i remembered one more reason why i do not like blogspot.
i prefer one entry per page. i figured out how to do that.
but they dont have the next page previous page kinda thing.
aiyah fuck it. till i figure out how to post up the archives link,
no one will be able to read the previous entries.
only the most current post will be up.
yeah like who cares blahblahblah.
how do you make all your pictures posted
to be of the same size? i should ask maddie/keshia sometime.
today is laze day..
theres a bbq at east coast park tonight,
organised by Joel's platoon.
im just waitin for night time to arrive.
perhaps i should get back to notes copying.
i spent like over 2OO in less than 3 days.
amazing. in case you think im rich its not my money.
or maybe thats little as compared to some of you?
heh.
i still haven't removed the nail polish.
lazy.
was having breakfast at a kopitiam this morning
with my folks.
(in mandarin)
mom: you see lah! wear such a short skirt. there was this guy who was staring at you up and down and then kept staring at your legs. shameshame.
me: (?!) how you know its because of the skirt? (i was wearing a longer denim one.) maybe its cos he thinks that my shoes are nice? or i have a nice tan on my legs?
mom: hes probably trying to figure out if you are a chinese prostitute.
FUCK. this always gets me high.
HIGH TEMPERATURE man. hothothot.
i look like a prostitute from china?
IT IS FUCKING INSULTING.
you know, i dont know whether i love my mom sometimes
and hate her most of the time,
or hate her sometimes and love her all the time.
its stuf she says like this that gives me the doubts.
oh well but its not the first time i hear such things.
BUTBUTBUT whenever she says stuff like that,
i'd freak and wonder if i really look like im from china.
PROSTITUTE SOMEMORE!
whatever.
her standards of being decent are ridiculously high.
if im wearing a shirt and i raise my hands /or even if i'm not raising my hands
she sees that bit of my stomach she'd
glare at me and go
"
Can you not be so revealing, have some sense of shame!"
(Revealing to mean that i like to wear revealing clothes, showing lotsa skin)
bah.
the air con is down.
ima sing "I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off.."
im weird. i enjoy looking at pretty girls, sexy makeup,
and then wonder how i'd look like in such makeup,
and then think like oh i can never be as pretty/sexy in them.
oh fuck i know im ugly but i hate it when i feel unhappy about being ugly,
feeling insecure, feeling like i can't match up to any other girl,
feeling like any other girl would be able to snatch my boyfriend frm me
(ok i feel this all the time)
wishing i was pretty/sexy.
i think being a guy would mean less trouble for the mind.
maybe i should stop looking at girls and check out more guys..
Cleo's 5O Eligible Bachelors should soothe my mind.
Colby Miller.
OH why arent there magazines like FHM/MAXIM for women?
like stocked up with all the sexy males.
maybe cos we arent as shallow as men.
but im as shallow sometimes. how?
ok babbling im off.
4:39 PM
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