tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58121988360736217422012-01-15T00:59:50.971+08:00white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.comBlogger691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-69609385317345581952009-03-24T13:59:00.002+08:002009-03-24T14:05:54.167+08:00my worse fears<br />have all come at a time<br />fear that i might not get a JOB<br />fear that i might lose a chance<br />fear that he will serve the damn country he doesnt even belong to<br /><br />Singapore's weather is so unpredictable. jut like women' mood.<br />sometimes it rains, sometimes its sunny<br />i wish i am not even close to local's weather forecast. yeah, i wish<br />its has been months since i lost interest in writing again.<br />online journal<br />what is teh use when you write n people read?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-6960938531734558195?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-26620692681358804212009-01-29T23:53:00.003+08:002009-01-29T23:59:12.222+08:00i hate to end the month with a doubt, sickness and menstruation<br />i am now sick as hell<br />i used to treat my sick love one with first class treatment.<br />just like SIA First class' attentiveness and service<br />but hell when it is my turn to be sick<br />it sucked<br />i am treated like fuck<br />worse than budget airline<br />when i ask for a drink<br />he took ages to pour me one. <br />if i die of dehydration that would be his fault<br />i cant believe im getting a six people one room hospital ward's kinda sucky local nurses services.<br />damn <br />i want to get well..<br />i want to party tmr<br />like there's no tmr<br />love<br />xoxo<br />nicole<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-2662069268135880421?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-42563128021842290002009-01-28T11:59:00.003+08:002009-01-28T12:23:28.697+08:00what is your purpose in life?<br />what is your goal in life?<br /><br />seriously i have no idea <br />is it okay that you do things your way<br />and not bother what others might think or say<br />why is it that judgment is a human nature?<br />why human has to wear a facade?<br />why make things so difficult when it is so simple?<br />why take the long way when there is short cut?<br />so many whys<br /><br />im feeling red now<br />a bloody red month<br />going to end soon<br />Red packets, CNY, Menstruation, Anger<br />is all in RED<br /><br />hmmm <br />my SIA interview the other day was a failure<br />but im not going to give up.i will keep trying. <br />fulfill my long time dream<br />flying and gives the best service and make a difference.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/SX_dh5VGQ8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/p3k-L0IUW04/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/SX_dh5VGQ8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/p3k-L0IUW04/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296195261205726146" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-4256312802184229000?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-17568484180174872182009-01-28T01:16:00.002+08:002009-01-28T01:27:56.128+08:00time to change my life.<br />my first post in 2009<br />hopefully this year is going to be a better year.<br />many things and obstacles i have gone through last year.<br />i hope to make it right this year<br />im going to be a better person<br />and mayb start acting my age<br />im fucking 23 and not doing anything<br />that is a shame<br />yeah i know<br />i read the forecast this year (im born in tiger year)<br />hmm not so bad.<br />i hope everything will go smoothly despite all the problems<br />especially family disputes, economy crisis the stupid recession <br /><br />maybe i should join the army<br />since it really change a boy to a REAL man<br />i have to be independent<br />im moving out<br />whatever the cause is<br />i hope to contribute something to the people in needs and amends all my mistakes<br />23 years of suffering and choking myself with all the lies<br />will be all gone<br />real gone<br />i am going to step into working life soon<br />pretty much soon(may god bless me) <br />and it is the time to REPENT and start changing<br />hmmm<br />i enjoy working---part time <br />its going to be exciting to start in a new environment<br />i hope it dosnt bore me so much.<br />i love making myself busy<br />new life HERE I COME<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-1756848418017487218?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-16863178147592120462009-01-04T20:15:00.003+08:002009-01-04T21:05:09.515+08:00ruining yourself with ultimate blow<br />yes<br />it is easy<br />i found myself drawn into nightlife so easily<br />at least now once a week<br />i am not talking about money spending here<br />it is about night life<br />i am 18 no more<br />i am bloody double 2<br />i hate to say this but<br />2 more years 3 more years i will be an old hag trying to be 18<br />who knows i might not even get free entrace on ladies night<br />where do i belong then?<br />lunar?<br />st james?<br />or those chi chi atas place supperclub, or chill out bar lounge and stuff<br />omg im getting old<br />this year is like beckham real madrid jersey number<br />and worse thing is<br />i am still a fcking degree student and only graduate like next summer which is like year 2010<br />omg<br />and not married and still loafing at home not looking for my future <br />not earning money<br />i wish bedtime story does happen so things would be easier for me<br />love<br />nicole <br />xoxo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-1686317814759212046?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-47416418866254744682009-01-01T15:03:00.002+08:002009-01-01T15:12:35.140+08:00in the year 2009<br />what a morning <br />i got shit fucks on my face when i got up<br />who would want to stay at home <br />the very first day of new year<br />family reunion bla bla<br />u feel warmth at home<br />i got shit<br />i want to move out like immediately<br />it is going to be hard <br />i dont care<br />i hate being at home<br />the tension<br />and everything<br />that is not even a house<br />not even a hotel<br />it is like a workplace<br />you do housework punch in and out<br />got your monthly pay<br />that's it<br />i hate to say this<br />stop nagging it is annoying<br />i could not stand why<br />i deserve it<br />how long more do you have to do this? until the day i repent<br />i changed to the better? that is not gonna happen<br />that is why im moving out<br />even if i have changed<br />i do not see the need to show to u people<br />we are family so what<br />it has been so long since i ever felt family<br />it doesn't bother me anymore<br />i just could not fit in to this<br />and i don't want<br />whatever you want to say <br />i don't give a f*** anymore<br />enough of lies<br />it is hard to believe someone who lied before<br />i know<br />and even when i tel the truth<br />no one believe me<br />i know<br />its too late<br />i hate this<br />good bye<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-4741641886625474468?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-22818893663231533282008-12-31T00:52:00.004+08:002008-12-31T01:18:45.025+08:00loving you<br />its all i want to do<br />da dam dee dee da dam<br />ah ah ah<br /><br />love this song<br />btw back to today's topic<br />i hate to say this<br />old folks are such nuisance <br />unbearable and naggy<br />im naggy myself<br />but to that extent totally not<br />totally have to change and less nagging<br />i know i know<br />relationship is not just about two people in love<br />that is it<br />no<br />relationship is more like a sacrifice and differences<br />sacrifices that you made for your love ones<br />differences that compliment the two of you/us whatever<br />making the right choice<br />yes it is hard i know<br />it is easy to hurt someone<br />but it is hard to love someone <br />to find that special someone<br />you don't judge that special someone by his/her looks<br />it is about how you feel towards them<br />how your heart races and thumping so fast that you could hardly breathe<br />a smile that could take your breath away<br />a rush through your Adrenalin<br />to know that you hold a special place in his/ her heart<br />aawww...<br />it is making me want to repeat my story abt my first date again<br />hehehe<br />after so many episodes in my life<br />a chapter of my life <br />i learned that everybody deserves a CHANCE<br />if both parties are in love(still)<br />try to make things work <br />together<br />i know certain things might not be the same anymore<br />but a new beginning<br />a new lfe is going to begin <br />also<br />i realised now<br />Love is something that you need to fight for is not something that awaits you or something that JUST happen<br />things don't just happen that way<br />let nature takes it course<br />bullcrap<br />you make things happen<br />you are the cause that certain things happened<br />you make this happen<br />never give up<br />if you think that you found that special someone<br />think<br />deep in your mind and heart<br />is he or she worth it? <br />a decision<br />a commitment <br />not a joke<br />because you could hurt someone<br /><br />PS : balance out<br />be selfish for once<br />and be considerate for once<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-2281889366323153328?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-88264578822839614572008-12-29T16:25:00.004+08:002009-01-09T14:32:53.130+08:00it is all just a face<br />i was too naive to think that it is over<br />that i was forgiven<br />everyone wore a facade <br />everyone does<br />why acting like when it is not<br />eyes<br />you cant lie <br />you cant hide<br />making the most of the talking <br />action speak louder than words<br />totally agree with that <br />but im not doing it<br />ya contradict myself<br />again<br />it has been two freaking months and im not making any progress<br />doctor should have increased my dosage<br />i wouldnt want ending up at an institute<br />i heard a possessive girlfriend could do such a thing<br />commit suicide<br />that's crazy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-8826457882283961457?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-51433904894184535832008-12-28T23:59:00.003+08:002008-12-29T00:20:43.657+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/SVenKer0ImI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZhBcqM3dP3o/s1600-h/n625800900_2278306_348.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/SVenKer0ImI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZhBcqM3dP3o/s320/n625800900_2278306_348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284876486219932258" /></a><br /><br />love this photo alot. expect of course my wardrobe malnufuc.damn. wrong bra i knw<br />laundry day<br /><br />i love his scent<br />a soft musk<br />a scent that reminds me of first love<br />our first kiss<br />love<br />when we started dating<br />everything was just perfect<br />things just fell into right places<br />its like an angel god had sent to protect me<br />its magical<br />like a dream<br />a fairytale<br /><br />2003<br />2004<br />2005<br />2006<br />2007<br />2008<br /><br />is getting worse each year <br /><br />it didnt last very long <br />before the angel turned to devil<br />he could never be the same again<br />its like a disaster<br />a tsunami<br />washed out everything<br />left nothing<br />but pain and agony<br /><br />i wish i could just stay 2003 <br />when everything just perfect<br />if i could turn back time<br />ya how wish<br />im so lazy right now<br />to even think n type<br />to be continued..... next post perhaps.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-5143390489418453583?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-65464477530394508362008-12-27T17:35:00.004+08:002008-12-27T17:41:25.266+08:00hmm<br />what you see in me<br />a person whom you cant trust<br />a person whom you cant tell things to<br />a person whom you cannot share secrets with<br />a person whom you last turn to when you have no one<br />a person who makes your life difficult<br />a person whom you think is being over protective<br />a person who makes you feel trapped<br />a person who chirp like a bird<br />a person who nags all the time<br />a person who made you who you are now<br />a person who understands you best<br />a person who made sacrifices<br />a person whom isnt selfsih<br />a person that makes you feel love and hate<br />a person who loves you the most<br />yes<br />that person is me<br />hmmm<br />let see a new year i hope i will be writing something solid and awesome<br />i was thinking about a book<br />a true story <br />omg <br />you never know i might be the next a walk to remember or notebook<br />thats s sweet<br />but mist probably it wont happen<br />it never will happen<br /><br />my life my story<br />eee.. sounds horrible<br />okay<br />i will post more these 10 days... to pour out my loneliness<br />love<br />xoxo<br />nicole<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-6546447753039450836?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-64845716520443634222008-12-27T16:45:00.003+08:002008-12-27T17:17:19.847+08:00my 2009 new year resolution<br />perhaps i should check my chinese horoscope <br />is it going to be a good year for tiger<br />year 2009 ox year<br />okay checked online<br />my luck should be not so bad according to whatever the reading <br />ya i wish to get married next yr<br /><br />ok get back to the topic<br />my new year's resolution<br /><br />1. get a job/ intern<br />2. volunteer at an orphanage or old folks home whatever<br />3. inhale lesser $11.80<br />4. lose my fat thighs<br />5. start my OS<br />6. read more<br />7. have a portfolio<br />8. going back to 48<br />9. sleep more<br />10. a new tattoo<br />11. overcome my worse fear- loneliness <br />12. less violence<br />13. less vulgarities<br />14. more trips<br />15. less partying<br /><br />hmm i think tts about all for now cant think of anything.<br />im just going to change <br />turn my life around<br />mayb i should see a fortune teller or something<br />i don't want to know my future but i just want to change my luck.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-6484571652044363422?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-37315049410352644412008-12-27T16:39:00.009+08:002008-12-27T17:04:46.392+08:00hmmm<br />i will b alone for the next ten days<br />my love one went overseas<br />i discovered <br />no hmmm perhaps<br />know too much<br />im not your superman<br />ya know<br />hahaha<br />sounds ironic damn soulja boys<br />my life the next 8 months gonna be tough <br />im going to b an illegal immigrant <br />no tourist sounds better<br />damn<br />how to get a freaking job<br />serious<br />im going crazy<br /><br />too much problems- ya i used much instead of many<br />because its uncountable too much problems<br />bear with me with my new found grammar<br />i hate to say<br />it is realy sucky year<br />hmm shld i say a bad year to end with all the nonsense?<br />my friends are carrying burdens with them to the next year orforever<br />hahha what kinda new yr resolution is that?<br />i will have one<br />the next post<br />xoxo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-3731504941035264441?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-87118512251251782472008-12-25T21:51:00.002+08:002008-12-25T21:59:02.545+08:00today<br />i discovered something<br />disappointment<br />a predicament<br />that i never could have expected<br />a young lover<br />fesh and outgoing<br />turned out to be a disgust<br />a person whom you could trully love<br />could have been somebody else<br />LIES<br />NO!<br />lies after lies <br />made up a place for me in hell<br />i could not wish for more<br />burning myself in hell<br />waiting for the day to come<br /><br />a person whom you despised most<br />a person whom you loved the most<br />that person turned out to be you<br />how childish a person could be<br />a man could never make decisions<br />indecisive man disgust me<br />i need a man who makes the call<br />a man who brings breakfast every morning<br />a man who understands me<br />a man who accepts me for what and who i am<br />a man who sacrifices for the one he loves<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-8711851225125178247?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-25362412022485398962008-12-25T21:48:00.002+08:002008-12-25T21:51:37.527+08:00making the right choice<br />always having trouble doing that<br />still, now, at present<br />i'm not making any<br />in everything that matters<br />he's always ahead me<br />he's always the number one<br />i put myself the last<br />hmm... learn to love yourself<br />yes that sentence<br />sounds familiar?<br />i heard it many x in that conversation<br />im so messed up<br />i fucked up<br />making ammendments would be the last<br />i wanna do<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-2536241202248539896?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-36704361549984545712008-12-22T02:45:00.002+08:002008-12-22T02:49:00.936+08:00i have not been truthful<br />i have always been lying<br />i live my life<br />a big fat lie<br />i cant help it<br />i have no choice<br />what choice is mine?<br />i made the wrong ones<br />every time<br />i have no integrity <br />i am the reason <br />all the doubts<br />and accuses<br />i lost their trusts<br />my family's trust<br />i made them disappointed<br />my whole life<br />if i could go back now<br />i want my parents back<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-3670436154998454571?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-87080600767883158962008-12-15T14:04:00.002+08:002008-12-15T14:13:00.760+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/SUXzs_DqkGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iBnPhCxXt40/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/SUXzs_DqkGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iBnPhCxXt40/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279894092328374370" /></a><br /><br />This show<br />terrible review<br />keanu reeves is hot<br />by just looking at him<br />hmmm<br />im looking forward for nicolas cage's knowing<br />baby told me the trailer sounds good<br /><br />by the way<br />i have been around asking people<br />if these two disaster ever happened - no going to happen in singapore right here. which one would you choose<br />the day after tomorrow<br />or<br />dawn of the dead<br />surprisingly<br />most of them choose the day after tomorrow<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-8708060076788315896?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-21266349556801305342008-12-15T13:59:00.002+08:002008-12-15T14:04:52.673+08:00finally is done<br />weeks of sufferings and late nights<br />done<br />he finished his final project<br />yay<br />ppt to do <br />easy job <br />15 slides<br />easy<br /><br />comes the day<br />the worse day of the week<br />kinda hate it<br />i love thursday<br />i have no idea y<br />i feel thursday sounds so me<br />one day in a week that im looking forward to is <br />actually<br />saturday<br />that's the dating day<br />dinner<br />window shopping<br />movie<br />love it<br />it sounds boring and typical date<br />but that's the day i always look forward to<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-2126634955680130534?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-76296256325597815822008-12-14T23:07:00.002+08:002008-12-14T23:12:28.725+08:00sunday<br />rain is still pouring<br />my heart is pounding <br />so fast<br />i was in a race<br />he blew me off<br />he blew my mind away<br />i wasnt thinking<br />i was searching <br />for something new<br />a new born<br />a new life<br />a life with no other civilisation<br />enough alienating self from the world<br />from the rest of the people<br />from family<br />from friends<br />from him<br />making this decision was easy<br />not so easy<br />i kept hiding myself<br />my true self<br />in a box<br />i m opening up<br />i have to<br />to change<br />i have to open myself <br />to other people<br />help me<br />because im trying to forget <br />my past<br />my terrible past<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-7629625632559781582?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-60622311639183300582008-12-13T02:07:00.003+08:002008-12-13T02:20:54.566+08:00the birthday was a blast<br />daddy's army defferment was a success. <br />until further notice<br />i was kinda happy but also <br />kinda sad<br />i love him<br />even more<br /><br />he didnt change<br />at all<br />i made a mistake <br />a terrible one<br />i start to have doubts<br />doubts if we could ever make this work?<br /><br />anyhow<br /><br />i love the birthday party<br /><br />he didnt change<br />he promised<br />he didnt<br />i couldnt care less<br /><br />photos will b uploaded soon<br />more scandalous pics<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-6062231163918330058?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-28366320681205089232008-12-10T02:46:00.002+08:002008-12-10T02:53:51.582+08:00tomorrow<br />i will be missing<br />the most important person <br />in my life<br />i wish i could freeze the time<br />quiet moment for us<br />a day without him<br />i could fall ill<br />2 weeks, 14 days, 336 hours, 20,160 minutes<br />i will be thinking of him<br />being a resident<br />was a sacrifice<br />a 9 months long sacrifice<br />before he enters the baton, handcuffs, gun, uniform life<br />it could be worse<br />all i could do is wait<br />waiting for the day he is released from the government<br />(i know i sounded like as though he's going to jail) <br />giggle*<br />i just want you to know<br />no matter what happen <br />what changes our minds <br />whatever will happen in the future<br />i hope we could be in this together<br />now and ever<br />im making my life decision here<br />hopefully i made a right one<br />i have chosen you<br />as the one<br />i love you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-2836632068120508923?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-5024902341768711152008-12-09T23:03:00.002+08:002008-12-09T23:10:12.258+08:00still don't get it do you<br />i said it<br />i want to change<br />stop chatting with the KIDS<br />i dont care who she or he or whoever<br />i don't like<br />especially someone you are close to<br />im selfish<br />you are mine<br />whatever<br />i tried to put up for the last few days<br />it is just hard<br />i hate to see all shits<br />you get jealous and angry when i chat with other guys<br />then i can't get angry?<br />wth?<br />i just don't like<br />im never like you<br />many friends<br />popular<br />and always nice to them<br />come on D,<br />they are no better<br />don't brag in front of me<br />saying taht when you ask your friends they wouldn't cancel on you whatever<br />and im the only one who gets canceled <br />are you indirectly telling me <br />that "what kind of person i am"<br />no what a lousy person i am<br />yeah great<br />thank you<br />thanks alot<br />i got it<br />i never want to bother A<br />things have changed<br />thank you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-502490234176871115?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-58515447642175371212008-12-09T01:13:00.003+08:002008-12-09T03:55:51.556+08:00a force <br />within me<br />a forces of nature<br />a force that made me do stupid things<br /><br />i did too many<br />love never lead my way<br />never did<br />it led me to a highway <br />instead<br />a quiet and secluded highway<br />i was petrified <br />i felt the chill run down my spine<br />i was so alone<br /><br />i wish he could be here<br />hugging me<br />its not going to happen<br />he will be away<br />for a long long time<br />i don't know how will i survive<br />im trying to<br />i will have to try<br />i will<br />trust me alright <br /><br />i hope our relationship will strengthen even more<br />i love you<br />no matter what<br /><br />happy birthday baby<br />happy 22nd birthday<br />i love you<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/ST17bUNToKI/AAAAAAAAAOE/as3cKwC5x70/s1600-h/DSCF9492.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/ST17bUNToKI/AAAAAAAAAOE/as3cKwC5x70/s320/DSCF9492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277510047559295138" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-5851544764217537121?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-31673187277518151902008-12-08T17:51:00.002+08:002008-12-08T17:59:57.323+08:00monday blues<br />again<br />my weekly routine mundane Monday<br />mit up wit darling fifi<br />got the charger and watch<br />i love it<br />got to rework my school projects and came up wit a fantastic - hmmm probably acceptable portfolio. hopefully kent's comapny is gonna hire me. <br />im praying for miracles<br />hmm not so much of miracles<br />but im working on it<br /><br />the sky is dark<br />darker than usual<br />i sense winter is now<br />yes<br />winter in another country<br /><br />my mood isn't getting any better<br />in fact after seeing alot Kiangs today<br />made me feel even worse<br /><br />i m trying to lose 3 more pounds.<br />im desperate<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-3167318727751815190?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-21485837893054681622008-12-08T08:01:00.002+08:002008-12-08T08:22:24.688+08:00i did not party last nite<br />we went to zouk wine bar at 12<br />we drank abit<br />i m never a good drinker<br />i don't drowned myself in continuous clubbing<br />what do you expect from me?<br />after getting dumped and just do nothing about it?<br />you drink when we broke up<br />so i can't?<br />i don't like to drink<br />no its a lie<br />when you drink<br />it takes away the pain for just abit<br />i need that distraction<br />i stay at home and cry and thinking ways how to end my life?<br />that's not helping<br />i m a human<br />human being with feelings<br />you don't talk to me<br />i can never keep guessing what are you thinking<br />talk to me<br />you couldn't promise me to stop smoking or drinking<br />but you promise me that night<br />we have witness<br />a voice recording<br />u promise me that we would communicate and start paying attention<br />you don't tell me that you have forgotten what you have promised<br />it's not fair for me<br />i am a woman<br />not a robot<br />i already told you that i stopped inhaling that $11.20 product<br />don't you get?<br />i can take care of myself when you're in there<br />but work with me<br />i don't care <br />there is no girls you wouldn't do anything funny<br />(come to think again)<br />do you think it's gonna be easy for me <br />when you are away<br />i have to pull myself together<br />alone<br />you couldn't be there for me anymore when i needed you most<br />please<br />work things out together<br />is that a promise?<br />promise?<br />a declaration that something will or will not be done<br />an express assurance on which expectation is to be based<br />something that has the effect of an express assurance; indication of what may be expected<br />to engage to join in marriage.<br />to assure (used in emphatic declarations)<br />to afford ground for expectation <br />you got it?<br />it is a challenge a big one for both of us <br />if WE want to make this work<br />we are not talking about a short period of time<br />bloody 2 years<br />don't ask me to change if you can't help me<br />relationship consist 2 persons<br />a team<br />if i have to work alone all the time<br />what's the point?<br />when you could only say <br />"its your fault" you have to change"<br />whats all that?<br />please just work with me<br />i'll tell you what i want<br />i want communications<br />mo more lies<br />and attention<br />can you give me those?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-2148583789305468162?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-13393527170756442092008-12-07T20:27:00.002+08:002008-12-07T20:28:37.725+08:00colours show how you feel<br />you are wearing black<br />because you are in bad mood<br />you are in love<br />you wear colourful fancy clothes<br /><br />i m in love <br />still<br />but i was hurt<br />hurt by a promise<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-1339352717075644209?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-89145230459895412722008-12-07T20:04:00.004+08:002008-12-07T20:13:57.686+08:00i was browsing and reading all the posts i have written.<br />i just realized that i wrote a lot about him<br />mainly him<br />is all him<br />and all about him<br />this blog or the previous blog.<br />is all about him. not about me.<br />is it love?<br />and i also highlighted some posts<br />i actually write the same thing.<br />kinda deja vu<br />like exact same thing.<br /><br />look for this word : attention<br /><br />i m sure like 8 out of 10 posts consist the word attention or a sentence " i want attention"<br /><br />nvm<br />i sounded like as if im fine go back to normal kinda thing<br />but no<br />im still weeping and still not over him<br />i spent my whole day crying basically<br />i have changed my trash bag twce today<br />ya all filled wit tissue and mucus.<br /><br />www.nicole-nicole-nicole.blogspot.com<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-8914523045989541272?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-30134475883670903372008-12-07T19:17:00.002+08:002008-12-07T19:34:20.040+08:00i wish i could end this<br />i wish i could run away<br />i wish i could pretend <br />like nothing ever happened<br />i couldn't<br /><br />God please<br />made me stop tearing<br /><br />i thought love is sweet<br />love is wonderful<br />love means everything<br /><br />i thought so<br />i still thought so<br /><br />i don't know what to do<br />waiting for something<br />waiting for someone<br />waiting for answers<br />waiting for love<br /><br />having to wait <br />for something uncertain<br />loving you wasn't a mistake<br />i made mistakes<br />hurting you <br />was a mistake <br />i m so sorry <br />that i couldn't help<br />but to give you problems<br />i m sorry to have made you worried<br />i m sorry to have to listen to my complaints <br />all the time<br />i m sorry that i made our love <br />bitter and always fighting<br />i m sorry if i have always <br />ask too much<br />controlling <br />and <br />possessive<br />i m sorry for not being able<br />to be the person you want me to be<br />i m so sorry<br />for everything<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-3013447588367090337?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-59582350035468847532008-12-07T13:41:00.002+08:002008-12-07T13:48:58.237+08:00i lie on my bed lifeless<br />couldn't open my eyes<br />my heart's aching<br />my mind's confused<br /><br />looking back all the photos<br />its like seeing you again<br />my heart ache every time <br />i flip through a page<br />can't believe its over <br />just can't stop tearing<br />morning<br />afternoon<br />evening<br />sun set<br />night<br />wee hrs <br />sun rise <br /><br />there is no happiness<br />some one has taken my soul<br />i life with emptiness <br />i beg my soul to come back<br />soul refused<br />i was too broken <br />inside<br />she couldn't stay in me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-5958235003546884753?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-84825138232831764002008-12-07T05:09:00.002+08:002008-12-07T05:28:05.355+08:00dear baby,<br />i couldn't sleep last night <br />because i know that is over between us<br />and if in some distant place in the future<br />we see each other <br />in our new lives<br />i'll smile at you with joy<br />and remember how we spent a wonderful 5 years together<br />learning from each other<br />and growing in love<br />The best love is the kind that awakens the soul<br />and makes us reach for more<br />and plants fire in our hearts<br />and brings peace into our minds<br />and that's what you given me<br />that's what i'd hope to give to you forever<br />I Love You<br />I'll be missing you<br />nicole<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-8482513823283176400?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-4572177733392185332008-12-07T04:58:00.002+08:002008-12-07T05:09:33.853+08:00would you just stay with me?<br />what for? <br />look at us<br />we are already fighting<br />well, that's what we do<br />we fight<br />i tell you when you're being <br />an arrogant son of a bitch<br />and you tell me when <br />i'm being a pain in the ass<br />which i m<br />99% of the time<br />you are not afraid to hurt my feelings<br />they have like a two second rebound rate<br />and im back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing<br />so what?<br />so it's not gonna be easy<br />its gonna be really hard<br />and we're gonna have to work at this everyday<br />but i want to do that <br />because i want you<br />i want all of you<br />forever, you and me, everyday<br />will you do something for me?<br />please?<br />will you just picture your life for me?<br />30 years from now,<br />40 years from now, what's it look like?<br />if its not gonna be with me<br />go just go<br />i lost you twice,<br />i think i could do it again<br />if i thought it's what you really wanted<br />but don't you take the easy way out<br />what do you want?<br />goddamn it just tell me what do you want?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-457217773339218533?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-35781104090937464972008-12-07T03:38:00.001+08:002008-12-07T03:40:43.079+08:00i m sorry i left<br />i m sorry i left without a word<br />i m sorry that you have to worry<br />i m sorry for everything<br />i m sorry that i wasn't there <br />i m sorry<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-3578110409093746497?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-91596410677434990042008-12-07T03:34:00.002+08:002008-12-07T03:37:31.196+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/STrUX54L80I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ffIwtl04tcg/s1600-h/Photo+92.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/STrUX54L80I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ffIwtl04tcg/s320/Photo+92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276763420556522306" /></a><br />i missed D alot<br />couldn't stop thinking<br />i feel the world is collapsing<br />i m falling<br />deep<br />again<br />a dream<br />deja vu<br />i m falling<br />i want to see you<br />i just want to rush there<br />hug you<br />and never let go<br />i miss you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-9159641067743499004?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-85955375260208987722008-12-06T21:35:00.002+08:002008-12-06T21:43:35.993+08:00i lost something<br />i lost someone<br />i can never get it back<br />i can never see again<br /><br />it was not anyone's fault<br />it was fated<br />it was destined<br />it was love<br />it was a promise <br />there were two people<br />now its gone<br />forever<br /><br />i can never be the strongest person i want to be<br />i tried<br />its hard<br />god damn hard<br />a shattered glass<br />a shattered heart<br />the pain that can never subside<br />a mark that stained my life<br />it was you<br />a mark that i made last year <br />a mark that i want to remember for the rest of my life<br />your name <br />mine<br />love<br />i m sorry D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-8595537526020898772?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-30489053636388457912008-12-06T14:56:00.001+08:002008-12-06T15:00:23.012+08:00The beautiful days are long gone<br />I can’t seem to breathe<br />It feels like it hasn’t been that long<br />Since you walked away from me<br />Now I can try to act real strong<br />But you and I both know I still think of you that way<br />You should know that<br /><br />The beautiful lights the star filled nights<br />They don’t mean a thing<br />Cause you were my star and so it don’t seem right<br />Without you here with me<br />Now I can try to act real strong<br />But you and I both know its hard for me to say<br />You were my sou<br /><br />Now I could say that I don’t love you no more<br />And I could say that I’ve closed the door for our love<br />And I can tell you I feel It’s time for us to go our separate ways<br />But I just wouldn’t be the same<br /><br />Now when your in love it takes time to heal<br />When someone’s broken your heart it changes how you feel<br />I thought that you’d never do me that way<br /><br />Now love is a game that we both like to play<br />But will I win or lose if I go or if I stay<br />Even though I try to hide my broken heart inside<br />You know me inside out and I can’t get you off my mind<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-3048905363638845791?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-31902857345988390582008-12-06T12:03:00.002+08:002008-12-06T12:23:17.574+08:00having sore throat is the last thing you will want to diagnose <br />how unlucky i am to have to eat soupy food for days. \<br />almost a week now<br />i m still sick<br /><br />last night party was horrible<br />spent most of the time crying <br />or dragged outside for interrogation<br />kill my night<br />last night i realized<br />i found out some thing<br />being best friends, best buddies<br />habit, attitude could be pretty much identical<br />just like twins.<br />A was worse<br />A totally pissed me off<br />don't regret after you give away your love<br />it's not fair<br />i feel for R<br />i love R<br />i just hope things wasn't so melodramatic last night<br />is like deja vu<br />its happening again<br />damn it<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-3190285734598839058?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-75986922749517747852008-12-06T04:18:00.005+08:002008-12-06T14:56:41.694+08:00why isit so god damn hard to make commitments<br />a ring a promise<br />it never happened.<br />he promise to chase after me when i walked away<br />he didnt<br />all he cared about was the sister<br />i can never be priorities<br />i can never be his number one<br />he asked his friends to look after me then he looked after N himself<br />y cant he swap?<br />ask his friends to look after N instead?<br />D, u know wad?<br />i have never been foolish enough<br />to make a 2 mrt RED line on my wrist<br />it was the pain<br />can never take away the pain<br />u choose your sis over me<br />fine <br />i love her <br />but her brother love<br />annoys me<br />Why didn't D just lecture N instead of me<br />its not my fault if guys came near<br />I m done here<br />totally done here<br /><br />im tired<br />done with all the empty promises<br />done<br />hope u get a better girl<br />let me know if u found that special someone<br />i will b happy for u<br />i still love u<br />no one can ever take over the special place in my heart<br />im letting you go<br />that would b for best. <br />for both of us<br />im trying to move on<br />pls just let me<br />i dont want to kept thinking its always my fault<br />end all sufferings<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-7598692274951774785?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-14174633406799129372008-12-05T21:54:00.002+08:002008-12-05T22:15:54.739+08:00he left<br />i received a hefty gift<br />he left<br />he is never coming back<br /><br />the day you slipped away<br />was the day i found it won't be the same<br /><br />im left with inanity<br />i turned blind overnight<br />left with no substance<br /><br />i wish i could turn back time<br />a time machine<br />nevermore will i kiss him<br />never will i say "like"<br />never have known him<br /><br />never<br /><br />a slap on face <br />stings<br />marks still there<br />neither can it disappear <br />nor forgotten<br /><br />a love too much<br />a kiss don't last<br />a conversation<br />never last<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-1417463340679912937?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-40578497239844001072008-12-05T12:33:00.002+08:002008-12-05T12:39:50.468+08:00is this real or reel?<br />my life has become a sin<br />a sin that can neither be forgiven or washed away<br /><br />i feel like im falling<br />deep into a manhole.<br />i m lost<br />searching for the light in my life<br />i m cold<br />in the manhole <br />i hear the streets<br />people talking<br />i m trapped<br />God please send me guidance<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-4057849723984400107?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-85483013499530975292008-12-05T03:18:00.002+08:002008-12-05T03:24:12.927+08:00its a new beginning <br />noticed some posts are missing?<br />i deleted them<br />it was too personal i feel.<br />people might get hurt. i didn't care at first<br />now come to a term that i have to CHANGE<br />ya a big change for me-not spiderman change<br />a real BIG change. for my own benefit.<br />i got to stop my vulgarities, inhaling that $11.20, being rough, violent whatsoever.<br />i will do it. for the best. for my future.<br />and i want to be good at one thing.<br />my work.<br />i've never been superb, good in A particular thing. be it sports, hobby, etc. i wanna b good at something. so when others ask, "so what you're good at?" i could answer them proudly.<br />sigh<br />i really hope i could do something GOOD within 6 months in 2009.<br />wish me luck.<br />love<br />xoxo<br />nicole<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-8548301349953097529?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-62665143510723075342008-12-05T03:07:00.002+08:002008-12-05T03:18:08.407+08:00i missed u.<br />missed you so bad.<br />i don't forget you.<br />i hope you can hear me<br />i remember it clearly<br /><br />i didn't get around to kiss you<br />goodbye on the hand<br />i wish that i could see you again<br />i know that i cant<br /><br />i had my wake up<br />won't you wake up<br />i kept asking why<br />and i can't take it<br />it wasn't fake<br />it happened, you passed by<br /><br />i missed you,D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-6266514351072307534?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-49124916415565741682008-11-27T18:19:00.002+08:002008-11-27T18:34:08.341+08:00The sky is so dark. Darker than usual. <br />Making my day even worse than yesterday.<br />I always thought monday is always mundane. my tuesday, wednesday, till the rest of the week is going to be the same. <br /><br />tonight is the night<br />mega club - eeww opened. <br />ZIRCA MEGA CLUB<br />OMG, DJ Tank is back!!!<br />omg im so thrilled and excited. <br />its like high school crush.<br />he's so hot. <br />thank you fifi for helping me out.hehehe.. i got to HUG DJ Tank.. yes yes.. scream n curse me girls... i know.. i was so LUCKY.<br />im gg to see him again tonight. yay.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-4912491641556574168?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-49611302498395943962008-11-24T21:19:00.004+08:002008-11-25T16:11:37.306+08:00Nirmala Nicole died today. <br />time: 4pm<br />I did not see it coming.<br />I was the one who hold the responsibility.<br />I have ruined my entire future.<br />I'm confused, at loss<br /><br />My whole entire life is a mess.<br />A mess that i created myself.<br />Amendments that i never want to make up for and rectify.<br />Too many mistakes and trouble i have caused.<br />I can never forgive myself.<br />Till now. <br />It is too late now, isnt it?<br />In any circumstances i have never want to change.<br />Too mulish?<br />I was given countless of chances<br />Never have i once take it seriously.<br /><br />Now that i regret. Its too late.<br /><br />A life just ended.<br />I'm starting a new one.<br /><br />nicole<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-4961130249839594396?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-41916428910434283682008-11-19T02:48:00.005+08:002008-11-20T00:49:36.797+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/SSRDXl-_B8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/LwT-5ToRePg/s1600-h/DSCF9290.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/SSRDXl-_B8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/LwT-5ToRePg/s320/DSCF9290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270411536542664642" /></a><br />oh ya peeps.<br />my display profile pic is fake<br />no photoshop-ing or editing<br />but it was taken like on febuary this year. hmm sometime ago.<br />i was skinnier meatless back then. now IM FAT as fat as pig.<br />will post new pics soon...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-4191642891043428368?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-44954328220514186502007-09-23T09:51:00.000+08:002007-09-23T10:02:08.269+08:00he supoose to go back to knead his broken finger.the nite b4 he hapily went to dxo wit the vt n the girls... damn.he is still the same being.a liar. i was so pissed tt bestie has to cum by n hv a drink.... end saturdae... ended up slping the whole day b4 start gorginf food in the late afternoon... im so tired.. at least sleptquite long... frm 10-3.3.. shiok... for the first time in the week tt i can actaully rest... rest.. my mind n body... in vasion was so cool.. its a bit f the cliche... the virus.. zombie stereotype show... ut its kinda gud.. nicole kidman n tt james bond guy daniel craig... <br />kiang's daily routine<br />awake-kiss dede-check hp-wander ard-brush teeth-eat-smoke-shit-bathe-on the fan-apply moisturiser-comb hair-wear jeans-wear watch-check wallet n hp-put cigarette on the left pocket-wear socks-shoes-go<br />reach hm-strait to the room-put down bag-kiss dede-change shorts-lie on the bed-kiss dede-play com/watch dvd-kiss dede-take long nap-cook-dinner-smoke-bathe-wander ard-lie on the bed-talke on fone-play cm-cook supper-smoke-kiss dede-slp-hug dede<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-4495432822051418650?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-79579340470679467102007-09-21T17:11:00.001+08:002007-09-21T17:27:11.562+08:00im tired of basically everything.. tied of my life.. <br />mentally n pyshicali break down soon... skul projects are pilling up.. n im lazy. procastinate. just playing with the time..<br />i find myself spending moretime wit him. pressures on. i like the feeling when im wit him. its just different.. erm honestly not much of the security but i just feel loved-at the moment-i dono when its goin to end... all the honeymoon period. a month? a week more? im just happy very happy now... even works are pilling, working schedules are tight. there is him at the end of the dae.. seeing him just comforts me n make mi forget all the problems n mountains of hw... <br />i tink im failing. i tink ive chosen the wrong course... damn.. my sis is goin to kill mi. u knw as time goes by... u just dun feel tt enthu animore and tings are just getting bland and thers just no more passion... mayb its bcoz f the tight deadlines.. rejections f works tt u have to redo so mani shits... damn.. i wish i am talented n smart...<br />just wanna graduate fast get a job n try to work out...<br />my dreams f becoming air hostess shattered... no more... thx to my impulse actions... getting inked at the wrong places... damn it...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-7957934047067946710?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-86887681261608339722007-09-21T15:29:00.000+08:002007-09-21T15:32:09.660+08:00finally one project is over yay...wooohoohooo<br />im like sick very sick... <br />thx to lester.. help mi alot witlot f shits.. owe him alot man.. i got to buck up wit fotoshop...<br />not a fantastic work though.. but at least i tried... <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RvNzYTdpw9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7oZZkcMYGAc/s1600-h/final+nicole.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RvNzYTdpw9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7oZZkcMYGAc/s320/final+nicole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112556863374345170" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-8688768126160833972?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-53776316775873317282007-09-20T00:38:00.000+08:002007-09-20T00:39:35.653+08:00sorry guys.. late post... been busy busy busy... i promise will put up more pics n gossips n latest exclusiv news...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-5377631677587331728?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-24290065117237242302007-09-16T19:17:00.001+08:002007-09-16T19:32:07.656+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/Ru0SbxuqIfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2sBxKTByHyY/s1600-h/SP_A0360.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/Ru0SbxuqIfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2sBxKTByHyY/s320/SP_A0360.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110761420550185458" /></a><br />nothing else matters now.. i just wan to strt anew wit him... a new r/s together... i can feel the love now... really... n im nt goin to screw up agn... sorry baby... i love u.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-2429006511723724230?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-72645814548617094632007-09-16T18:49:00.000+08:002007-09-16T19:16:19.111+08:00love.hate.forgiveness<br /><br />there is always love and then hate and lastly forgiveness...<br />im goin to confess all... xclusive stories...<br />im a sluty whore who loves getting attention from anyone...<br />im portray and make myself so easy n available like 7-11.<br />i dun fuck around<br />i like being watched<br />i like being noticed<br />it was just another nite of partying... i saw them they saw us. it was quite a mutual attraction-hmm mayb i wun use attraction... it was just like oh we are frm the sm hometown... okay helo helo...<br />few shots down the throat... i was so naive to accept invitation frm strangers... call me easy prey or idiot...<br />i waslike just a click away... so easy to get... all the losers at the club see me like sum easy cheap slut hu likes to b taken advantage...i was dumb...<br />we danced... he *i*sed me. i was subconcious.. i response... not knowing the consequences of hurting him...<br />they sent us back... alot of things i have shared.. wit others.. are all false... i just wan to make it sound more dramatic... tts all.. ntg actually happen... u are all punked...<br />his loser fren was being a buy body n kaypoh... <br />my love found out the truth... it hurts...<br />he ended our bland 4 yrs f r/s <br />i couldnt accpet it.. all i asked is a chance<br />a chance to xplain tts all...<br />he called 2 days after... he said everything would be fine...<br />i believed him<br />i love him still<br />he made me promise him sumting...<br />i agreed...<br />i have to add this.. hu ever wans to knw more pls just ask frm mi stop getting shitty info frm anione...if u guys prefer to blieve the losers... fine.. no prob wit me.. i cant force beg u to trust me.. u make ur own choice... <br />frankly speaking.. .i deeply regret 4 wad i've done. pls forgive me for hurting him... <br />few days later... the news broke as if there was another tsunami attack... the whole world knows... his parents.they r aware f the situation. i was ashamed. as though my face was printed eveywhere on the papers... hw can i face the world?<br />hw can i face his friends... its over... his 2 bestie did nt like mi frm the start n i didnt knw...<br />i was too possesive n vulgar. i am as wad i am.. if u hv prob wit tt sorry u just hv t live wit it... i cant change its just mi... if u hv a perception f hw a girl shld b..tel mi.. u r wrng... nt all girls are softie bla bla... tell mi more... im sick n tired f this.. i cant dun gv a shit abt this.. u guys r my love's bestes well i can sae closest.. but the impression u guys hav in mi...<br />gosh.. i wish i cold turn back time n nt mitting or even hanging out wit u guys... i knw i never have a REPUTATION.. u guys knw me asa cheap vulgar n possessive slut... u guys dont knw wad exactly happen n wad had happened... stop judging me frm wad u hear! im tired of all these... he made me the way i am now...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-7264581454861709463?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-34410769334137585522007-09-09T11:43:00.000+08:002007-09-09T11:58:02.106+08:00its over man seriously... <br />i was so dumb to have acted this way... i cant rem much... but i was subconscious at tt poitn f time... i didt gulp down alot of alcohol... just 2 shots n 3 glses f beer... oh my n tts enuf to make mi wonder like a hungry ghost. i was tearing n talking on fone wit random ple... an ang moh lady aproach mi in the toilet... cant rem much wad she told mi... oh i wish i didnt drink so fast.... <br />the guys-suppose to b my cmpanion..hapily watching soccer match... england versus watever.. is kinda weird... i rem hearing them talking abt the bet this n tt... the score i tink is 3-0 if im nt wrong...he called... wad am i suppose to do? the previous msg.. he already scolded mi f**King S***T... wad more to ask? he got his friends to tell mi he's drunk so tt i would come over... ass.. its over already... i went over just to c him... i dun gv a shit... i dun wan animore nonsense... i just wan a clean break... a realy clean break... i had enuf... i knw wad i did. u already knw u found out from him.... i dun have to sae aniting.. if u goin to believe watever the person sae... its up to u really... guys are jerks... n so tt loser n asshole... i wish i could turn back time <br />i wish i would have been more careful... i couldnt be running frm misery... i made a promise last nite.. tt i wouldnt ***s other ple already.... i could not understand y isit hapening... AGAIN.... dear readers.. the story seem to be complicated n messy i knw.. i just dun wan to type out everytin in detail... i wish i could... im pouring out half glasses of my sorrow into this.<br />i wanted to tell the whle world tt im a slutty slutty whore... a cheap used piece f shit... i regretted doing all these, i probably wun met fir at the 7th floor... i would b in the 18th flor f the hottest n scariest hell...<br />i nid to change... help mi... im hungry now... hungry for love... i wish huever can treat mi nicer... nt beating mi up or shouts at me... i wan all promises to be made, to b fulfilled... more communication. at least do mi a favor... pls work tis ting together.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-3441076933413758552?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-47958506234219632392007-09-07T23:26:00.000+08:002007-09-07T23:33:11.361+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RuFuul-PEJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GJKNQxqTurw/s1600-h/SP_A0356.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RuFuul-PEJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GJKNQxqTurw/s320/SP_A0356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107485199161036946" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RuFt-l-PEII/AAAAAAAAAIU/hFdXn1shgKQ/s1600-h/SP_A0355.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RuFt-l-PEII/AAAAAAAAAIU/hFdXn1shgKQ/s320/SP_A0355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107484374527316098" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-4795850623421963239?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-10633817914186463332007-09-07T23:23:00.001+08:002007-09-07T23:25:44.786+08:00its over<br />its too late<br />im so naive<br />im stupid<br />im a slut<br />im a dumbo<br />i hurt him<br />im sorry<br />im crying him a river<br />what goes around really comes back all around<br />i just wish i can turn back time<br />i would have cherish <br />i would have be more mature<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-1063381791418646333?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-2329508942024906312007-09-06T19:13:00.000+08:002007-09-06T19:29:51.464+08:00he promised me to help mi out wit my skul work...<br />a sudden cls outing tt is so impt tt he has to cancel on his beloved gf-well mayb nt beloved... request...<br />it was a promise to me...<br />i nid his help... he said he would help...<br />wel.. after a short tiff. he finally came to his senses.. after i begged him of course...<br />did photography... bla bla brainstorm ideas....<br /><br />his sis ask mi an interesting question...<br />" u are carrying a heavy big bag full of ur fave things... wouldu let it go n walk freely or u would continue to walk n carry tt hefty burden on yer back?"<br />"i told her my bag has never been light. no matter big small bag i will still carry it whereever i go"<br /> <br />is it love?<br />isit hard to love somebody?<br />has he changed? <br />or i have changed?<br /><br />im tired... so xhausted of all the nonsense... <br />the reason of mi being paranoid n unreasonable? <br />its him...<br />he made me<br /><br />i just wan attentions. isit too much to ask? <br />help me... i want to be loved not to love<br />y isit so hard to love a person?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-232950894202490631?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-32976972652010506392007-09-03T15:32:00.000+08:002007-09-03T15:53:43.248+08:00sundays... my onli time..to do hw.. as usuall head to library... do hw... hell. it was like again.. procastinating.. i have tt alot in mi... met up wit sil... she wanted to buy denim shorts...<br />got 2 tops n 2 shorts... pretty gud.. spent like 150 on all... makan again... as usual same place same dish..just wanted to c my darling..<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/Rtu82F-PEGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wvHfVmN7dqE/s1600-h/02-09-07_1853.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/Rtu82F-PEGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wvHfVmN7dqE/s320/02-09-07_1853.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105882240056758370" /></a>i just love him.. well at the moment.. b4 all the lets take sum time off... bla bla.. now.. i love him alot... its juts like u just got into relationship u just wan to c tt special sumone everydae... u wouldnt let off ani chance of meeting.. <br />again i went home alone.. its been like sumtime since he last sent mi home...<br />i feel so miserable... i want to be wit him every sec, min. hr everydae.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-3297697265201050639?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-24820962391691193182007-09-03T15:21:00.000+08:002007-09-03T16:02:07.197+08:00pending posts... time to post sum dada again...<br />soccer tounamnet on last sat was a trash man.. seriously.. my dearest darling n his peeps... lose strait to the face 2-0... street soccer at mdis.. 64 teams total.. well 63 i guess one f the team again didnt show up... pretty much exciting..each game lasted 10 mins... my dearest team iron liver versus the indians wad ranger or sum other hsitty name... they lose seriously.. no team work.. in the court their team was in the mess... their goal keeper was pretty gud.. heard tt he was trained in indo league.. im nt so sure actually... my bf fell twice.. i guess it was again his stunt...useless.. the referee-correct spelling? was pretty kayu.. he totally a loser... su team-delippo lose strait o the face as well 2-0... su was lousy.. after 2 min exhausted... sub agn... sub agn... twice for god sake.. tink he smokes too much no stamina.. n he gained weight well alot.. his double chin was so visible n i tot he look abit toad... hahah.. herry gained weight too.. guess he is pretty happy in the relationship wit yy... my poorr bf... i must feed him... pics will b upload soon.. nt much pics though...<br />went to watch rat-a-too-ee.. it was pretty hilarious.. very funny.. the best cartoon.. the grpahics etc... hmm.. i just love the director n creator...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/Rtu_TV-PEHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OTm1PjKYmmc/s1600-h/wallpaper_disney_ratatouill.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/Rtu_TV-PEHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OTm1PjKYmmc/s320/wallpaper_disney_ratatouill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105884941591187570" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-2482096239169119318?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-15016456236939847442007-08-28T23:14:00.000+08:002007-08-28T23:48:10.488+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtRDG1-PDoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XtY9yz3Chd0/s1600-h/DSCF5357.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtRDG1-PDoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XtY9yz3Chd0/s320/DSCF5357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103778062564003458" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtRCsl-PDnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6SpJxQOWYHs/s1600-h/DSCF5356.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtRCsl-PDnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6SpJxQOWYHs/s320/DSCF5356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103777611592437362" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtRBGF-PDmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/E-uoisx2Ovs/s1600-h/DSCF5353.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtRBGF-PDmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/E-uoisx2Ovs/s320/DSCF5353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103775850655845986" /></a><br />i start to blanch<br />"what goes around, goes around, comes all the way back around" <br />y the hell justin has to write this song. <br />britney meant too much for him. yet she married that loser shit. <br />and what goes around comes all the way back around. look at her now. she is labeled white trash. <br />n kfed now is the gud guy.. a gud father and a role model of a gud parent... poor britney.. i dun wan end up like tt white trash...<br /><br />scene 2<br />Is it so hard to ask to be loved? <br />Is it a request or summon or demand? <br />Is it hard to keep a promise?<br />Is it hard to preserve happiness?<br />I just want to be sent home<br />I just need a shoulder to lie on<br />I just need companionship on the home<br />i just don't want to go home alone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-1501645623693984744?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-59257023563533427952007-08-28T11:13:00.000+08:002007-08-29T17:46:23.284+08:00hapi bdae to our bdae boy hu turned 21 yesterdae... <br />went to chin fa live seafood at marina bay.. the food well.. u know buffet... but very stingy when cums to plates... each person onli entitled to 2 freaking plates... damn it...<br />live prawns, satays, wide range of meats and all the yong tau foo-s...<br />took alot pics.went to tiong bahru.. fandy place... his place was like clean.. its abit unusual for apartment full of guys... met hengky n roy and anthony sorry for being sexy. thai guy hu speak wit a beautiful american accent- brought along black label...play cards,cards,cards,cards, lose lose lose drink drink drink... i was down after 1 n half. it was pure absolut n black label... <br />silvia drank pretty much alot... she was like a bull collapsed on the floor. bdae boy vomitted on mi. my dress smells and they have to shower me.. hell.. richard... roy was the worst victim.. h had to clean the bathroom and richard puke on him.. he had to go shirtless and his 3/4 jeans was wet...so embarased n paise.. it was like the worst nite ever.. all the guys have seen 2 bitches puke like nobody business... damn... im totally not drinking animore.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtRSMl-PDqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Nt4wpxKVWak/s1600-h/DSCF5365.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtU_H1-PEBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qkqV_pvI76A/s320/DSCF5415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104055156674072594" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtU_ZV-PECI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JjrngXtfoQw/s1600-h/DSCF5422.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtU_ZV-PECI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JjrngXtfoQw/s320/DSCF5422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104055457321783330" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtU_yF-PEDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TlT-qqT40BY/s1600-h/DSCF5431.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtU_yF-PEDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TlT-qqT40BY/s320/DSCF5431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104055882523545650" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtVAHl-PEEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QWTtQmD2wME/s1600-h/DSCF5399.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtVAHl-PEEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QWTtQmD2wME/s320/DSCF5399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104056251890733122" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtVAH1-PEFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2LDCtrFAtZg/s1600-h/DSCF5403.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtVAH1-PEFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2LDCtrFAtZg/s320/DSCF5403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104056256185700434" /></a><br /><br />oh ya went to take pics earlier at arab street bugis ther n chinatown.. tehre is this plc tt actually still practice the traditional way f cutting ernmm shaving hair or sumting... at the back alley of the shop hses at chinatown.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtPeXF-PDlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/t0EOG50Remw/s1600-h/DSCF5338.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtPeXF-PDlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/t0EOG50Remw/s320/DSCF5338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103667291062472274" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-5925702356353342795?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-91580702550080562912007-08-26T13:34:00.000+08:002007-08-26T15:18:15.510+08:00went to seoul garden.. bobby bdae. we "patungan "bot him a timberland shirt... <br />went to timber again... it was like wow... love them... good fellas... they were great the best man... <br />then after hrs of begging my dearest bf to go mos.. he let mi finally... <br />silvia fetch wit the cab... mos suck.. seriously... i hate gon on sat... sorry to sae.. nt being racist-but i am racist... dun get offended after reading this... seriously.. it was another deepavali day damn it... wat the hell.. it seems like every sat its onli their nite out... no cute guys at all.. mos was pretty packed.. with ang mohs and u deepavali-an... <br />saw the loser agn whom i mentioned in the previous blog.. i went to him and like" i saw u everywk at mos" oh isit? wad kinda ques. i stait away shoot him back" tonite no girl?" simple broken english whch means= so tonite u have not gotten ani girls? <br />pls la loser u just stand ther n wait for th bitches to geind u isit? i have to sae u smell gud but loser sorry...<br />n the girls... ah lian pls get out.. can u guys just got to the gangster name club called velvet dragon... i tot ther is where u guys hang put most f the time.. clubbing is where u get kicked, pushed ard, and stepped... pls stop glaring us wit ur ahlian super "diao" eyes oke... u wanna dance hot sexily.. erm.. try harder lian... honestly, if i knew i would have stayed at timber n njoy the live band n pizzas instead of burning my nite at mos... n i swear nt to wear flats to club... <br />pics frm timber<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEU7V-PDaI/AAAAAAAAACk/iLJ2uKhtsXU/s1600-h/DSCF5229.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEU7V-PDaI/AAAAAAAAACk/iLJ2uKhtsXU/s320/DSCF5229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102882862530497954" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEV4F-PDbI/AAAAAAAAACs/5Y8ZlapUMug/s1600-h/DSCF5230.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEV4F-PDbI/AAAAAAAAACs/5Y8ZlapUMug/s320/DSCF5230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102883906207550898" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEW8l-PDcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/m2ig1JB6T0g/s1600-h/DSCF5236.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEW8l-PDcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/m2ig1JB6T0g/s320/DSCF5236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102885083028590018" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEYSF-PDdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IB0SECSsf50/s1600-h/DSCF5237.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEYSF-PDdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IB0SECSsf50/s320/DSCF5237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102886551907405266" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEZ11-PDeI/AAAAAAAAADE/0hQ767saTDg/s1600-h/DSCF5238.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEZ11-PDeI/AAAAAAAAADE/0hQ767saTDg/s320/DSCF5238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102888265599356386" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEbb1-PDfI/AAAAAAAAADM/x2OfDbFgIaw/s1600-h/DSCF5239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEbb1-PDfI/AAAAAAAAADM/x2OfDbFgIaw/s320/DSCF5239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102890017946013170" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEglV-PDgI/AAAAAAAAADU/4pU6wx7Ovbg/s1600-h/DSCF5243.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEglV-PDgI/AAAAAAAAADU/4pU6wx7Ovbg/s320/DSCF5243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102895678712909314" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEjjF-PDhI/AAAAAAAAADc/WUSjfmSR8No/s1600-h/DSCF5245.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEjjF-PDhI/AAAAAAAAADc/WUSjfmSR8No/s320/DSCF5245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102898938593086994" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEnOV-PDkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZkZb4GFf_kg/s1600-h/DSCF5247.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RtEnOV-PDkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZkZb4GFf_kg/s320/DSCF5247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102902980157312578" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-9158070255008056291?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-53622889477825513762007-08-25T01:28:00.000+08:002007-08-25T01:32:30.037+08:00heard it frm my "brother in law" dharfianto from 1G foundation students.. there is this hot 1Q guy name aaron.. an eurasian boy frm naval base sec... hmm.. wunder hw he look like.. wel normal.. nt so WooOw...heard he is tall.. mayb another brandon type-- hey brandon.. u shld b hapi i actually sae u white boy.. look eurasian le... hahaa... let c this aaron act cute pic...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/Rs8V6F-PDYI/AAAAAAAAACU/9BoOVyEK6Bg/s1600-h/368148500m.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/Rs8V6F-PDYI/AAAAAAAAACU/9BoOVyEK6Bg/s320/368148500m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102320990613867906" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-5362288947782551376?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-56361924705363162252007-08-21T12:50:00.000+08:002007-08-21T12:54:33.275+08:00im so inlove wit my skul.. xcept for its emptiness... hopefully we will hv startbuks n mayb escalator to make our lives easier... well i shld b grateful tt our skul actually have liftS i love my skul. @ lib nw enjoying the magnificent view.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-5636192470536316225?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-20460942958139081462007-08-19T23:42:00.000+08:002007-08-20T00:19:58.976+08:00it was the second time i went to timber... sat was really crowded... the band was like damn gud.. tink it will b our next fave chill out spot... n alot f cute guys... crappy request frm losers hu begged the band to sing them"te reason frm HOOBAstank" pls.. its so old skul...ple now embrella-ing and timbaland-ing u still windows 95 listen to yer the reason...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/Rshn1l-PDRI/AAAAAAAAABc/xyDomg9TVas/s1600-h/SP_A0321.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/Rshn1l-PDRI/AAAAAAAAABc/xyDomg9TVas/s320/SP_A0321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100440748420959506" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RshrhV-PDTI/AAAAAAAAABs/9af_2jsDGio/s1600-h/SP_A0323.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RshrhV-PDTI/AAAAAAAAABs/9af_2jsDGio/s320/SP_A0323.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100444798575119666" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RshqFl-PDSI/AAAAAAAAABk/2niOA8IdEtg/s1600-h/SP_A0322.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RshqFl-PDSI/AAAAAAAAABk/2niOA8IdEtg/s320/SP_A0322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100443222322122018" /></a><br /><br />"SORRY FOR BEING SEXY > CAN U FEEL ME BABY?" quote anthony aka yunk<br /><br />he was very happy n njoying himself tt nite... after a long week f working... sitting down drinking beer and live music... its life man.. n he was wearing the sweater i bot him... he look so cute... i love him..<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RshmjV-PDQI/AAAAAAAAABU/YfBauDPqiPg/s1600-h/SP_A0317.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RshmjV-PDQI/AAAAAAAAABU/YfBauDPqiPg/s320/SP_A0317.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100439335376719106" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-2046094295813908146?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-14928570477250142632007-08-18T10:27:00.000+08:002007-08-18T10:45:52.676+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsZdQV-PDNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uOwKxEApqeY/s1600-h/DSCF5222.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsZdQV-PDNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uOwKxEApqeY/s320/DSCF5222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099866163401133266" /></a><br />hate it.. seriously... wads up wit working when u already made a fucking promise,, y have to blow it.. even a simple request u cant do it... so wad if ther;s not enuf ple.. its nt ur resto... i dun gv a shit either when habil msg mi beg mi to work... i still insist n stick to my plan... isnt he tired? to b working everydae... to av to wake up early in the morning... if he doesnt work on sat well at least he can slp longer... to rest... ya resting my ass,,, its like as though ther are paying him wit gold bars or sumting...<br />u cant compare mi wit u ass... my workplace is nt busy on sat we dun run ard perspiring n smell curry... ur place... hell tink abt it.. when ple walked pass u... strait awaty they thought u work in the kitchen.. thers this fusty and pungent smell... yuck... its all concentrate on the fae n clothes... so ucky how am i able to kiss him? to even get close to him... pls pls just fire him<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-1492857047725014263?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-38003174222462333892007-08-18T01:18:00.000+08:002007-08-18T01:24:40.602+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsXZw1-PDII/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ff9mJWqpOdE/s1600-h/173100013_609ff252a5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsXZw1-PDII/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ff9mJWqpOdE/s320/173100013_609ff252a5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099721586212015234" /></a><br /><br />17agustus2007... indonesia national day... 62 yrs...<br />wow... long weekend in indo... <br />clases todae are like damn boring... the guys were like.. "i hav e hots for isabel" the braless lecturer hu i half swedish half brazillian... she is fine.. nt the hot hot victoria secrets model type... no bra.. fanctastic.. all the grapes are xposed to the innocent children... poor children... <br />mit up wit sil n dinner... then my of coz dearest honey bunny sweatie pie n his buddy... luck was in mi todae.. i won all the poker games...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-3800317422246233389?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-87602565491675829432007-08-17T18:02:00.000+08:002007-08-20T00:26:27.401+08:00ple mite tink im boasting<br />sum mite tink i cant make it.. but hu gives a damn abt wad other ple mite sae.... <br />im helping them to be more attractive but yet keeping their own persona... wow...<br />turn an ugly duckling to a swan...not really an image consultant.. but more of a expensive shopper consultant.<br />im just helping sum ple hu wans to look gud<br />help them to build up confidence and getting chances<br />there is no loser in the world unless u wan to be one ( the xisting ones are those i mentioned in the blog )<br />so huever wans help. im ther... reaching out my skinny hands... free of charge.... <br /><br />nicoledot@hotmail.com<br /><br />n for serious dieting tips... pls visit www.nicole-nicole-nicole.blogspot.com<br />i totally forgot the password the damn user name of my previous blog.. cant blog. .cant continue...<br />ple.. rem im a com-idiot..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-8760256549167582943?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-70578728073690400872007-08-17T17:56:00.000+08:002007-08-17T18:01:38.301+08:00went to timber last nite.. it was like.. so disapointing.. i tot sum cool nice place..(jill describe it like sum heaven chill out plc) it turned out to b quite disapointing... overall is oke.. quite cozy-its mi agn contradicting<br />its like so different frm wad is shown on the net... it appears so much smaller...the band is pretty gud.. the guy can really sing... <br />n my companion of coz... kinda nice person. <br />didnt took ani pics-well i shld.. so at least it will b like a profile... the current squeeze or wadever stuf... mayb next time i shld...<br />my hip bone is itching... i have to apply the cream.. its peeling... i kinda regret the design.. tink i have to add more designs... sigh...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-7057872807369040087?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-76432472786009367362007-08-17T10:25:00.000+08:002007-08-18T10:59:29.628+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsZgPV-PDPI/AAAAAAAAABM/nwSll11hgYM/s1600-h/DSCF5197.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsZgPV-PDPI/AAAAAAAAABM/nwSll11hgYM/s320/DSCF5197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099869444756147442" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsZea1-PDOI/AAAAAAAAABE/HWNayWUAH50/s1600-h/DSCF5180.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsZea1-PDOI/AAAAAAAAABE/HWNayWUAH50/s320/DSCF5180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099867443301387490" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsXeKF-PDMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rdn-npIGtWc/s1600-h/DSCF5179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsXeKF-PDMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rdn-npIGtWc/s320/DSCF5179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099726418050223298" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsXdCl-PDLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/b6P3VB5LzVI/s1600-h/DSCF5178.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsXdCl-PDLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/b6P3VB5LzVI/s320/DSCF5178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099725189689576626" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsXcPV-PDKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LKDB_akSV7A/s1600-h/DSCF5166.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsXcPV-PDKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LKDB_akSV7A/s320/DSCF5166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099724309221280930" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsXbh1-PDJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YOcB9uC1T9I/s1600-h/DSCF5165.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsXbh1-PDJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YOcB9uC1T9I/s320/DSCF5165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099723527537233042" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-7643247278600936736?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-42757167327466394432007-08-15T23:38:00.000+08:002007-08-15T23:50:02.102+08:00im complaining again...<br />he found a job at sum indo resto <br />working wit his fren...<br />im hapi tt he found one of course.. but.. he told mi tt he's gonna work like cow 5 days a week... helo 5 days a week...are u not missing ur gf? mitting onli bloody once a week.. hell . i hate it... i feeel like fuck...<br />i tot we can mit tmr... oh my boss ask mi to work until 4pm then 5pm play soccer... wtf<br />im so like fuck i hate it seriously... fuck FUCK<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-4275716732746639443?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-41217621483679960622007-08-15T12:14:00.001+08:002007-08-15T20:50:25.335+08:00i totally agreee wit xia xue... steven lim is a joke. a biggest loser in singapore. <br />how thick his skin is... mayb ticker than the yellow pages. the most handsome man in singapore.. phui...<br />he is still seen around... along orchard rd esp cktang and paragon.he n his singlet and disgusting face... for those hu doesnt watch tv read magazines or newspapers.. or have no idea of how he look like... dun worry.. walk along th street. u c the beastly, horrid face came to u... tts him<br />the legend of singapore... mr steven lim...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsL2FJwX8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SjKqSPpSMsM/s1600-h/sohandsomepic2edit.JPG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJpLaRX-UM/RsL2FJwX8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SjKqSPpSMsM/s320/sohandsomepic2edit.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098908296515416242" /></a><br /><br />look at him people... his so called perfect body... wit onli wad $1000 4 sessions. no pain, no workout, no gym,, this loser will show u the true magic.. his own fucking recipe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-4121762148367996062?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812198836073621742.post-75629256957501906882007-08-15T11:45:00.000+08:002007-08-15T11:51:18.837+08:00y padded white bra? small chest padding really helps. <br />okay lets start out wit new gossips, bitching, stories and hobbies. <br />tis time round is likely to be more raw, open and more bitchy, DO NOT get offended... <br />its life. y xiaxue can all bitch abt huever.. well ple still hate her but sum love her bitchy-ness.. <br />im nt xiaxue, dawnyang or huever. im just an ordinary lazy design student with no talent and i like to bitch.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812198836073621742-7562925695750190688?l=whitepaddedbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>white brahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198585430994787398noreply@blogger.com0