Sunday, September 30, 2007



chris crocker. wtf is this?

Saturday, September 29, 2007

[jukebox track>>> freedom - robbie williams]

Things are suppose to be going on a fast pace.
But somehow everything around just seems so slow.
And I get sick and tired of things easily.
It’s like the attention span is eating away itself each day.

Was talking to sissy tat day.
Told me tat one of the girls contracted terminal cancer.
I saw her a few times. She’s a gorgeous woman and very capable.
Only like 26 and raising 2 daughters. One is 5, the other 7.
Where’s the husband? Walked out. Same old shit.
And doc says she only has 9 more months to go.
Crying over how to continue looking at her kids when she knows the end is so near.
The cb ex-husband says he does not want the kids to intervene his life. Wtf.
If you’re not ready to take responsibility, den don jump into other’s pants.
Life just loves to fuck up the lives of the already fucked-up people huh.
Cancer. I’ve witness so much of it taking away people around me and trying to do it now.
Cure? Work hard, our researchers!

On the other hand, this gal I know from Cosmoprof, came from a damn rich family.
She has all the money in the world. To buy prada, Gucci, LV, Dolce, whatever is the latest on the shelves of the rich and famous.
Spoilt. Never good in studies. No talent. Love talking mean. Materialistic to high heavens. Parents offered her a short-cut education route to Melbourne.
But what did she choose to do? Not to cherish what she has but to sell her body out.
Why? Cos she says she’s sick of getting money out of nothing. Nnb.
What in the world is tat suppose to mean?
Oh I get it. So spreading your legs make you feel better cos you are putting in effort to get the cash issit?


Bitch.

Hello ah. If you need job satisfaction, any job could take better effort than whoring.


You have the money to a great future. To go to a proper college and a decent university.
How many kids out there would be dying for the cash that you so naturally receive from your beloved parents. But you choose to cheapen yourself.
It is not like you live in a kampong and has no money to raise your family that you have to resort to this. Some young girls are sold to prostitute houses forcefully when you are still fiddling with your Barbie. And they would kill to get the type of education you are offered. And your reason?


Cos im sick of getting money for out of nothing.


Well fuck you.

I know nobody said life was fair. But it would be great if the fortunate knew how to cherish, no?

Friday, September 28, 2007

[jukebox track>>> superstition - stevie wonder]

hola. so you landed here.

been doing a lil photoshoot for Raphael this few days.
and it can be pretty tiring cos it's an after-school kinda thing.
summore with PP cornering and FYP emerging soon.
den this sem's modules making ppl giddy. 2nd week only ah. gotta revise or else can die.
wanna work also no time. damn cb.

vitee, me and clar has been telling you this.
don think too much can. ahyoyo.
jus leave everything for them to settle.
and be independent, yes. but have you like forgotten our existence?
we will always be looking at you drinking your short-black with your anti-bacterial tales whenever you need us to listen. haa
oi. *whispers.sleepover.whispers*
Clarice!!! little indiya la oi. *singapore?! is that a suburb? eh! mumbai la!*

why stay and be second when you can be first with someone else?
tat is all i wanna say, renate babe. cheer.

tat concludes the day.
arrivederci, all. <3