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myself.
Friday, 14 November 2008 @ 12:54:00 pm
不爽

Mood:

我知道,我不该POST在这里.



可是, 我已经忍无可忍了.



我也不知道我现在的DEPARTMENT的地位是什么呢???



*杂工的吧?

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edit:



i am going to erase you slowly out of my life, that you do not know what had striked you, b*tch.

I told you once, i will tell you one last time.

our 6/7 years of friendship is down the drains. i did what i could to be a friend to you, but you blew it on your own.

don't blame me if you find yourself alone on the streets.
don't blame me if you find what i said all comes true.
don't blame me if you find that i am wrong.

blame yourself for whatever that happened to you.

simple as that.

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Friday, 12 September 2008 @ 11:03:00 pm
JAWS wants a man.

Mood: Touché, or something else…
Listening: Take Your Sweet Time by Jesse McCartney

I was watching America’s Got Talent, which started on Thursday 3rd September 2008, 7.30pm on Channel 5.

Didn’t realised there so much of talents lurking around. A boy who could stick the tongue reaching his bottom eyelid, little girl singing touching people’s hearts, a transsexual impersonating, or rather, mastered the skill of being Britney Spears (He’s one of the few men I’ve seen doing a great job as her). But what had caught my attention, was this huge fella’ doing opera.

They had a mini interview about this man. He is an insurance salesman and he is 32 years old. He talked about his mother being the moral support for him, the light of his life. He began to had tears in his eyes, talking about how is mother painstakingly brought him up with his brother. He said that he wouldn’t be at the audition if not for his mother’s support. Tears continued rolling down his cheeks. This man got through the audition and the first thing he did was to call his mother, telling her that she had gotten in.

Wow. A grown man crying when he talks about his mother. I am touched, wouldn’t you be too? In my entire life, I have rarely seen man crying especially over his first love of his life, his mother. It just shows how much he is close with his mother, unlike other men these days.

If there’s such a man in Singapore, I’ll definitely marry him. Cause it means how much he appreciates his family. Tell me, how much man in Singapore will weep over how much his mother sacrifice for him throughout his growing years?

I want a man who appreciates his family members, not someone who ignores them when he reaches home from a long day in school/work/where-ever/whatever.

I want a man who will love me as the woman that I am, not some bl**dy f*ck toy. I am not one to begin with.

I’ve been in relationships before, things have happened to me before. But these won’t stop me in believing in finding that special man of my life. I know he is out there somewhere, as we pray for each other’s appearance in each other’s lives.

I’ll stay positive. I’ll stay pure for him.

Erm, I know, I sound kind of dreamy, kinda like Luna Lovegood (Pss, I think she’s real dreamy…). But a girl, no matter how, wants her PERFECT man, to be PERFECT (in her eyes, maybe…).

So yeah, JAWS wants a PERFECT man for her birthday next year! Gimme…!

Cheerios! XD

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