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To: No One In Particular.

Saturday, May 6th, 2006

Should you care about what random strangers think of you?

How they draw their conclusions of what you are based solely on your blog?

A blog which is like, 1 window out of a hundred windows into your life?

It doesn’t matter what insignificant speck of dusts who don’t know you think about you, does it?

What really matters is that friends and family, who know who you are KNOW that you aren’t what all these losers say you are, right?

Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me.

That’s bullshit. Names hurt too.

And then you sit down and you wonder to yourself why are they saying things like that about you. “Is this true?” “Is this really the sort of impression I’m giving off to the general public?” “Is THIS how I want people to think of me?” “am I really that sort of person people say I am?” “Am I really a [insert derogatory characteristic here]”

Sometimes you lose yourself, get all confused and you start believing in those accusations. Unfounded as they may be. You’re quite sure that they are unfounded… quite sure, you think. It can’t be true. Are you really society’s trash? A drunkard? A wildchild? A slut? A shallow-minded bitch? A social pariah? An attention-seeking whore? A desperate single girl with deep personal & emotional issues?

You may drink and dance and camwhore and curse and swear a little too much sometimes. But you have your own good qualities, at least you think so. How else would you have friends who care? Who IS perfect anyway? You’re a nice girl. You know that. People who really know you know that too! If strangers don’t see it then it’s their fucking problem, or is it? Maybe the problem is yours. Maybe you should change, turn over a new leaf. Stop all this nonesense. Control your angst and frustrations. Be one of those typical demure little quiet smiley pleasant-to-look-at furniture with manufactured homogenus personalities you see everyfuckingwhere like one cent coins. Succumb to society’s perception of “decent”. Maybe then people would accept you more because, hey, that’s what you’re supposed to be like around here.

After all aren’t we brought up in a conservative society which thrives on being socially accepted?

But would you be happy? Would that be you? Who ARE you?

What’s so bad about being you anyway? What’s wrong with knowing how to have fun without being too much of the system’s bitch? What is so unacceptable about not taking yourself too seriously sometimes?

Man, this is utter bollocks.

Haters should just fuck off, bury their heads in the lavas of an active volcano and burn in the fiery pits of hell, BITCHES.

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Destress.

Thursday, May 4th, 2006

When stressed, I enjoy imagining/looking at nice, pretty things.

Sunflowers.

Babies.

Puppies.

Candy canes.

White clouds.

Orlando Bloom.

Snow.

Sakuras in the springtime.

Sunsets by the beach.

Vanilla ice-cream with chocolate sprinkles.

Chocolate coated strawberries.

Gift wrapped presents.

Rainbows.

Then, I imagine destroying them.

Satisfied, I go back to work.

*Sigh*

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The Cleo Bachelor Bash (Picture Heavy Post)

Monday, May 1st, 2006

I spent the past 2 days just recuperating. These old bones can’t take the heat anymore.

Sigh.

Gastric acting up too. ehhehe.. looks like I gotta cut down on the alcohol drinking. Or only drink on a very full stomach.

Double sigh.

(yeah right. she says that after she gets back from her third night of heavy drinking. at a family reunion gathering. champion lah.)

So, I was at The Bash for The Cleo 50 Most Eligible Bachelors 2006 at Zouk last Friday night.

It was pretty fun for me. Because I was a girl. And also because I got to sneak into the so-called “restricted area” where the VIPs and the Bachelors were hanging out. And ALSO because I got to drink quite a bit.

Much to my surprise, there were LOTS of guys present that night… probably to ogle at the girls who are busy ogling at the bachelors. Or probably to ogle at the bachelors themeselves. The guys were entertained for about a whole hour with silly girls-only-can-participate-games, before the bachelors dropped in (from Westin). I would’ve joined in the “sexy pole dancing game” thingy if I had more drinks in me. Could’ve. Should’ve. But didn’t. Still have some sense left in me to save what’s left of my dignity.

Anyways, not going to say much. Sky’s getting really dark and it’s threatening to storm. Gotta log out in 5 minutes before my modem gets fried.

Here are the pictures. Used “can I please take a picture with you to post on my website” as an excuse to take advantage of some of the hottest bachelors that were around. But it’s not like they were complaining …..much.

THE VENUE

crowd
Not as jam-packed as I thought it would be. Good mix of girls AND boys of various age and size. And venue itself… well. Zouk is Zouk lah. No comments.

bachelors
When I am made the ruler of the world, my first decree would be that ALL MEN MUST WEAR SUITS. Hotness levels increases by TENFOLDS when they do, no matter how butt-faced ugly they are. I’m not even kidding here. About the suit I mean. Not exactly sure about the butt-uglyness getting fixed, though.

terrace
There was also another event outside sponsored by Heinekeen. I can’t be arsed to find out what it was.

THE BACHELORS
(only 13 though, sigh)

jeremylittle
Jeremy Little won, because, let’s face it, a lot of us, girls, are just big suckers for boys with boyish looks. Not just another bimbo, bugger is an aeronautical engineer okay. How many aeronautical engineers with pretty face do you know of? Yup, I thought so.

I swear I’ve seen Ashraf Sinclair on tv before for something. Hopefully not on the news. For murder.

ahsraf2

test
Nicholas bought me at LEAST 3 Vodka Oranges… when I was the one who was supposed to be buying him drinks to thank him. Shy. -_-”

test2
Ben Ibrahim. Needs. A. Triple-X. Label. Warning.

azwin
Azwin is Kinkybluefairy’s friend and is the TALLEST of all the bachelors.

ashvin
Ashvin was from my primary school, and I never knew that until after we left school. 10 years later. -_-” Bugger does a MEAN live version of U2’s “With Or Without You”. I can say that with absolute confidence because I’ve personally heard him perform back in college. Simply awesome.

ahsvin2

adam
Kinkybluefairy was right, Adam IS a big poser. Heh.

adam2

jeremy
Jeremy Teo tokkoks for a living as a radio DJ on TRAXX.FM. While most of the other bachelors were too busy getting drunk, preening their hair and/or attempting to chat up the other hotter (to the power of infinity), bigger-named (read as: featured in FHM) chicks within the VIP lounge, he actually spared me, an insignificant nobody with the most dreadfully average looking face, a few minutes EXTRA to have a quick chat. Sweet guy.

muslim
Bumped into Ashraf (number 2) downstairs. Suddenly grabbed him to camwhore. I think he had no clue. Kesian.

shaun
Did the ol’ grab and snap on Shaun too.

stephan
Stephan is German, and the only German I know is “asshole”. How classy is that?

szetho
This would be the 3rd Szetho I’ve met in my lifetime. The first one I knew plays chess. The second one I met was in college. They absolutely do NOT look like each other.

sathia
I asked Sathia to dance with me… but he was shy… or just afraid that I would eat his babies, or something.

OTHER EQUALLY HOT PEOPLE

rashid
Rashid Salleh was funny in Kopitiam. A little afraid of me at first (I saw it in his eyes) when I pounced on him and yelled “HEY YOU’RE FROM KOPITIAM WITH DOUGLAS I THOUGHT YOU WERE REALLY FUNNY LET’S TAKE A PICTURE THANKS!” and proceeded to do the grab and snap. Poor guy, he must get it quite a bit. Bloody bloggers.