And it’s me you need to show how deep is your love.
I really need to learn ’cause we’re living in a world of fools-
breaking us down, when they all should let us be:
We belong to you and me<3
I am:
- insecure.
- in love.
- dramatic.
- afraid.
- an intro/extro-vert. (depending)
i am not:
- good with recieving compliments.
- narrow minded.
- patient.
- calm.
- able to control my tantrums, (mostly).
i have:
- pink nailpolish on my toes.
- a new polariod camera with six boxes of film, (FREE).
- three amazing bestfriends in THE bestfriend, boyface & the godbrother.
- tiny fingers.
- a hundred and thirty eight pairs of shoes.
i want:
- a new digital camera.
- to feel secure and not incessant.
- to holiday with the THREE AMAZING BESTFRIENDS.
- to write a book.
- kenny to be happy, always.
i love:
- boyface.
- LING A DING DING.
- shopping.
- my family, albeit our trivial myriad quarrels.
- writing.
i hate:
- hypocrites.
- high school.
- being hot and sticky.
- failing at things.
- most vegetables.
01.So last night I worked at The Grand Copthorne's The grand Shanghai till about one, which is when the party broke up.
I have decided that the Swiss guys are nice, the American guys are flirty, the Phillipino guys are perverts and the Singaporean guys are just downright outrageous.
02.It's good work, a hundred and thirty five bucks an hour. But standing there smiling in my five inch high stilletos and extremely tight cheongsam is no easy do.
03.Thank goodness for Pearl, both of us stood together mouthing "Si Se Lang" while pointing out the obvious Bigshots(pervs) working for SIA. When Mr.Fillipino Station Manager aka AHBENG tried to get us to take a picture with us on his lap, Pearl pointedly said :"We're models, not prostitutes."
04.The best part, was that the drinks and canopies and everything were on the house. As much as I liked. So you see, being a model has its good points even though it means plastering the plastic smile on for three hours consecutively. Plus, we got the goodies and the doorgifts like the invited guests.
05.Came home to find Kenny wasted and extemely drunk, sprouting sweet nothings like "you fulfill all my desires" and "your eyes look like hazelnuts". Fed him some noodles, got him changed and into bed and held him until he fell asleep. Then I got up and took a nice warm shower.
06.On a sidenote, for the past week, Aunty Doris and my mum have been exchanging an excessive amount of gifts (vases; stressballs; chinese tea powder; carrot cake and what not). Which traslates into Kenny's mum and my mum being on the phone alot more than we're comfortable with.