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I IS WANT TO BE THIS SKINS ALL OVER AGAIN.

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 14:28:08 -0500

I IS WANT TO BE THIS SKINS ALL OVER AGAIN.

Cross this road, and try not to die.

Fri, 06 Feb 2009 01:52:48 -0500

Cross this road, and try not to die.

Because I am craving Pho (Vietnamese Beef Noodles)

Fri, 06 Feb 2009 01:45:05 -0500

I know I haven’t blogged in a really long time and I’m not planning on updating you with what’s happened but I’m going to let you in on what’s happening. Skip a few depressing stories, I am currently and impromptu-ly in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, spending some quality and much needed time with my mother and away from home. She’s been assigned to work here for a few months and we’ve decided I take a flight and meet her here. Whilst I was still back in Singapore and only communicating with her through email or chat, she bragged about how gloomy and dready it was there and that she just felt like returning home. I couldn’t quite believe her because I hadn’t seen or experienced it to actually feel her. Maybe I heard a little depressing sights and experiences of this place but what would I know? Now that I’m here, I am just as depressed. Everything’s hay-wire from the traffic, the food, the people, the living conditions, the weather and the law but just basically everything. I wanted so much to be with my mum but I think we could do better somewhere else. You risk your life doing anything and everything. Cross the road and you could risk getting runned over by, what apparently is 6 million motorbikes in Ho Chi Ming City itself, excluding Hanoi or get pick-pocketed by people on the street or the drive-by snatchers. Eat by the roadside and you could risk your life too because it is not recommended to try food products along the roadside food vendors as the hygiene standards are not regulated and may not be safe for consumption. It’s a dangerous world outside the condominium I’m in. I walked through an alley, ALLEY, and I literally had to face against the wall to ‘siam’ the motorbikes speeding through. No doubt though, the motorbikes here are really awesome, seeing quite a number of Vespas. The only thing I’m enjoying right about now is my carton of Davidoff ciggs and my nap soon, after my last sleep 29 hours ago. So tam biet everyone. I’m going to have my last sleep before I wake up, brave the death defying traffic for some Gloria Jeans coffee in District 1.

Because I'm feeling sexy.

Sat, 03 Jan 2009 13:10:16 -0500

Cocoa butter moisturiser is really, with no doubt, some effing shiok.

“KENA BABY”.

Sat, 03 Jan 2009 13:09:10 -0500

“KENA BABY”.

This could possibly make me cry.

Tue, 30 Dec 2008 13:04:50 -0500

This could possibly make me cry.

Because I did not take risks.

Tue, 30 Dec 2008 13:01:28 -0500

All I can say is that the next person has very big shoes to fill. MEGALARGE SHOES.

How do I feel this good, sober?

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 13:46:38 -0500

How do I feel this good, sober?

Because I don't believe you.

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 13:34:00 -0500

I don’t mind it, I don’t mind at all.
It’s like you’re the swing set and I’m the kid that falls.
It’s like the way we fight.
The times I’ve cried.
We come to blows.
And every night, the passion’s there,
so it’s got to be right, RIGHT?
I won’t remind you, you said we wouldn’t be apart.
When you say you don’t need me anymore.
It’s like one of those bad dreams, when you can’t wake up.
It looks like you’ve given up, you’ve had enough, but I want more.
No I won’t stop because I just know you’ll come around, RIGHT?

SO DON’T PRETEND TO NOT LOVE ME AT ALL, I don’t belive you.

"Well, I don’t like living under your spotlight. Just because you think I might find somebody..."

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 13:20:03 -0500

“Well, I don’t like living under your spotlight. Just because you think I might find somebody worthy.”

Because you are a 'BEEEE-YAAAA-CHE'.

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 13:18:52 -0500

OMG, I’M SINGLE ON CHRISTMAS, YET AGAIN.

WE’RE GONNA PARTAYEEE EHHH EHHH EHHHH EHHHH...

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 13:06:00 -0500

WE’RE GONNA PARTAYEEE EHHH EHHH EHHHH EHHHH EHHHHHHHHHH. IT’S BRITNEY, BEEEE-YAAAA-CHHEEEE.

Because you are crowned.

Sat, 06 Dec 2008 13:27:00 -0500

abel says: eh hello
abel says: long time no see
C. says: I KNOW RIGHT.
C. says: like how bad a friend can you get?
C. says: i, now award you worst-friend-of-the-year-2008
abel says: i would like to thank god
abel says: and alll the ppl who help me get to where i am right now
C. says:
EH
abel says: and lastly
abel says: my lovely clara
C. says: eh what only
abel says: LOVELYclara

Because I say now.

Fri, 28 Nov 2008 15:21:00 -0500

Come home, V. Now. Please?

"Are you holding back, like the way I do. Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away."

Fri, 28 Nov 2008 15:20:14 -0500

“Are you holding back,
like the way I do.
Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away.”

Photo

Fri, 28 Nov 2008 15:17:59 -0500

Because just sometimes you have to pause.

Fri, 28 Nov 2008 15:14:00 -0500

I think I may need to check myself into rehab for a bit. Cut down on smoking and take a break from drinking. I’ve drunk myself completely ill. COMPLETELY. Okay, maybe I saw it coming but decided I wouldn’t take it too seriously until it caught up. I’ve been having this really throbbing chest pains whenever I drink. Give it awhile (after quite a few glasses) and i’ll be in major agony on the bed, unable to sleep. I merely thought it just happens, happens to everyone. Then on Saturday, I decided for the sake of old friends and catching up, I had several glasses of beer before turning pallid and passed out for a bit. The chest pains were rather last warning, I could only sit in one position where I couldn’t feel the pain at all. Picture this, I just looked like I had suffered a stroke. The girls took quite a while to adjust me to get me into the car and get me out. At home, I could barely take my clothes off or do absolute anything. After half an hour of squeeling, I managed to adjust myself onto the bed and try to get some shut eye. Unfortunately, the pain was not easing and my parents had to rush me to the hospital. And till today, that annoyance of a chest pain is still haunting me and my 5 types of medication and pain-killers are not much of a use. Alcohol is the monster under my bed. If I were you, take my advice and go easy on the alcohol. I think I’m dying before I reach 30. Not good news.

Because the Playboy Mansion IS a slut fest.

Sun, 16 Nov 2008 15:05:44 -0500

Imagine being 28 and married to the Playboy founder, Hugh Hefner, who is old enough to be my grandfather. Then sharing your home with him and two other girls. IT’S A WHOLE SLUT FEST GOING ON! And she’s devastated over failed attempts to conceive a child with the 82-year-old. I SERIOUSLY WONDER WHY. Just sometimes, these hollywood celebrities brighten up my night with their absolute nonsense. Like how Lindsay Lohan’s risky new diet is carrying an armful of fattening treats like candy, soda, doritos and cartons of cigarettes and yet she looks as this as ever. And according to In-Touch weekly, Sam Ronson and her deny having an eating disorder and L.Lo has dropped more than 10 pounds since hooking up with Sam Ron. (I don’t remember dropping any weight when I hooked up with anyone, instead I got fatter). Then you have Anne Hathaway who is becoming alarmingly thin since her breakup with her ex-husband. (Whenever I went through a break-up, I truffled everything like there was no tomorrow). These weightloss stuff amaze me. I’m going to over-exercise and under-eat. Oh, and drink pomegranate juice everyday because it detoxifies your colons and you need to wash crap outta it because.

"Cause’ when a heart breaks, no it don’t break even."

Sun, 16 Nov 2008 14:42:18 -0500

“Cause’ when a heart breaks, no it don’t break even.”

- Breakeven - The Script

THIS SONG IS THE BOMB.

Sun, 16 Nov 2008 14:40:34 -0500

THIS SONG IS THE BOMB.