said I very emo already right? If CommAsia + Beerfest is this week, I will NOT complain a single word I tell you. BUDDHA AHHHH!!! WHY MUST YOU MAKE THOSE EVENTS COME NEXT WEEK!!!??? WHYYY????<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Q)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Aiyo. You so poor thing, then how do you plan to spend this torturous week?</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A)</span> Plan A: Go out and play L4D everyday. Tire myself out so I can sleep till late everyday and I can diet and so time fly faster.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Plan B: Watch movies online everyday, bring back some memories. Hopefully I can take my mind off something and that time fly faster.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Plan C: Go shopping, so time fly faster.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Plan D: Plan B in the morning, Plan C in the noon and Plan A at night (depending on the availability of my friends.)</span><br /><br />Does that answer your questions??? Any further questions pls msg me on FB, prepare to be GAN by me.<br /><br />I shall end this blogpost with something interesting I found.<br /><br />Remember Lady Gaga's iconic "bow" or "ribbon" hairstyle (shown below)?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/TA0B8Sz7E8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/jsaLDkBLJN8/s1600/lady_gaga_hair_bow_c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/TA0B8Sz7E8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/jsaLDkBLJN8/s320/lady_gaga_hair_bow_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480038456933159874" border="0" /></a> Ever since it was seen on Lady Gaga, it became a "fashion statement". Girls started carrying the same look. Xiaxue even gave a "lesson" on her Guide to Life episodes on how to tie one I think.<br /><br />I've always found it cute but never tried it on myself cuz I think I'll look retarded.<br /><br />ANYWAY, I've been carrying out Plan B the whole of this afternoon. I started watching those old hong kong movies from the 1990s like </span> <span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="zh" >倩女幽魂 and </span> <span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="zh-Hant" >唐伯虎點秋香.<br /><br />So I was watching </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="zh" >倩女幽魂 and at one scene, I gasped damn loudly.<br /><br />I saw<span style="font-weight: bold;"> THIS</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/TA0FDL9Gl0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/dSfTpVO7KhA/s1600/Untitled.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/TA0FDL9Gl0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/dSfTpVO7KhA/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480041873886582594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >OMG!!! IS IT THE SAME HAIR STYLE OR WHAT???!!!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >LADY GAGA COPIED HER </span><span style="font-size:130%;">(in case you don't recognize her, she's </span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >王祖賢 or Joey Wong)</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="zh" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!</span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span>Ok lah. Lady Gaga is like how original. Won't copy one lah. But still.... HAHAHAHAHAH<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-4640874747689116681?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-59958878796734366612010-03-08T00:10:00.000-08:002010-03-08T00:13:24.517-08:00It's just cuz I'm on Twitter. Too lazy to blog. Can tweet from my phone somemore.<br /><br />And maybe because I'm too happily in love.<br /><br />Here's an example of things he does that make me smile everyday<br /><br />"<span class="color_font-header_local font_family-screenname_local font_size-screenname_local font_weight-screenname_local layout-screenname_local" id="155" style="color: rgb(134, 79, 4); font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true">weilinggg</span> <span class="color_font-header_local font_family-timestamp_local font_size-timestamp_local font_weight-timestamp_local layout-timestamp_local" id="156" style="color: rgb(134, 79, 4); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true">3:12 pm</span><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:12:32 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">haha</span></span><div class="_divider"><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:12:33 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">anyway</span></span><div class="_divider"><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:12:34 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">baby</span></span><div class="_divider"><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:12:39 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">i gotta throw the pork floss away</span></span><div class="_divider"><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:12:45 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">ants invaded it</span></span><br /><span class="color_font-header_remote_0 font_family-screenname_remote font_size-screenname_remote font_weight-screenname_remote layout-screenname_remote" id="162" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true">alex.wolaver@baml.com</span> <span class="color_font-header_remote_0 font_family-timestamp_remote font_size-timestamp_remote layout-timestamp_remote" id="163" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true">3:13 pm</span><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:13:25 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> grrrrr!!!1</span><div class="_divider"><br /><div><span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:13:37 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> thats the last straw</span><div class="_divider"><br /><div><span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:13:42 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> they will dieeeee</span><br /><span class="color_font-header_remote_0 font_family-screenname_remote font_size-screenname_remote font_weight-screenname_remote layout-screenname_remote" id="167" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true">alex.wolaver@baml.com</span> <span class="color_font-header_remote_0 font_family-timestamp_remote font_size-timestamp_remote layout-timestamp_remote" id="168" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true">3:14 pm</span><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:14:56 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> tonight from the grocery store we need to buy stuff to kill them</span><div class="_divider"><br /><div><span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:15:25 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> grenades, .45 caliber bullets, assault rifles, sniper rifles, flamethrowers</span><div class="_divider"><br /><div><span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:15:26 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> the works</span><br /><span class="color_font-header_local font_family-screenname_local font_size-screenname_local font_weight-screenname_local layout-screenname_local" id="172" style="color: rgb(134, 79, 4); font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true">weilinggg</span> <span class="color_font-header_local font_family-timestamp_local font_size-timestamp_local font_weight-timestamp_local layout-timestamp_local" id="173" style="color: rgb(134, 79, 4); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true">3:16 pm</span><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:16:04 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">yes</span></span><div class="_divider"><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:16:12 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">i think we need some bazookas as well</span></span><div class="_divider"><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:16:29 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">do you think we need some nuclear weapons?</span></span><div class="_divider"><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:16:32 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">atomic bombs?</span></span><br /><span class="color_font-header_remote_0 font_family-screenname_remote font_size-screenname_remote font_weight-screenname_remote layout-screenname_remote" id="178" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true">alex.wolaver@baml.com</span> <span class="color_font-header_remote_0 font_family-timestamp_remote font_size-timestamp_remote layout-timestamp_remote" id="179" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true">3:17 pm</span><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:17:00 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> quite possibly</span><div class="_divider"><br /><div><span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:17:04 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> those guys are persistant</span><br /><span class="color_font-header_local font_family-screenname_local font_size-screenname_local font_weight-screenname_local layout-screenname_local" id="182" style="color: rgb(134, 79, 4); font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true">weilinggg</span> <span class="color_font-header_local font_family-timestamp_local font_size-timestamp_local font_weight-timestamp_local layout-timestamp_local" id="183" style="color: rgb(134, 79, 4); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true">3:18 pm</span><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:18:44 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">yes</span></span><div class="_divider"><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:18:47 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">dont worry</span></span><div class="_divider"><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:18:52 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">i'll deal with them</span></span><div class="_divider"><br /><span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline" x_caretready="true"> (3:18:57 PM)</span><span class="layout-colon_inline">: </span><span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">they pissed auntie weiling off<br /><br /><br /><br />HOW CAN I NOT ADORE HIM TO BITS????<br /></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-5995887879673436661?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-67140815385147009432009-11-30T18:36:00.000-08:002009-11-30T18:37:19.873-08:00Happy happy :)<br /><br /><br />I'm gonna get diabetes soon but I really don't care <3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-6714081538514700943?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-81654006498423051802009-11-23T05:49:00.000-08:002009-11-23T05:50:10.570-08:00素眉勾勒秋千话北风龙转丹<br />屏层鸟绘的牡丹一如你梳妆<br />黯然腾香透过窗心事我了然<br />宣纸上皱边直尺各一半<br />油色渲染侍女图因为被私藏<br />而你嫣然的一笑如含苞待放<br />你的美一缕飘散<br />去到我去不了的地方<br />天正在等烟雨 而我在等你<br />炊烟袅袅升起 隔江千万里<br />在平地书刻你房间上的飘影<br />就当我为遇见你伏笔<br />天正在等烟雨 而我在等你<br />月色被打捞起 掩盖了结局<br />如传世的青花瓷在独自美丽<br />你眼的笑意<br /><br />色白花青的景已跃然于碗底<br />临摹宋体落款时却惦记着你<br />你隐藏在药效里一千年的秘密<br />急溪里犹如羞花沾落地<br />林外芭蕉 惹咒语 梦幻的铜绿<br />而我如我那江南小镇的等你<br />在泼墨山水画里<br />你从墨色深处被隐去<br />天正在等烟雨 而我在等你<br />炊烟袅袅升起 隔江千万里<br />在平地书刻你房间上的飘影<br />就当我为遇见你伏笔<br />天正在等烟雨 而我在等你<br />月色被打捞起 掩盖了结局<br />如传世的青花瓷在独自美丽<br />你眼的笑意<br /><br />天正在等烟雨 而我在等你<br />炊烟袅袅升起 隔江千万里<br />在平地书刻你房间上的飘影<br />就当我为遇见你伏笔<br />天正在等烟雨 而我在等你<br />月色被打捞起 掩盖了结局<br />如传世的青花瓷在独自美丽<br />你眼的笑意<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-8165400649842305180?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-13324394004433106682009-11-15T06:14:00.001-08:002009-11-15T06:16:32.087-08:00Look into my eyes - you will see<br />What you mean to me<br />Search your heart - search your soul<br />And when you find me there you'll search no more<br /><br />Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for<br />You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for<br />You know it's true<br />Everything I do - I do it for you<br /><br />Look into your heart - you will find<br />There's nothin' there to hide<br />Take me as I am - take my life<br />I would give it all - I would sacrifice<br /><br />Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for<br />I can't help it - there's nothin' I want more<br />Ya know it's true<br />Everything I do - I do it for you<br /><br />There's no love - like your love<br />And no other - could give more love<br />There's nowhere - unless you're there<br />All the time - all the way<br /><br />Oh - you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for<br />I can't help it - there's nothin' I want more<br />I would fight for you - I'd lie for you<br />Walk the wire for you - ya I'd die for you<br /><br />Ya know it's true<br />Everything I do - I do it for you<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I'm emo. Cuz I realised that no one loves me. They are all more interested than my friends.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-1332439400443310668?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-25747406883042789832009-11-13T23:47:00.000-08:002009-11-13T23:51:56.859-08:00People always tell me that I should never be together with a guy I met in a club.<br /><br /><br />But, their actions ain't saying so.<br /><br /><br />Look at all my friends. They got to know their bfs in a club.<br /><br /><br />But, you know what the difference is?<br /><br /><br />They always meet the right ones.<br /><br /><br />They always meet the good guys.<br /><br /><br />Who did I meet?<br /><br /><br />What did I end up with?<br /><br /><br />Someone whom I loved but don't love me back.<br /><br /><br />Why would you do something like this to someone I think you guys should treasure?<br /><br /><br />Physical attraction?<br /><br /><br />Lack of attention?<br /><br /><br />Excuses.<br /><br /><br />sigh.<br /><br /><br />How not to be emo?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-2574740688304278983?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-1469840748304172842009-10-18T23:22:00.001-07:002009-10-18T23:41:27.928-07:00What's worse than someone talking about you behind your back?<br /><br /><br /><br />Someone talking about you <span style="font-weight: bold;">in front of you</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br />What's worse than someone talking bad about you in front of you?<br /><br /><br /><br />Someone <span style="font-weight: bold;">worse than you</span> talking bad about you <span style="font-weight: bold;">in front of you</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br />Sometimes I don't get it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Why would someone say shit about you when they know nuts about you?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Why would you say shit about someone when you're way worse?<br /><br /><br /><br />Will people believe you?<br /><br /><br /><br />I don't know.<br /><br /><br /><br />But for me, I know that I'll be more concerned that you don't come too close to me.<br /><br /><br /><br />Your fucking fake eye lashes might POKE ME.<br /><br /><br /><br />Your STD-infested saliva might FLY over and I might be infected as well.<br /><br /><br /><br />Your pretentious attitude makes me sick.<br /><br /><br /><br />So, why talk shit about someone when you're a fucking no one?<br /><br /><br /><br />OH. YOU MEAN YOU NEARLY WON THAT RUBBISH CONTEST?<br /><br /><br />So... am I supposed to bow to you whenever I see you?<br /><br /><br />Please note that the contest's standards was fucking low during YOUR year.<br /><br /><br />And don't act like you're fucking ATAS.<br /><br /><br />I don't really give a shit.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't fucking act ATAS and drive when you go club when you know you're gonna get pissed drunk.</span><br /><br /><br />You're fucked up and you know it.<br /><br /><br />OH I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT MY FRIENDS CALL YOU <span style="font-weight: bold;">KAPOSI SARCOMA</span>.<br /><br /><br />Great. You really ARE famous. You even have your <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaposi%27s_sarcoma/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">OWN</span></a> wiki page<br /><br /><br />Nice. Famous for the <span style="font-weight: bold;">wrong</span> reasons. Congrats :)<br /><br /><br />Seriously, I think you can just STFU and go get a check up or something.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Think twice when you talk shit about others because others can say twice the shit about you.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-146984074830417284?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-50857652814739077372009-09-24T23:23:00.000-07:002009-09-24T23:26:32.700-07:00Since my bday is coming and I'm currently so bored, I thought I might as well write out my wishlist and see if I got any "fans" who is willing to SEND me some prezzies.<br /><br />1) BLACKBERRY BOLD<br />2) LV wallet<br />3) Macbook Air<br />4) Christian Louboutins (I'm a size 9 /41)<br /><br />Shit. Will update when I think of more.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-5085765281473907737?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-21180762494772618842009-08-24T21:33:00.001-07:002009-08-24T21:33:57.554-07:00<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PV36usNx-YA&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PV36usNx-YA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-2118076249477261884?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-49239005009035241142009-08-16T08:34:00.000-07:002009-08-16T08:36:42.721-07:00I don't know why I did the things I did<br />I don't know why I said the things I said<br />Pride's like a knife, it can cut deep inside<br />Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes<br />I didn't really mean to hurt you<br />I didn't wanna see you go<br />I know I made you cry<br />But baby<br /><br />If I could turn back time<br />If I could find a way<br />I'd take back those words that have hurt you<br />And you'd stay<br />If I could reach the stars<br />I'd give them all to you<br />Then you'd love me, love me<br />Like you used to do<br />If I could turn back<br /><br />My world was shattered, I was torn apart<br />Like somebody took a knife<br />And drove it deep in my heart<br />When you walked out that door<br />I swore that I didn't care<br />But I lost every thing darling then and there<br />Too strong to tell you I was sorry<br />Too proud to tell you I was wrong<br />I know that I was blind, and darling<br /><br /><br />p/s: sorry I'm in no mood to blog recently. I have too many things I wanna say, but I can never finish typing a post properly without having to cry a river at the end of it. I guess only these songs can describe my feelings better (and save more tissue paper). Oh well =/<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-4923900500903524114?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-76259625511485662482009-08-06T07:25:00.001-07:002009-08-06T07:25:22.632-07:00I miss you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-7625962551148566248?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-2636447874739278402009-07-28T10:37:00.000-07:002009-07-28T10:38:14.755-07:00I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh<br />I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away<br />I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well<br />I wanna hold you high and steal your pain<br /><br />‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome<br />And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away<br /><br />You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore<br /><br />The worst is over now and we can breathe again<br />I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away<br />There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight<br />I wanna hold you high and steal your pain<br /><br />‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open<br />And I don’t feel like I am strong enough<br />‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome<br />And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away<br /><br />‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open<br />And I don’t feel like I am strong enough<br />‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome<br />And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away<br /><br />‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome<br />And I don’t feel right when you’re gone<br /><br />You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-263644787473927840?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-75310862016033691922009-07-07T19:35:00.000-07:002009-07-07T19:36:26.470-07:00<span class="quote">A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.<br />The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter:<br />"Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said:<br />"No, Dad. You hold my hand."<br />"What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father.<br /><br />"There's a big difference," replied the little girl.<br />"If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."<br /><br />In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-7531086201603369192?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-8863259250700862032009-07-06T21:19:00.000-07:002009-07-06T21:20:20.727-07:00People say I'm the life of the party<br />Because I tell a joke or two<br />Although I might be laughing loud and hearty<br />Deep inside I'm blue<br />So take a good look at my face<br />You'll see my smile looks out of place<br />If you look closer, it's easy to trace<br />The tracks of my tears..<br />I need you, need you<br />Since you left me if you see me with another girl<br />Seeming like I'm having fun<br />Although she may be cute<br />She's just a substitute<br />Because you're the permanent one..<br />So take a good look at my face<br />You'll see my smile looks out of place<br />If you look closer, it's easy to trace<br />The tracks of my tears..<br />I need you, need you<br />Outside I'm masquerading<br />Inside my hope is fading<br />Just a clown oh yeah<br />Since you put me down<br />My smile is my make up<br />I wear since my break up with you..<br />So take a good look at my face<br />You'll see my smile looks out of place<br />If you look closer, it's easy to trace<br />The tracks of my tears<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-886325925070086203?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-58255233246485243492009-06-21T23:38:00.000-07:002009-06-22T01:47:05.229-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">DID YOU EVEN WATCH THAT PIECE OF SHIT????</span></span><br /><br />It was fucking bad I tell ya.<br /><br />I think I'd give it a -10/10. FUCK.<br /><br />1) There's no story line. The anime has almost 0 link to the movie.<br /><br />2) The CGI is like (*&amp;#@*&amp;#)(!*)#($*&amp;#*&amp;&amp;#(*&amp;$)(*!)(#&amp; <span style="font-weight: bold;">BAD</span>.<br /><br />3) NO ONE CAN FUCKING ACT IN THAT FUCKING SHOW!!!<br /><br />My expression throughout the movie was either <span style="font-weight: bold;">o_O </span>or<span style="font-weight: bold;"> -_______-"</span><br />And after the movie, I was literally cursing and swearing my ass off. It was a total waste of my $7.50.<br /><br />And what's up with that<span style="font-weight: bold;"> GIANNA</span>??????? <span style="font-weight: bold;">CANNOT USE THE NAME JEON JI HYUN MEH???? Must act so "high class" and add a christian name ah???? WTF MAN???</span><br /><br />I was still reading 8 days and the magazine was hinting rather subtly that bitch was acting all diva-ish with them during the 8days shoot and interview.<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> FUCK LAH.</span> I don't think she deserves <span style="font-weight: bold;">ANY</span> right to be a diva.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >MAN!!! HAV YOU WATCHED YOURSELF IN THAT DAMN MOVIE!!!??? YOU WERE FUCKING EXPRESSIONLESS!!! </span>Being in a hollywood movie does NOT give you the right to be a diva; esp when your movie SUCKS! omfg.<br /><br />Ok. I found a fucking funny review about the movie online. So.. uh... spoiler ahead.<br /><br /><p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"Spoilers ahead so thread carefully if you wanna avoid being erm, spoiled.</p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span id="more-3063"></span></p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Admittingly, I did not watched the original Blood: The Last Vampire animated movie by Production IG in the year 2000. However, i did watch and finish Blood+ and had a rather good impression of the monster-slaying, high flying vampiric action Anime.</p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">What I’ve seen today is really really epic. Epic lols. Below are just some of the more obvious discontinuities and questions unanswered for in the story.</p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Alice is all knowing</strong></span></p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">In the story, Alice plays the helpless victim of all these horrible events. However, in the wake of these series of events, Alice seems to possess a rather powerful ability, otherwise known as Perfect Knowledge. This can be seen in a variety of scenes as stated below.</p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">It all begins with the massacre scene in the front half of the movie. After her teacher Mr Powell turns into that ugly mess of muscle and gets injured, it flies off in an unknown direction. With a quick scene change, Saya and Alice ends up being in her jeep and ends up going full speed to the military base. Wow how did she know that the Demon is flying towards the airbase?</p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">In another scene, after learning of her father’s untimely departure, Alice actually has the composure to pick up the notepad the sergeant was writing on. But wait, how did she know that the address is Saya’s? Didn’t she only arrive there right after the shooting?</p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Many scenes later, Saya collapsed because of her injury. Alice, being a logical girl with decent band-aid knowledge knows she needs to clean the wound or change it or at least, extract the bullet yes? Nope. All Saya needs is human blood. Wait, how did Alice know that too? Saya never told Alice she drinks blood. In fact she only said that the “Council provides her with what she needs to live”.</p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">In the “World beyond the looking glass”, the first thing Alice said was, “This isn’t real!” Wow, someone who just woke up from a nasty fall realises that while Saya who has been up and about for a while, is blinded by her own desires. I would go “Where the hell is this place” if i were her.</p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Alice is invincible to damage</strong></span></p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">In this movie, Alice is invincible. After attacks from numerous mobs of Demons and loads of pushing and falling, there she suffers 0 scratches, 0 bruises, not even any thorn clothes!</p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">As Onigen picks Alice up in rage, Onigen summons a great ball of fire, which eventually leads to a giant explosion which threw Saya out of the entire blast radius. But i guess God Mode protected Alice from being totally degenerated. Onigens then proceeds to throw Alice like a ragdoll into the water.</p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">After a failed (Fail) rescuscitation by Saya, Alice wakes up from her “coma” in relatively perfect state. Impressive regeneration skills eh.</p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Japanese form switches on the go</strong></span></p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">From my brief understanding of Japanese, i understood everything Saya and Katou talked about but i can’t help but notice the extreme differences in tones by the actors…</p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">An example by Katou will be his honorifics for Saya:</p> <ol style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><li>Saya dono</li><li>Saya sama</li><li>Saya san</li><li>Saya</li><li>Omae!!!</li></ol> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Other random discontinuities</strong></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">First of all, why does a Demon with wings, want to cling on to an American flying transport to escape Saya? It doesn’t really make sense, since his flying abilites weren’t really damaged.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Also, nothing was really explained about Saya’s “deadly blood” as well as her eye colour changes. It all seems to look like over-dramatised special effects if you asked someone who has no concept of the show.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Saya and Alice travels with no destination. With only the clue that Onigen is in an “onsen” somewhere, they set off with no location address, no hotel name, no nothing to track down Onigen in actual fact. The only clue possible was a photograph of a hotel staff without his head. But hey, if their camera crew could have taken that photo, they would have encountered her by then already.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The wooden hut that Alice and Saya took refuge in is also a wtf moment as it looks as though it popped out from the ground.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Onigen’s umbrella magically evolves into a Katana. Wait, that is physically impossible. Why? Because the umbrella’s stick is a long round stick and the Katana is a curved… flat edge.</p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Final boss Onigen… sucks?</strong></span></p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">She just… dies? Wait, i didn’t even see any action there. In fact, her screen time is the shortest of all supposed “main” Characters in the show. Even the extras survived longer.</p> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">To conclude, this show is enjoyable as a whole because it not only provides a hot chick as a main lead (Twin braids with a relatively flat chest and some upskirts!), a freaking cool old dude and decent fight scenes, it also provided observant viewers with stuff to laugh about after the movie ends. In the meantime, I’ll hold on to my popcorn and wait for Transformers 2 to arrive in Singapore so till then,</p><strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">wa si lin lau bu!</strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> (i kid)"</span><br /><br /><br />YES! My exact sentiments about that show! I thought Terminator Salvation was bad, I thought Dragonball and Chun Li was worse, NOW, I found an ultimately bad movie. Worst of the worst. I should be labelled a fucking comedy and not some action movie.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-5825523324648524349?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-65655147290289943442009-06-10T19:20:00.001-07:002009-06-10T19:37:05.745-07:00<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I REMOVED MY CBOX!!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">TOO BAD JASON!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I seriously think you're fucking irritating. Just another coward who doesn't dare to use your real name and identity. Hiding behind some fucked up name. Fucking stupid. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And I also know that there are several "jasons" around (one of them being myself). Simply cuz, you guys like to continue to defame the real jason!!! HAHA. Job well done.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As for Charles, I hav no idea who you are. But if you're my friend, just msg me on facebook lah!</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >I KNOW THAT JASON SURE WONT MSG ONE WHAT.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Back to the Jason topic. Fucking angry. I keep quiet doesn't mean I'm mute ok. It's that I really don't wanna start another fight with you, stating how dumb and cowardly I think you are. All you do is to type useless comments on others' cbox and hiding behind that identity. </span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">IF YOU DARE THEN OWN UP LAH!!! SHOW YOURSELF LAH FUCKER!!! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I OFFICIALLY SAY I DESPISE YOU!!!</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >NEH NEH POO POO!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ok. I'm not angry. I'm just very very very glad he can no longer HARASS me and my friends.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Too bad... awwww.... don't cry. You can just go to one corner and sulk... maybe give mama a call and tell her someone bully you... awwww... don't just drown in self pity.... maybe I'll put my cbox back up if you behave... <span style="font-weight: bold;">NOT</span>!!!!</span> HAWHAWHAW<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Aiya. But I'll miss the times when he type comments that are so hilariously stupid that it never ceases to amaze me. </span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">So Jason, you can FUCK OFF now :D</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >THANK YOU VERY MUCH</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-6565514729028994344?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-18347428978977780952009-05-30T21:26:00.001-07:002009-05-30T21:29:22.620-07:00If there were no words<br />No way to speak<br />I would still hear you<br /><br />If there were no tears<br />No way to feel inside<br />I'd still feel for you<br /><br />And even if the sun refuse to shine<br />Even if romance ran out of rhyme<br />You would still have my heart<br />Until the end of time<br />You're all i need<br />My love, my valentine<br /><br />All of my life<br />I have been waiting for<br />All you give to me<br />You've opened my eyes<br />And showed me how to love unselfishly<br /><br />I've dreamed of this a thousand times before<br />In my dreams i couldn't love you more<br />I will give you my heart <br />Until the end of time<br />You're all i need<br />My love, my valentine<br /><br />And even if the sun refuse to shine<br />Even if romance ran out of rhyme<br />You would still have my heart<br />Until the end of time<br />Cuz all i need<br />Is you, my valentine<br /><br />You're all i need<br />My love, my valentine<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">If a guy were to sing this song to me, NICELY, not like william hung-ish, I will marry him. But, you know, I only want <span style="font-weight: bold;">someone</span> to sing that to me. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-1834742897897778095?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-82517450140377534282009-05-07T10:43:00.000-07:002009-05-07T11:19:17.648-07:00I hated my primary school days. I hated my classmates. I could literally just name you who I hated.<br /><br />I feel like just slapping all of them. Ok. Not all. Maybe those that I hated/hated me before.<br /><br />Call me sour grapes or whatever you wanna say but I seriously am not jealous. It's just pure hatred for my primary school days. Really. The type of hatred I have for them is those really genuine and sincere type, whereby you just wish they could all die in a "jigsaw" way; as in like the movie "SAW".<br /><br />I've only been to ONE of my primary school gatherings. And that was when I was in secondary 2 and I can say I was really stupid in secondary school too. From then onwards, I just refused to go. And I hardly could remember if I was even invited again, or, maybe I just couldn't care less. omg. *rolls eyes*<br /><br />I have reasons why I hated primary school. It's like, why Wolverine hated the government cuz they killed ppl for nothing. I was bullied. YES! WEILING IS BULLIED.<br /><br />Oh. I can SOOOOOOO remember how I was disliked by my fellow classmates. HOKAY. I was irritating last time. But aren't you all? I was the super talkative kind. Maybe that irritated my fellow EM1 classmates. I just wanted to make more friends. But all I got in return was them looking down at me. TEERIOUSLY, I hav no effing idea why. They're like these creatures who had their own social group and hierarchy and such complex relationships (on-off friendships) and they will NEVER allow anyone to enter their group unless they think you're of their calibre, which perhaps only martians possesses those qualities.<br /><br />Oh. I just so happen to recall some incidents that if in present situations, I might have reacted very differently. That perhaps mean, I would have blurted my whole vocabulary of vulgarities at them.<br /><br />PLUS, my teachers hated me. OH. <span style="font-weight: bold;">MRS TAN LAY LENG</span>. How could I even forget you and that PERVERTIC <span style="font-weight: bold;">MR LOH</span>. Oh. And that retarded, act cute and act small size<span style="font-weight: bold;"> MS ANGIE NGIO</span>. You guys really really hated me huh. HAHAHA. That's too bad. I'm doing better than half your students now, dumbass(es). Your feud has nothing to do with me. Go fight among yourself, best that you guys just get aids and see who lives longer lah. My bet is that mr loh dies 1st. Oh. Maybe he already IS dead now. Better be. I've cursed him for years. He deserves to.<br /><br />Sorry. It didn't help that MRS TAN looked like a nerd. Mr LOH, like I said, looked like a pervert. Ms NGIO was the worst. She thinks she is has a killer figure. She buys clothes from the kids section ( I SWEAR! SHE BOUGHT A WINNIE THE POOH SHIRT FROM THERE AND SHE EVEN BOASTED TO US THAT IT WAS FROM THE CHILDREN'S SECTION) and her face was just sorry to look at. urgh.<br /><br />Too bad. I tried googling for them. But I can't find them. Maybe they're all dead. HAHAHA. I hope they are. hahahaha. They're the worst kinda teachers ever.<br /><br />And those stupid classmates of mine who actually liked them, fuck you (all). That's why I've always tried to disassociate myself from you guys. Maybe other than those that stood neutral, the rest, you all should just rot in your "I heart Tan Lay Leng" hell.<br /><br />NABEI. Ok. I'm tired already. End of rant.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-8251745014037753428?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-30724588575393318502009-04-29T05:45:00.000-07:002009-04-29T06:11:41.712-07:00A friend that I recently have been confiding in asked me if I'm ok.<br /><br />He said I'm always send him such sad msgs.<br /><br />Oh well, friend, (if you're reading this and you know who you are) although I told you I'm happy that I'm learning life lessons,<br /><br />I know I'm lying.<br /><br />I know I'm lying when I said I'm happy.<br /><br />I know I'm lying when I look like I couldn't care less.<br /><br />I know I'm lying when I'm still jumping around and playing stupid pranks on people.<br /><br />I know I'm lying when I'm tell myself that everything will get better after the exams and when his internship starts.<br /><br />I know I'm lying when I tell myself that my friends will still be there for me.<br /><br />I know I'm lying when I won't repeat this semester.<br /><br />I know I'm lying when I tell myself and others that I CAN do without him.<br /><br />I know I'm lying when I say my tears have dried and I'm just waiting for the day to come.<br /><br />I know I'm lying when I still see myself living a happily-ever-after life with him next time.<br /><br />I know it's a lie when he still cares for me (sometimes).<br /><br />I know it's a lie when I lay in bed every night thinking I'm still able to hug him next time.<br /><br />I know everything is just a lie... to myself.<br /><br />I <span style="font-weight: bold;">AM</span> pretty much living in self denial.<br /><br />I'm not as happy as I look.<br /><br />I'm still care about every single thing in this relationship.<br /><br />I play pranks and joke around just because I wanna hide my sorrows and not make anyone worried (that is, IF, anyone cares about whether I'm sad or not.)<br /><br />I know things won't get any better after the exams. Worse, when he starts his internship. As bad as it sounds, I know he'll meet other chicks and I'm very sure he'll just leave me for a particular her next time.<br /><br />I know my friends are just tired of everything I face. They told me to leave. But I left them instead.<br /><br />I know I did badly this semester.<br /><br />I know I'll take a lot much time to heal from this relationship. I can do without him. My life will still go on, but, a large chunk of it is torn away from me.<br /><br />I know my tears ain't dry yet cuz they're still flowing down now even when I'm just typing this.<br /><br />I really don't want that day to come.<br /><br />I know the happily-ever-after life that I've been imagining will soon be shattered.<br /><br />I know he cares only because he is still human. He ain't that heartless. Yet.<br /><br />I know I will soon be only hugging myself and my tear soaked pillows to bed next time.<br /><br />I know.<br /><br />I'm still human. No matter how upset I was, I still hope for the best in the relationship which I very much cherished and loved for the 2 years.<br /><br />I envy my friends who found their true loves. It's a feeling that has been long gone in mine.<br /><br />I'm just living each day with a heavy heart that this is no longer a man that loves me as much as I love him.<br /><br />This is a man that no longer loves me, in fact.<br /><br />This is a man that I will bid farewell to.<br /><br />It hurts a lot when you know you love someone way more than he does. Now, I understand.<br /><br />This will be a life that seemed so far away.<br /><br />Love is lost.<br /><br />Friends will be lost.<br /><br />It's sad, isn't it?<br /><br />Just be glad, people, that it ain't happening to yours.<br /><br />At the end of it, I shouldn't be sad it's over, I should be happy that it happened.<br /><br />So, David, I really love you. I really do. I'm just sorry that we were never meant to last as much as I wanted to. Call me selfish, call me stupid, call me anything you want. But at the end of the day, I was just driven by the love for you. Don't worry. I'm not some stalker or what. I'm just more mentally prepared now.<br /><br />:...)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-3072458857539331850?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-49038467046633186022009-04-23T20:56:00.000-07:002009-04-23T21:00:36.573-07:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">I know i know... I disappeared for like 28796187439186y497321947143 million years. I'm back now alright.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">One word to sum up my life now - screwed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I seriously think I'm gonna retain already. heh. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Anyway, I think I should bring back the "Stupid messages I received" segment. Since now, I have facebook + friendster + myspace accounts.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I go gather some of the msgs 1st. Then I come back and update. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />I PROMISE!!!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-4903846704663318602?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-75641196412430271642009-04-05T22:43:00.000-07:002009-04-05T22:51:10.259-07:00I was watching S-factor on channel 5 yesterday.<br /><br />Saw a couple of familiar faces... hmmmm<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">BUT THAT SHOW TOTALLY MAKES THE GIRLS LOOK SO BIMBO!!!!!!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />I feel that it's kinda edited to show the ugly and, as I mentioned earlier, VICIOUS side of girls.<br /></span></span><br />omg. Can you believe it??? It's almost like the bitchiness from ANTM shipped right over to singapore!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><br />I feel that I might get a lot of bashing here but I kinda feel that you can just TELL from the show, who are the real bimbos and who are the act-bimbos.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />AIYA. I'm sure if I go, I'll look fucking bimbo too.<span style="font-size:78%;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;">(judging from the way i play foosball)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br />BUT ANYWAY, it sure is an interesting show. BAHAHAHAHAHA.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>p/s: They should really show more of the audition parts. MWAHAHAHA. Ain't that always the best part of every reality show???? It shows the embarrassing, the ugly, the stupid, the act smart, the BHB... EVERYTHING.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-7564119641243027164?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-66203877033343828922009-03-30T23:02:00.000-07:002009-03-30T23:11:00.250-07:00<span style="font-size:250%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'M ON <a href="http://www.twitter.com/">TWITTER</a>!!!!!!!!!!</span></span><br /><br /><br />If you dunno what that is, <span style="font-weight: bold;">YOU'RE OUTDATED</span>!<br /><br /><br />ok. joke.<br /><br />Anyway, that's kinda the "in" thing now. Lotsa Hollywood celebs are doing it. I thought it was quite dumb initially. But, I kinda thought for a while and realised, it might not be just as bad. Esp for ppl like me who always has random thoughts, but always too lazy to blog bout it. HEH.<br /><br /><br />Anyway, just check out my twitter page <a href="http://www.twitter.com/weilinged">here ♥</a><br /><br />haha. Don't ask me why I chose that name. I just thought you guys will share a moment of my life... hence... you're "weiling-ed".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">WAH. LAMENESS.</span></span><br /><br /><br />ok. back to doing design. submission in 2 weeks. SHITTY.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >p/s: if you go sign up for twitter now... you're just a kopi cat. COPYCAT!!!!!!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-6620387703334382892?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-83474478209500047082009-03-15T01:26:00.000-07:002009-03-15T01:56:38.365-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">I went to Alexandra Hospital's dental clinic the other day after I got the referral from the polyclinic to extract my wisdom teeth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I wanted to extract just the 2 teeth that have surfaced and causing quite a bit of pain and irritation due to the food trapped in between the wisdom tooth and my last tooth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The dentist gave me both good and bad news.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And so, as the dentist was checking my teeth, she asked, "So, you wore braces before right?". I was quite puzzled and answered "erm, no."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And, she was pretty surprised, she was like "OH WOW. Your teeth are very nicely aligned, and it looked like you wore braces before! wow... God gave you a set of very nice teeth..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">HEHHEH. I was quite happy lah. Didn't know my teeth were THAT nice.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">AND I REALLY WANNA WEAR BRACES!!! I LOVE BRACES LAH!!! So cute. Like ugly betty.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Anyway, that was the good news. haha. To me lah.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Then came the bad news...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The dentist then showed me the xray of my teeth (which was damn cool), she told me that my 2 left wisdom teeth has grown out and the lower one is almost perpendicular to my lower last tooth, which explains the food trap. (AND I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT MY LOWER WISDOM TOOTH IS NOT FULLY GROWN)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">She said the upper left tooth is ok, but is pretty near to my nerves; thereby explaining the pain.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">She said the right wisdom teeth is not out yet, but the upper right wisdom tooth will actually grow in the path of the right last tooth and will eat into its root and hence, it must be extracted out or else it'll affect my right last upper tooth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And so, she said "OK. I'll have to extract all 4 out together, so I'll put you under GENERAL ANAESTHESIA."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >WTF!!!????</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >JUST TO EXTRACT MY TOOTH HAVE TO PUT ME UNDER GA!!!!!!!!!!???????????</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">my god.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Then more bad news came. She said that after the extraction, cuz of the location of my wisdom teeth, sometimes, the blood will flow out from my nose or some shit like that. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">WTFFFFFFFFFFFFF</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And that, I'll probably feel numbness in my lower lip for A FEW MONTHS. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">WTFFFFF x 2</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >WHAT RUBBISH!!!!????</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But ok, I hope I'll lose weight cuz of that. The thought of me not being able to eat solid food makes me happy... in a way.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I hope I'll lose PLENTY of weight. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">In other news, I appeared in the apr issue of FHM. It was in the 100 GND thingy.<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">LIKE SUPER WTF MOMENT.<br /><br />WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING THERE!!!!????</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And the worse is,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">my name there is....</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">TITA LEO</span></span><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">YES. TITA LEO. YOU NEVER SEE WRONGLY.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >WHAT THE FUCK x 10000000000</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">WHO THE HELL IS TITA LEO??????????????????????????????? </span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Nabei. No wonder ppl have been asking me what is tita leo and even calling me tita leo. I have been pretty confused for days until GR told me yesterday that I appeared in FHM.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The photo of "Tita Leo" was a pic of me taken at Zoukout (when I filled in the stupid form for Fiona)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >NABEI. It's damn chui can. CHUI-NESS!!!!!!!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Wah liao eh. I was thinking, if I got in, then Tourm, Hazel and Huilin must have gotten in also what. It makes no sense loh.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Plus, I don't think my handwriting is so ugly till Weiling can become Tita Leo lor!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I just cant seem to morph Weiling into Tita Leo lah!!!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Double plus, IF they had chosen me, they would have let me know what!!! I didn't even know lah!!!!!!!!! WTF????</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >OMG. TITA LEO. BEST NAME EVER LAH.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">That shall be my new name from now.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">These few days got a lot of WTF moments.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-8347447820950004708?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-91295575354710362632009-02-23T03:42:00.000-08:002009-02-23T04:49:39.417-08:00I'm just spreading the boredom virus. Bear with me :)<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">25 randoms things you might know or not know about me.<br /><br />1. I have no idea why I choose Architecture. I think I'm lured into it, considering an Engineering student talked to me about the course during the open house.<br /><br />2. I don't hate Architecture, I just find it tiresome and stressful.<br /><br />3. I'm not gonna get my Masters in Architecture, I'm not gonna become an architect anyway.<br /><br />4. I LOVE DOGS, esp big dogs.<br /><br />5. I sometimes find small dogs too yappy. But, I still like them cuz they're really cute and loving.<br /><br />6. I don't hate cats, but I don't really like them either. I guess I'm just neutral.<br /><br />7. I hate my voice. It sounds so nasal and old. But I can't change it.<br /><br />8. I hate it when people imitate my voice. I ABSOLUTELY HATE IT. I may laugh about it, I'm actually chopping you up with an axe in my mind. I will never forget that dumb guy who teased me about my voice. (he was the one we met at mimolette and gave us a ride to zouk. He's just an ugly mother fucker who ought to get AIDS.)<br /><br />9. I hate my legs. I hate my thighs. They're too big.<br /><br />10. I'm WAYYYYY too fickle minded. I always cannot decide on things. damn.<br /><br />11. I dislike going shopping alone, or even doing something alone. Even if it means walking along a street or taking public transport.<br /><br />12. I think I'm too old for zouk (or phuture)<br /><br />13. I HATE stupid people. If you think 7x7=28, you should just go die. Really. You won't survive in this world with such stupidity.<br /><br />14. Even though I hate stupid people, I think I can tolerate stupid people who are good looking, I mean at least, look-able. Which means, at least I can look past your stupidity and tell myself that God is just fair.<br /><br />15. I don't really have a goal in life. I just want to live everyday as it is. Which is bad. Very bad.<br /><br />16. I'm get scared easily. When alone in a room, every single noise will startle me. I thank my vivid imagination for that.<br /><br />17. Sounds cheapo but I really really like Cotton On. I think their clothes are cheap and good looking enough. But they're getting a bit more costly nowadays. Despicable. Make us addicted then raise price.<br /><br />18. I like reading wikipedia. I can read it for hours. EVERYTHING is there. Movie plots, celeb profiles, history of places.... EVERYTHING. It's my most visited webby.<br /><br />19. I can eat cream pasta, KFC (2 pc chicken) or mixed veg rice EVERYDAY and not get sian of it. In fact, I eat almost the same food everyday.<br /><br />20. I recently started my nail-biting habit again. DAMN IT. It took me SO DAMN LONG TO QUIT.<br /><br />21. I think guys who use cheesy pick up lines on girls should just go fuck themselves. I get irritated with them easily and I show my irritation. (YES. It's that ugly LEON guy at Supperclub I'm talking about. "oh. we're walking around and we decided that you girls are the best looking girls around." NABEI LAH. )<br /><br />22. I think facebook is becoming more and more like friendster, while friendster is trying to be more like facebook. Soon, they'll be the same. Ain't that scary? So why did ALL OF US move from friendster to facebook for?<br /><br />23. I really really really wanna get tattoos. I've already thought about the designs I want. A japanese koi tattoo on the side of my body, the words "quod me nutruit, me destruit" on my arm or lower back, a portrait of Leo and maybe, portraits of my family or anything that can remind me of them. I hope the japanese koi tattoo can be done by Chris Garver and the portrait of Leo can be done by Kat Von D.<br /><br />24. I hate it when David tries to tickle my armpit. Or neck. They're like sensitive zones where people can never ever touch it. It triggers a really funny reaction from me, the reactions ranges from a slap to a really irritated look to an unstoppable laugh.<br /><br />25. I like horror movies but I always get scared after that (thanks to my vivid imagination again). I can always imagine the story lines come true and happen in real, then I'd rather kill myself.<br /></span><br />AND... one more.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? No.<br /><br />2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Last week lah.<br /><br />3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? My handwriting depends on my mood. I like it in general.<br /><br />4. DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND? IF NO, WOULD YOU WANT ONE? yeah.<br /><br />5. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I think so, I hope so.<br /><br />6. DO YOU USE SARCASM? <strong>TONS.</strong><br /><br />7. HOW DO YOU WANT YOUR LIFE TO BE IN A COUPLE OF YEARS? (REALISTICALLY PLEASE) Tai tai life... everyday play mahjong.<br /><br />8. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? YES<br /><br />9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? It used to be this one called apple tree or something, but it's outta production -___-" It's honey stars now<br /><br />10. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? If I can, no.<br /><br />11. WOULD YOU MOVE AGAIN? I hope not.<br /><br />12. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Their looks e.g face, smile etc<br /><br />13. RED OR PINK? Red. It's sexier<br /><br />14. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? <strong>My legs and my voice.</strong><br /><br />15. WHAT DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My free time.<br /><br />16. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Family<br /><br />17. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST? Huh. I don't care.<br /><br />18. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW? Black. No shoes.<br /><br />19. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? David's stupid show's NOISE.<br /><br />20.WHAT ANNOYS YOU THE MOST? David demanding people around, or when he does things that he scolded people for.<br /><br />21. FAVORITE SMELLS? Famous Amos Cookies! And curry.<br /><br />22. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Virginia<br /><br />23. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? I don't know the person.<br /><br />24. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? I hate watching sports.<br /><br />25. HAIR COLOR? Brown.<br /><br />26. EYE COLOR? Brown.<br /><br />27. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAJOR REGRETS? Duh.<br /><br />28. FAVORITE FOOD? Cream Pasta, KFC<br /><br />29. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Scary movies.<br /><br />30. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED, AND WITH WHOM? Doubt with Elyn, Ian, Wilson, Clara<br /><br />31. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Blue<br /><br />32. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter. Let it snow let it snow let it snow...<br /><br />33. HUGS OR KISSES? BOTH!<br /><br />34. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? No one.<br /><br />35. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Everyone.<br /><br />36. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? No books.<br /><br />37. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? HIAK HIAK HIAK. No mouse pad.<br /><br />38. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? Not watching tv.<br /><br />39.WHAT LITTLE THING MAKES YOU HAPPY? Hugs and kisses<br /><br />40. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? None.<br /><br />41. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Shanghai<br /><br />42. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Twisting my tongue both ways? Talking cock?<br /><br />43 WHERE WERE U BORN? Singapore American Hospital aka Eastshore Hospital now.<br /><br />44. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? No one's.<br /><br />45. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER? Zouk.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><br />AND...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />JUST JOKING LAH! No more lah. Siao.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-9129557535471036263?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-86325457334925280642009-02-22T06:07:00.000-08:002009-02-22T07:10:35.302-08:00But I'm doing quizzes and reading people's notes on facebook.<br /><br /><br /><br />I hate the whole notes thing cuz it kinda reminds me of friendster.<br /><br /><br /><br />That's why I always say Facebook is becoming more and more like friendster.<br /><br /><br /><br />ok.<br /><br /><br /><br />This is one of the notes I found quite interesting.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Rules:It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people.Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">1. What is your name : Weiling</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">2. A four Letter Word : Wail</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">3. A boy's Name : Weilong</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">4. A girl's Name : Wanlin</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">5. An occupation : Waiter</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">6. A color : White</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">7. Something you'll wear : Watch</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">9. A food : Wagyu Beef Burger?<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">10. Something found in the bathroom: Water</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">11. A place : Woodlands!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">12. A reason for being late : Waiting for cab?<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">13. Something you'd shout : What the fuck!?<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">14. A movie title : Watchmen</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">15. Something you drink : WATER<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">16. A musical group : Westlife<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">17. An animal : Whale</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">18. A street name : Woodlands Ave 1, 2, 3, 4........100........10000.......100000</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">19. A type of car : Weismann Coupe</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">20. The title of a song : Wait for you - Elliot Yamin</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Ok. 1 done. Damn bored. </span><br /><br />Anyway, I realised I'm damn good with quizzes that involves hollywood or disney. HIAK HIAK HIAK.<br /><br />OK NEXT.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">1. Where is your cell phone? On the table, right under my chin.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">2. Your significant other? Beside me, watching a REALLY REALLY STUPID SHOW</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">3. Your hair? Hairband-ed, Tied up</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">4. Your favorite thing? My phone.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">5. Your dream last night? I can't remember.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">6. Your favorite drink? Iced Milo</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">7. Your dream/goal? To travel around the world (and to earn enough to do that)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">8. What room you are in? erm... David's "computer" room.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">9. Your hobby? Reading Wikipedia.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">10. Your fear? Failing this sem and thus, retaining.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">11. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Hopefully, some part of the world, <strong>enjoying</strong>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">12. Where were you last night? <strong>MAHJONG</strong>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">13. Muffins? Sunshine Plaza... secret! BEST MUFFINS EVER.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">14. Wish list item? A new laptop, more moolah.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">15. Where you grew up? Chai Chee, Yishun and Pasir Ris</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">16. Last thing you did? Drank water.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">17. What are you wearing? T shirt and shorts.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">18. Your TV? Not on? No one is around.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">19. Your pets? Leo is sleeping in his crate.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">20. Your friends? Huh? Dunno lah. Doing design?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">21. Your life? In a mess.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">22. Your mood? Bored, that's why I'm doing this stupid survey shit.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">23. Missing someone? Yeah. Louis, Francis, Bill and Zoey.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">24. Car? Lexus RX300. Ferrari F430 also can.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">25. Something you're not wearing? Shoes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">26. Your favorite store? Cotton On!!! wah. so cheapo. ok lah. erm. Forever 21?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">27. Your favorite color? Black</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">28. When is the last time you laughed? 5 secs ago.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">29. Last time you cried? Last week</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">30. Who will resend this? No one. OH oh oh! Probably someone as bored as me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">31. One place that I go to over and over? School...Nabei.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">32. One person who emails me regularly? lijun.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">33. Favorite place to eat? hmmm. KFC? Or anyplace that has nice cream pastas like Ma Maison</span><br /><br />OK. NEXT.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">***********FOOD-OLOGY***************</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">What is your salad dressing of choice? Thousand Island</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">What is your favorite sit-down restaurant? Morton's...ok. the waiters are a bit too naggy for me. Ma Maison's fine too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">What food could you eat for 2 weeks straight and not get sick of it? CREAM PASTA</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">What are your pizza toppings of choice? Seafood? Ham and TONS OF CHEESE.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">What do you like to put on your toast? Butter and Kaya</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">**********TECHNOLOGY***************</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">How many television sets are in your house? 3</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">what color of cell phone do you have? Black and Silver</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">***************BIOLOGY******************</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Are you right-handed or left-handed? Right</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Have you ever had anything removed from your body? Pus.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">What is the last heavy item you lifted? My bag.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Have you ever been knocked unconscious? Nope. I hope not too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">************BULLCRAPOLOGY**************</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? Not really.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">If you could change your name, what would you change it to? I can't think of a better name that suits me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000? <strong>GIMME THE MONEY 1ST AND I'll DRINK IT!</strong></span><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">************DUMBOLOGY******************</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">How many pairs of flip flops do you own? 5</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Last time you had a run-in with the cops? I'm too lawful.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Last person you talked to? David Tan</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Last person you hugged? Leo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">**************FAVORITOLOGY****************</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Season? In singapore, the seasons are Hot, Hotter and Hottest. So, I guess I prefer Hot.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Day of the week? FRIDAY!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">***********CURRENTOLOGY*****************</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Missing someone? Yeah. My family.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Mood? Pukish... Ate too much durians... the smell is lingering in my throat.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">What are you listening to? Broken Strings by James Morrison and Nelly Furtado.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Watching? Time flying by </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Worrying about? my FUCKING design</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">***************RANDOMOLOGY*****************</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">First place you went this morning? Toilet</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">What's the last movie you saw? Slumdog Millionaire</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Do you smile often? I smile, snigger, giggle, smirk, laugh and guffaw very very often.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">QUESTIONS</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">1) Do you always answer your phone? <strong>NO.</strong> HELL HELL HELL no.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">2) It's four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it? heh... zee.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">3) If you could change your eye color what would it be? Blue grey</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">4) What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? huh? WTF?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">5) Do you own a digital camera? Samsung dunno what lah</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">6) Have you ever had a pet fish? Some guppy which died a month later -____-"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">7) Favorite Christmas song? Let it snow... PLEASE... LET IT SNOW!!! IN SINGAPORE!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">8) What's on your wish list for your birthday? Just gimme lotsa money. I'll settle everything else myself</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">9) Can you do push ups? I wear push ups.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">10) Can you do a chin up? No.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">11) Does the future make you more nervous or excited? None. It makes me sian to know I'm getting older.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">12) Do you have any saved texts? Used to have.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">13) Ever been in a car wreck? No. And I hope not too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">14) Do you have an accent? Tell me and I'll fake it for you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">15) What is the last song to make you cry? Beautiful love by Kiss Japan or something. I watch the MTV till i cry.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">16) Plans tonight? Supposed to be design. But it's now mahjong.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">17) Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom? Yeah... It's probably one of those moments like..NOW.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">18) Name 3 things you bought in the last week? Ciggs, Macs, Cardboard</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">19) Have you ever been given roses? Yeah</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">20) Current worry? That I'll lose in mahjong later</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">21) Current hate right now? design</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">22) Met someone who changed your life? Positively? not really. Negatively? TONS.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">23) How did you bring in the New Year? Sleep.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">24) What song represents you? No song in particular</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">25) Name three people who might complete this? This is not facebook, so I'm not gonna ans.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">26) What were you doing at 12 AM last night? Playing Mahjong</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">27) What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? Where the hell is david tan.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">28) Who was the first person you thought of when you woke up? David tan.</span><br /><br /><br />ARGH. Ok. enough liao.<br /><br />Design time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-8632545733492528064?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-30227669626687740202009-02-17T06:27:00.000-08:002009-02-17T06:49:41.649-08:00But I'm totally watching funny videos on youtube.<br /><br />This one is kinda slow, but the ending is kinda funny.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BvJ6Z8TNaKs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BvJ6Z8TNaKs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />And this, got me laughing real hard. Fucking funny. Esp the last part.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gugIfOSs1-8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gugIfOSs1-8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />My god. I wonder if they really can do that.<br /><br />AMAZING.<br /><br />I esp like the balloon part. Got me laughing like an idiot.<br /><br />Hope it gets you laughing too :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-3022766962668774020?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-28755345289187275422009-02-10T19:34:00.000-08:002009-02-10T20:02:58.029-08:00This morning, when I was doing my work on the mahjong table, I heard the vibration of my hp.<br /><br />That is pretty much<span style="font-weight: bold;"> miraculous</span> cuz<br />1) my phone was in my bag and deep inside; covered by all that junk in my bag<br />2) my bag is about 3m away<br />3) my cardigan was covering my bag<br />4) I was stirring my milo (which in turn caused that "ting ting ting" sound like ah peks in kopitiams<br />5) I seldom seldom seldom pick up my calls cuz my phone is forever in silent mode (my friends would know that)<br /><br />So, I thought it might be one of my studio mates calling to tell me about the site visit later and what to do on fri OR my girlies asking me where I'll be before meeting them for dinner.<br /><br />I literally ran over to my bag and frantically search for my phone (by touch) and <span style="font-weight: bold;">TA DAH!</span> I found it.<br /><br />The call was from an unknown number although the number is still displayed on the screen.<br /><br />My 1st thought was Zee (cuz she always uses her house phone or something to call me).<br /><br />Here goes the conversation which was pretty fucked up.<br /><br />Me: "hello?" *sniffs*<br /><br />Girl on the line : "ZHHEHHHHHZHEHHHH" (those very bad connection sounds)<br /><br />Me: "HELLO?"*sniff sniff*<br /><br />Girl on the line: " Hi m'dm, this is calling from Marie France Bodyline."<br /><br />Me: "errr. ok."*sniff*<br /><br />GOTL: " M'dm, have you heard of Marie France Bodyline before?"<br /><br />Me, <span style="font-weight: bold;">THINKING</span>," Duh! Who hasn't?" - then imitating christy chung turning her body in btw 2 cars' side mirrors.<br /><br />Me: " erm. ya." *sniff*<br /><br />GOTL:" Oh great! We're actually having a promotion right now and you're one of the lucky ones who are chosen by us. You're actually entitled to a complimentory spa treatment (or something like that) and there's only 2 slots left (which I presume she meant that there's only 2 more girls who will be "chosen"). This promotion is absolutely free and there's no obligations to it. This promotion is for a limited period which is till the end of February. So M'dm, would you like to go ahead and book an appointment with us? We have 7 outlets currently - Bishan, Jurong (goes on to list the 7 outlets -__-"), so when would you be free to book and appointment?"<br /><br />Me, <span style="font-weight: bold;">THINKING</span>, "wah. ZHUN BOH??? So heng meh. must be someone bao toh my number. but a free spa treatment with no obligations thereafter sounds good. Plus, the 1 week holiday is just a week again and still within feb."<br /><br />Me: " erm.. ok... but can I can't actually confirm an appointment yet cuz I have school actually.."*sniff*<br /><br />GOTL:"OH! Are you a student M'dm?"<br /><br />Me:"ya..."<br /><br />GOTL:" OH! haha. Cuz you sound so <span style="font-weight: bold;">matured</span>."<br />Me:".................oh. haha." *sniffs*<br /><br />GOTL:"oh. Then ok, thank you M'dm"<br /><br />Me: "...................................................................................................................."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">NABEI</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So... I guess they never check the background of ppl they call?</span><br /><br />And where did they get my number from?<br /><br />And they <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">HAO YI SI</span> call already, realise I'm a student and then never even bother explaining why I can't "book" an appointment and hung up.<br /><br />I have even signed up for any marie france/expression/jean yip thingy. Don't think my friends have.<br /><br />Stupid shit.<br /><br />Yet another reason to hate my voice. ( but i was having one of those morning flu thingy. sneezing non stop before the call)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-2875534528918727542?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-85254182400235601062009-02-08T02:27:00.000-08:002009-02-08T02:42:08.608-08:00In case you dodos don't know who they are or can't read English (from their names), they are the twin daughter and son of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.<br /><br />They are the 2 HOTTEST people on the planet.<br /><br />Shiloh (their 1st biological daughter) was already terribly cute (and has apparently inherited her mum's SEXY lips).<br /><br />Of course, 2 is always better than 1. Hence, the twins were double the cuteness!!!<br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/WEILIN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/WEILIN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/WEILIN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SY60sLuUAGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0VYrv4acYtw/s1600-h/shiloh-jolie-pitt-holding-viv-thumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SY60sLuUAGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0VYrv4acYtw/s320/shiloh-jolie-pitt-holding-viv-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300372482615935074" border="0" /></a><br />This is a pic of big sister Shiloh holding one of the twins (don't ask me which one)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SY62hF6mI4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/7SGoTEQcfNU/s1600-h/twins.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SY62hF6mI4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/7SGoTEQcfNU/s320/twins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300374491101537154" border="0" /></a><br />OMG!!! Aren't they so terribly cute???? Sheesh. Look at their big blue eyes!!! omg.<br /><br /><br />3 words: SO TOTALLY CUTE.<br /><br /><br /><br />I want my babies to look like them!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-8525418240023560106?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-83679918238896730602009-02-04T01:38:00.000-08:002009-02-04T02:18:41.734-08:00It's hard to believe some ppl can be so childish.<br /><br />It's even harder to believe some BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS and HOT ppl can be so childish.<br /><br />It's the hardest to believe that some BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS and HOT ppl that you knew and thought was a "nice girl" can be so childish.<br /><br />MY OH MY.<br /><br />It was all just a stupid misunderstanding.<br /><br />PLUS, it's not like her bf is spectacularly good looking.<br /><br />DOUBLE PLUS, threatening my poor friend? okayyyyyyy... I know she's QUITE famous in the modeling industry, BUT, what does she get outta threatening her (my friend)?<br />You know what I get? I get it that she's just a bloody loser. oh. sorry. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sore</span> loser. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sour grapes.</span><br /><br />TRIPLE PLUS, my dear friend is definitely seeing someone else, WAYYYYYY hotter than her pathetic bf. DUH.<br /><br />One word:<br /><br />SIAO.<br /><br /><br />If she's born a causasian. I truly believe that she'd be a blonde. A really really dumb blonde. One who will mistake a microwave for a tv.<br /><br />Because, she obviously can't see that not everyone wants HER bf. Our eyes are not covered by a stamp.<br /><br /><br />Alright alright... he's cute. But he's not THAT cute lah. Not enough for me to go like " awww... I can get why she's pissed." or "OH MY GOD. I know why she gets jealous SO easily. He's HOT."<br /><br /><br />He's just an "oh. ok la. quite cute."<br /><br /><br />Oh well. Shall not judge ppl so soon. But I know a dumb bitch when I see one.<br /><br /><br />Aiya. Just wanted to rant a little about bitches.<br /><br /><br /><br />P/S: A reward for guessing who I'm talking about *winks*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-8367991823889673060?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-17906982316951783452009-01-31T22:45:00.000-08:002009-02-01T04:33:35.285-08:00It's been a really really long time since I last posted an entry<br /><br />I've been terribly lazy. Can't be bothered to do anything.<br /><br />I've decided to play lesser mahjong with D and his friends; since I'm always to one who causes unhappiness.<br /><br />*ok. start of rants.*<br /><br />While <span style="font-weight: bold;">SOMEONE </span>can piss him off by shouting at him, I can hardly even raise my voice at him without him shouting right back at me. He wasn't pissed at that someone for long <span style="font-weight: bold;">ANYWAY</span>. It just took a few drinks before he forgot he said "I won't ever call or play mahjong with her again UNTIL she fucking apologizes!"<br /><br />I didn't know apologies <span style="font-weight: bold;">come in the form of wine</span>. Moreover, I don't even think she was the one who bought the wine. Fucked-up-ness.<br /><br />Well. I may have tonnes of excuses (as according to him) but I think excuses are sometimes really reasons. Reasons are excuses when you choose not to accept it.<br /><br />So I guess D's excuse for going for THAT "apologetic" drink was that he was going to eat at Aston's (6th ave) with Wil.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh really?</span></span><br /><br />Of so many goddamn places, you'd rather choose to eat at the place <span style="font-weight: bold;">NEAREST</span> to Denise (the wine shop) where <span style="font-weight: bold;">SOMEONE</span> was having drinks. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >How COINCIDENTAL. Singapore is REALLY very small leh.</span><br /><br />Oh well. Since D doesn't think he has done anything wrong at all, so be it. But, this is one entry whereby I think I'm in the right to be pissed.<br /><br />My dear D (in case you happen to read my blog, but i think you hardly ever do), YES, I'm pissed. You always say "aiya. you say so many bad things about XXXX, then why do you still hang out with XXXX??". <span style="font-weight: bold;">Then, YES, WHY DO YOU STILL WANNA GO FOR THAT DRINK WHEN YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ANGRY AT @#$%^&amp;*??????????????????</span><br /><br />And YES, I'm bloody pissed off cuz I WAS SPOT ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Don't you just hate it when something you said happened when you really don't want it to happen??? E.g. When you see a Ferrari speeding down the road, you just casually say " OH. It's gonna get into an accident later. DRIVE SO FAST." and the next instance, you hear a BANG and the Ferrari really crashed. It's like, a curse come true. Even Toto also not so zhun. nabeh.<br /><br />So, as I was saying, I'm bloody pissed off cuz I was bloody right about what he'll do. Seriously, what he did made me think why I'm not a bloody fortune teller. I should probably start giving you guys 4D numbers right now.<br /><br />Right before D and I left, @#$%^&amp;* called and asked him if he wants a few drinks cuz she happened to be nearby. In fact, I think it's a stupid EXCUSE cuz @#$%^&amp;*'s house is like 5 mins away from D's.<br /><br />I really really REALLY shouldn't have eavesdropped. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">REGRETFULNESS</span></span>. hmm. It wasn't exactly my fault that the speaker was bloody loud.<br /><br />But anyway, knowing that it was @#$%^&amp;*, I was already pretty damn buay song that he still bothered to ans @#$%&amp;^&amp;*'s call.<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> ANGRY THEN DON'T ANSWER LAH! CHEEBYE.</span></span><br /><br />Then knowing that @#$%^&amp;* asked him for drinks, I was even more <span style="font-weight: bold;">BUAY SONG </span>that D said that he'll get changed 1st and then let @#$%^&amp;* know later. OK. ZHUN LIAO.<br /><br />Then I said, "Angry with ppl then don't go." and D said " no lah. I'm not going lah."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">CHEEBYE. Still got the bloody cheek to say that leh. Nabeh.</span><br /><br />Then I said," AIYA. YOU SAY THAT MEANS YOU SURE WILL GO LATER ALREADY" and D said " No lah. I won't go lah. I also dunno her friends."<br /><br />AND I SAID " HEH. MEANS YOU SURE WILL GO LIAO." AND HE ACTUALLY SAID "AIYA DARLING... CAN YOU DON'T BE LIKE THIS?"<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">SEE LAH????????????????????????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">HOW NOT TO BE PISSED???????????????????????</span></span><br /><br />That's why I say, don't you hate to be spot on about something you don't actually want it to happen?<br /><br />I'm so damn angry now that tears are actually flowing down my cheeks.<br /><br />I was really really stupid to think that maybe I should have some trust in him. So when I actually was on the train, I decided not to call him CUZ I really hoped he wouldn't go.<br /><br />AH. God just likes to FUCK your mind up like that. Oh. sorry. I not christian. ok. Buddha just likes to fuck up your mind like that.<br /><br />I tell you, the chances of you getting aids by fucking a whore is probably 50% but me being spot on yesterday was about 99.9%.<br /><br />I was just dumb to convince myself to be in that 0.01%.<br /><br />And, ppl can actually ask why I don't trust him? <span style="font-weight: bold;">HOW TO TRUST HIM?</span><br /><br />Very often, I question myself. WHY CAN'T I HAVE MORE TRUST IN HIM??? I hate having so little trust. It kinda fucks you mind up whenever you're not with him. He's like an unleashed and unfaithful dog that is walking beside you tamely - you know he usually wont do that but you don't know why he did that and you aren't sure when he'll actually just take off and run.<br /><br />The worst thing is that, this whole thing will be my bloody fault anyway. So, I can only sulk to myself. I can't even turn to his friends. There's no one there I can rely and actually pour my unhappiness to.<br /><br />GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR *angry*<br /><br />OK. Time to say about other things.<br /><br />I recently got some addiction with Left 4 dead. It's bloody fun. It's a zombie shooting game. haha. The funny thing is, the zombies don't actually bite you and eat you up (like normal zombies would). When they get you, they'll just kick you and scratch you and beat you up till you die. HURHURHUR. It's pretty scary leh. I hate surprises like when you turn around and you see that bloody zombie running towards you. I'll scream.<br /><br />I hope this new addiction will replace my old addiction for mahjong (with D and his friends). So when they play mahjong, I'll entertain myself.<br /><br />Anyway, I've gotta run now. Got 3 A3 panels to do out by tmr. I finished HALF. GG..............<br /><br />ok. will rant next time.<br /><br />Meanwhile, beware of sluts (that was what he called @#$%^&amp;*, not me). They control the minds of your bfs and fucks you upside down.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >UPDATE</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">: D apologized. He said he didn't intend to go Astons. It was Wil who wanted to go. And when he turned into Anamalai Ave, Jacelyn happened to turn around and saw him. And he was waiting for her apology. I didn't think that was a good enough EXCUSE. But, at least he apologized.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-1790698231695178345?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-88284611985979003732009-01-13T17:50:00.000-08:002009-01-13T17:54:37.190-08:00<div class="entry-title"><li><b><a href="http://www.hollywoodrag.com/index.php?/weblog/britney_spears_is_wearing_a_magic_ring_to_give_her_confidence/">Britney Spears Is Wearing A ‘Magic’ Ring To Give Her Confidence</a></b></li></div> <!-- entry --> The 'Womanizer' singer has been spotted wearing a <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">tourmaline</span></span> band, which<br />claims to boost inner strength and provide a sense of stability.<br /><br />The rock was given to her by the celebrity designer Dara Dubinet to help her<br />get back on track following her public breakdown last January.<br /><br />Dara told Life and Style Weekly magazine: "<i>I made the ring<a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.hollywoodrag.com/index.php?/weblog/britney_spears_is_wearing_a_magic_ring_to_give_her_confidence/#"><span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: verdana,helvetica,verdana,Arial,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;color:blue;" ><span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: verdana,helvetica,verdana,Arial,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;"></span></span></a> with Britney in<br />mind. When something is made with good intention, it carries that positive<br />energy to the person who ends up wearing it</i>."<br /><br />It was recently claimed Britney has lost confidence in her dancing ability<br />and has been missing rehearsals for her new world tour <a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.hollywoodrag.com/index.php?/weblog/britney_spears_is_wearing_a_magic_ring_to_give_her_confidence/#"><span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: verdana,helvetica,verdana,Arial,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;color:blue;" ><span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: verdana,helvetica,verdana,Arial,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;"></span></span></a> because she is too<br />embarrassed.<br /><br /><img src="http://pics.hollywoodrag.com/uploads3/dancerb.jpg" /><br /><br />The 27-year-old star - who is preparing for her first arena tour in five<br />years - is said to be reluctant to dance<a id="KonaLink2" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.hollywoodrag.com/index.php?/weblog/britney_spears_is_wearing_a_magic_ring_to_give_her_confidence/#"><span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: verdana,helvetica,verdana,Arial,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;color:blue;" ><span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: verdana,helvetica,verdana,Arial,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;"></span></span></a> in front of choreographer Wade<br />Robson, who she has worked with since 1999.<br /><br />A source said: "<i>She didn't want him to see that she's not as good as she<br />used to be</i>."<br /><br />Britney kicks off her tour in New Orleans on March 3.<br /><br />Source: Hollywoodrag (www. hollywoodrag.com)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-8828461198597900373?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-23128179499249140822009-01-10T21:22:00.001-08:002009-01-10T21:37:06.202-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Urgh.</span><br /><br />I've been feeling emo since yesterday.<br /><br />I just suddenly feel that I'm so good for nothing.<br /><br />It's like... I'm more like a jack of all trades, but a master of none.<br /><br />No.<br /><br />In fact, I'm not even a jack of all trades.<br /><br />I'm like a jack of SOME trades, but a master of none.<br /><br />You see...<br /><br />I'm not beautiful<br /><br />I'm not clever and smart<br /><br />I'm not rich<br /><br />I'm not thin<br /><br />I don't have a good figure<br /><br />I don't have good complexion<br /><br />I don't have nice hair<br /><br />I can't draw<br /><br />I can't sing<br /><br />I can't dance<br /><br />I can't act<br /><br />I can't cook<br /><br />I'm not good at sports<br /><br />I don't have a good character, like, you know... I don't think I'm kind hearted enough<br /><br />I'm not even good at mahjong<br /><br />I'm not even NEAR to perfection at all<br /><br />It's like... I kept thinking about it... it's bugging me so much that I find myself irritating and so unlikeable.<br /><br /><br /><br />Nothing is making me feel better<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I feel so inferior<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm just so useless...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">p/s: Don't try to console me. I'll just feel worse cuz I've already thought of all the things you guys will say and I know how to answer back.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-2312817949924914082?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-11292628643349127982009-01-09T00:58:00.000-08:002009-01-09T00:59:12.037-08:00This is pretty damn funny<br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIutgtzwhAc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIutgtzwhAc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-1129262864334912798?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-30297381408377517192008-12-22T18:56:00.000-08:002008-12-22T19:24:55.146-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">I did a shoot for HotStuff mag yesterday.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">IT WAS FUCKING TIRING.</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Actually, I don't even think it's worth the money at all. The pay was kinda low. Plus, I had to endure all the insect bites and horrible horrible weather. The weather was kinda nice at first, but it turned really nasty and hot nearing the end of the shoot. I was kinda sun burnt.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SI BEH JIA LAT SIA!!!</span><br /><br />Anyway, I didn't really wanna go for the shoot. I mean, the pay was really low and I don't think HotStuff is a "decent" magazine and I really don't want guys to wank over my photo. I mean, I suppose it's NOT SO bad but I just don't like it. HOWEVER, I really am terribly broke. So I hope this MEASLY 150 bucks could just turn out to be helpful in time. AND, I got the job even though I didn't go for casting. I didn't wanna go for the casting cuz I suddenly decided that I don't want this kinda exposure. But, I got it anyway, to which I was rather surprised. So, yeah...<br /><br />But overall, I had a good experience lah (minus the sucky weather and all the fucking big bugs flying around). The photographer was nice and it wasn't too sleazy. Ok. I felt a few shots were really kinda sleazy but it was still tolerable. It was naked or half naked can already. I was in my shorts and tank top, so I guess the clothes aren't too sleazy either. The "rep" from the mag was also there and she, too, was terrified of bugs. We call it BUG-SENSITIVE. It was really funny that one moment I was TRYING to pose seriously for the camera and the next moment (after the camera snapped) I WAS RUNNING FOR MY LIFE! The mosquitoes were HUGE and their bites are all AT LEAST the size of a 20 cents coin. WTF!!! And that stupid photographer kept laughing at me for that. GRRRRRRRRRRR<br /><br />Ok. I shall stop here and go shit now. Having tummy aches since I started typing this post.<br /><br />I think the shoot will be for the Feb issue and I will be on the cover. And, I think the shoot for the tic tac is out already. Elyn and Edison told me they saw me. I haven't see the ad yet. SO weird.<br /><br />KTHANKSBYE.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-3029738140837751719?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-4443420298103957402008-12-04T01:19:00.000-08:002008-12-04T01:48:50.758-08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;">I'VE FALLEN IN LOVE!!!!</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">It's the most amazing feeling...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">like a flower will blossom with every step you step<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">like you're fluttering like a butterfly</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">like the skies are blue for you</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;">like you're sliding down the arches of the rainbow<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;">AWWWWWWWWWWWW.... I'm so in love.............................................</span><br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">.<br />.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">WITH THE LITTLE NYONYA!!!!!!!!!!</span></strong><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">It's like the best show EVER!!!!!!</span><br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">I can't even remember when was the last time I got so addicted to Ch 8 shows.<br /><br />Ch 8 shows suck man... till now!<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">DID YOU GUYS EVEN WATCH IT!!!???<br /><br />You seriously should man.<br /></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Esp when the theme song is sung by Olivia Ong.<br /></span></strong><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_Zvp6in-h8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_Zvp6in-h8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">I'm beginning to like Jeanette Aw. I used to think she can't act for fuck and blah blah blah.<br /><br />But after watching this, I feel that <strong>SHE SHOULD WIN THE BEST ACTRESS AWARD</strong>. YES! She totally should.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Everytime I watch the show, I feel the wickedness of those BITCHES (e.g. Guihua (Lin Mei Jiao) and Meiyu (Apple Hong). I FEEL LIKE STABBING THEM!<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I feel the kindness of Juxiang (Jeanette Aw) but at times, I feel that she's kinda stupid.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#99ff99;">I feel that TianLan (Xiang Yun) is dumb. For once, I approve of those bitchy, slutty, bad mouthing 2nd mistresses. WHY IS SHE NOT LIKE THAT!!!???<br /></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">BEST OF ALL, ALL THE HUNKS ARE THERE!!!</span></strong> <span style="font-size:78%;">(sounds so bimbotic -_____-")<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">I don't know who is that guy acting as Yousuke aka Yang jie aka that little jap aka juxiang's hubby BUT I THINK HE IS DAMN FUCKING CUTE. His eyes are so mesmerizing... *drools* (Baby David, being a spoiler and a jealous lover, thinks he's just ok. chey.)<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Plus, there's Pierre Png (whose Mandarin has greatly improved) and Qi Yu Wu.<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ffcc33;">SHIT MAN. I'm so damn addicted. This addiction sucks. It made me stick to the TV everyday from 9pm to 10pm. Then I'll feel very grumpy when I miss one episode. Then I'll spend 2 bucks every week to buy 8 days. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span><br />Ok. I'm going back to play Guitar Hero World Tour.<br /><br />Bye. Remember to watch The Little Nyonya at 9pm tonight.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">p/s: Why am I not a Nyonya???? It'll be so damn cool. SHITTTTT</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">p/p/s: I HAVE NO IDEA WHY JASON SAID I LOOK LIKE A FOX ON HALLOWEEN. WHICH FOX HAS HORNS AND CARRIES A FUCKING FORK ALL AROUND??? SUCH AN INSULT TO ME AND MY FORK. ok sorry. I know that was like so long ago. But I just can't get it off my mind and I have to voice out.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">p/p/p/s: Can someone tell me whether I can download songs for the Guitar Hero World Tour??? I wanna play songs by the killers! </span><span style="font-size:78%;">*when you.... were YOUNGGGGG!!!!! diao diao diao diao diao diao diao diao diao diao diaooooooooooooooooo*</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-444342029810395740?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-18973786597057190782008-11-25T01:25:00.001-08:002008-11-25T01:26:34.777-08:00<div class="thread_header"><h2 class="subject">hi<div class="between">Between <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397">You</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;id=602867890">Shawn Quek</a></div></h2></div><div class="header_divide"> </div><div class="message clearfix" id="msg_0"><div class="column author_picture"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;id=602867890"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/profile6/1840/82/t602867890_4565.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><div class="column author_info"><div class="name"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;id=602867890">Shawn Quek</a> <br /></div><div class="extras clearfix"><a onclick="show_addfriend_dialog(602867890, this, null, 'Shawn');return false;">Add as Friend</a></div><div class="date">October 12 at 4:44pm</div><div class="extras clearfix"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/inbox/?ref=mb#" onclick="'bind(this,report_content_dialog," type="9&cid="1006097445264&rid="602867890&cid3="1&h="6e5d1ad2b2" class="action">Report Message</a></div></div><div class="column body"><div class="text">allo there.....nice 2 mit u. i am attracted by ur profile pic. i was wondering if we can b frds? hope 2 hear from u soon, cya! :</div></div></div><div class="msg_divide_bottom"> </div><div class="message clearfix is_you" id="msg_1"><div class="column author_picture"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/490/47/t504789397_3787.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><div class="column author_info"><div class="name"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397">Weiling Lim</a> <br /></div><div class="date">October 12 at 11:04pm</div></div><div class="column body"><div class="text">no. not interested in ppl who cant speak proper english. bye.</div></div></div><div class="msg_divide_bottom"> </div><div class="message clearfix" id="msg_2"><div class="column author_picture"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;id=602867890"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/profile6/1840/82/t602867890_4565.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><div class="column author_info"><div class="name"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;id=602867890">Shawn Quek</a> <br /></div><div class="extras clearfix"><a onclick="show_addfriend_dialog(602867890, this, null, 'Shawn');return false;">Add as Friend</a></div><div class="date">October 12 at 11:11pm</div><div class="extras clearfix"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/inbox/?ref=mb#" onclick="'bind(this,report_content_dialog," type="9&cid="1006097445264&rid="602867890&cid2="2&cid3="1&h="27a70ae6fc" class="action">Report Message</a></div></div><div class="column body"><div class="text">Is ok snobbish bitch. I have no time for ppl like u who can't speak proper English n Chinese or should I say dunno any Chinese, banana.</div></div></div><div class="msg_divide_bottom"> </div><div class="message clearfix is_you" id="msg_3"><div class="column author_picture"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/490/47/t504789397_3787.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><div class="column author_info"><div class="name"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397">Weiling Lim</a> <br /></div><div class="date">October 12 at 11:13pm</div></div><div class="column body"><div class="text">sorry dude. i scored A1 for both chinese AND english. <br /> <br />haha. sore loser. <br /> <br />btw, it is not "is ok". it is "it's ok." <br /> <br />then again.... sour grapes like you, oh well, shouldn't waste my time.</div></div></div><div class="msg_divide_bottom"> </div><div class="message clearfix" id="msg_4"><div class="column author_picture"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;id=602867890"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/profile6/1840/82/t602867890_4565.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><div class="column author_info"><div class="name"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;id=602867890">Shawn Quek</a> <br /></div><div class="extras clearfix"><a onclick="show_addfriend_dialog(602867890, this, null, 'Shawn');return false;">Add as Friend</a></div><div class="date">October 13 at 9:21am</div><div class="extras clearfix"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/inbox/?ref=mb#" onclick="'bind(this,report_content_dialog," type="9&cid="1006097445264&rid="602867890&cid2="4&cid3="1&h="84a112a37e" class="action">Report Message</a></div></div><div class="column body"><div class="text">i shouldn't waste my time on gals like u who is not taught any manners by their parents,. Hmmm.....maybe they dun have any thats y they never teach u. Poor thing.</div></div></div><div class="msg_divide_bottom"> </div><div class="message clearfix is_you" id="msg_5"><div class="column author_picture"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/490/47/t504789397_3787.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><div class="column author_info"><div class="name"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397">Weiling Lim</a> <br /></div><div class="date">October 13 at 11:50am</div></div><div class="column body"><div class="text">haha. <br /> <br />hmmm. I have parents and I was taught manners. I guess they taught me better than you. They taught me to speak proper English AND they taught me not to be a sore loser. I can't believe your parents didn't teach you to face rejection like a man. <br /> <br />I bet you always get rejected by girls. That's why you are such a sour grape. OH! Just in case you don't know what sour grape is, it's actually a person who turns sour after being rejected. And it doesn't literally mean sour, as in taste, but sour as in that person will start scolding and cursing the other. <br /> <br />By the way, just look at how childish you are. Judging from the history of this conversation, I can already understand the rejection you always face to come to such a stage. You've even come to a stage whereby you msg random girls, solely attracted to their profile and photos. I really do despise people like you. And I sympathize those girls. <br /> <br />I feel sorry for you already. I shall not mock you any further. <br /> <br />Poor thing. Try harder dude :)))</div></div></div><div class="msg_divide_bottom"> </div><div class="message clearfix is_you" id="msg_6"><div class="column author_picture"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/490/47/t504789397_3787.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><div class="column author_info"><div class="name"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397">Weiling Lim</a> <br /></div><div class="date">October 13 at 11:56am</div></div><div class="column body" id="scroll_here"><div class="text">OH! I just realized you're already 31!!!! <br /> <br />WOW. <br /> <br />And for one moment, I really thought I was speaking to some...dumb 11-year-old.</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-1897378659705719078?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-20129471959688785102008-11-25T01:23:00.000-08:002008-11-25T01:24:09.754-08:00<div class="thread_header"><h2 class="subject">Do i know you?<div class="between">Between <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=626894210">Weiliang Mah</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397">You</a></div></h2></div><div class="header_divide"> </div><div class="message clearfix is_you" id="msg_0"><div class="column author_picture"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/490/47/t504789397_3787.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><div class="column author_info"><div class="name"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397">Weiling Lim</a> <br /></div><div class="date">Today at 7:49am</div></div><div class="column body"><div class="text">You've added me a few times and I really don't seem to recognize you. I've already rejected your request but I can't believe you can actually add me again.</div></div></div><div class="msg_divide_bottom"> </div><div class="message clearfix" id="msg_1"><div class="column author_picture"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=626894210"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/profile6/1151/122/t626894210_517.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><div class="column author_info"><div class="name"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=626894210">Weiliang Mah</a> <br /></div><div class="extras clearfix"><a onclick="show_addfriend_dialog(626894210, this, null, 'Weiliang');return false;">Add as Friend</a></div><div class="date">Today at 12:37pm</div><div class="extras clearfix"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/inbox/?ref=mb#" onclick="'bind(this,report_content_dialog," type="9&cid="1008279763611&rid="626894210&cid2="1&cid3="1&h="6744d57eb0" class="action">Report Message</a></div></div><div class="column body"><div class="text">hi, i don't know what to say.</div></div></div><div class="msg_divide_bottom"> </div><div class="message clearfix" id="msg_2"><div class="column author_picture"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=626894210"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/profile6/1151/122/t626894210_517.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><div class="column author_info"><div class="name"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=626894210">Weiliang Mah</a> <br /></div><div class="extras clearfix"><a onclick="show_addfriend_dialog(626894210, this, null, 'Weiliang');return false;">Add as Friend</a></div><div class="date">Today at 12:40pm</div><div class="extras clearfix"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/inbox/?ref=mb#" onclick="'bind(this,report_content_dialog," type="9&cid="1008279763611&rid="626894210&cid2="2&cid3="1&h="d5d4016d4a" class="action">Report Message</a></div></div><div class="column body"><div class="text">my friend said u r very beautiful, must add. so i add lor.</div></div></div><div class="msg_divide_bottom"> </div><div class="message clearfix is_you" id="msg_3"><div class="column author_picture"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/490/47/t504789397_3787.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><div class="column author_info"><div class="name"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397">Weiling Lim</a> <br /></div><div class="date">Today at 5:06pm</div></div><div class="column body"><div class="text">And who is your friend?</div></div></div><div class="msg_divide_bottom"> </div><div class="message clearfix is_you" id="msg_4"><div class="column author_picture"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/490/47/t504789397_3787.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><div class="column author_info"><div class="name"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397">Weiling Lim</a> <br /></div><div class="date">Today at 5:10pm</div></div><div class="column body" id="scroll_here"><div class="text">Sorry ah. My friend told me not to make friends with ugly people and retards, so I cannot add you.</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-2012947195968878510?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-67513671033795658972008-11-19T18:56:00.001-08:002008-11-19T19:01:04.567-08:00This guy actually added me multi-fucking-ple times on facebook till he got on my pms nerves.<br /><br />He is simply a fucktard who can't fucking understanding that people don't wanna fucking accept him cuz he's not my fucking friend.<br /><br />Fucked up.<br /><br />This is a msg I sent to him before<span style="font-weight: bold;"> IGNORING HIM AGAIN</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Just in case you're wondering, before I could report/block him off, that goddamn page hanged. SEE LAH. Even the internet got so tired of looking at his troll-ish face and decided to hang itself.</span><br /><br />"<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">dude.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I have no idea what's wrong with you. Seriously, you've added me AT LEAST 5 times and I've rejected all of your requests. It really irritates me when a guy can't fucking understand that I simply don't wanna be friends.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The worst thing is, I've actually sent you a msg before. I know you're back in singapore and blah blah blah, but I SERIOUSLY AM NOT INTERESTED IN MAKING FRIENDS WITH YOU!? GET IT??? You really make me wonder if there's a brain inside your thick skull cuz you simply don't get it. In case you can't recall, I actually sent you that msg on sept 7 at 8.31pm and you replied saying that if I feel uncomfortable, then you won't add me (at 9.32pm). BUT you just keep on adding and adding and adding. YES! I FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, both physically and mentally cuz firstly, I have to waste my energy moving my mouse to the "ignore" icon and CLICK IT. Secondly, I'm uncomfortable cuz I'm wondering whether you're a retard or you're a retard cuz you just don't get that I DON'T WANNA ADD YOU.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Please, you don't look that dumb to me. SO PLEASE STOP ADDING ME.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Ok. I'm gonna do you a favor as well, I'll block you ok. I know you actually forgot who you've added (or tried adding) cuz you simply just spend your time surfing facebook and search for pleasant faces to add, and even if that person changes her photo, you just can't remember.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Go add someone else. I"m sure there's tons of girls who simply will accept your request without really knowing who you are."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-6751367103379565897?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-64822933870349263052008-11-15T21:08:00.000-08:002008-11-15T22:28:05.356-08:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">I have no idea why but recently some people have been irritating the shit outta me.<br /><br />It may just be small and simple things that most people can tolerate but <span style="font-weight: bold;">I JUST CAN'T STAND IT!!!!</span><br /><br />GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR<br /><br />OH OK!!! It's just my pms. But, who cares, I just wanna rant my life away.<br /><br />First, there is these group of irritating fucktards on facebook who just keep adding and adding and adding and adding me after I rejected them<span style="font-weight: bold;"> MULTIPLE TIMES ALREADY!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">WHAT KINDA RUBBISH!!! HOW THICK IS YOUR SKIN!!!!???? WTF!!!!???</span><br /><br />These people just drives me crazy and force me to send them a msg telling them that <span style="font-weight: bold;">I DON'T WANNA ADD THEM!!!!</span><br /><br />And the worse is, some of them don't even share common friends with me! So how the hell did they even find my profile!!!??? I figured that they must be those retards that have absolutely no lives and just go on facebook to PRETEND to use the friend finder shit and they just search for the common names and just add faces that seem rather "pleasant" looking!<br /><br />These people, MOST OF THE TIME, is old and fugly. And I supposed they are social outcasts who just have to make "friends" online. KAO.<br /><br />I feel like dealing with them in the "cyber" way. Slapping them with a piece of large trout.<br /><br />And those people, esp, that actually add you with a msg attached, saying " Hi. Care to b frenz?" They deserve to rot in hell. They should be castrated and be sent to eunuch island FOREVER!!!!!!<br /><br />One of them is<span style="font-weight: bold;"> RICHARD LY</span>. I clearly remember his name cuz he added me AT LEAST 5 times AND I've rejected him AT LEAST 5 times. I don't care if you're tourmaline or weini or SR Nathan or Obama's friend! YOU'RE NOT MY FRIEND!!?? GET IT??? If you really wanna make friends, why must be females??? Cannot add guys meh!? Things are worsened when you look like a toad. NA BEH!!!!<br /><br />ROAR!!!!!!!!!!! I feel like I could just slap him now. Like right now. TOAD.<br /><br />Ok. I'm going off to watch my movie now. Next time then I continue to rant.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-6482293387034926305?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-26665876064026739122008-11-08T23:58:00.000-08:002008-11-09T00:58:04.537-08:00<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">My everyday to-do list when I wake up:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >1) Yawn.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >2) Rub my eyes</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >3) Think about my design and submission</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >4) Go "SHIT! SUBMISSION'S NEXT WEEK AND I'M SO DAMN FUCKING SLOW!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >5) Brush teeth</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >6) Wash my face</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >7) Wonder around aimlessly for 2 mins</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >8) Sit down and turn on my laptop (or if it's already on, I'll move on to no. 9)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >9) Log on to msn (or if it's already signed in, I'll move on the no. 10)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >10) Read whatever msgs that people sent me when I was asleep (or if there's none, I'll move on to no. 11)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >11) Check my email (this is getting irritating. If there's none, I just move on to no. 12)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >12) Check my facebook</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">13) CHECK OUT MY FAVORITE GOSSIP BLOGS!!!!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >No. 13 IS LIKE A MUST DO FOR ME EVERYDAY!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >It's like, if I don't, I'll feel that I've forgotten to do something.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >Like something is missing from part of my life.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >Like something is amiss</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >Like I'm missing out on some stuff</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >Like I'll predict that something bad is gonna happen</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >Like I'm not happy today</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >Like I know I'm gonna die halfway through the day.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">LIKE... YOU KNOW??? THAT KINDA I-FORGOT-TO-DO-OR-BRING-SOMETHING KINDA FEELING!!!!???</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >yeah. That's how I feel.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I think I probably won't feel so flustered if I've forgotten to brush my teeth or wash my face.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">JOKE</span>. OK. JOKE. I BRUSH MY TEETH DAILY.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > I think</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" >.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" >I've decided to share with you guys some of the MUST READ HOLLYWOOD GOSSIP BLOGS that I go to every morning.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.dlisted.com/">Dlisted</a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.justjared.com/">JustJared</a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.seriouslyomg.com/">Seriously? Omg! Wtf?</a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.egotastic.com/">Egotastic</a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.hollywoodrag.com/">Hollywoodrag</a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.hollywoodtuna.com">Hollywoodtuna</a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.hornyoyster.com/">Horny Oyster</a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.imnotobsessed.com/">I'm not obsessed</a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.cityrag.com/">Cityrag</a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.popoholic.com/">Popoholic</a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.idontlikeyouinthatway.com/">I don't like you in that way</a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.icydk.com/">In case you didn't know</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >These are my </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >FAVOURITEST!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" >I think only dlisted, justjared and seriouslyomgwtf are those that will update pretty frequently.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" >By frequently, I don't mean EVERY MINUTE. BLOGGERS HAVE A LIFE TOO. So, I mean everyday. At about 4am (singapore time) to be exact.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" >Dlisted, Hollywoodtuna, Hollywoodrag, Hornyoyster, Popoholic and Egotastic contain adult contents, language and humor, so, if you're underaged or retarded, please don't go read it. I don't wanna get sued for introducing these to young kids and the retards. To the rest, don't worry, they're censored. So, it's not really that obscene.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" >And please, I'm not reading some porn website. It's just about Hollywood and their scams, scandals and juicy juicy news.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" >Cityrag is kinda a mix of everything. It usually lists down the most interesting stuff from different blogs. It contains a bit of art news inside too.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >You don't get those in Singapore.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" >I used to read </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.pinkisthenewblog.com/">Pink is the new blog</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" >, but it's way to wordy.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><a href="http://www.perezhilton.com/">Perez Hilton</a></span> irritates the shit outta me. It DOES NOT help that he looks like a cross between a troll and a gnome. URGH.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" >If you like arty farty stuff, try <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><a href="http://www.thecoolhunter.net/">The Cool Hunter</a>. </span>They have a lot of cool art news.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" >If you are very bored, try <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><a href="http://www.inventorspot.com/">Inventor Spot</a></span>. They've got TONS of interesting stuff that will keep you occupied till...you finish it reading every single thing?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" >SEE LAH! That's why I say I'm so slow. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" >Everyday I spend about 30 mins reading thru those blogs.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" >WOW. It's almost like they contain caffeine or something. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">SOOOoooo ADDICTIVE!!!</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >ok. I'm going back to my work. HAVE FUN READING!!!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" >P/S: For those you ADORE PUPPIES, dlisted actually posted this webby the other day. It got me oogling and cooing at it everyday. I watch it like it was real. Like it's happening right before me. Like I'm sucked into the virtual world.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" ><a href="http://www.ustream.tv/videoplayerpopup/channel/317016"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PUPPY CAM!!!</span></span></a></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" >It's just oozing with cuteness. omg. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-2666587606402673912?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-14255059968264963602008-11-06T23:19:00.000-08:002008-11-06T23:21:57.391-08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHZUPJji6w8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHZUPJji6w8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">I'm not really a cat lover... BUT THIS CAT IS DAMN FUNNY!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">It's so cute that when he runs into the box, he/she will stay in that position.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Check out the last part man... his/her position is so funny! Like some carpet :D</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-1425505996826496360?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-48360318442093296772008-11-05T04:15:00.000-08:002008-11-05T04:23:31.602-08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BddCq1zFI4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BddCq1zFI4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />So please. I'm NOT HOT. HEIDI KLUM!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!<br /><br />Btw, she got ME watching this video over and over and over again. I'm so addicted. I know that sounds sick but YA! SHE'S SO HOT! I CAN'T HELP IT!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-4836031844209329677?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-44750331770945625702008-10-29T19:24:00.000-07:002008-10-29T20:24:54.778-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I was reading my cbox comments and I am so touched by jason's comments. He said that </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'm KAN CHIO!!!</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WOOT~!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Feel so honored right now!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Hence, I decided to show you some of my natural beauty!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I'm going au naturale in these photos.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Take a deep breath...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >AND...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">BEHOLD...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /></span></span><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQkb2GYtfuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/RAQWILKlT9M/s1600-h/SDC10434.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQkb2GYtfuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/RAQWILKlT9M/s320/SDC10434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262768255800278754" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >TA DAH!!!! Me with no make up and some black head remover thingy on my nose!</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" >WHAT A BEAUTY I AM!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >I have such prettyful smokey eyes UNDER my eyes. They're currently known as EYE BAGS and oh... I tell you, they will be the next hot make up trend!</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Ok. Since it's so gorgeous, I shall post up mor</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">e!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQkctlDnJqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/9b-PVF51wKk/s1600-h/SDC10436.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQkctlDnJqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/9b-PVF51wKk/s320/SDC10436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262769208926086818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I'm so natually fair (fairer than artificially fair dawn yang)! It's not PALE i tell you! It's called fair.... like some ang moh.</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQketF-y0RI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DCS3MfADotw/s1600-h/SDC10437.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQketF-y0RI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DCS3MfADotw/s320/SDC10437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262771399607636242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">WOW! I look so cute sia.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">For those who were guessing what product I'm using, it's actually this charcoal blackhead remover from Daiso.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQkfTvXggKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rOLYk5SKjnA/s1600-h/SDC10451.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQkfTvXggKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rOLYk5SKjnA/s320/SDC10451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262772063552176290" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It's NOT very good. But, that's from my point of view.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQkf3em9o_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/itSGzCxuHNE/s1600-h/SDC10452.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQkf3em9o_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/itSGzCxuHNE/s320/SDC10452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262772677528888306" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">NABEH. All jap words. Maciam I understand.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Seriously, I feel that Daiso should really start pasting some English instructions at the back. It doesn't have to be a long long sticker, just a short summary of instructions will do. I believe that many people, like me, will buy things as long as they look interesting and many times, they have NO FUCKING IDEA how to use/cook them after they bought it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Maybe Daiso should learn from Muji (but not in the prices-way. Muji is kinda expensive.)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">From what I remember, Muji's stuff always have this sticker stating the ingredients and instuctions in English. It's just a very short summarized instructions, but I mean, that'll do man!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Alright... I'm just ranting. But, don't you think that English sticker thingy will help???</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Maybe Daiso is just trying to save cost to keep its prices so ridiculously low for some of their goods. So, that's kinda reasonable lah.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">URGH. Enough of my rants on Daiso goods.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Shall go back to the topic of my pretty self~!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">How do I make myself look from</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >THIS</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQkhzryqqFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hDO2HQobm4Y/s1600-h/SDC10445.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQkhzryqqFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hDO2HQobm4Y/s320/SDC10445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262774811371415634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >to</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQki0jV5JgI/AAAAAAAAAW8/NOkNgZXJHRM/s1600-h/SDC10300.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQki0jV5JgI/AAAAAAAAAW8/NOkNgZXJHRM/s320/SDC10300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262775925794743810" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:verdana;" >Heh. SECRET UNVEILED!<br /><br />erm. Actually, nothing much lah.<br /><br />My everyday make up (as you girls should know by now) is just:<br /><br />1) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Concealer</span> - This is a god-sent! I tell you. Covers zits, eye bags, scars etc. Fuck man. W/o concealer, I'll look like fuck. EH! no. I'm a natural beauty. I won't look like fuck.<br /><br />2) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Foundation</span> - Hmm. I don't really use it all the time. I mean like, I use it when I go out shopping/casting/work. Other than that, I have my lazy days where I just put on my concealer and go out.<br /><br />3) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blusher </span>- This is a MUST. You won't wanna look like that kid in Ju-on. I need some color to make me look less pale. Even lazy days also must put!<br /><br />4) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Eye liner</span> - I don't put it on sometimes too. On my lazy days lah. Supposed to make my eyes look brighter and bigger.<br /><br />5) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Eye brow pencil </span>- Damn duh lah. This is to draw your eyebrows lah. Fuck. Actually, my eyebrows are like super thick, so I still can go out even if I don't draw. I won't look like a ghost. Even that kid in Ju-on has eye brows. So if you don't draw, it'll look worse. But, don't draw too thick or else you'll look like Ernie in Sesame Street.<br /><br />6) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fake eyelash</span> - I super seldom use that. Makes me feel uncomfortable. BUT, sadly, my eyelashes are fucking short. So, have to use it when I go clubbing/casting/work.<br /><br />7) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Moisturizer</span> - I nearly forgot about this. I used NOT to use it until I realized that my skin is really really bad. It's like...so dried up. The areas around my eyes were literally peeling off (like sunburnt skin) and you can see the foundation cracking. So, I decided to get some moisturizer. Currently, I'm using some <span style="font-weight: bold;">SAMPLE</span> from <span style="font-weight: bold;">Chanel</span>. HAHAH. Don't say I cheapskate, but the actual bottle is fucking expensive. So, I'm just trying out to see if it really works. Apparently, it's really pretty good. haha. I'm considering this one man.<br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQknSJ4-HhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1_FmmhBl-EE/s1600-h/SDC10464.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQknSJ4-HhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1_FmmhBl-EE/s320/SDC10464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262780832405134866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">8) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Toner </span>- erm. I dunno what it does but the make up artists always tell me to use it together with the moisturizer. So far... I haven't seen the effects.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Ok. I'm actually a make up idiot. But, in order not to look like some overworked aunty, I must put on some make up. But, NOT TOO MUCH cuz I'll look like a fucking tranny. My basic make up is just concealer, foundation, eyeliner, blusher and eyebrows.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">I don't even know how to put on eye shadow.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">I hate lip gloss cuz it makes me feel damn uncomfortable.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Ok. Enough of slacking.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">I need to go back and do my design liao.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Sianism.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">bye.</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-4475033177094562570?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-7555504682779808862008-10-28T23:55:00.000-07:002008-10-28T09:43:50.252-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQdAI-xtxaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HERc7SS5mhk/s1600-h/serious.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQdAI-xtxaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HERc7SS5mhk/s320/serious.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262245212640363938" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Well. I guess... <span style="font-weight: bold;">SHE'S ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Everyone<span style="font-weight: bold;"> IS </span>voting for Xiaxue.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >And with you saying that, it ain't gonna help in pulling up your votes. It just make you look bitter.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Guess you failed in being unique *shrugs*</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >I'm becoming such a meanie</span>.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-755550468277980886?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-88336958196384130082008-10-28T23:50:00.000-07:002008-10-28T09:07:25.119-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >HELLO!!! MISS ME???</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I realized I haven't been updating my little slutty blog so I decided to do multiple updates at one go!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Hmm. I decided, too, to sort them by dates. So it's kinda like a first come first serve thingy.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Ok. FIRST UP, is.... <span style="font-weight: bold;">SHIHENG'S BIRTHDAY PARTY</span>! (sorry ah. I know that's like fucking long time ago.)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Let the pics do the talking then.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcRaMdkfzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kkTMZNwVGa0/s1600-h/SDC10112.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcRaMdkfzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kkTMZNwVGa0/s320/SDC10112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262193831325237042" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">THE BIRTHDAY BOY, HengHeng</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcOGo4U3MI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zYSGL7dmS-4/s1600-h/SDC10109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcOGo4U3MI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zYSGL7dmS-4/s320/SDC10109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262190196821384386" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">The (1/4) 04S302</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcOq6-b27I/AAAAAAAAAQE/BEpgpYprinc/s1600-h/SDC10110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcOq6-b27I/AAAAAAAAAQE/BEpgpYprinc/s320/SDC10110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262190820154137522" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Only Ah Si, Ah Da and Ah Mei from the Si Da Mei Nu gang.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcR0WlUGAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/rlJaoHqcsAk/s1600-h/SDC10113.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcR0WlUGAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/rlJaoHqcsAk/s320/SDC10113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262194280718669826" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">POKPOK :)))</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcSnX3LraI/AAAAAAAAARM/_jbr6xn5uSA/s1600-h/SDC10115.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcSnX3LraI/AAAAAAAAARM/_jbr6xn5uSA/s320/SDC10115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262195157235379618" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Wanwan <3><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcSPuVCXZI/AAAAAAAAARE/Rt-NHBL5IwE/s1600-h/SDC10117.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcSPuVCXZI/AAAAAAAAARE/Rt-NHBL5IwE/s320/SDC10117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262194750949318034" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Our prezzie (which till now I have no fucking idea what it is)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">OK. The end for Heng Heng's birthday.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >NEXT UP IS....<span style="font-weight: bold;"> THE BEER FESTIVAL AT FORT CANNING</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">We decided to go there at the last last minute... but we surely didn't regret going!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcUKZzhlEI/AAAAAAAAARU/XA1Lkt7Zqow/s1600-h/SDC10120.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcUKZzhlEI/AAAAAAAAARU/XA1Lkt7Zqow/s320/SDC10120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262196858563957826" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Normster norms</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcUrf_KkVI/AAAAAAAAARc/xVdopl7N2Tk/s1600-h/SDC10121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcUrf_KkVI/AAAAAAAAARc/xVdopl7N2Tk/s320/SDC10121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262197427159077202" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Me, Norm and his very clean nose.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcVF_59gaI/AAAAAAAAARk/jaSwXK66FJY/s1600-h/SDC10122.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcVF_59gaI/AAAAAAAAARk/jaSwXK66FJY/s320/SDC10122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262197882403783074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcVo0MhyEI/AAAAAAAAARs/oagV9vALcHM/s1600-h/SDC10125.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcVo0MhyEI/AAAAAAAAARs/oagV9vALcHM/s320/SDC10125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262198480555853890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcWtq9R2wI/AAAAAAAAAR0/LvJgbR-pasM/s1600-h/SDC10139.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcWtq9R2wI/AAAAAAAAAR0/LvJgbR-pasM/s320/SDC10139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262199663486950146" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Counting our loots</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcXh5xqu0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/TdEqHpdNUes/s1600-h/SDC10140.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcXh5xqu0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/TdEqHpdNUes/s320/SDC10140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262200560817978178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcYMz2TxQI/AAAAAAAAASM/2vL4HBB2oNU/s1600-h/SDC10142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcYMz2TxQI/AAAAAAAAASM/2vL4HBB2oNU/s320/SDC10142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262201297961207042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcX1Y86H-I/AAAAAAAAASE/t5xnaMnT1lM/s1600-h/SDC10141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcX1Y86H-I/AAAAAAAAASE/t5xnaMnT1lM/s320/SDC10141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262200895604137954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcYsQBu45I/AAAAAAAAASU/mi3Jttfxcek/s1600-h/SDC10143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcYsQBu45I/AAAAAAAAASU/mi3Jttfxcek/s320/SDC10143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262201838101259154" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Look at our blissful faces.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcZD8D0SUI/AAAAAAAAASc/DwIWfE8ygSo/s1600-h/SDC10144.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcZD8D0SUI/AAAAAAAAASc/DwIWfE8ygSo/s320/SDC10144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262202245058152770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">NEXT. I'm already a bit tired of posting up the photos.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >WEILE'S BIRTHDAY PARTY AT AMARA SANCTUARY :)</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcbsdv7GqI/AAAAAAAAASk/RTb8_X6S0Ag/s1600-h/SDC10233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcbsdv7GqI/AAAAAAAAASk/RTb8_X6S0Ag/s320/SDC10233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262205140319541922" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">The yummylicious cupcakes baked by TOURMALINE!!! It's really good.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQccdUcRX_I/AAAAAAAAASs/jtxo4mYf5Co/s1600-h/SDC10241.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQccdUcRX_I/AAAAAAAAASs/jtxo4mYf5Co/s320/SDC10241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262205979634786290" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">You can actually see water droplets that are captured in motion.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcdCw6SB_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/IQJlPImbx2A/s1600-h/SDC10237.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcdCw6SB_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/IQJlPImbx2A/s320/SDC10237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262206622932010994" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">The prettiest baker :)))</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcdaK8up5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/2DAbLUJDclc/s1600-h/SDC10245.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcdaK8up5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/2DAbLUJDclc/s320/SDC10245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262207025058588562" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">More water captured in motion. FYI, they're not my saliva. They're water dripping from my hair.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcdxVi-4yI/AAAAAAAAATE/eNtnItBWxV8/s1600-h/SDC10251.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcdxVi-4yI/AAAAAAAAATE/eNtnItBWxV8/s320/SDC10251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262207423040381730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Weile can't wait to eat his cake(s)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQciEHa5o3I/AAAAAAAAATM/CHjvK78A58k/s1600-h/SDC10255.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQciEHa5o3I/AAAAAAAAATM/CHjvK78A58k/s320/SDC10255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262212143712412530" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">While trying to pull some stunt...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcia1IQnkI/AAAAAAAAATU/by73fy2Pv1M/s1600-h/SDC10256.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcia1IQnkI/AAAAAAAAATU/by73fy2Pv1M/s320/SDC10256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262212533939379778" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">My stunt. I balanced a heart from the cupcake with my teeth. <span style="font-weight: bold;">EH! QUITE HARD HOR!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">NEXT. <span style="font-weight: bold;">My Chanel job at Tangs.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Pictures of my make up. It's just gorgeous (I mean my make up, not me.) The make up artist was superb man! She is damn damn good at doing smokey eyes.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQckMk8njxI/AAAAAAAAATc/S4u-qVS9usc/s1600-h/SDC10265.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQckMk8njxI/AAAAAAAAATc/S4u-qVS9usc/s320/SDC10265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262214488100671250" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Make up on the 2nd day. (no photos of make up on the 1st day other than those taken at Amara Sanctuary.)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQckyTSr75I/AAAAAAAAATk/URyvwP21M9w/s1600-h/SDC10268.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQckyTSr75I/AAAAAAAAATk/URyvwP21M9w/s320/SDC10268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262215136196423570" border="0" /></a>Trying to take a better photo of the nice eye make up. Failed badly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQclejg40nI/AAAAAAAAATs/ewBIe1YVpIY/s1600-h/SDC10273.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQclejg40nI/AAAAAAAAATs/ewBIe1YVpIY/s320/SDC10273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262215896465199730" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Closest Look. Plus my bad skin.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcl1-q1TtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/v55cLiS7uWY/s1600-h/SDC10274.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcl1-q1TtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/v55cLiS7uWY/s320/SDC10274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262216298891661010" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">With Emilia :)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcmelN3RBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/JlWLl32n9yU/s1600-h/SDC10275.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcmelN3RBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/JlWLl32n9yU/s320/SDC10275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262216996433904658" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Make up on the 3rd day (I look like a fucking tranny)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcmzJey-XI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7Dyv3JMT2Ss/s1600-h/SDC10276.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcmzJey-XI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7Dyv3JMT2Ss/s320/SDC10276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262217349765986674" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Picture that you can print and paste on your door to ward off evil spirits.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcng2Q7j0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/rugMW9gktbU/s1600-h/SDC10284.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcng2Q7j0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/rugMW9gktbU/s320/SDC10284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262218134881537858" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Close up look.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcoRLmq2AI/AAAAAAAAAUk/0pF8xrkOCgo/s1600-h/SDC10292.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcoRLmq2AI/AAAAAAAAAUk/0pF8xrkOCgo/s320/SDC10292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262218965243582466" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">With Emi again :))</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcn811R5MI/AAAAAAAAAUc/PWB_sxAefSQ/s1600-h/SDC10287.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcn811R5MI/AAAAAAAAAUc/PWB_sxAefSQ/s320/SDC10287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262218615801898178" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">The pretty Cecilia, our make up artist. Poor girl. She fell ill on the last day.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">NEXT. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Hazel's birthday party at Velvet</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">.</span> </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Only photos of me and weiling. HAHA.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcrEjvGj4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/gRqMXb5-8Yw/s1600-h/SDC10325.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcrEjvGj4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/gRqMXb5-8Yw/s320/SDC10325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262222046917988226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcrcqj6zdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QxJILcW1Xck/s1600-h/SDC10326.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcrcqj6zdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QxJILcW1Xck/s320/SDC10326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262222461066989010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcrvjuD84I/AAAAAAAAAU8/C-8nBvJJels/s1600-h/SDC10336.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcrvjuD84I/AAAAAAAAAU8/C-8nBvJJels/s320/SDC10336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262222785647997826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcsNFfjLmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/DIM7cDxnlE4/s1600-h/SDC10338.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcsNFfjLmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/DIM7cDxnlE4/s320/SDC10338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262223292930141794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcsuclY_7I/AAAAAAAAAVM/7VZD9WJ8Dvo/s1600-h/SDC10340.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcsuclY_7I/AAAAAAAAAVM/7VZD9WJ8Dvo/s320/SDC10340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262223866064338866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQctOc6kFkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xMMQ_B8W0T0/s1600-h/SDC10347.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQctOc6kFkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xMMQ_B8W0T0/s320/SDC10347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262224415908959810" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">AND ONE WITH CHERINA!!! LOVES :))))</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">NEXT...</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" > Family gathering... </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Only photos of my CUTE CUTE CUTE NEPHEW!!!! HE IS SUCH A DARLING <3><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcuIqncz7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/VnexlIE0ih8/s1600-h/SDC10377.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcuIqncz7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/VnexlIE0ih8/s320/SDC10377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262225416019300274" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">AWWWWW.... ISN'T HE SUCH A SWEETIE? He gave me this face when I refused to give him the cookie..</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcutCq6yWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8K1IQbz3Krc/s1600-h/SDC10384.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcutCq6yWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8K1IQbz3Krc/s320/SDC10384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262226040951589218" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">When I finally wanna give him the cookie. That is his way of smiling. SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcvJZQqb9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/V9fTOhrvm9c/s1600-h/SDC10385.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcvJZQqb9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/V9fTOhrvm9c/s320/SDC10385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262226528051818450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">He only smiled for that... 2 seconds. Then his facial expression changed to this and reached out for the cookie in my hand.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I bet he was thinking "Give me the goddamn cookie! I smiled for you already, damn it!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Oh. Such a cutie. I love love love cute babies.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">LAST BUT NOT LEAST... some pics of my darling....</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcyHYMQt6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/K-6yfXUZUmU/s1600-h/SDC10388.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcyHYMQt6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/K-6yfXUZUmU/s320/SDC10388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262229791940065186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcyf205pYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/72dF72Ix7aY/s1600-h/SDC10393.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SQcyf205pYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/72dF72Ix7aY/s320/SDC10393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262230212480443778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">There was some drama last week.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I really really wanna thank my babes for being there for me (it was like fucking 2.30am)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I love you so much babes :)))</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">And... that's kinda all for now. I'm gonna disappear again. HAHAHA</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-8833695819638413008?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-74148704709282870692008-10-12T07:50:00.000-07:002008-10-13T07:33:57.483-07:00BRITNEY SPEARS IS BACK! *screams like a bimbo*<br /><br />omg. I ♥heart♥ BRIT BRIT!<br /><br />I knew she'll be back on her feet! I swear! I'm glad I did not lose faith in her! I've always believed that she was suffering from depression caused by her BASTARDLY EX HUSBAND (Kevin Federline).<br /><br />Here she is... with her new song (and video), WOMANIZER.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1GMA_mFAvk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1GMA_mFAvk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Oh man! Doesn't it remind you of her glorious "TOXIC" days! But I must admit that the video is somewhat similar to the music video for "Toxic" (sorry. there's no embed for the Toxic video. But click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkIytHD5v9c">HERE</a> for the link)<br /><br />I'm so totally addicted! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-7414870470928287069?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-31571465016966735992008-10-09T02:33:00.000-07:002008-10-09T03:06:13.548-07:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">OK. This is a really really serious message to all the girls out there (be it friends, haters, passers by).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >THERE IS AN IDIOT ON THE LOOSE.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Some info of that dumb fuck - </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Name: Alexander Lim</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Age: Unknown (Birth date is Nov 29)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">School: London School of Economics (I HIGHLY DOUBT SO.)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Whereabouts: Facebook. Click <a href="http://www.facebook.com/inbox/#/profile.php?id=677812214">HERE</a> to see this moron. (Warning: You may just turn stupider reading that. This is based on a TRUE EXPERIENCE. I went to his page and the next moment, I can't even spell "loose" correctly.)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">History: If you guys can remember, he actually sent me a msg before. And I mentioned about him in my blog. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Me, being such a benevolent, kind-hearted person, I shall copy and paste what I posted the other time (about that idiot) so you don't have to go search for it :)))</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="h2">"Thursday, June 05, 2008, 7:23 AM</div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="h1">ANOTHER DUMBASS on facebook</div> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Oh. This one was really funny. Sent me laughing my ass off. Showed it to David and his reaction was so cute.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Once again, stupid sentences are highlighted in orange and red.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Is there something more?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Between </span><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397">You</a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> and </span><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=677812214">Alexander Lim</a><br /><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=677812214">Alexander Lim</a><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.facebook.com/inbox/readmessage.php?t=1006554857613&amp;mbox_pos=0#">Add as Friend</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">June 4 at 4:54pm</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.facebook.com/inbox/readmessage.php?t=1006554857613&amp;mbox_pos=0#">Report Message</a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> and </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Hey, how's it going. Hope you're enjoying the pseudo pokes hugs slaps bites here. Let's go deepertalk like normal people =)All I know abt you now is that you have a student look and can be a little naughty at times. I'd like to know more.So what's your story?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">HOW STUPID IS THAT???</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">1) There will be NOTHING MORE between us.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">2) I definitely don't wanna go deeper with him.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">3) I already AM talking like a normal person.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">3a) He is NOT.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">4) " You have the student look" is the stupidest pick up line I've ever heard.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">4a) He has the STUPID look.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">5) WTF? "A little naughty at times?" What has it gotta do with him.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">6) I DON'T WANT HIM TO KNOW MORE.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">7) My story is that THIS is the END of the story.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">OH MY FUCKING GOD. This has gotta be one of the stupidest, cheesiest, brainless msgs that I've gotten.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">If he is in front of me, saying all these bullshit to me, I'll give him one tight slap.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=677812214">LINK TO THE DUMBASS</a>"<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Ok. You know what?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">HE ACTUALLY SENT ME ANOTHER MSG ON FACEBOOK!!!</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">You know what's worse?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">That dickhead actually send me the EXACT SAME MSG AGAIN!!!!!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">SERIOUSLY, HOW FUCKING STUPID IS THAT?</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">That means he actually uses that <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">AS A TEMPLATE </span>to mass send to other girls!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">wow. I'm just thoroughly awed by his stupidity. I wonder if he is always this stupid or he is just making a special effort that day.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">Qing Ling told me she received the same msg from that dumb fuck before too. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Ok. No time to further criticize his bewildering stupidity cuz I have to go home soon. Joanne's exam tmr. SO, this is my reply on facebook:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"Hey DUMBASS,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">If you cannot remember this, it just shows further what an idiot you are.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">You've actually send me the SAME msg before on facebook on the 4th of june at 4.54pm.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">And since you cannot remember, I'll help you recall. I actually told you to buzz off and that there's nothing more I want you to know about. (Now that I know you actually copy and MASS SEND this msg to so many girls out there, moron.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Thanks. I feel enlightened to know that there are such dumbass(s) that actually exists on the face of this earth. Hence, I suggest you better do some regular brain scan to check that your brain is still working (cuz obviously, your memory fails.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Well. I think, to aid you from sending me the same msg again, I shall block you on facebook! Ah! In that way, you wouldn't make the same mistake of sending me the same bloody msg again. Isn't it such a blessing in disguise?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Lastly, I hope you'll have fun sending this stupidly cheesy msg to the rest of the girls on facebook. I really do sympathize them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">So, good luck to you, DICKHEAD.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">REGARDS,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">your student-look-naughty stranger."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-3157146501696673599?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-5466351720928333322008-10-07T07:41:00.000-07:002008-10-07T08:19:43.202-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" >oh. I'm actually feeling kinda upset now.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >Don't you envy those girls who can eat and eat and eat and </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><span>NOT GET FAT!?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">YES!!!</span></span> I do envy them!!! And I'm almost sure they will <span style="font-weight: bold;">CLAIM</span> they envy those who can get a little bit and get fat because they<span style="font-weight: bold;"> CLAIMED</span> they want to get fat (which I think they're just being nice).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >Don't you <span style="font-weight: bold;">HATE</span> those girls who can eat and eat and eat and <span style="font-weight: bold;">NOT GET FAT AND STILL SAY THEY'RE FAT!!!!???</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">YES!!!!!! I HATE THEM!!!! WITH THOSE RED, HOT, SIZZLING HATRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">(ok emilia. i don't hate you. even though you say you're fat but in fact, you're stick thin. your thighs are like the size of my arms.)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Oh. Let me tell you why I'm suddenly saying all these</span>. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >I went for a fitting just now, which means I'm already chosen for the job. I only realized upon reaching that the dresses are all free sized.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I can</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-weight: bold;">RARELY</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">fit into free sized dresses. I'm ok with free sized tops, but my </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" >HUGE, ELEPHANT LIKE HIPS </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">can hardly </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">SQUEEZE</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> into free sized bottoms/dresses</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" >The dress was so gorgeous! It's like this champagne colored satin dress.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">ok. Long story short, I went to try and INDEED, I can't wear.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-_________________-"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >ok lah. I can wear but it was fucking tight. I bet all the stretchmarks on my arse can be seen already lah! Fuck.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">All the girls have no problems fitting into the dress except me</span>.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >WTF</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >I'M SO SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M REALLY SO FAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M BEYOND HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >WHY WASN'T I IN TAF CLUB!?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" >I remember a time when I actually fit into size 27 jeans you know (but that's like in sec 3)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" >Zee once said I was voluptuous BUT voluptuous women have <span style="font-weight: bold;">huge hips AND BOOBS</span>! <span style="font-weight: bold;">MINE'S ONLY a fucking B CUP LEH!!!!!!!!!!!!</span> If mine is at least a fucking C cup, I don't mind lah!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >So, I've decided to slim down. For real this time. I know I always say only. But, this time, it really hurt my feelings man!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >I'll just see if I lose approx 6kg, will it make any difference?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >I decided to really cut down on carbo. I realised I consume TONS of carbo. I eat rice like nobody's business. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >I should consult weile on his amazing diet and exercise regime already. damn.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">*MANY SIGHS*</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> I know lah. Laugh lah laugh lah! I'm fat lah.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Oh man. All these sad facts made me a lil teary. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">It's making my lil black heart sob.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">IT REMINDED ME OF THE FATS THAT ARE CLINGING ON TO MY LEGS AND WON'T LET GO!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >ok lah. End of my rants.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >I'm going to sleep liao.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >bye.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">p.s. Actually, I have something to complain about zee. quite pissed off at her. grrr. tell you next time.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-546635172092833332?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-45456512432424067332008-09-30T11:10:00.000-07:002008-09-30T11:12:10.370-07:00Filled with utter disappointment.<br /><br /><br />It feels so painful. Yet I can't do anything about it.<br /><br /><br />All I can do is sleep with tears in the eyes and hope that the dreams will not hurt as much as the reality does.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-4545651243242406733?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-48619246174030755582008-09-30T07:50:00.000-07:002008-09-30T07:52:39.384-07:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" >The greatest and the worst present on this very special day came from the very same person.<br /><br /><br />How ironic...<br /><br /><br />But you know what, I'll definitely rmbr this. I will.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-4861924617403075558?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-64019808838389382622008-09-28T02:21:00.000-07:002008-09-28T02:50:01.530-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">I went on a shopping spree on Thursday and you guys should know that I rarely spend a lot at one go. I realized that I spent most of my income on food and CABS (CAB FARES ARE KILLING ME!!!).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">On that particular day, I decided to go shopping as a birthday treat for myself. I've been working so much but yet my money seem to disappear even faster. Thus, I decided to buy some stuff that I can SEE where I invested my money in and won't feel so bad.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Thus, on my shopping list was:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">1 Fancl Cleansing oil </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">- I've heard so much about it. And I'm really sick of using cleansing sheets to clean my makeup and it kinda hurts sometimes..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">1 Safety Shorts aka boy shorts</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> - It's for those dresses that are a tad too short for me. It's also for my work (to prevent myself from Zao Geng-ing)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">1 Eyeliner</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> - The Cyber Colors eyeliner that I've been using is good at first, but I realized that the tip of it is so sharp till it's literally scraping my eyelids when I'm using it. It's so painful lah! Moreover, it ain't really lasting and the color is more BLUE BLACK than BLACK. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">1 Eyebrow Pencil</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> - I needed that cuz my eyebrows are kinda thin now (after I went to trim it at Jean Yip).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">AND SO, I got them all (except for the shorts) within like, half an hour at Bugis Junction. Damn chop chop lah.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">But, after that, I went to Bugis Village to buy the safety shorts. And I ended up going back with <span style="font-weight: bold;">MORE THAN JUST THE SHORTS</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Hence, I bought another:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">2 maxis</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">1 pair of sandals</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">OK. Time to count how much I spent.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">1 Silk Maxi - $49.90</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">1 Maxi - $35</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">1 Safety shorts - $8</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">1 Fancl Cleansing Oil - $31.50</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">1 Eyeliner + 1 Eyebrow Pencil - $32 (that's a rounded off price cuz I can't rmbr how much it was)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">1 Pair of Sandals - $10</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >= $166.40!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">SHIT MAN</span>.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> That's like half the pay of one event lah! And to think I have to stand for so long and it's all gone within a night.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">And I just bought another top from Huilin's blogshop.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">(btw, huilin, i haven't transfer the money yet!)<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">That adds on to the list!!! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">DOUBLE FUCKED!!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">And I still owe:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Yiwei 38 bucks for the project materials and panel printing.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Virginia 20 bucks</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Gilbert 10 bucks</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">That's like, 200+ bucks already.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">DIE LAH! HOW I SAVE MONEY LIKE THAT!!!???<br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Ok. Really time to stop spending and start working even harder.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Don't say I Giam Siap (stingy). I'm saving money for a possible end of year trip with my darling...</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-6401980883838938262?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-10142958839174774562008-09-21T08:29:00.000-07:002008-09-21T08:38:10.058-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Ok.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">I admit. I said I wanna post the yesterday before yesterday before yesterday and I didn't.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I WAS LAZY!!!! CAN YOU BLAME ME!!!??? EVERYONE HAS THEIR LAZY DAYS!!!!<br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">ok. yes. IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Eh. At least I changed my blog skin.</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">HOWEVER</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">, I experienced some problems.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">I don't know how to change the line height and I can't put in my nuffnang code.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >Can someone help me out???</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Even my cousin, who's like this super expert in blogs, have no idea how to do it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">She mentioned that code or the layout/template thingy is different.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">OH MAN!<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">SOMEBODY SAAAAAAAAAAVE ME!</span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-1014295883917477456?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-80882359394665166802008-09-14T20:26:00.000-07:002008-09-14T20:30:42.886-07:00Oh well.<br /><br />I have been really busy with submission and the castings for F1.<br /><br />It's very tiring.<br /><br />It's ok if it's happy, but mine is definitely unhappy AND awkward.<br /><br />IT SUCKS.<br /><br />I'll probably blog tmr lah.<br /><br />I have so many things to update.<br /><br />The Fiji water job on sat, unhappy group work, Leo, my laptop blah blah blah.<br /><br />Will update again tmr :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-8088235939466516680?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-77376236637642814232008-08-25T03:55:00.000-07:002008-08-25T04:00:35.867-07:00Weiling is not very happy.<br /><br />She is not happy with a person.<br /><br />She is not very happy with a person in her class.<br /><br />That person likes to go against her.<br /><br />But, she's new.<br /><br />So I'll watch her 1st...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-7737623663764281423?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-59691443774648848282008-08-16T22:01:00.000-07:002008-08-16T23:43:57.122-07:00This was a msg I received recently on friendster.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Date:<br />08/17/2008 2:02 am</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Subject:<br />hi weiling</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Message:<br />hi ger..<br />nice2'meet' u!!!<br />I tink its fate tat bring us together here!<br />hope u allow this fate to blosom and we get2koe each other better as frends?<br />care2add as frends..;)<br />can gimi ur email so tat i can add u??<br />if not u can add mi at </span><a href="mailto:doremoo@yahoo.com"><span style="color:#666666;">doremoo@yahoo.com</span></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#000000;">Not that I wanna complain but... <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">CAN THEY HAVE A BIT MORE STANDARD NOT!!!???</span></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#000000;">Since I'm so bored and waiting for David to wake up, I shall correct his fucking lousy english. (His lousy english is in <span style="color:#cc0000;">red </span>and my comments are in <span style="color:#000099;">blue <span style="color:#000000;">and </span></span><span style="color:#009900;">green</span>)</span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br />1) <span style="color:#cc0000;">hi ger..</span> <span style="color:#000099;">--- I use to spell "girl" as "ger" in SECONDARY SCHOOL. I graduated from SECONDARY SCHOOL about 5 years ago. But, spelling "girl" as "ger" and when you're a 28 year old GUY doesn't make you cute.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">2) <span style="color:#cc0000;">nice2'meet' u!!!</span></span><span style="color:#000099;"> --- How much more time can you SAVE by typing "to" instead of "2"??? I always don't get it when ppl type "2" instead of "to". Ok. I know we can save ONE (pathetic) space when typing "2" instead of "to" when sms-ing. But, this is a bloody msg online, there's no words limit. Maybe typing "2" can save you 0.0005 seconds when typing a msg. That's retarded. I don't understand the ' ' in the word meet (like when he said 'meet'), was that an attempt to be cute cuz we aren't actually meeting in real life and that it's online? urgh.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br />3) <span style="color:#cc0000;">I tink its fate tat bring us together here!</span> <span style="color:#000099;">--- tink....tat... WTF. I told you, how much time does it take to type one more "h"???? And with that missing "h", it totally makes the word wrong. It makes them look like sounds. Like "tink" is the sound made when you hit a metal rod/pole (a little like the musical instrument TRIANGLE) and "tat" is the sound made when you hit something against wood (like knocking?).</span><br /><br />4) <span style="color:#cc0000;">hope u allow this fate to blosom and we get2koe each other better as frends?</span> <span style="color:#000099;">--- <span style="color:#000099;">It's</span> either his english is REALLY bad not to know that it's "bloSSom" and not "bloSom" , "KNOW" not "KOE" and it's "FRIENDS" not "FRENDS" OR this guy is really in a rush to type a msg cuz he's really very eager to "KOE" me. I'd guess it's the former. </span><br /><br />5) <span style="color:#000099;">Sidetrack part 1 --- WHAT'S WITH THAT FATE THING!!!??? It's annoying the shit outta me. Oh. I guess it's FATE then that he's being scolded by me.</span><br /><br />6) <span style="color:#cc0000;">care2add as frends..;)</span> <span style="color:#000099;">--- Refer to point 2 and 4 and infer my answer</span><span style="color:#000099;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br />7) <span style="color:#000099;">Sidetrack part 2 --- WHAT'S WITH THE STICKING TOGETHER OF WORDS??? Like "care2add" and "nice2'meet'" SINCE WHEN DID "2" REPLACE THE USE OF A SPACE!!!??? Maybe he was trying to act cute like the PUSSYCAT DOLLS in their song "stickwitu" (pronounce it fast like... PIKACHU... something like that). </span><br /><br />8) <span style="color:#cc0000;">can gimi ur email so tat i can add u??</span><span style="color:#000099;"> --- I know the word gimme is an american slang for GIVE ME (like kinda is the slang for KIND OF ) but he should know better that IT'S THE BLOODY WRONG SPELLING! It's already a short form for another word and you still can spell wrongly. WTF. Ya. And the TAT TAT TAT TINK TINK TINK TAT TINK TAT TINK.</span><br /><br />9)<span style="color:#cc0000;"> if not u can add mi at </span><a href="mailto:doremoo@yahoo.com"><span style="color:#cc0000;">doremoo@yahoo.com</span></a> <span style="color:#000099;">--- </span><span style="color:#009900;">I understand that people created act cute email addresses for themselves last time (by last time I meant in PRIMARY and SECONDARY SCHOOL)... Like... </span><a href="mailto:hellokitty@coldmail.com"><span style="color:#009900;">hellokitty@coldmail.com</span></a><span style="color:#009900;"> or </span><a href="mailto:byebyemelody@nohoo.com"><span style="color:#009900;">byebyemelody@nohoo.com</span></a><span style="color:#009900;"> or whatever shit lah. These names are usually based on:</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">1) A cute cartoon character. For e.g. Hello Kitty, Melody, POKEMON blah blah blah</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">2) Cute idol/idols (like in real life) For e.g. TWINS, Edison Chen, F4, 5566 blah blah blah</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">3) Things/sweets that they like. For e.g. peppermint, lollipop, gummybear blah blah blah</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">4) A combination of either of the above with </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">(i) their name </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">(ii) their birthdate </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">(iii) their gender (gal/ger/galz/boi) </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">(iv) a sport they like (v) angels/devils </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">(vi) the words "cute" or "love/luv/lub/lubbb" </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">(vii) forever/foreva/4eva</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">5) A combination of either of the above For e.g. </span><a href="mailto:cutegalz18@nohoo.com"><span style="color:#009900;">cutegalz18@nohoo.com</span></a><span style="color:#009900;">, </span><a href="mailto:edison4cheneva@hmail.com"><span style="color:#009900;">edison4cheneva@hmail.com</span></a><span style="color:#009900;">, </span><a href="mailto:lollipop130790@coldmail.com"><span style="color:#009900;">lollipop130790@coldmail.com</span></a><span style="color:#009900;">, </span><a href="mailto:candyangelgalz@nohoo.com"><span style="color:#009900;">candyangelgalz@nohoo.com</span></a><span style="color:#009900;"> or (most ultimate one is the combination of all) </span><a href="mailto:doraemonf4lollipopjanegerangelluvforeva050590@hmail.com"><span style="color:#009900;">doraemonf4lollipopjanegerangelluvforeva050590@hmail.com</span></a><span style="color:#009900;"> (in case you dont understand, the sequence of the email is cartoon character-cute idols-candy she likes-name-gender-angel-some random cute words-another random cute word blah blah blah</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I mean, these things are cute last time or when you're young (10 to 16 years old), but I always feel that when we get older, these things no longer look cute but rather... kinda childish? Can you imagine giving out your namecard to a possible business client with </span><a href="mailto:pikachuboi77@coldmail.com"><span style="color:#009900;">pikachuboi77@coldmail.com</span></a><span style="color:#009900;"> as your email address??? Or maybe in a club and you're trying to pick up some girls and you show them your namecard with THAT kinda email address? It's NOT cute. That email should change when you're 21? ok. <strong>MAXIMUM AGE</strong> is 25. After that and you still have that kinda email address, you should be condemned and sent to HELLO KITTY HELL!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">After such a long long long LONG explanation, I was trying to say that when you're 28 and you have </span><a href="mailto:doremoo@yahoo.com"><span style="color:#000099;">doremoo@yahoo.com</span></a><span style="color:#000099;"> as your email, YOU ARE A FUCKING RETARD. Don't say "dore is my name and moo is my sir name" kinda bullshit to me. I went to your fucking profile and everything is about DORAEMON. It's pretty obvious where DOREMOO came from, sickass.</span><br /><br />Oh. Just to show you the disgustingly act cute profile... it's <a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/8695375">here</a>.<br /><br />Too bad macbook don't have print screen, OR I'll SHOW YOU WHAT'S SO DISGUSTING!!!<br /><br />Some examples... these are some act cute shit from his profile<br /><br />"<strong>Hometown: Xiao Ding Dang Hua Yuan" --- Xiao ding dang = doraemon and Hua yuan = garden<br /><br />"Occupation:<br />Playing &amp; Tiffing with da Xiong"<br /><br /></strong>In case you don't know, da xiong is a doraemon character (the geeky guy with spectacles aka doraemon's best friend/owner).<strong><br /><br />His profile pictures are ALL doraemon stuff.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's pure disgust</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I think he is suffering from serious identity crisis - he thinks he is DORAEMON!!!! OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">THIS GUY NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION!!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /></strong>Btw, I forgot to save the reply I sent him. If he even replies me, I'll post up the reply. But it goes something like "I think you're disgusting and you can't even speak proper english You're 28 and you act like you're 8." blah blah blah. Kinda same as the reply the previous guy that annoyed me got.<br /><br />This is kinda WHY I'm beginning to dislike friendster.<br /><br />And, I think, Facebook is beginning to have this problem too<strong>.<br /><br />Sad.<br /><br /></strong><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>p/s: I know I say short forms like "ppl" instead of "people" ,"cuz" instead of "because" and "msg instead of "message", but at least I type at least 3 alphabets lesser. As long as I think it saves at least 3 alphabets, it's acceptable. Like "b4" as to "before" saves 4 alphabets. WHY!? NOT HAPPY AH!!!???? FIGHT LAH!</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-5969144377464884828?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-54773878336850070072008-08-13T21:29:00.000-07:002008-08-13T22:42:30.072-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Hello! I'm back to give you a little insight of my present life.<br /><br />I have a ONE WEEK PROJECT!<br /><br />That's <span style="font-weight: bold;">SO</span> exciting!<br /><br />I stayed over in studio last night! YAY -________-"<br /><br /><br /><br />Anyway, I was thinking about bfs yesterday, like, you know, ex-bfs.<br /><br />I realised that if they've appeared in my life in a different order, maybe things would have been different.<br /><br />Weeping should have came 1st, like, my 1st bf. He would have been a great help to my studies and probably, I would have gotten into a better JC and stuff. It would have been a sweet first love, since, I wouldn't deny he treated me the best amongst them.<br /><br />Raymond Lee could have came next, as my 2nd. I would have learnt that things aren't always as sweet as I expected it to be. But then again, he WAS kinda like my 2nd bf, so... hmmm...<br /><br />Zihui could have came after Raymond Lee, after I've had a little lesson about possessive bfs and I could have "escaped" a little earlier and avoided the beatings I've gotten. BUT, those beatings made me learn some stuff too. hmm...<br /><br />I wanna keep David as my current bf because I LOVE HIM THE MOST!!!!! *love love*<br /><br />HURHURHUR. I know that's disgusting. HAHAHAHA!<br /><br />Oh well. If only time can rewind.... but, I kinda don't want it to rewind... I want things the way it is now :)))<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Btw, check out <a href="http://www.wiesmann-mf.com/egtstart.html">THIS</a> car... </span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-5477387833685007007?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-56213533500364445072008-08-11T07:45:00.001-07:002008-08-11T07:46:11.626-07:00THERE'S A PERSON WHO OUTBIDDED ME FOR MY MODULE.<br /><br />NABEH!<br /><br />BY 2 FUCKING POINTS.<br /><br />CHAO CHEE BYE.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-5621353350036444507?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-69368396413180267552008-08-08T08:47:00.000-07:002008-08-08T09:01:32.407-07:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">HELLO. WEILING ISN'T DEAD.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Weiling just wasted $5.50 on her hopes to win 8 million dollars.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Please note the word </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">WASTED</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">No. WEILING DIDN'T WIN. NOT EVEN THE CHEAPEST PRICE.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Weiling has clinched some jobs.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">LIKE FINALLY!!!???? IT'S ABOUT TIME!!!!???</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">*Joke ok. Joke. JOKE!!!!!!!!*</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Weiling will be doing a fashion show at Zouk on the 22nd of Aug.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">No. Weiling cannot catwalk. Still thinking about how she's gonna catwalk.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">D E A D.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Weiling hasn't bidded for her electives yet.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Weiling is damn sian cuz she's damn broke.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >fuck.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Weiling gets sian-er when she suddenly remembers that she starts school on monday at 10am.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Weiling gets sian-est when she suddenly remembers (again) that she owes THE BOYFRIEND 150 bucks.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">End of recent updates about Weiling.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-6936839641318026755?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-24266539517017673552008-07-28T01:24:00.000-07:002008-07-28T01:36:56.624-07:00DAWN AH DAWN.....<br /><br />YOU'RE SO DEAD.<br /><br />NOW EVEN PEOPLE WHO USED TO LOVE YOU, HATE YOU.<br /><br />PEOPLE WHO USED TO TRUST YOU, LEAVE YOU.<br /><br /><a href="http://theliesofdawn.blogspot.com">http://theliesofdawn.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><a href="http://xxvsdy.blogspot.com">http://xxvsdy.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />See lah...<br /><br />All your dirty little secrets are out.<br /><br />Is it really SO HARD to admit that you have plastic surgery? I mean like, we won't blame you. It's not like if we blamed you, you must go back to how you used to look like in the past.<br /><br />CHEY. JUST ADMIT LAH! PLASTIC SURGERY ONLY! SO COMMON NOW!<br /><br />But the worse thing is, why do you have so many alter egos huh? It's scary man.<br /><br />You use alter egos to defend for yourself. OMG.<br /><br />Now all your plagiarism shit is out also.<br /><br />You can change your looks, but you can never change your evil character I guess.<br /><br />One word for you -<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">DEAD.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-2426653951701767355?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-67585898154452208662008-07-17T00:19:00.000-07:002008-07-17T01:33:03.997-07:00Why is everything my fault?<br /><br />Why must everything be an assumption?<br /><br />Why don't you even want to listen to my explanation?<br /><br />Why is your explanation a reason and my explanation an excuse?<br /><br />Why would you rather listen to another girl's rants than mine?<br /><br />Why does she remain she long in your memory?<br /><br />Why is she so unforgettable?<br /><br />Why can you be so happy with her and not me?<br /><br />Why do you find her so precious and not me?<br /><br />Do you know I was very sad when you did that?<br /><br />Why do I try so hard and yet you don't see it?<br /><br />Why is it that you can embarrass me in front of your friends and I can't do the same?<br /><br />I'm really so heartbroken.<br /><br />Can you hear my heart break? Can you hear it shattering?<br /><br />Can you see my tears? Can you feel my tears falling?<br /><br /><br />Why must it happen to me?<br /><br /><br /><br />Why me?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Why....?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-6758589815445220866?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-77135593391373712892008-07-15T04:21:00.000-07:002008-07-15T04:27:48.344-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;">I TELL YOU HOR,</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I WAS WATCHING LOVE BLOSSOMS ON CHANNEL 8,</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">WHERE <span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>ZHANG YAO DONG</strong></span> IS ACTING AS THIS ABC (<span style="font-size:100%;">AMERICAN BORN CHINESE</span>) CALLED <span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>MA DAJI</strong>,</span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">HIS ACCENT IS HORRIBLE! HE WAS TRYING WAYYYYY TOO HARD TILL IT WAS BLOODY IRRITATING! IT DOESN'T EVEN SOUND LIKE AN ABC, HE SOUNDED MORE LIKE A RETARD.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">YOU SHOULD TRY WATCHING IT! FUCKED UP!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-7713559339137371289?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-8035145325670555012008-07-14T22:12:00.000-07:002008-07-14T23:17:22.446-07:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My cable is </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >STILL</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> missing *stares at Marilyn*</span><br /><br /> Nevertheless, it's been a pretty interesting weekend.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Friday</span> - Huilin's birthday celebration at Zouk.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Interesting news of that day</span> - Tourm got DEAD drunk and I think whoever saw us thought we've just killed someone and we're getting rid of her corpse.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Saturday</span> - Huilin's birthday celebration at East Coast Chalet.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Interesting news of that day</span> - Played 20/40 cents mj with Huilin's friends till 5am. Won 20 bucks.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Sunday</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> </span>- C.A.T.S Carnival at Expo Hall 4.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Interesting news of that day</span> </span>- I slept at 6am the previous night, but I woke up at 9.45 feeling alright. And I lost 65 fucking dollars in MJ.<br /><br />Ok. So I'm gonna blog about the carshow. Was pretty excited about it - 1st time wearing something like that and PLUS I ate a little too much at the chalet. <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">GOT TUMMY LAH!!!</span></span><br /><br />Not to mention that Amanda, Jocelyn and Michelle are all so thin and they can fit into the size M skirt and I cannot -_____________-"<br /><br />Some pictures and <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">STOP STARING AT MY TUMMY!!! I'll EAT YOU UP I TELL YOU!!!!!</span><br /><br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw0-2iDLBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/tXmWjgUM7QQ/s1600-h/IMG_0994.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw0-2iDLBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/tXmWjgUM7QQ/s320/IMG_0994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223107922237795346" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> This is Amanda. She can pose super well. Damn creative!</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw10-EsfQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OotMe5IqmeM/s1600-h/IMG_5337.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw10-EsfQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OotMe5IqmeM/s320/IMG_5337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223108851975093506" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> Amanda, Michelle, Jocelyn, Yours truly</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw19KBMi9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/_xBO1A0I46U/s1600-h/IMG_5338.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw19KBMi9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/_xBO1A0I46U/s320/IMG_5338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223108992620596178" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> If you didn't know, I was using the paper to cover my tummy.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw2HyKk0oI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xMCDs8I4TWM/s1600-h/IMG_5340.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw2HyKk0oI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xMCDs8I4TWM/s320/IMG_5340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223109175196045954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw2SFRTecI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Ig8BldRcGIM/s1600-h/IMG_5344.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw2SFRTecI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Ig8BldRcGIM/s320/IMG_5344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223109352123234754" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> Nicolle, our "mamasan".</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw2qLzuViI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FlXbOq_OR6g/s1600-h/IMG_5412.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw2qLzuViI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FlXbOq_OR6g/s320/IMG_5412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223109766195074594" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> THE </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">BOSS</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw21If9TNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Rs9EeoqfMDY/s1600-h/IMG_5413.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw21If9TNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Rs9EeoqfMDY/s320/IMG_5413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223109954285423826" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> Nicolle can easily replace me lah! She's also damn pretty can!?</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw3MGO6V5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/V2bLS7XPs-0/s1600-h/IMG_5414.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw3MGO6V5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/V2bLS7XPs-0/s320/IMG_5414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223110348814047122" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> Camwhore sessions</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw3Meawy1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lkBAeY5Tm9M/s1600-h/IMG_5415.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw3Meawy1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lkBAeY5Tm9M/s320/IMG_5415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223110355306203986" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw3MgJIZKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CPQyaZp4ZiU/s1600-h/IMG_5416.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw3MgJIZKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CPQyaZp4ZiU/s320/IMG_5416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223110355769124002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw3xpVx-oI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Oaqe4073nXM/s1600-h/CIMG4725.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw3xpVx-oI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Oaqe4073nXM/s320/CIMG4725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223110993893259906" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> I told you she got super a lot of poses</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw4CVjv2YI/AAAAAAAAAKo/51_Pm2q9AKk/s1600-h/CIMG4728.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw4CVjv2YI/AAAAAAAAAKo/51_Pm2q9AKk/s320/CIMG4728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223111280640907650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw4Q1Fq3rI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CPU_qMUYSfQ/s1600-h/CIMG4740.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw4Q1Fq3rI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CPU_qMUYSfQ/s320/CIMG4740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223111529622855346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw5NgMb78I/AAAAAAAAAK4/9stp86ZmKcg/s1600-h/IMG_0548.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw5NgMb78I/AAAAAAAAAK4/9stp86ZmKcg/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223112571986112450" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> The girl in red is Jessica. She's a professional model and she's HOT!</span><br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw9bE63AAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yTZ9XT__uM4/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223117203229310978" border="0" /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> I forgot to mention that she's a mixed blood - her Dad's mongolian and her mum is Chinese. So she's got Eurasian features. Envy x 10000000000</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw5rVDpHnI/AAAAAAAAALI/nlfpxmGOMOo/s1600-h/IMG_5420.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw5rVDpHnI/AAAAAAAAALI/nlfpxmGOMOo/s320/IMG_5420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223113084392513138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw59U1n0SI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tewez2nAGTY/s1600-h/IMG_5421.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw59U1n0SI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tewez2nAGTY/s320/IMG_5421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223113393571352866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw6UNRzniI/AAAAAAAAALY/PB9w_act5Yo/s1600-h/IMG_5422.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw6UNRzniI/AAAAAAAAALY/PB9w_act5Yo/s320/IMG_5422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223113786679074338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw6sdJxpiI/AAAAAAAAALg/8-CNk9zPDCA/s1600-h/Resize_of_DSC_0011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw6sdJxpiI/AAAAAAAAALg/8-CNk9zPDCA/s320/Resize_of_DSC_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223114203257218594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw7Bz_9eCI/AAAAAAAAALo/A_HzsMKC5f0/s1600-h/Resize_of_DSC_0042.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw7Bz_9eCI/AAAAAAAAALo/A_HzsMKC5f0/s320/Resize_of_DSC_0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223114570167318562" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Not I camwhore one hor! Some photographer snapped this. Like paparazzi.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw7CVs5dKI/AAAAAAAAALw/t6BGJKG7aKM/s1600-h/Resize_of_DSC_0043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SHw7CVs5dKI/AAAAAAAAALw/t6BGJKG7aKM/s320/Resize_of_DSC_0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223114579214169250" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I was covering up my tummy again. It's cold hor! Try wearing that suit lah!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">It's PVC, so you'll be sweating like mad underneath and the material is </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">NOT</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> very absorbent. Not to mention it was super tight and I feel like a mummy. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">And the BOOTS!</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> Oh! The boots, damn high and pointed. I thought my toes were broken cuz I can't feel them after standing for </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">8 FUCKING HOURS!!!!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >I SURVIVED!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">With these photos, I've decided to lose weight. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Really really</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-803514532567055501?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-13796358293247640072008-07-09T09:22:00.002-07:002008-07-09T10:16:10.673-07:00crazy <span style="font-weight: bold;">indian</span> woman.<br /><br />seriously having signs of menopause<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9h-uVThKygo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9h-uVThKygo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-1379635829324764007?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-69856954748527092782008-07-08T02:11:00.000-07:002008-07-08T02:35:43.767-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">YES! STUPID LTA!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I DON'T CARE IF I'LL GET A LAWSUIT OR WHAT IF I WRITE THIS POST!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'M DAMN FED UP WITH THE STUPID UPGRADING-FOR-THE-BETTER-FUTURE SHIT!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'M SURE A LOT OF PEOPLE ARE EQUALLY AS UNHAPPY AS I AM!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!</span></span><br /><br />Let me ask you guys... What do you see when you're traveling on the road (by cars or cabs)? ROADWORKS!<br /><br />It's bloody irritating! I just don't understand why such roadworks take place in the <span style="font-weight: bold;">SAME PLACE</span> once in every<span style="font-weight: bold;"> FEW MONTHS</span>?<br /><br />It adds to the irritation that it takes place <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">IN THE DAY</span>!<br /><br />I mean, wouldn't it be better if it these road works take place at night when the traffic flow is MUCH MUCH MUCH lesser?<br /><br />Wouldn't it be better for the workers as well? They don't have to work under the unbearable sun! It'll be MUCH cooler at night as well!<br /><br />I'm sure the workers will prefer that too!!!!<br /><br />Horrible lah!<br /><br />In case you're wondering why I'm complaining. It's because my cab fare from Eunos to Pasir Ris actually increased by 4 fucking bucks just because of the STUPID roadworks ongoing at the slip road towards PIE at Eunos. I'm not sure how to explain the exact location, but I know that if you exit from there to PIE, the next exit will be Bedok Reservoir.<br /><br />WTF. Usually, <span style="font-weight: bold;">IF WITHOUT THE BLOODY ROADWORKS</span>, the cab fare would be about 7 to 8 bucks. But <span style="font-weight: bold;">BECAUSE OF THIS BLOODY ROADWORKS</span>, the cab fare was actually 12 bucks. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >FUCKING HELL!!!???</span><br /><br />This slip road is considered an "important" road because many drivers from Eunos will be using this exit to go to PIE. Usually, this road already has quite a big of problems due to it merging to form one lane, now, it got worse.<br /><br />Seriously hor... <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">KNNBCCB!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-6985695474852709278?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-67694701879349421332008-07-04T04:06:00.000-07:002008-07-04T04:11:04.349-07:00It's time for me to change my blogskin.<br /><br />I need to change to something that's a non-navigating one so that I can put my nuffnang thingy to use.<br /><br />Anyway, I've got work tonight at St James (like again -__-")<br /><br />I hope I can sell faster tonight. I'm so very tired. I hope everything will go smoothly.<br /><br />Got casting and work tomorrow.<br /><br />Why does events only come when my school is about to start??????!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-6769470187934942133?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-65593811450940141352008-07-02T23:52:00.000-07:002008-07-03T01:05:48.529-07:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >Wah.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >Xiaxue's blog is damn juicy. She is no doubt my <span style="font-weight: bold;">favourite</span> blogger man! I seriously won't fail to check out her blog once every few days. She IS very crude and straightforward at times (ok. most of the time.), but it's just what she feels! It's not her fault what! Would you rather people be straightforward to you or would you they be hypocrites?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >Hmm. Since I last checked </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;" href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/">Xiaxue's</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" > webby, there seemed to be a deleted post. It seemed to be an apology to Dawn (which is very not her since she seldom apologizes). I figured that I missed out some sort of post that perhaps "insulted" Dawn Yang.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >Of course, the KAYPOH me managed to find what she has apparently posted on </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;" href="http://xanga.com/dawn_wayang">Dawn Wayang</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >To summarize, these are the points about Dawn Yang that she has "claimed"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" ><span class="style2"><span class="style2"><span class="style1"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" > 1) That Tinsel Management dropped Dawn,<br /> 2) That Dawn had failed to join 98.7FM as a DJ,<br /> 3) That Dawn lied about an offer by Jacky Wu,<br /> 4) That Dawn has breast implants and armpit scars,<br /> 5) That she lied about how much she was earning, and<br /> 6) That she had lied about her heritage.</span><br /></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >SERIOUSLY AH, I feel that I can agree to these "claims" leh! Well. At least some of them. I'm not very sure about points 1 to 5 but for point 6....hmmm.... kinda doubtful, really. About point 4, although I've <span style="font-weight: bold;">HEARD </span>the rumor that she joined the Taiwan entertainment industry, but I haven't actually seen her in any. I've <span style="font-weight: bold;">HEARD</span>, again, that she was in one of Jacky Wu's show, but I haven't actually seen, again, her in any too.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >In the more recent Xiaxue posts, Xiaxue defended for herself (<span style="font-weight: bold;">BRAVO! I LIKEY LIKEY!</span>) and she actually compared Dawn to her friend Arissa. I personally found the similarities that Xiaxue pointed out rather true! MY GOD!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >I won't deny that I don't really like Dawn Yang either. Oh well. Everyone (ok lah. MOST PEOPLE <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >who ain't blind</span>) will know that she has actually gone under the knife. I feel that her blog lacks the "entertainment" that Xiaxue can provide. Dawn's blog is really all just about her, which event she went to, which country she went to, her, her, her and her. Look at her photos lah. I read hers like.... once a fortnight? Once a week ONLY IF I'm fucking bored and ran outta blogs to read. I kinda feel a little that she is trying to "show off" than anything else she is trying to achieve.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >Oh well. That Arissa that Xiaxue pointed out IS really <span style="font-weight: bold;">VERY</span> pretty and I <span style="font-weight: bold;">SUPER ENVY HER</span> LAH! Good looks + good figure + RICH + everything else a girl wants. WAH LAU EH. It reminds me of how KOR MIA I am. I mean, it's kinda true that she might be <span style="font-weight: bold;">THE</span> girl that another girl might want to be.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >In case you guys get all confused, let me give you a step by step guide to this cat fight. I suggest you open the following links in tabs and DON'T CLOSE THEM. (<span style="font-size:78%;">In case you didn't know, the words in blue can be linked, dumbass.</span>)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >1) Go to<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> </span></span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;" href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/">Xiaxue's</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" > and check out the post on <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">A revelation of feelings, posted on Monday 30th June.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >2) Then you should be wondering - WHAT HAPPENED? ok. Then you go to </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial;" href="http://xanga.com/dawn_wayang">Dawn Wayang</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">.</span> It's the most recent post actually. You'll have to <span style="font-weight: bold;">scroll down</span> and you'll find Xiaxue's <span style="font-weight: bold;">INITIAL post on A revelation of feelings.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >3) Go back to Xiaxue's blog to read her post on <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">An update, posted on Wednesday 2nd June.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >4) Go read Dawn Wayang's most recent entry ( I know I referred to that entry just now. But I'm asking you to read Dawn Wayang's own entry now, not the copy of Xiaxue's deleted entry.)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >5) Then read Xiaxue's most recent entry on <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Yet another update - And I'm not happy, posted on Thursday 3rd June.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >6) Go </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;" href="http://dawnyang.com/">Dawn Yang</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">'s</span> blog to see what Dawn has to say about this whole thing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">SEE LAH. Told you this thing is juicy.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">PS: I'm only a poor student stating my point of view. Please don't sue me!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">PPS: XIAXUE! I SUPPORT YOU!!! I LOVE XIAXUE!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">PPPS: I don't really hate Dawn Yang or whatever, I just dislike her. I don't hate her. I feel that my dislike for her is rather similar to Xiaxue's dislike for her. </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-6559381145094014135?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-30536950215778932782008-07-01T00:37:00.000-07:002008-07-01T01:10:56.192-07:00<span style="font-size:100%;">HAHA.<br /><br />As some of you might know, I went for the New Paper New Face audition.<br /><br />AND.....<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I DIDN'T GET IN!!!!!!!!<br /><br />HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Don't worry lah. I'm not sad or depressed or disappointed or whatever lah.<br /><br />I think I'm too OLD and too FAT for this now.<br /><br />In fact, I was worried the finals will clash with the exams.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >No. I wasn't trying to console myself.</span><br /><br />So, my friend suddenly told me she saw my photo on the asiaone webby.<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SGnh42Bfl3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/edQuPb-clCs/s320/pic18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217950009976133490" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >INDEED!</span> It's me. In one of the most unglam position ever. <span style="font-style: italic;">No wonder she can recognize me.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />OK LAH. Actually it's quite </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >artistic</span><span style="font-size:100%;">. HAHA.<br /><br />It's actually on the front page of <a href="http://www.asiaone.com/">Asiaone webby</a><br /> (There are photos to summarize the news and stuff on the top left hand corner. My photo is the 6th one.)<br /><br />There's one more that is even more unglam.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SGniyKofoFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/d7G2XCUZtCI/s1600-h/pic26.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SGniyKofoFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/d7G2XCUZtCI/s320/pic26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217950994760966226" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Damn. I look fat.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">ps: Check out the girl in black (standing up). HER ARSE IS FIRM MAN!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-3053695021577893278?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-15117640068753679212008-06-30T21:15:00.001-07:002008-07-01T00:25:30.129-07:00Alex called up to tell me to work tonight.<br /><br />IT'S A FUCKING TUESDAY NIGHT<br /><br />WHO WILL GO!?<br /><br />I don't know. Don't ask me why I actually agreed to work tonight.<br /><br />OH! I JUST HOPE I CAN HIT THE TARGET TONIGHT!!!!<br /><br />PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.................<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Updates: I'm NOT working tonight. I'll be working tmr at this place called Geographer instead.</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-1511764006875367921?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-82821727352150011302008-06-29T21:16:00.001-07:002008-06-29T21:23:25.292-07:00My darling David has gone to Hong Kong.<br /><br />He'll be back tmr but I MISS HIM SO MUCH ALREADY!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sigh~</span></span><br /><br />Anyway, we're planning to go to Bangkok soon (probably end July) but I need to know where to book the cheapest air tickets and stuff.<br /><br />I heard my friends mention about some websites, like <a href="http://www.statravel.com/">www.statravel.com</a>, that offer air tickets at a student or lower prices. I went to check out the statravel but I seriously DO NOT think it's cheap (go see if for yourself!)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Do hit me with recommendations of where to get cheap air tickets online! Oh ya! I need recommendations for good and reasonably priced hotels too!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-8282172735215001130?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-34308664096324451992008-06-27T21:59:00.000-07:002008-06-27T22:06:52.885-07:00Things haven't been going too well at St James.<br /><br />I have to <span style="font-weight: bold;">STRUGGLE</span> to earn my stupid 7 trays! Like EVEN on FRIDAYS!<br /><br />Fridays are usually the easier of the 2 days, but I had to sell till 4.30am yesterday!<br /><br />To make things worse, someone nearly got into a fight and broke 9 of my <span style="font-weight: bold;">UNSOLD</span> glasses!<br /><br />YES! <span style="font-weight: bold;">UNSOLD</span>! I was so angry and yet I can't lose my temper and I'm at a total loss of what to do!<br /><br />I felt so guilty when I ran over and told James I broke the unsold glasses.<br />He didn't scold me, which made me feel worse. I just kept apologizing to him.<br /><br />Oooh. I just hope things will get better.<br /><br />I really just wanna save up for my bangkok trip :(((<br /><br />I hope tonight won't be an equally bad night. I really really hope I can sell enough trays tonight.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-3430866409632445199?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-39001927763838614372008-06-26T02:15:00.000-07:002008-06-26T02:58:33.523-07:00Remember I said I will be doing a section called <span style="font-weight: bold;">STUPID MSGS FROM STUPID GUYS</span>?<br /><br />Ok. Let me start it now.<br /><br />Got a number of stupid msgs from them already. (by them, I refer to the stupid guys)<br /><br />These posts are not to HUMILIATE them, but rather, WARN you girls of stupid and irritating guys like them out there.<br /><br />My responses are in <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">red</span>.<br /><br />1)<br />Gnome wants to brighten your day with a smile. Check out Gnome's profile and send a reply. <div class="bold">A message from Gnome: </div> <div id="ln0">hi there</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln2">u're adorable i would like to say</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln4">I'm Steve</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln6">Cheers<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">WTF. With a name like Gnome, WOULD </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">YOU</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> HIT IT!? Crazy. I'm obviously NOT adorable. So, FUCK OFF.</span><br /><br />2)<br /><div>Richard wants to brighten your day with a smile. Check out Richard's profile and send a reply.</div> <div class="bold">A message from Richard: </div> <div id="ln0">Hi,</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln2">Just came across your profile and think you are pretty hot! Care to be friends? :)</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln4">Cheers,</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln5">Richard<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">EH. FUCK YOU LAH.</span><br /><br />3)<br /><div id="ln0">hi can be friend ??</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln1">phoenix_abf@yahoo.com.sg<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">See reply above.</span><br /><br />4)<br /><div id="ln0">hi there weiling,</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln1">I knew that you were very very familiar, though it's not a chessy trick. I saw you once on Wholivesnearyou, through your friend huiling. Not that i know here either.</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln3">BUt well jus wondering if you're ok 2 converse via msn. no ill intents, if you don't find the slight chemistry of being a platonic friend,you can ignore me thereafter.</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln5">Here's my msn- yusuke_shorin@hotmail.com</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln7">Alex signing off,</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln8">just trying to do what's my heart telling me to do.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Since he took the effort to write such a long msg, I shall not put his efforts to waste. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">1st, it's not CHESSY, it's CHEESY.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">2nd, it's not huiling, it's huilin.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">3rd, you don't have to tell me you're signing off, I KNOW you're signing off.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">But, good effort for the use of vocab. So, I will write a longer reply.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"Hi there Alex,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I must first apologize as I find you very very very unfamiliar.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Don't worry, I know it's obviously NOT a chessy trick because there is not even a word called chessy in the dictionary. I figured that you actually mean cheesy.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I must say that you're very understanding! Because you totally understood how I felt about not wanting to be your friend. I indeed don't find any slight chemistry of being a platonic friend with you and I will be sure to ignore you thereafter!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Yours very very truly,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Weiling."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">In short form, what I meant was FUCK YOU AND FUCK OFF.</span><br /><br />4) hi....wei ling wat is yr friendster email wan add u be friend......<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">See the reply for (2)</span><br /><br /></div></div></div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <form name="reply_form" action="sendmessage.php" method="post"> <input name="action" value="reply" type="hidden"><input name="firstname" value="Richard" type="hidden"><input name="uid" value="4601440" type="hidden"><input name="hid" value="1831625" type="hidden"> </form> <form name="forward_form" action="sendmessage.php" method="post"> <input name="action" value="forward" type="hidden"><input name="uid" value="4601440" type="hidden"><input name="hid" value="1831625" type="hidden"> </form> <form name="delete_form" action="messages.php" method="post"> <input name="_submitted" value="1" type="hidden"><input name="action" value="delete" type="hidden"><input name="recipient" value="4601440" type="hidden"><input value="on" name="mark_1831625" type="hidden"><input name="folder" value="Inbox" type="hidden"> </form> hmmm. That's about all for now. I deleted some of the msgs by accident. knn.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-3900192776383861437?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-85476389969305226472008-06-26T00:28:00.000-07:002008-06-26T02:05:12.703-07:00Sorry for the lack of posts lately.<br /><br />I can't find my fucking cable again and therefore, I can't fucking upload my fucking photos.<br /><br />Oh man. This sucks.<br /><br />Since I can't upload any photos for the time being, I shall blog about this SLUT I met while working for the casino event on Monday.<br /><br />HURHURHUR. FYI, the casino event was simply the screening of James Bond - Casino Royale at The Screening Room at Ann Siang Rd. It's a pretty cool place with nice ambience and architecture. You can check them out <a href="http://www.screeningroom.com.sg/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">here</span>.</a><br /><br />To cut the long story short, there were 6 of us working. Candice (whom I met at another event before), Amanda, Iris, Joanne, Crystal (if that is how you spell her name) and yours truly. We were divided into pairs and assigned to the respective levels to do our job. I was paired with Candice and our job is to be "Bond Girls". YES. All we did was pose and smile as the guests took a short clip impersonating JAMES BOND. Yes yes yes. Stupid. I know. Don't remind me.<br /><br />SO, I noticed this ang moh guy who is quite handsome (but vertically challenged) and we approached him to record the video. I mean like, that was part of our job too - we had to approach random ppl and ask if they would like to take a video. OK. Backtrack. That ang moh seemed pretty interested in Candice. He kept looking at her and stuff, damn obvious. So, ok, this particular ang moh will be referred to again in the later part of the story.<br /><br />Then, I saw this girl who we (Candice and I) thought was quite pretty. She is tall, very slim and fair and she had a lovely face. We had no idea who she is as this was a invited-only party, I figured that she should be a socialite. HURHURHUR.<br /><br />This girl was flirting with the guys, particularly ang mohs (and more particularly, the ang moh who was interested in Candice). SLUT. She was really damn slutty lah. Like her every actions are slutty. EEYER. I'm sure you girls will know what I am talking about lah. So, she will be referred to as Orange Slut cuz she was in a orange top.<br /><br />Eventually, Candice, Amanda, Joanne and Crystal were assigned to the "casino room" to fulfill part 2 of our job. The "casino room" is literally a casino room lah. There was Blackjack, Baccarat, Roulette and some casino games tables where ppl can bet with chips that were given out. Iris and I were assigned to the roof terrace to continue giving out chips.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">WTF @#$%%&amp;*! I WANNA BE AT THE TABLE TO BET SIA!</span></span><br /><br />When Iris and I finally got back to the casino room, Candice told us that the orange slut actually kuai lan her (translation: fucked/pissed her off). Candice was assigned to the Baccarat table and when she was giving out the cards, that orange slut said very slutty-ly "Is that even how you deal the cards?" Candice, being such a gentle and sweet girl, ignored her. When Candice told me that, I felt pissed off for her!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">FUCK. YOU THINK WE REALLY WORK IN A CASINO AH? SIAO. CANDICE JUST TURNED 18! SHE CAN'T EVEN ENTER THE CASINO YET!!?? YOU THINK EVERYONE IS AN ESCORT LIKE YOU WHO GOES TO THE CASINO ALL THE TIME AH?</span></span><br /><br />ok. Backtrack. We (now, Iris and I) realised that the ang moh is still very interested in Candice as he is STILL stealing glances at her. HEH. Meanwhile, that orange slut kept giving Candice a very DU LAN + jealous + arrogant look while clinging on to the ang moh. SIAO. Candice revealed that the ang moh actually asked for her number just now. AH. That explains that DU LAN + jealous + arrogant look on that orange slut's face.<br /><br />Nearing the end of the event, there was a very special bidding. The guests are invited to bid for prizes with chips! Not potato chips, but casino chips. And the prizes don't come cheap man. The bid for a dinner voucher at fullerton comes at 3000. As in like, 3000 bucks worth of chips. But since the chips were given out, I figured that this should be just a more creative lucky draw. They aren't actually paying, but in fact, they were trying to see who won the most and that lucky dude (or bitch) will get to "win" a prize! The best prize of the night was a voucher for the iphone when it comes to Singapore.<br /><br />The orange slut came over to the prize table prior to the auction with her equally as slutty friend. They were browsing through the prizes and suddenly exclaimed " OOOOOOOOOH! THE iPHONE!!! I WANT THE iPHONE!!!" See lah. Sluts.<br /><br />When the auction started, Iris and I had to take turns holding up the prizes as they call out their bids. STUPID RIGHT? wah liao eh. <span style="font-style: italic;">Lucky I shaved my armpits.</span><br /><br />Then when the better prizes came along, the sluts and their gang (which consists of THAT ang moh and some rich-looking uncles) got rather excited. They were "fighting" with another group of Indian bidders, constantly trying to outbid each other. I overheard the sluts' plans to save some chips to eventually bid for the iphone -_______-" D E S P I C A B L E<br /><br />So, when the iphone voucher was finally up for bidding, wah, the action got even more drama. The sluts seemed to have forgotten their image and were shouting and frantically discussing with their "sugar daddies" whenever someone outbid them. S I A O. The bid even went up to like 500000 chips lah. Crazy. The scene actually turned rather hilarious when the Indian bidders said that they will add 5000 chips to whatever the sluts' gang bid is. Poor Iris was still holding up the iphone voucher after like 5 mins lah.<br /><br />THEN, the real drama comes. Suddenly, this woman from the back said that she actually has more chips than both of them. HAH. Another competitor. The auctioneer got rather confused as all of them seemed to have the same amount of chips and it'll be too troublesome for us to count as it would take YEARS. He then decided to have 2nd judges, which is US! HARHAR.<br /><br />Then the slut chu pattern sia! She stomped over and SNATCHED (yes. <span style="font-weight: bold;">SNATCHED</span>) the voucher <span style="font-weight: bold;">VERY RUDELY</span> away from Iris's hands and said " GIVE IT TO ME! THIS IS MINE!" KNNBCCB. WTF IS THAT? I stared at Iris and Iris stared back at me and we were damn stunned to react lah! We were damn stunned by this kinda rudeness and that was so goddamn mother fucking bratty lah!<br /><br />So, after like, 10 seconds of stun-ness, Iris quickly informed one of the person-in-charge that the stupid orange slut SNATCHED that voucher from our hands and went off. I watched in UTTER HORROR as the slut SASHAY in front of the group of Indian bidders with the iphone voucher in her hands as if to announce that she won it! The Indians then snatched it over from her and wanted to tear it into 2 (like jokingly) saying that they should share it!<br /><br />OMG. I have NEVER seen such dramatic auctions before. AND I HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH A SLUTTY WHORE BEFORE!<br /><br />The person-in-charge quickly ran over and asked for the voucher back. WAH. Maciam like prince in shining armor leh! But she's a woman lah! So it's princess in shining armor!<br /><br />We were OBVIOUSLY damn pissed with the stupid slut's actions. And we decided NOT to choose her. As for the Indian bidders, they ATTEMPTED TO TEAR THE VOUCHER IN HALF! So, they were out also. So, the winner for the iphone was the last woman. She gave the voucher to her client! So nice lah!<br /><br />SERIOUSLY, I can reenact the whole damn scene out for you guys. I can NEVER forget how that slut actually SNATCHED that voucher from us. wah piang eh.<br /><br />FUCKING JEALOUS, ARROGANT, GOOD FOR NOTHING SLUT! <span style="font-weight: bold;">SHE</span> IS WHAT I CALL AN SPG!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-8547638996930522647?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-169060180497304392008-06-16T05:17:00.000-07:002008-06-16T05:25:02.780-07:00Hello to my faithful readers (by "faithful", I mean kaypoh).<br /><br />It's been a long time since I last blogged.<br /><br />YES! I have been busy playing MAHJONG, which is the greatest game of all time.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >AND I WON BACK THE 100 BUCKS LOST TO BRIAN/CHARLOTTE LAST WEEK!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!</span><br /><br />BUT, I lost to them within ONE round and I need 2 freaking days (4 rounds of mj) to win back the same amount.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">HURHURHUR.</span><br /><br />OH. I will update tmr. I got a few more stupid msgs on friendster and facebook already. I decided to start a section called <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" >SMFSG - STUPID MSGS FROM STUPID GUYS.</span><br /><br />Stay tuned ok!<br /><br />XoxoOXOxoxoOXOoxoOXOXoxoxoXOXoxoxOXOXOXOxoxoxoXOXOXOxoxoOXOxoXOOXo<br /><br />HAHA! FUCKED UP!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-16906018049730439?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-27921827883085263042008-06-11T00:37:00.000-07:002008-06-11T00:49:35.057-07:00In case you don't know, Jessica Alba gave birth to a baby girl a few days ago.<br /><br />And guess what she named her baby?<br /><br />HONOR.<br /><br />Yes.<br /><br />HONOR MARIE WARREN.<br /><br />wah piang eh. She named her Honor cuz she feels that it's an honor having her fiance's kid -_-"<br /><br />It's a stupid name can? Can you imagine calling her? "Eh! Honor!"<br /><br />It sounds like I'm calling a dog or a horse. I'll name my horse Honor if I have one.<br /><br />All I can say is, she's pretty dumb. Not only because of this case of naming the poor kid Honor, but also cuz of the things she said.<br /><br />That's really what I call a bimbo ok.<br /><br />Oh well. If you really wanna know what dumb stuff she says, just check out <a href="http://www.dlisted.com/">dlisted</a><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-2792182788308526304?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-65039493234602636932008-06-07T22:17:00.000-07:002008-06-07T22:23:59.585-07:00Indians have once again disappointed me and NOT proven me that they're the best of the races.<br /><br />Was working at St James yesterday, this group of Indians (whom I initially thought were very civilized based on their clothes and looks), was super duper touchy!<br /><br />Fucking hell.<br /><br />They kept holding on to me, clinging to my waist, moving down to my ass and one was even grinding me from behind lah! One even kissed me lah!<br /><br />FUCK! But of course, now I'm a little smarter, I SIAM! I kept elbowing them to keep them away! chao chee bye.<br /><br />They were holding on to me and refuse to let me go! And I can't leave cuz they haven't pay up yet! Horrible.<br /><br />I will ALWAYS remember the guy who grinded me, hold my waist and kissed me.<br /><br />To him: YOU ARE DISGUSTING, YOU DON'T HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR GIRLS.<br /><br />I will NOT approach Indians anymore.<br /><br />I relayed this incident to James, I haven't even finished what I wanna say and James already said "Indians are very touchy one." WTF.<br /><br />NOW I KNOW ALREADY. FUCK YOU!!!! DIE!!!!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-6503949323460263693?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-2875863192319083372008-06-07T03:09:00.000-07:002008-06-07T03:13:13.081-07:00Yesterday was a good and VERY LUCKY night.<br /><br />Managed to sell 8 trays. But I'm not sure if I can maintain my sales.<br /><br />But I lost 20 bucks. Not sure where it went to. Oh well. Forget it then.<br /><br />Hopefully tonight will be an equally good night :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-287586319231908337?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-40515936426785181502008-06-06T00:52:00.000-07:002008-06-06T00:54:35.702-07:00It was the most horriblest and terriblest experience yesterday.<br /><br /><br />I promise I'll be good from now :(<br /><br /><br />PS: For you English-correcting dodos, horriblest and terriblest are words I made up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-4051593642678518150?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-5826263450874434072008-06-05T07:23:00.000-07:002008-06-05T08:05:47.820-07:00Oh. This one was really funny. Sent me laughing my ass off. Showed it to David and his reaction was so cute.<br /><br />Once again, stupid sentences are highlighted in orange and red.<br />"<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Is there something more?</span><br />Between <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=504789397">You</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=677812214">Alexander Lim</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=677812214"></a><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=677812214">Alexander Lim</a><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/inbox/readmessage.php?t=1006554857613&amp;mbox_pos=0#">Add as Friend</a><br />June 4 at 4:54pm<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/inbox/readmessage.php?t=1006554857613&amp;mbox_pos=0#">Report Message</a><br />Hey, how's it going. Hope you're enjoying the pseudo pokes hugs slaps bites here. <span style="color:#ff9900;">Let's go deeper</span> and <span style="color:#ff0000;">talk like normal people</span> =)All I know abt you now is that <span style="color:#ff9900;">you have a student look</span> and <span style="color:#ff9900;">can be a little naughty at times</span>. <span style="color:#ff0000;">I'd like to know more</span>.<span style="color:#ff9900;">So what's your story</span>?<br /><br /><br />HOW STUPID IS THAT???<br /><br />1) There will be NOTHING MORE between us.<br /><br />2) I definitely don't wanna go deeper with him.<br /><br />3) I already AM talking like a normal person.<br /><br />3a) He is NOT.<br /><br />4) " You have the student look" is the stupidest pick up line I've ever heard.<br /><br />4a) He has the STUPID look.<br /><br />5) WTF? "A little naughty at times?" What has it gotta do with him.<br /><br />6) I DON'T WANT HIM TO KNOW MORE.<br /><br />7) My story is that THIS is the END of the story.<br /><br />OH MY FUCKING GOD. This has gotta be one of the stupidest, cheesiest, brainless msgs that I've gotten.<br /><br />If he is in front of me, saying all these bullshit to me, I'll give him one tight slap.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=677812214">LINK TO THE DUMBASS</a><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-582626345087443407?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-8101243204411421752008-06-02T21:03:00.000-07:002008-06-02T22:19:12.617-07:00I really hate stupid people.<br /><br />I don't actually mean intellectually stupid, for e.g. people who don't do well in school because they're just not as clever.<br /><br />I mean people who are actually NOT stupid but make themselves look stupid.<br /><br />I refer to several types of people, which are listed below<br /><br />1) pEopLe wHo taLkS LikE tHiS ( I used to talk like that, BUT HELLO? This were used by teens about 5 or 6 years ago.)<br /><br />2) People who don't know proper english 1 - I don't even know how to form a sentence with the words they use. Some examples - ii lubb euuu, bbut euuu donn lubb miii. In case you don't understand what that was, it says I love you but you don't love me. WTF? I call this rubbish language.<br /><br />3) People who can't speak proper english 2 - This group of people speaks AH BENG english. Which means lousy english.<br /><br />OH WELL. I'm not perfect in english either. But I try my best to speak it properly.<br /><br /><br />And after all this explanation and classification, let me show you what led me to this post.<br /><br />I received this mail on nightlife.sg<br /><br />"<br /><div style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><b>On1 Jun 2008, milleniumgxwrote</b>: </div><div style="border-left: 3px solid rgb(153, 153, 153); margin-left: 5px;"><blockquote style="margin-left: 3px;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >halo</span><span style="font-size:130%;">..... wow a</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > day 2 know you u look cheerful and smile sweet</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" > i guess this u and u have the look to be model</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> haha haha </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >anyway u look very pretty make me wan 2 die 2 know u</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >i hope u will drop me more mail in future.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >i'm eager and like 2 know more about u can tell me</span><span style="font-size:130%;">........... ? </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >anyway hope we can chat more cya</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> . </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >have add me in ur friendster?<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >record my hp ?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >free cal me</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />> ~i'm A.L.V.I.N T.A.N:......<br />><br />> @ M lo@<br />><br />> @27 Years old@<br />><br />> @23th of July@<br />><br />> @171 Cm ; 64 Kg@<br />><br />> @</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >32:27(Waist):flat(butt) ** Slim n fit woh</span><span style="font-size:130%;">**@<br />><br />> @LEO @<br />><br />> @</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Face:fair N body tanned not dark ok! juz average skin but can C me loh</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> ^^@<br />><br />> @</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Race:CHINESE(pure chinese lar!!!)</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />><br />> @</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >MoNeKy leh</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> @<br />> I LOVE:<br />><br />> ~***My my father,MUM ,bro n sis ~JS~***~<br />><br />> ~***My Family***~<br />><br />> ~***My Friendsss***~<br />><br />><br />> @ country: SG boy .... singaporean<br />> > bye<br />> ><br />> > Alvin Tan<br />> > </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >hp: +659019366-</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />> > email: milleniumgx@hotmail.com<br />***My Friendsss***~"</span></p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">It's a serious wtf moment. I wanted to highlight the wrong sentences in red, but I realized that the whole passage will be in red then -_-"<br /><br />So, the mistakes are highlighted in red and orange.<br /><br />1) </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >halo</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> - In case you didn't know, it's spelled as HELLO. And in case you didn't know again, halo is the ring above the angels.<br /><br />2)</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> a day 2 know you u look cheerful and smile sweet</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> - <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I'm not very sure what the meaning of this sentence is. I guess he is trying to say that this is a day to know me and I look cheerful and I have a sweet smile. Please note the difference in my sentence and his.<br /><br />3) </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> i guess this u and u have the look to be model - <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">What is "i guess this u"?</span></span> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">After much figuring out, what he meant was " I guess this is you".<br /><br />4) </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">anyway u look very pretty make me wan 2 die 2 know u - <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Wow. I didn't know I am THAT pretty to make someone wanna die to know me. oops. I mean, wan 2 die 2 know me.<br /><br />5) </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">i hope u will drop me more mail in future. - <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I think he is kinda confused. I don't think I was the one who dropped him a mail. I don't think I'll drop him anymore mails in the future.<br /><br />6) </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i'm eager and like 2 know more about u can tell me - <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I'm NOT eager at all. I don't want him to know more about what I can tell him. OH. I mean I don't wanna tell him about me.<br /><br />7) </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">anyway hope we can chat more cya - <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I don't wanna chat more with him or else I'll have to do so much mental correction. In fact, I feel that this sentence is one of the "more correct" sentences, with the correct punctuation marks, it will look like "anyway, hope we can chat more. cya"<br /><br />8) </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">have add me in ur friendster? - <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong.<br /><br />9) </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">record my hp ? - <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I can only save his number, I can't record his handphone.<br /><br />10) </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">free cal me - <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">It should be FEEL FREE TO CALL HIM.<br /><br />11) </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">32:27(Waist):flat(butt) ** Slim n fit woh</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">- Erm. OK. I don't really care, you know. I don't even know to know his vital stats. I don't need to know if he is slim and fit. WAH LAU EH.<br /><br />12) </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Face:fair N body tanned not dark ok! juz average skin but can C me loh <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">- It's very very contradicting. Fair and BODY TANNED but not dark. I have a rough idea in my mind now. His head and limbs is fair, his body is tanned. It's weird. BUT I still don't know what is average skin. What is average skin? I'm getting frustrated.</span></span></span> I don't wanna C him, I won't wanna SEE him. It disgusts me.<br /><br />13) </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Race:CHINESE(pure chinese lar!!!) <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">- CHINESE THEN CHINESE LAH. KNN. DON'T NEED TO SAY PURE CHINESE LAH!<br /><br />14) </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">MoNeKy leh <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">- WHAT IS A MONEKY? I believe it is MONKEY.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">15) </span></span><span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">hp: +659019366- </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">WAH LIAO EH. He even left his number. Seriously, I don't need it. He made it look like he was writing a very horrible resume. (I left his the last number out to protect his privacy, but feel free to check him out on friendster)<br /><br /><br />I label him as type 3 - Cannot speak proper english.<br /><br />My reply should be a real blow to him.<br />"<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> I'm seriously not interested in guys who cannot talk properly. At the very least, you could have used punctuation marks. You're already 27 and you still talk like you're 7.</span>"<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WOW. I'M MEAN. </span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-810124320441142175?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-70990951912024703432008-05-30T14:08:00.000-07:002008-05-30T14:09:59.072-07:00If David's pocket bike is a girl, she'd be the luckiest girl in the world.<br /><br /><br />Sometimes I wish I was his pocket bike :(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-7099095191202470343?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-70996367582868487372008-05-29T20:33:00.000-07:002008-05-29T21:08:14.671-07:00On our girls night out this week, we caught<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> SEX AND THE CITY</span>.<br /><br />Seriously, I have <span style="font-weight: bold;">NEVER</span> caught any episode of SEX AND THE CITY.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">BUT NOW, I'M ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH IT!</span><br /></span><br />The movie was superbly wonderful!<br /><br />It was funny, witty, bimbotic (at times), cute, touching and very very very nice! In fact, I nearly cried at the scene where Carrie was so heartbroken.<br /><br />I absolutely love love love Sarah Jessica Parker aka Carrie Bradshaw.<br />She was so lovely in the show! She looked so pretty and super super sweet.<br /><br /><br />In fact, I feel that all the girls (Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha) were super sweet to each other. It kinda made me feel whether the girls and I will be like that next time.<br /><br />I will wanna be like........... <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">SAMANTHA THE SEX DIVA</span>. Her bf is HOT.<br /><br />Joking lah. Siao.<br /><br />Of cuz I wanna be like Carrie lah. But I don't think I'll buy Louis Vuitton for my personal assistant lah. Crazy. If I earn like 20000k a month, yes, maybe.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >OH. I WANNA MOVE TO MANHATTAN!<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >Anyway, some photos taken on Sunday when I helped Tourm move out from her hall. <span style="font-weight: bold;">OH IT WAS TIRING WORK ALRIGHT!?</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br />We were like 2 bimbos lah! To think about it, it must have been a hilarious scene seeing us move all those heavy stuff and trying to stuff it in the car boot.<br /></span><br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SD96UmGhbJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gL-H_M_cw0Q/s1600-h/sp_a053312.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SD96UmGhbJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gL-H_M_cw0Q/s320/sp_a053312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206014188507458706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">This was when we were trying to unlock Dad's car. There was something wrong with the remote control and we actually couldn't unlock it! We're like 2 bimbos, standing beside the car, pressing the button frantically. The alarm even sounded for like 1 fucking minute before the remote control worked again for 1 pathetic second. Then, it was back to pressing the button like some mad woman playing mini-street fighter.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SD97JGGhbKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gXpg3TMcjk4/s1600-h/sp_a05341.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SD97JGGhbKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gXpg3TMcjk4/s320/sp_a05341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206015090450590882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">We got tired of pressing the remote control and decided to sit down and camwhore for a while. There were some people who were actually staring out of their windows at us already. I sounded the alarm twice while trying to unlock the car. HAHA. We really looked like bimbos who don't know how to operate the car remote control -_____-"</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Oh well. My love is back from his reservist already. Happy happy (:</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-7099636758286848737?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-76655928630645036092008-05-29T00:33:00.000-07:002008-05-29T01:37:57.691-07:00My intention of this post is to rant something that has been bothering my family and I for quite some time. I have no intention of shooting my innocent cousins - Marilyn and Joanne, cuz I know they have been very bothered too. BUT my dear Marilyn jie jie, Ah Ma has been nagging about you. DID YOU OWE HER ANYTHING....?<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">AHHHHHH. I'M FUCKING INNOCENT!</span></span><br /><br /><br />Ok. Let me start my super fucking long rants.<br /><br />The base of the story is - my cousin owes ppl money. It's not a little bit of money like 10 bucks AND it's not just any ppl. It's a few thousand bucks and it<span style="font-weight: bold;"> LOAN SHARKS</span>. <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">omfg.</span></span><br /><br />And so, he did not return any money. When mum called me up initially, she told me that he owe loan sharks money and they actually splashed paint our neighbour (the unit downstairs). I thought it was pretty stupid and I really really pity the 9th floor neighbours.<br /><br />THEN, matters got worse because they started calling <span style="font-weight: bold;">MY HOUSE</span>. I'm like, "Wtf? Call us for fuck sia?" Which reminded me that my Aunt's house doesn't have any phone line. Ok. 1st, Courts (as in the furniture store, Courts.) called <span style="font-weight: bold;">MY HOUSE</span> to look for him and they called like 500000000 times already and I also told them 500000000 times that he's not here! Then mum told me that the loan sharks actually called <span style="font-weight: bold;">MY HOUSE</span>.<br /><br />And mum briefly described the conversation.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">M(mum): Hello?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">LS(loan sharks): HELLO. IS ALVIN IN?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">M: No. He's not in. Who is this?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">LS: WHO IS THIS? YOU DARE TO ASK WHO IS THIS?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">M: OF COURSE I DARE TO ASK WHO IS THIS LAH! YOU CALLED MY HOUSE LEH!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">LS: YOU DON'T KNOW WHO AM I? YOU DARE TO ASK WHO I AM?!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">M (obviously irritated by now cuz he has been repeating his brainless words and yet, not answering the question.): OF COURSE LAH! YOU NEVER SAY YOU YOU ARE! Are you the one who stays in the neighbourhood? That time you came over before one.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">LS: NO! I'M AH LONG. AH LONG YOU KNOW ANOT!?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">M: OF COURSE I KNOW LAH. ALVIN NOT HERE LAH. </span><br /><br />..... I only know till here. But I do know that my mum actually got his number.<br /><br />I found the conversation to be a little weird cuz the Ah long seemed like he was trying to act fierce and act tough, which turned out to be a bit funny. It's pretty stupid that the things he ask is like damn duh.<br /><br />I was thinking like, if it's me, the conversation will turn out a little funnier.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">M(e): Hello?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">LS(loan sharks): HELLO. IS ALVIN IN?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">M: No. He's not in. Who is this?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">LS: WHO IS THIS? YOU DARE TO ASK WHO IS THIS?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">M: OF COURSE I DARE TO ASK WHO IS THIS LAH! YOU CALLED MY HOUSE LEH!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">LS: YOU DON'T KNOW WHO AM I? YOU DARE TO ASK WHO I AM?!<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">M: DUH. THEN YOU KNOW WHO I AM ANOT?</span><br />LS: NO LAH!<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">M: YA LAH! I NEVER TELL YOU HOW YOU KNOW RIGHT? YOU ALSO NEVER TELL ME WHO YOU ARE, THEN HOW I KNOW?</span><br />LS: I'M AH LONG!<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">M: I'M WEILING!</span><br />LS: YOU ALL OWE ME MONEY!<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">M: EXCUSE ME? NOT WE ALL HOR. NOT US HOR. GO FIND ALVIN TOH HOR. SIAO.</span><br />*hangs up the phone*<br /><br /></span>Anyway, back to the topic, so I asked mum if my cousin comes home. Mum said he sometimes comes back and sometimes don't. So I asked mum why my aunt don't ask him for the money lah. And mum replied that he always gives excuses like his cheque will be cleared soon and blah blah blah.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">OH. THE EXCUSES ARE PLENTY.</span> I found it to be a bit too much that he actually gives OUR number to the loan sharks.<br /><br />From what I can recall, my cousin is working at Marina, but I don't know what he's working as lah. I even saw him at Zouk once.<br /><br />ALAMAK. I feel that I'm trapped in a very difficult and innocent position now. And I feel that the most innocent one is Ah ma cuz she's like totally worried about us and she's like ill and stuff. The 2nd most innocent one is Joanne cuz she's so scared but she's too young.<br /><br />I feel that my stupid cousin is very irresponsible. And you know what, I feel that my aunt and uncle is partly to blame. I feel that my aunt and uncle shield him a lot. Since he is the only son in the family (apart from the 2 other girls), my aunt and uncle always "pamper" him. They always pretend to be strict and fierce with him, but behind our backs, they will dote him like mad. In my personal opinion, this has led him to feel that whatever things that he has done wrong, the wrongdoings will be "settled" or "forgiven". In fact, this "trend" of "shielding" can be found in my family too. Mum tends to "shield" my stupid brother a lot too. And this has led him commit more undesirable "crimes" in MY name. horrible.<br /><br />I told mum a plan, to ask the ah longs for their numbers and when he's home, call them over, let them meet him finally and see what he has to say. Since he's always either denying that he owes them money or saying that his cheque will clear soon, I really wanna see what he has to say. Mum said she thought of it too, she told Aunt about it and Aunt scolded her, saying that when they come, who's gonna pay them? (which to my quick reply, "Alvin lah! Then us meh? siao.")<br /><br />Mum told me about Aunt's plan of moving out also. She said something really irresponsible and irritating. She said "When I move out, I'm not gonna let him stay there. We (her family) won't be here anymore, they wanna come splash paint at you all, it's their and your business! I don't know liao!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">WTF!!!!???? Seriously? chao chee bye. YOUR SON FUCKING CREATE SO MUCH PROBLEMS FOR US AND YOU JUST WANNA RUN AWAY LIKE THAT!?</span><br /><br />Anyway, Aunt also said that she wanna move out and that she's not gonna let her son move in with her. She said that she wanna disown him already. (These 2 points totally gave us the -____-" face cuz we know she won't do that to her precious son. <span style="font-weight: bold;">SAY ONLY</span>. CHEY.) So, Marilyn said that " If you really wanna disown, you can just disown now mah. Why must wait till then!?" I'm not sure what Aunt's reply to that was, but I'm sure it was some stupid excuse.<br /><br />CHAO WATERMELON. That stupid Alvin ah. Create so much problems for us! SEE LAH! Now I cannot return home late cuz I scared the stupid ah long will come splash paint on me or even rape me. Then call call call my house, maciam like free like that.<br /><br />I don't understand why ppl wanna borrow money from Ah long. Seriously, they're looking for trouble.<br /><br />So, I shall end my rant with a shoutout to Mr Alvin, "<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">RETURN THEIR FUCKING MONEY AND STOP CREATING TROUBLE FOR US LAH! DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE SUCH A COWARD? OWE MONEY THEN RUN AWAY? NO MONEY THEN DON'T FUCKING TAKE CAB, DON'T CLUB AND DON'T SUPPORT A GF LAH. LAN JIAO. YOU THINK ONLY YOU POOR AH? WE ALSO POOR OK!? YOU'RE SUCH A BURDEN TO ALL OF US LAH! YOU DON'T EVEN SEE US AS INNOCENT VICTIMS OF THE TROUBLE YOU CREATE! NEXT TIME YOU'RE HOME, I'M SURE TO LET THE LOAN SHARKS KNOW ONE. YOU STUPID TURTLE.</span></span>"<br /><br />OK. That's the end of my shoutout.<br /><br />Anyway, I shall once again declare that, I know my dear Marilyn and Joanne are as innocent as I am. So, this post is not aiming at you. It's basically aiming at Alvin and a little bit on Aunt and Uncle.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">SIGH. KOR MIA...</span><br /><br /><br />ps: kor mia = bitter life in hokkien.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-7665592863064503609?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-49735566320647004672008-05-28T02:12:00.000-07:002008-05-28T02:21:44.097-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >OH MY GOD.</span><br /><br />I'm like slacking my life away. Not that I don't wanna work. BUT I really can't find..........OK LAH. I LAZY TO FIND LAH!!!!<br /><br /><br />And so, I decided to give tuition and work for St James for this holiday.<br /><br /><br />Speaking about St James, I really need help man. My sales is like L O U S Y. wtf. Not to mention some MOLEST CASES (fucking pretend to put his arm around my shoulder, then when he's taking it off, he MOVES DOWN. yes. my ARSE!) <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >chao chee bye.</span><br /><br /><br />I decided that I shall not go to Dragonfly, heard from my customer that Dragonfly <span style="font-weight: bold;">ADORE</span> one of the shooter girls. Shall not snatch her customers. Moreover, I'm satisfied with my Boiler Room. Nice music. Fucking funny gay.<br /><br /><br />I'm deciding whether to work on fri, sat or both. If I work on fri, I'll probably miss Elyn's FHM finals. If I work on sat, I'll be damn sian again cuz of my lousy sales and I will be fucking demoralized. If I work on both days, I will earn more moolah (of course) but I will miss Elyn's finals AND will be fucking tired.<br /><br /><br />Oh. My libran traits are acting on me again.<br /><br /><br />Hopefully, David will book out early.... which is like.... thursday.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />I MISS HIM SO MUCH!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-4973556632064700467?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-1219598067511077022008-05-26T02:03:00.000-07:002008-05-26T02:05:40.180-07:00AIYA! I KNOW LAH. DAMN MUSHY LAH!<br /><br /><br />If any of you is wondering why I'm so lonely... <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >DAVID WENT FOR HIS RESERVIST!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I'm so gonna miss him. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">So everyone, I'm free this week!</span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-121959806751107702?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-56715117027316264982008-05-22T09:38:00.002-07:002008-05-22T10:12:06.242-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDWmS2GhbII/AAAAAAAAAIo/wt8haKFTuRw/s1600-h/tbd1.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDWmS2GhbII/AAAAAAAAAIo/wt8haKFTuRw/s320/tbd1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203247787187203202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDWmAGGhbHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8eYFbJX6-EA/s1600-h/tbd2.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDWmAGGhbHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8eYFbJX6-EA/s320/tbd2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203247465064655986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDWlgWGhbGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/__E_mB-bVkc/s1600-h/tbd3.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDWlgWGhbGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/__E_mB-bVkc/s320/tbd3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203246919603809378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDWlN2GhbFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aZdJgDaOauE/s1600-h/tbd4.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDWlN2GhbFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aZdJgDaOauE/s320/tbd4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203246601776229458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDWlBmGhbEI/AAAAAAAAAII/JSWLDQbGd0E/s1600-h/tbd5.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDWlBmGhbEI/AAAAAAAAAII/JSWLDQbGd0E/s320/tbd5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203246391322831938" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Crazy people nowadays. Just by his "want to add me on msn?", he made it sound like <span style="font-weight: bold;">I WANT TO</span>. haha. I don't really care he has a pic or not. It turns me off.<br /><br /><br />TOO BAD he is such a loser. Call me a bitch somemore. He knows me so well.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I'M A BITCH AND SO ARE YOU.</span></span><br /><br />And you. And you. And you. (weiling is pointing at random readers from their screens)<br /><br /><br />Oh my. He stays near me too. Maybe he's a stalker.<br /><br /><br />Oh well. Sore mother-fucker.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" >YAWNS</span><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/WEIAN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32549317-5671511702731626498?l=superfuglybimboticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weilinggghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200803231268515087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32549317.post-23825683156298185292008-05-20T01:48:00.000-07:002008-05-20T07:15:14.093-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKSDoBUBLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TevaWE0woF8/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKSDoBUBLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TevaWE0woF8/s320/DSC00642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202381110546531506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was a pretty enjoyable trip (although there was a little dispute with David and his gambling itch).<br /><br />15 mins after I started gambling Black Jack, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I lost the 200RM I brought!</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">SUPER FAST.</span> But, considering the bet was at least 50RM, I only lost 4 times. BUT STILL...!!!<br /><br />Some photos of the foggy themepark (which I went only on the last day for a mere 3 hours)<br /><br />FIRST OF ALL - THE FERRIS WHEEL<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKTs4BUBMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vcaEINuBP3o/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKTs4BUBMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vcaEINuBP3o/s320/DSC00663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202382918727763138" border="0" /></a>STILL NICE AND CLEAR<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKT7YBUBNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zW6XCOJ8ao0/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKT7YBUBNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zW6XCOJ8ao0/s320/DSC00648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202383167835866322" border="0" /></a>A LITTLE FOGGY<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKUGYBUBOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/chqjyO7A6t4/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKUGYBUBOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/chqjyO7A6t4/s320/DSC00650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202383356814427362" border="0" /></a>A LITTLE FOGGIER<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKUXIBUBPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DDdWn4_Zjqc/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKUXIBUBPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DDdWn4_Zjqc/s320/DSC00656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202383644577236210" border="0" /></a>AND... <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">*TING*</span> IT'S GONE.<br /><br />YES! It's very foggy. But fortunately AND surprisingly, the rides did NOT stop. I mean like, usually, the rides will stop whenever some fog comes. BUT, the rides continued. EVEN THOUGH THEY DISAPPEARED!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKVUoBUBQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/p9aGklSj6PY/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKVUoBUBQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/p9aGklSj6PY/s320/DSC00643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202384701139191042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKVdoBUBRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/APk5TD0D6fs/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKVdoBUBRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/APk5TD0D6fs/s320/DSC00645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202384855758013714" border="0" /></a>FOG FOG FOG EVERYWHERE<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKVzYBUBSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KuDnUEdiTis/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKVzYBUBSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KuDnUEdiTis/s320/DSC00662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202385229420168482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKWH4BUBTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fXAIUk0ywZk/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKWH4BUBTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fXAIUk0ywZk/s320/DSC00665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202385581607486770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKWTIBUBUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Yza8TdillB8/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKWTIBUBUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Yza8TdillB8/s320/DSC00668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202385774881015106" border="0" /></a>hmm. Even the WHOLE HOTEL IS GONE when the fog comes.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_srPvFDJ9MXI/SDKWq4BUBVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R