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Further Description of MYSELF : She expresses herself through fashion, food, her lyrical writings, music and photography. She organized her first gig, The Cynosure Theatre at the Singpore Art's House when she was barely 16 years old. She enjoys meeting up with her dearest girlfriends and enjoy late night sessions of crapping, gossiping and smoking. A self pro-claimed Facebook addict. An avid blogger on most days when she doesn't suffer from bitch fits. A person with flair and personality who doesn't resort to back hand tactics. It makes her look all timid. Like she emphasizes, if you are hating then stop staring. Then, again. Everyone is a critique. And, I am extremely vulgar. Did she mention that she has an obsession and addiction to a one-weird-eight-inch fetish ? Tweet ♥ 
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010 I heard foot steps coming from your bed room. I saw someone or maybe something. I wasn't asleep yet tuning in to "Misteri Jam 12" on Radio Ria. Technically, I was fully awake. I don't know. But, I know it wasn't anyone of us who was cramped in the common bed room. Mama was beside me. Papa were snoring on his bottom half of the double decker bed. I saw you sleeping soundly on the top half and well, snoring. - As told by my younger brother late last night.
I hate to think about it. But, honestly it puzzles me much. I have stayed here like my entire life. So, why now ? Why, again ? Fuck lahh. It's not that I am pregnant or just gave birth to a baby. I know these kind of things are attracted to newborns. My house is god damn haunted !!! And, another recollection from my past.
The girls from my past are catching up on me and they are no nice girls to play around with. I was a hardcore party addict, rebellious wanna be minah and made immature decisions when I was growing up. There was a tinge black dot in my past that I know will somehow or somewhat disrupt my already almost perfect life I heading now. I was in a group that our parents would do all means and ways not to see their child mixed with the wrong company. I had friends who were drug dealers, syndicates for an illegal gambling den, drug abusers, smokers, drinkers and potential home wreckers. I was. I screwed my teenage years. I was blinded by the incessant chillax-ing, hardcore party-ing and living the good life mumbo jumbo. And, it happened. I remembered that I was barely 17. After all that hardcore party-ing, it happened. The person whom I treated like my bestfriend betrayed me in the end. I remembered vividly that the incident occured somewhere along Clarke Quay. The crowd that surrounded us screamed and provoked us to fight right then. I told myself, that if I never let my anger out at this moment, I will never be able with. I punched and kicked her. I was so freaking angry. At the same time, I couldn't care less. She shouted and pushed me to back off. I shouted at her and kicked her real hard. She betrayed me. After everything that had happened between us, deep down, she was jealous. She was jealous of everything that I had and I achieved. If I had something, she will show off something even bigger. And on that day, I never felt so alone. I had to walk all the way to Tanglin Police Station to report that my valuables were stolen. I knew it was her. Who else can it be ? In the end, I walked home with a heavy heart. Eversince that incident, I never trusted any one of my friends fully. I became weary of everyone whom I hanged with. I knew that even back then, while we chillax-ed together, she was spreading rumours to everyone in our circle behind my back. I vowed to myself, I will never turn back time to this very day. With that lesson learnt, I turned over a new leaf. I hope I don’t have to deal with this ever again. I changed my name so as not to be noticed by the people in my past. But, somehow, I know that no matter how frequent I changed my name, they’ll find their means and ways to get a grip of me. And I know we haven’t settled our terms yet. Years has gone by, but I know this black past I have will never be erased. However, my rebellious nature took a back seat and I started to get a wake up call from people who cared and loved me. I paid a little bit more attention to my studies and currently my job, what I hope to achieve in life and what I need to accomplish. I became more directive with goals and dreams. Thus, I am what I am today, stronger, matured, calm and more fearless because of my yesterday. I thank God for this experience because it has taught me many things in life that I will never learn. Last 3 weeks, I logged into my Facebook account and saw a "Friend Request". I didn't know who it was and I never expected it to be her again. I never forgave her for whatever she did and I look down on her because she never did change. Sometimes, I don't tell people that I am in fact a Boyanese because I am not proud of my race. I'd rather tell them that I am mix blood or something else because some people make me feel ashamed of my heritage. If every single human being is just like you, bila kita nak maju ? You are so pretentious. If you don't got it, don't flaunt it. And, there is no need for you to change your name and make it to sound so stylish. What's in a name when it is just a name ? At the end of the day, do you have a heart. And, yeah. If you happen to be reading this, El Fyza ke whatever lahh your name is, I couldn't care less. Without you, I never felt so much better.
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